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How far can a good undercover agent disguise himself?

The justice and passion in one's heart are concealed with the dirtiest filth, the memories and shackles of the past are hidden in the darkness, the proud dignity is crushed and picked up to be cast into a harder weapon, hidden in the shell woven out of lies, waiting quietly.

After living like this for nearly ten years, the blond man's most familiar name has changed from Furuya Rei to Amuro Toru. He is often awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night. In a trance, he has a moment of doubt about his self-awareness, as if the twenty years of life belonging to Furuya Rei was just a dream, and the cold Amuro Toru with blood on his hands in the dark is the real him.

The situation has improved a little after contacting the squad leader recently, and after confirming that Hiro is not dead, it seems to have completely disappeared, making Amuro Toru completely turn back into Furuya Rei, but...

Along with the good news that Hiro was still alive, Grappa's and Noel's perceptions, which were as solid as ice, were shattered by a torrent of clues that suddenly surged up from the depths.

Those strange movements and unfinished words were like a pick hitting the ice, creating a crisp echo, but together with the spider-web-like cracks in the ice, they tightly entangled the heart, and then tightened and contracted, carrying deep pain, and sinking into the endless deep sea together.

But he still couldn't speak, couldn't show it, the part that belonged to Furuya Rei that he tried so hard to get back. The bitterness inside him was a mixture of guilt and self-blame, which had become a lump of iron stuck in his neck, revealing his existence in a cold and harsh way.

The blond man lowered his head and covered his face with his palms in an attempt to hide himself. His purple-grey pupils were a little blurred for a moment, as if a burst of sharp explosions had made him lose awareness of the environment around him, and after recovering, he was awakened by a burst of sound.

“Dongdong——”

Fingers tapped the car window lightly. The sound was not loud but was very clear in this deserted environment. It also made the blond man's hair stand on end for a moment. He reacted immediately and swallowed the emotions in his mind. He frowned and controlled his emotions to the fatigue of the busy task. He said with an impatient tone:

"who?"

The car window slowly dropped, revealing an ordinary-looking man with short black hair casually hanging over his forehead and brown pupils covered by a pair of black-framed glasses. However, a familiar feeling seemed to overflow from his eyes.

The gray-purple pupils suddenly contracted, and then relaxed in an instant. He didn't know when his tightly clenched lower lip loosened slightly, and his hand consciously raised slightly to touch:

"Hiro..."

The man, the disguised Morobushi Jingguang, sighed when he saw the other person's appearance, then directly opened the passenger door and got in. He looked at the slightly confused Yu Xunran and said:

"I was a little careless, Zero."

Even as he said this, Morofushi Jingguang had already reached out and patted the man on the back, saying, "But you're great to have held on until now, Zero, thank you for your hard work."

"Hiro..." The man's brain seemed to stop working for a moment, and he repeated the name again with a puzzled expression on his face.

Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed, and simply reached out to the soft light golden hair, and without caring about the other person's image, he crumpled it into a bird's nest, which looked a little funny.

"Wait, this is too dangerous..."

Without bothering to resist, Furuya Rei regained his senses and immediately looked around alertly, then fixed his eyes on Morobushi Kagemitsu with full disapproval.

"Don't worry, it's safe."

Furutani Rei parked the car at a distance from the organization and at a place where there were no cameras. The caution engraved in his bones would make him use his last bit of rationality to cover up even when his emotions were on the verge of losing control. Therefore, Morobushi Kagemitsu, who guessed that the other party's emotions might be out of control, was able to find this location accurately.

The two were silent for a moment again. This silence seemed like a tacit understanding between the two. Fūya Rei closed his eyes lightly, leaned back, and allowed himself to be overwhelmed by endless emotions. Then he began to slowly sort them out and then skillfully suppressed them.

As his sanity returned, he also realized the purpose of Morobushi Jingguang's appearance here, and said with a wry smile: "Don't worry, the public security department has already been eager to find a psychiatrist for me."

Especially his subordinate. As the elimination operation against the organization drew closer, his mood changed from anxiety to joy to worry every day like a color palette. He even kept sending messages frantically to remind him that the intelligence was enough and he didn't need to work too hard before he lost contact with him.

"Noel...I didn't do anything, he was sent to Silvaner..." When he said this, the pain that he had just barely suppressed seemed to be seeping out of his soul.

"I know," Morobushi Jingguang replied calmly, then he took out a small mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to the other party, saying, "All the information Noel sent is in it."

The other party's reaction made Fūya Ling stunned. He took the phone and opened it to read it. The map at the beginning made him understand the whole story.

"That's why you didn't organize your actions."

After a quick look, he put the phone into the pocket of his jacket. As one of the people responsible for the final action, he needed to remember it firmly in his mind before destroying it.

"In addition to the detailed location, internal maps and personnel allocation of each base he visited these days, he also installed a special device in it..."

"etc....."

This sentence immediately made Fūya Zero realize that something was wrong. Having been undercover in the organization for so many years, he had thought countless times whether he could directly install a virus or a bomb in an important base, or carry out some local sabotage. However, the organization's defense against these things was as strict as the top prisons, and the detectors for each type of dangerous object were very dense. Even the signals were internal only, making it harder to attack than a hedgehog.

"The device is theoretically harmless..."

Thinking of the description in the other party's information, Morobushi Jingguang was also stunned, and then said: "You will know when you read it. According to him, it is to make some contributions to the sport of football."

This confusing statement made Fūya Ling pause, and he couldn't help but say: "Sometimes I really don't know what's going on in his mind..."

"I don't know either." Zhu Fu Jingguang raised the corners of his mouth, but a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

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"Grappa~"

Silvani stood in front of the operating table. His usually calm and restrained expression completely turned into a frenzy. The pair of glasses that used to hide his cold eyes were now filled with complete madness.

[Very annoying]

The man lying on the operating table had not changed his blood-soaked clothes, and his slightly rising and falling chest was the only evidence that he was still alive. Even so, he was still wrapped in dense straps, and no one could be too cautious, as if facing the most ferocious beast.

"Are you still repairing it? This time it's obviously much slower than before, Grappa. If you continue like this, you'll soon be dead."

[Wow, the only good news]

"But I will certainly try my best to avoid these. After all, you are a treasure that I spent a lot of effort to obtain."

[Isn't it just that I asked you to research some drugs and then make a fake report? What a big deal. ]

"Although I would like to know how Ikaros got that person to follow his orders and inject you with this drug, I have to say that I still welcome this win-win situation."

[Because I directed and acted in this show myself, why is this person so long-winded? It's so annoying...]

"Grappa, you know what? I repeated all the experiments you went through on other people. Thirty groups, only two are still conscious now. They did develop stronger self-healing abilities, but that's all."

[Thirty people?... Another increase. Now that the main body has been given to you, just be quiet for a while. It would be great if you could go straight to hell after a while.]

"I knew then that there must be other factors that I had not noticed. Is this your secret?"

[Very annoying]

"I suspect the secret lies here, Grappa. I have studied every inch of your body, but this is the last one."

As Silvani spoke, he gently smoothed Noel's hair that was clotted with blood, stroked his forehead with his hand, and at the same time, his eyes were fixed on the other person, not missing any reaction.

[What do you mean by every inch? That's so misleading. But if it's this guy, I'm afraid every part of the flesh and blood has been cut. I actually made a deal with this thing. I'm really sick in the brain.]

"There must be something here. Since I discovered your special condition, I have ruled out all possibilities within my understanding. As a scientist, I am not stupid enough to try to understand everything with the shallow cognition of human beings. There are too many things in this world that cannot be explained."

"For example, right now, your brain should be in deep sleep, but is it possible that you are listening?"

[…No wonder he is the chief of the organization’s laboratory.]

"Tell me, Grappa, tell me what else is in your brain. It has enhanced your ability to repair and allowed you to survive until now. It has also helped you get rid of the influence of brainwashing. It even...it has also affected your cognition, right? Although you try your best to hide it, you have a lot of emotional reactions to those experimental materials."

"What could it be, a superpower? Witchcraft or a curse or blessing, or does it have a clear consciousness? It's obvious that your emotional ability has been affected by it."

"Tell me, Grappa."

The crazy scientist said this as he raised his scalpel.