Chapter 90 Artificial Weapons 26

The heat was getting worse, the cicadas in the courtyard were chirping louder and louder, and the leaves were also whispering about the heat. Akiyama Kanade - now existing in the form of Kurosawa Shun - was sitting on the eaves of the porch, eating a watermelon in one hand and fiddling with a photo in the other.

The photos show my brother in various states. He is leaning against his Porsche and smoking, talking to his vodka, walking in the rain with an umbrella, wiping his forehead with a towel after training...

"Tsk, it's a huge loss to the fashion industry that my brother isn't a model." Akiyama Kanade wiped the unknown liquid that overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Ciwu Huang came over from the other side of the corridor and frowned at his boss, "Boss, the sun is very strong now, you should stay indoors."

He turned around and cursed at the bodyguards who were playing poker in a circle.

The man in the black windbreaker snorted, "Even if we work together, we are no match for the boss. He doesn't want to go back to his room. What can we do?"

After being complained by his subordinates, Akiyama Kanade had to move away with regret. With no extra hands to take the remaining photos, Akiyama Kanade chose to bite them with his teeth, as if he was holding the Onisan in his mouth, which was really nice.

The man in black windbreaker watched his boss walk away with a complicated expression.

It seems to be getting even more perverted, Boss.

Ciwu Akira glanced at him and warned: "Don't be disrespectful to the boss."

The man in the black windbreaker argued: "I didn't!"

"It's not okay even if I think about it in my heart."

Akiyama Kanade nestled into the sofa, hugging a pillow made to look like a silver-haired man, and listened to the super-powered butler's report on this month's work. "Shadow" is gradually shrinking its business in the dark world, slowly washing its head and coming ashore, and its cooperation with the Suzuki Group is also very smooth.

"In addition," after finishing the formal matters, Ciwu paused, "there are new developments in the organization regarding artificial weapons."

Akiyama Kanade stopped stroking the little man's head with his fingers and raised his eyelids. "What's wrong?"

"The organization sent an intelligence officer to investigate the cherry brandy incident some time ago. This intelligence officer is Rum's confidant and is very mysterious. We didn't find out what she looks like, but we know she is a woman, codenamed Curacao."

"She seemed to have brought back news about Cherry Brandy, and the organization imprisoned Bourbon after that. Our people found out that the organization suspected that Cherry Brandy was not dead, but was hidden by Bourbon."

"But the organization seems unsure, so they only detained Bourbon temporarily."

Akiyama Kanade pondered for a while and nodded, "I understand."

Jiwu Akira couldn't help but ask: "Boss, what should we do?"

"I'm not interested in things that have nothing to do with my brother." Akiyama Kanade continued to poke the little man's head.

Ciwu Huang was silent: "...Didn't you say that if Bourbon needs anything, you should help him?"

"Have I ever said that before?" The silver-haired young man rubbed his short hair, collapsed on the sofa, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

He has left his backup body Cherry with Bourbon for some time. Although the main body and the backup body can communicate with each other, in order to avoid overloading the brain, he does not maintain the communication state all the time.

Despite this, he still knew what was happening over there. Similarly, he could also let the backup body know the news here at any time.

So at this moment, the backup Cherry is probably worried about Bourbon being caught.

That anxious mood also affects the entity through the common soul.

But Akiyama Kanade is much calmer than Sakura.

He always remembers that he is just an actor, and an actor's worst fear is to lose his role.

For Akiyama Kanade, the most important thing is of course selling goods.

The silver-haired young man's eyes moved, and Jiwu Akira met those emerald eyes. The other party smiled softly, "Don't worry about Bourbon."

He was referring to something, "There is a person who really likes to eat the udon noodles he made."

…

Subaru Okiya looked at the uninvited guest in front of him, and the smile on his face twisted for a moment, but he quickly controlled it and poured the black tea from the teapot into the cup, "Long time no see, Mr. Akiyama."

The young man in black sitting on the sofa opposite smiled softly, raised a pale hand as white as paper to brush away the hair in front of his forehead, "Long time no see, Mr. Akai."

Okiya Subaru's fingers paused, a hint of dark green appeared behind the reflective lens, and black tea overflowed from the cup.

Sakura Kanade pretended not to notice the tense muscles and defensive look of the other party, and continued to smile, "Can you take me back?"

Akai Hide was stunned for a moment, "Go back?" He thought for a moment, "You mean back to the FBI?"

Facing the other party's surprised look, Sakura Kanade nodded.

There was silence in the air for a long time. Akai Shuichi stared into the eyes of the young man in black, lit a cigarette and put it between his lips. Slowly, he exhaled a puff of white mist, "I thought you would run far away after gaining freedom. You shouldn't go back..."

Even though he is also a member of the FBI, Shuichi Akai cannot say that what his superiors and colleagues do has anything to do with justice.

Yingtao tilted her head, "Don't you also want to know the secret of artificial weapons? I volunteered, you don't have to worry that I will resist again... I will cooperate with your experiment."

Through the curling white mist, Shuichi Akai was sure that the other person was smiling without any gloom.

As an ace agent, Shuichi Akai actually understood his intention as soon as the other party opened his mouth, "Who do you want to save?"

That person caused a lot of trouble for the FBI some time ago, and the situation calmed down a bit until the organization thought that Cherry Brandy had died at the hands of the FBI.

No, or rather, it was a sign of being completely enraged.

Shuichi Akai couldn't sit idly by and watch the FBI fall into passivity, so when he noticed that the organization was sending people to investigate Cherry Brandy, he leaked some information.

It's just to cause trouble for a public security policeman.

With that person's ability, he would suffer a bit, but the problem would be solvable.

However, Shuichi Akai never expected that this incident would actually bring out Cherry Brandy who had already escaped.

Shuichi Akai could understand the other person's thoughts.

He wanted to turn the false news that Bourbon had spread into a half-truth. As long as the organization was sure that Cherry Brandy was still alive in the hands of the FBI, they would naturally think that Bourbon was just tricked by the FBI and mistakenly thought that Cherry Brandy was dead, so he sent back the false news.

The young man in front of him was alone and not very smart - you really couldn't expect a person who was raised as a tool to come up with any brilliant ideas, so he came up with such a stupid idea of ​​exchanging life for life.

"If you don't agree," seeing that he was hesitant to speak, Sakura Kanade crossed her arms, wrinkled her nose, and threatened fiercely: "I will tell the organization your true identity! Humph, I'm not stupid, you can't reveal your identity, right? And the report said that Gil who killed you must be an undercover agent. Bermode is also strange sometimes, maybe she has colluded with you guys a long time ago... And Gin, well, he doesn't seem to be an undercover agent, but his brother is very suspicious..."

Isn't it true that the organization has too many undercover agents?

Sakura, who was excited, stopped talking and pouted in dissatisfaction, "What's wrong with your expression? Am I wrong?"

Shuichi Akai leaned back on the sofa, his long legs casually bent.

Although the other party's subsequent nonsense was a bit absurd, he still managed to grasp part of the truth.

He sighed, "Have you thought it through? Once you take this step... there's no going back."

"Of course I have thought about it." Sakura said without hesitation: "I am no longer afraid, I am no longer scared."

When he finally agreed to help, Shuichi Akai discovered for the first time that he also had the despicable nature of the FBI. He knew that the young man in front of him was going to hell, but instead of stopping him, he chose to encourage him.

The FBI is indeed coveting the secrets of man-made weapons.

Sakura Kanade walked into the night quietly again.

The original body will arrange for someone to leak the news that Cherry Brandy is still in the FBI laboratory to the organization. The FBI thinks they have made a profit, but they don't know that artificial weapons cannot be copied. The organization and the FBI will inevitably lose both in the fight.

As for the reserve body cherry brandy.

The young man lay quietly on the laboratory table. He tilted his head and smiled at the researcher who was about to examine him.

The researcher was distracted by his smile.

The other person's beautiful red eyes seemed to be painted with rose color.

"Your time is running out."

"What?"

The researcher did not hear the other party's words clearly, but the rose-like young man had closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

He was stunned for a moment, and then heard the other party say: "If you meet Mr. Akai again, please tell him for me that if he is willing, please ask him to place a Rubik's Cube in front of my grave in the future."

"Is it okay?" He blinked again, and after getting a positive response from the other party, he closed his eyes again with a smile.

…

When the warehouse door was suddenly opened, Bourbon, who had not seen the sun for a long time, closed his eyes unconsciously to relieve the swelling and pain in his eyes.

Vodka stepped forward and uncuffed him.

Handcuffs and darkness, this is the organization's most basic interrogation method.

Gin slowly walked into the warehouse, stopped at the edge where the light could reach, took out a lighter and lit the cigarette between his lips. He met the eyes of Bourbon who had recovered and sneered, "The FBI has played you around."

Bourbon was stunned for a moment. "What?"

The voice is hoarse because of dryness.

Gin was in a bad mood and spoke in a particularly unhappy tone, "Cherry Brandy is not dead at all. He is still in the FBI laboratory, but he is hidden very deeply by the FBI." Having said this, he paused slightly and observed Bourbon's expression.

The other person's pupils contracted briefly, a sign of extreme shock.

After being locked in the dark for days, Gin didn't think he could act anymore, so this must be a true reaction and Bourbon really didn't know about it.

He exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Congratulations, you've been cleared of suspicion for now." Gin looked at Bourbon, who was still in shock and in a trance, with contempt, "Waste."

Bourbon stopped Gin who was about to leave, and said urgently, "Since Cherry is still alive, should we take him back immediately——"

"Take it back?" The silver-haired man standing against the light smiled, his tone so calm that it even sounded a little bored, "There's no need to take it back."

Bourbon was stunned. "Why?"

Doesn't the organization care a lot about man-made weapons?

"It seems you don't know yet," Gin glanced at him and didn't mind saying a few more words, "Cherry Brandy is the organization's only successful man-made weapon, but in fact he is also a defective product. He must take a certain drug specially provided by the organization's research institute once a month. If he doesn't take the medicine on time, within three months at most, his internal organs will burst and he will die."

Gin rarely speaks so much in one breath, and he is already a little impatient, "So there is no need to take it back."

"At this point, he is already dead. A dead person has no value."