Chapter 123 Chapter 123 Welcome back, Valentine. ...
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A black Porsche 356A drove through the night, its tires rolling over the puddles, its windshield wipers swaying rhythmically. Through the glass, a speck of scarlet smoke could be seen inside the car.
"Boss has been getting closer and closer to that Italian mafia family, the Jesso family, lately. He's really indulging them." Vodka glanced cautiously at Gin and found a topic. "Especially that brat named Bai Lan. Even our people can't enter the factory under his name."
The dissatisfaction hidden in his words was quite obvious. Gin, cigarette between his fingers, said calmly, "That kid is related to the cornerstone of the world. He is very valuable to the boss. With him around, we can research more things."
It must be something more inhuman, Vodka thought to himself.
The organization's recent human experiments have become increasingly inhumane.
It was to the point where even Vodka, whose heart was as cold as a fish-killing knife, couldn't stand it.
In his eyes, Boss was almost possessed.
Gin lit the filter, turned his head, looked at the rain outside the window with cold green eyes, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
There was silence for a moment.
"Brother, the information is correct." Vodka cautiously glanced at the side, finally mustering the courage to lower his voice, "He... is hiding in a small town west of Tokyo. He's been there for the past two years."
There were a few photos and densely packed information scattered around the brown paper bag on the back seat of the car.
Gin looked at the blurry photos, the flames of the explosion rising into the sky and the shattered buildings in the photos, his face calm and he didn't say a word.
Vodka cautiously looked at Gin's expression and asked, "Are you going to Namimori?"
The dense rain fell on the windshield, spreading out like silver spider webs. After a long moment, the silver-haired killer chuckled, his expression unrecognizable. "No need, he left a long time ago."
Vodka didn't dare to speak.
He saw his elder brother pick up the phone, not knowing what he was looking at, his pale fingertips lingering on a page for a long time.
Vodka couldn't see the content clearly. From his perspective, he could only see a simple text message page.
Two years ago, that man escaped from the chaotic situation in Slovakia and disappeared without a trace, leaving no clues at all.
The boss gave a strict order to find someone. Even Vermouth would stay in heavily polluted areas from time to time. Vodka thought that his big brother would dig deep to investigate, but to his surprise, Gin didn't do that.
For two whole years, the eldest brother almost never mentioned that person's name again, as if he had completely forgotten it. Vodka also regarded this name as a taboo, but he knew that not mentioning it did not mean that the matter was over.
Like a thorn piercing his bones. Over the years, the organization had seen many traitors, but perhaps none could compare to the position Valentine held in Gin's heart, whether in terms of murderous intent or other obsessions.
But Vodka still couldn't understand why Gin could appear to not care at all in the past two years.
Gin brushed his long silver hair behind his head, lowered his long eyelashes, and suddenly let out a low laugh after a while.
"Vodka, what do you think happened over there that made him finally willing to poke his tail out of his nest full of millet grains?"
Vodka was silent as a cicada. He didn't dare to answer, nor did he dare to look at the deep and intense murderous intent and undisguised desire in the green eyes of the man next to him.
Gin exhaled a puff of gray smoke.
"Welcome back, Valentine."
The Porsche 356A roared past on the mountain road, leaving behind a rapidly disappearing afterimage.
Beneath the deep clouds, a brightly lit mansion stood silently on the top of the mountain.
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A banquet with clinking glasses.
The faint fragrance of green bamboo fills the exquisite mansion, and overhead are glittering decorations.
Before entering the hall, one has to pass through a quiet path overlooking the lake and through a door. It’s like a completely different world inside. All kinds of people, dressed appropriately, making connections, and colluding with politicians and businessmen make up this annual grand banquet.
Several men were chatting while holding their glasses, looking in one direction. "The one standing next to the blue porcelain is Councillor Jiuchuan."
A man in a kimono took a sip of his wine. "It's an honor for us to see Japan and America's military cooperation to curb pollution tonight."
"At 7 o'clock sharp, Councillor Jiuchuan and Admiral Avit will officially sign the agreement." Another man in a suit raised his glass and said, "From now on, our country will be a world leader in the utilization of pollution."
There was still a hint of dreamy nostalgia in his expression.
"It's incredible. Starting with the Yokohama sinkhole two years ago, a large amount of pollution began to emerge all over the world. The situation was so bad at the time that I even thought human civilization would be destroyed by the pollution gushing out from the ground."
"But as time went by, pollution didn't spread as we'd hoped. On the contrary, some uncontrollable large-scale pollution sources gradually disappeared, seemingly with divine intervention. Now, only a few small, controllable pollution sources remain. These small pollution sources no longer threaten human survival. Instead, it's the unknown resources within these pollution sources that are truly enviable. A country's future strength and status will be reflected in how it harnesses pollution."
“Humans thought pollution was Pandora’s key, but they didn’t expect it would actually open the door to paradise.”
Those present at the banquet were naturally those who had invested their fortunes in this pioneering new resource and had made a killing. Once the collaboration between Neon and America officially took place, their careers and status would soar to new heights.
Several people raised their glasses and clinked them, smiling triumphantly.
“It causes pollution.”
“It causes pollution.”
The man drank the wine in one gulp and casually placed the empty glass on the tray of a servant who was passing by. His eyes accidentally swept across the servant's face, and his whole body froze, "..."
The servant glanced at him sideways, his long eyelashes drooping down, covering the unique color of his pupils. Although he had a humble look, the corners of his lips were half-curved, so gorgeous that it was dazzling, with no intention of concealing it at all.
What a rare face...
A thought flashed through his mind.
The servant had already turned and walked away with the empty wine glass, as if he didn't care about his gaze at all.
The man struggled to regain his composure. This person's face seemed familiar. Although his hair was black, the color of his eyes, that unique, smoky color...
He subconsciously looked over there, and saw only a tall and slender figure in a black suit. The height and figure gradually became identical to the figure in the video two years ago.
He almost stuttered, "That's, it's, it's...!"
His companions looked at him in confusion, "What's wrong? Why is your face so pale?"
The moment you become lustful, you immediately feel a deep-seated fear.
The man's face was stiff. He quickly felt his whole body to make sure that he had not grown a third arm or a gorgeous head with closed eyes. Then he turned around and ran out without looking back.
"Hey." His companions looked at him in confusion as he ran as fast as if there was a ghost chasing him. "What's wrong with this guy? Did he see his ex-wife?"
The other man's expression suddenly changed. He quickly looked around and said, "Hey, look around."
At the seemingly relaxed banquet, many unfamiliar people appeared at the entrances. They blocked every entrance, searching the venue with eagle-like sharp eyes, especially chasing all the black-clad attendants without making a sound.
High in the sky outside, a silent aircraft was looming behind the clouds.
"Something's wrong." The man noticed something. "I think someone has sneaked in to stir up trouble."
****
"The Nest Mother appeared at the signing of the US-Japan Peace Agreement."
The news spread quickly, not only to the people present, but also to more people.
Bai Lan put down the phone, tapping the sofa beneath him with his fingertips. He leaned back and glanced at the high-altitude scenery outside the window. The sound of the slightly unstable airflow of the plane was in his ears. "Why is Mom so impatient?"
The stewardess walked over to him and whispered, "Do you want dinner served now?"
Bai Lan raised her head and narrowed her eyes, "No, thank you~"
After the flight attendant left, Bai Lan casually opened a bag of marshmallows, put one in her mouth, and continued her thoughts that had been interrupted.
Even if this agreement is really signed, it will be extremely detrimental to my mother's future work of purifying pollution, but by letting the real body appear at the scene, isn't my mother afraid that she will not only destroy this cooperation but also get herself involved?
The top psychics from both the Neon and American governments are waiting nearby.
Could it be a fake created by an illusionist? A decoy? What's his purpose? Who's behind it?
Speaking of illusionists, Bai Lan's violet eyes curved slightly, and a hint of sweet and cold murderous intent flashed in her eyes.
Muku-kun…? No, he was half dead now, so he probably couldn't help Mom.
Is that the white-haired warlock, or the bugs he feeds on?
Just like two years ago, you want to perform the same trick of the cicada leaving its body again?
Bai Lan's pale fingers stroked the screenshot on the computer. In the blurry photo, the figure in black, with his long hair covering his profile, looked like a beautiful mural on the wall against the extremely luxurious background of the banquet.
The corners of his lips curled up in a soft and sweet arc.
"Mom, do you think everything will go as smoothly as before?"
"I'm willing to go against my nature and beg for mercy, but you won't pity me and stay in my world." The young man with messy white hair and purple eyes smiled, but his eyes were dark and dull. "Cold-blooded mother, I can destroy your Bingsheng family, and I can also destroy your real family."
Just then, the knock on the bathroom door in front caught Bai Lan's attention.
"What's going on?" The flight attendant knocked on the door and turned the door handle in confusion.
This is a private plane, mainly used to transport rare resources recently discovered in the Dominican Republic. The only living people on the plane are two captains, the flight attendant, Bai Lan and Platycodon, a total of five people.
Everyone in the cabin is outside, who else could be in the bathroom?
"..." Bai Lan turned his cold and dark purple eyes to the side, tilted his head, and signaled his subordinate Kikyo who was sitting next to him to go and investigate.
Kikyo nodded, stood up and slowly walked towards the bathroom.
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