Chapter 8989

Hearing the words of the old man on the wooden chair, Plum Blossom K was obviously stunned: "What do you mean?"

"Have you forgotten how and where you were born, and with whose consent you were born?" Karasuma Renya's electronic voice rarely rose and fell, making a crackling sound like laughter. "You are a genetically engineered clone with my permission, my design, and my implantation of the original thought."

The King of Clubs narrowed his eyes, and after a brief pause, he snorted and chuckled, saying, "It sounds like a technique that the organization can master, but it's just a trick to fool people. Otherwise, why don't you implant the idea of ​​[loyalty and compliance] in us heirs from the beginning?"

"Because the organization needs 'ambition'." Karasuma Renya put her fingers on the armrest of the wooden chair, "The organization does not need useless cowards."

"As you said...ambition." The King of Clubs chewed on the word and laughed, "Then Boss, you deserve to be attacked, don't you?"

The organization doesn't care about morality. K of the Clubs doesn't care whether he was created by Karasuma Renya or not. Even if they are really father and son with a blood relationship, he will kill his father without hesitation when it comes to a power struggle.

"It seems that you still don't understand the point of this conversation." Karasuma Renya said slowly, "Do you remember what I said at the beginning? You are not the first person to have this idea, because you all have 'ambitions' - but I am still sitting here."

"..." The King of Clubs frowned, perhaps sensing something wrong.

"The reason is simple. I created you, so I can destroy you at any time." The lower half of Karasuma Renya's face was exposed by the mask, and the corners of her lips curved upward, revealing the answer.

"——You, your heart, has a micro poison needle implanted in it since birth, and the control of releasing the poison is in my hands."

The expression of the King of Clubs suddenly changed when he heard this!

"You think you have the capital to resist, but in fact, you are just a tool, nothing more." Karasuma Renya's hoarse electronic voice made the final conclusion.

The King of Clubs' expression changed a bit, but he finally kept his calm look. He stared back with his sharp eyes like a leopard: "It's just your words, but you can't threaten me."

After a short pause, he added, "Besides, everyone outside is my man. Even if you can get rid of me, you can't escape."

"Why don't we sit down and talk?" The King of Clubs raised his head slightly and continued in an arrogant and calm manner, "You said you hold my life in your hands, so correspondingly, I also hold your life in my hands."

"You hold my life in your hands?" Karasuma Renya laughed softly as if she had heard something interesting.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at the [Recorder] beside him, "Did the guy last time say the same thing?"

"Yes, Boss." [Recorder] flipped through the electronic board in his hand, his tone flat.

"It looks like they were carved from the same mold." Karasuma Renya smiled.

A trace of annoyance flashed across the face of the King of Clubs. Although he had been the acting leader for many years, he was still young and could not really hide his emotions.

His voice turned cold: "Do you think I'm scaring you?" His other hand was already pressing the communicator in his pocket, ready to give orders to his confidants outside at any time.

"Because I don't care." Karasuma Renya said slowly, "I don't care how many trusted people you call here - because the only people who can survive in this annex tonight are my people."

As he spoke, the fog in the room gradually became thicker. When did the fog appear? Why did the fog appear?

Meihua K finally managed to pull his attention away from the conversation with Karasuma Renya. He felt a slight pain in the lining of his nasal cavity, and his lungs became hot as he breathed.

At this moment, he suddenly realized.

The walls of the entire Huanghun Annex contain poisonous gas that can be released at any time! This is the reason why Karasuma Renya is stalling for time and is truly fearless! !

But poison gas is an indiscriminate weapon if there is no protective mask - Karasuma Renya and the [Recorder] did not wear gas masks, which is why the King of Clubs did not think about it at all.

Now it seems that this mist must be some kind of aerosol drug developed by the organization itself, and the people of the Wuwan faction have already taken the antidote.

The greenish mist filled the room. It was so light that it was almost transparent, and it was even harder to see with the naked eye in the dark room.

Before the concentration reaches a certain level, the body has not taken in too much, so naturally there won't be much reaction. This is why he didn't notice it at first.

Damn it. The King of Clubs gritted his teeth, and immediately pulled out the gun that had been ready to fire, and fired several shots in the direction where Karasuma Renya was sitting!

The moment he raised his hand, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if a spike had pierced into it. He bit his tongue and held it together, kneeling on one knee, trembling as he steady his arm, and fired the bullet from his gun.

...Even if I have to die, Karasuma Renya must die first!

"Bang", "bang", "bang" the sound of gunfire rang out, and the sound of bullets flying through the air was very harsh. Each of the 10 bullets hit the old man accurately, but not a drop of blood was shed!

A bullet hit the old man's throat. A crackling sound could be heard from a distance and sparks burst from his neck.

——The person sitting there far away is not a real person at all, but a remote-controlled humanoid substitute! The one speaking is an electronic microphone hidden in the neck.

Therefore, "Karasuma Renya" never came down, and the only movements he made were very simple.

The pupils of Club K suddenly shrank. He thought he was launching a surprise attack, but he didn't expect that Karasuma Renya had already prepared everything - both the way to kill him and the way to retreat.

[Recorder] put away the electronic board in his hand and pressed a button on the side. The wall cracked to the sides, revealing a passage out.

"From the beginning, you had no parents, no name, and you were a non-existent person." [The recorder] said calmly, "Your thoughts, your ideals, and your ambitions are all programs set by the organization. There is no need to fantasize too much."

"Thank you for your hard work, King of Clubs. I have recorded your data and will use it for the next King of Clubs."

After a brief pause, he added, "Oh, of course, the limp was an accident. We will correct it next time."

"..." The King of Clubs supported himself on the ground with one hand, blood from his bitten tongue dripping down his lips. He stared at the [Recorder] with his beast-like eyes.

The [Recorder] responded with a fleeting smile and turned away.

The next second——

"Bang!"

A streak of blood splashed out from the half-opened mouth. The [Recorder] was shot through the neck from behind! It happened so fast and so fiercely that he didn't even have time to scream before he fell to the ground.

The King of Clubs held up the gun, curled up the corners of his mouth, and then laughed: "According to the records of the organization, I only fired 10 bullets with the gun. You thought there were only 10 bullets, right? In fact, its capacity is 11 rounds! I always kept one!"

The King of Clubs knew that people would not die immediately and could still hear while slowly dying, so he deliberately shouted loudly for the [recorder] to hear.

This roar seemed to have used up all his strength, and the gun in King of Clubs' hand slammed to the floor. The pain in his heart made it impossible for him to stand up, his lungs were full of burning sensation, and blood dripped from his lips onto the ground.

The King of Clubs retracted his slightly lame foot and knelt on the ground with his intact right leg.

The room fell into complete silence. Apart from his heavy, labored breathing, there seemed to be no other sound.

No, no, wait a minute.

The King of Clubs heard a sudden rustling sound in a trance.

He turned his head sharply and looked to the side - he saw the fox-eyed child standing there, chewing on watermelon rind in big mouthfuls.

Club King: “?”

Chaori Xiqiu turned a deaf ear to the world outside the window and focused on chewing watermelon rind. It was not because he was crazy, but because watermelon rind can clear away heat and detoxify!

After feeling the burning sensation in his lungs, Asahi Yuaki's brain automatically concluded that he was being poisoned.

But the door of the room was closed and there was no way to escape. There were no other protective masks on the scene. Chao Ri Xi Qiu only had a carefully selected big watermelon.

At the critical moment, Chaori Xiqiu remembered the reason why he grew bigger last time - he ate watermelon rind crystal dumplings.

The omnipotent watermelon rind must be able to cure this poison! Asahi Yuqiu immediately took out the round watermelon and started to bite it like a badger.

After eating two-thirds of the melon rind with a "crunch, crunch" sound, Chao Ri Xi Qiu finally got rid of the pain as if he was poisoned and felt refreshed again.

...Sure enough, the book says that watermelon rind can clear away heat and detoxify, and it's not a lie! It's good to read more.

He slightly slowed down his arms, which were shaking from holding the watermelon, and let out a breath. It was also at this moment that he noticed the situation on the scene.

Wait, why is the good relative kneeling on the ground? Why is the [recorder] who was holding the electronic board just now standing straight? ?

Chao Ri Xi Qiu hesitated for a moment and looked at his good relative-in-law who was kneeling on the ground with red eyes.

——No, these are not good in-laws. Xigua’s blind date is a conspiracy, and he was the culprit who erased his memory in the first place!

The King of Clubs knelt on the ground, staring at Chao Ri Xi Qiu, and said in a low voice: "...Former Knight?"

Karasuma Renya said that only those who have taken the antidote in advance will not be affected by the poison gas. So the former knight is indeed his man?

...No, that's not right. The former knight didn't act like an insider just now, and Karasuma Renya didn't communicate with him much during the whole process.

The King of Clubs felt something go dark in front of his eyes and his vision became blurry. He could only see that there seemed to be some light red liquid (watermelon juice) left on the lips of the knight in front of him, and his hands seemed to be shaking (from tiredness).

It seems that there is not no effect at all. Plum Blossom K understood in his heart. His symptoms were so severe, probably because of the poison that Karasuma Renya had planted long ago.

Karasuma Ren... Karasuma Ren! He is in this annex! He is still hiding in this annex! The King of Clubs clenched his fists, wishing he could condense his hatred into explosives and raze this place to the ground.

This is the end? Haha. The end of every acting leader... the end of every person without a name.

The King of Clubs stared at the blood drops on the floor.

What is the difference between me and the last "King of Clubs" and the one before that? It turns out that the one who is really repeating the tragedy over and over again is not the former knight, but myself.

The former knight at least had a name, but he would always be - would always be just a code name.

Half of the crow mask on the face of the King of Clubs fell off and fell to the floor. He took a deep breath, and the stinging pain in his heart became somewhat numb after getting used to it - but this was not a sign of recovery, but a last moment of life before death. He knew.

There were soft footsteps nearby, and the fox-eyed child walked up to him.

Plum Blossom K tilted his head slightly, countless emotions flashed in his green eyes, and blood bubbles appeared in his throat: "... morning sun and evening autumn."

He seldom whispered that name. He had hardly called the other person by that name for a long time.

He himself has no name. The King of Clubs is the codename Karasuma gave him, not his name.

Chao Ri Xi Qiu tilted his head, still holding the watermelon in his hand.

Hearing the person in front of him calling his name, Chao Ri Xi Qiu wanted to respond, but then he remembered that he actually didn't know the other person's name.

So after holding it in for half a second, Chao Ri Xi Qiu handed the big one in his hand forward, and finally said, "Do you want to eat melon... that, sb?"

After all the thought, I still only remember the notes I saved at the beginning!

The young man in front of him raised his head, surprised that the knight did not call him by that fake code name.

Half a second later, two lines of transparent tears slowly shed from a pair of leopard-like light green eyes.

The Knight gave himself a new nickname...Until the end, the Knight was still taking care of his emotions, just like he had done countless times before.

The King of Clubs clutched the collar of his shirt at his chest. He was breathing out more than breathing in, and the poison had almost spread to his entire heart.

With the last bit of his strength, he grabbed the silver crown necklace around his neck and pulled it off.

The glittering necklace dangled before Asahikawa's eyes.

"…Take it. If you're still alive." His voice was like a broken blower. "Take whatever information is inside."

Kill Karasuma Ren! Destroy this organization! The young man with leopard eyes echoed with hatred in his heart.

Those light green eyes stared straight at Chaori Xiqiu.

It is the Nightingale that will eventually pierce the darkness with its song.