Chapter 1 Absolute Zero
Many years later, when he ascends the rooftop again, Morobuchi Kagemitsu will surely recall the miracle that saved his life.
He shot himself in the chest, but the bullet missed his heart...
December 7, Tokyo, Japan.
Scotland was chased all the way to the rooftop by Rye.
There was a wall behind him, and he had a gun in his hand.
The revolver was taken from Ray.
The Scottish police undercover agent's identity was exposed, but fortunately, the organization only knew that he was a police officer, but not his real name, "Morofushi Kagemitsu".
Even in the worst-case scenario, my brother and the others are safe.
This is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.
However, even though Scotland did everything possible to erase all traces when it learned of the kill order.
One person remains in danger.
Bourbon, down to zero.
His companion, who was also his childhood friend.
Scotland still does not know how its identity was exposed.
Bourbon's situation is in grave danger if the organization discovers their secrets.
And these secrets are all in the Scottish cell phone.
Scotland knew he was now facing Rye, but Rye also had Cohen behind him.
As for who is behind Cohen, he doesn't know yet.
Before being hunted down, Scotland sent Bourbon a timed message containing his last words, which Bourbon should have just received.
Given the current situation, Scotland has no chance to send another message saying "the previous one is invalid".
There was still one bullet left in the gun; it was obvious who it was meant for.
At this point, Rye unexpectedly stopped Scotland from committing suicide and even claimed to be an FBI agent who could help him escape.
"Can I trust the FBI?"
No, no, no, of course not.
The FBI and CIA are both operating independently and don't get along, so where would they get the goodwill to help the Japanese Public Security Bureau?
"I will absolutely not allow my survival to become a reason for Bourbon to be controlled by others."
Therefore, Scotland resolved to die and destroy the cell phones.
He was not afraid of death and had full confidence that Bourbon would be able to overcome the crisis.
The only regret is that they couldn't witness the organization's demise together.
The gun was gripped tightly by Ray, making it impossible for him to pull the trigger; it was clear that the other party was eager to capture him alive.
Just then, hurried footsteps came from the rooftop stairs.
"I'm sorry, Zero, I have to go now."
Without hesitation, Scotland took advantage of Rye's distraction and shot the cell phone in his chest.
But after the gunshot, the world changed!
With a sharp clang, Scotland opened his eyes in alarm.
The bullet didn't penetrate the heart through the phone; instead, it froze into an ice cube and fell to the ground.
Not just bullets, but also the Ray in front of them, the pistol, the ground, and the walls...
The whole world has been frozen?!
The gun in my hand was covered with a thick layer of ice, chilling me to the bone.
Scotland tentatively tapped on the proud, stiff tuft of hair standing on Rye's forehead; it was hard and cold.
Lai, on the other hand, remained motionless like an ice sculpture, not even blinking.
Scotland carefully put the gun and bullets into his pocket.
He didn't have time to think about the reasons. With such a golden opportunity, escaping for his life was the most important thing!
However, the frozen ground is extremely slippery, as if it has been coated with many layers of wax, and you can't feel any friction.
The Scottish station couldn't even stand up and could only crawl forward on the ground, twisting and contorting.
When he finally got close to the stairwell, he realized that the footsteps he had just heard were coming from Bourbon.
"It really was you!"
Bourbon definitely shouldn't be here.
Moreover, judging from the time the message was sent, Bourbon must have been in a great hurry.
His companion's identity was exposed, yet he still came without regard for others' suspicions.
Does this seem like something a meticulous Bourbon would do?
But putting ourselves in their shoes, Scotland would probably do the same thing if they were in Scotland's shoes.
Even if he couldn't save them, he would still try to clean up the mess, so he would definitely come as soon as possible.
Since becoming undercover agents, the two of them have been in the same boat.
"Bourbon must be taken away."
Scotland carefully slid down the stair railing. The moment he touched Bourbon, he felt a warmth.
"Is the ice about to melt?"
Scotland instinctively looked up, only to see Rye still standing proudly and stiffly on the rooftop.
We need to get out of this awful place right now!
Scotland picked up the bourbon in one go, and instead of going up the stairs, he slid down the railing like a delinquent teenager.
The landing wasn't very graceful, but thankfully Bourbon was alright.
Scotland, carrying Bourbon, continued crawling forward on the icy road and soon spotted Bourbon's white RX-7.
There were no other cars nearby, nor could any police officers be seen.
All of this indicates that Bourbon came to rescue him all by himself.
They could have easily made a quick getaway by driving away, but upon closer inspection of Scotland, they discovered that the car doors were frozen solid!
The car window was covered in a thick layer of frost and couldn't be broken.
Moreover, given the current situation, the fuel tank might even be frozen solid.
"This car definitely can't be left here; it's too conspicuous."
Scotland glanced uneasily at the rooftop again; Rye's figure remained unchanged.
Cohen hadn't arrived yet; this was the perfect opportunity to escape.
The problem is how to move the car, and where to move it?
Scotland looked anxiously at the frozen roads, recalling a lesson from his high school physics class about the uniform motion of a small slider on a smooth surface, and suddenly an idea came to him.
"Bourbon didn't engage the handbrake, I can push the car away."
Let's do it!
Scottish took off his coat and wrapped it around Bourbon, hoping to bring him some warmth.
He placed the wrapped-up bourbon on the roof of the car, and with his frozen pistol and dagger, he chipped away at the ice on the wheels, struggling to push the car forward.
After a lot of hard work, the RX-7 finally started moving.
Scotland leaped lightly onto the roof of the car.
However, Scotland's forecast was seriously flawed.
First of all, this is a downhill road, so it's not uniform linear motion, but uniformly accelerated linear motion!
Secondly, the road surface is not smooth and flat, but rather full of potholes.
There are no brakes, and no steering wheel.
Therefore, it is necessary to use your feet from time to time to adjust the speed and direction.
It seems somewhat ridiculous that Scotland would use such a primitive and clumsy method to drive sports cars in the 21st century.
But what other choice do we have?
This world is covered in ice and snow, while Scotland is sweating profusely from exhaustion.
He drove the car, bouncing along the rooftop, making a rapid escape.
This is a relatively remote area of Tokyo.
The road was narrow, dark, and without surveillance cameras.
"I wonder where this road leads?"
Soon, a wall in front of them provided the answer for Scotland.
"Help! You need to turn!"
Scotland clung to the edge of the car roof, stretched out his long legs, and used all his strength to deliver a soul-searching blow.
The RX-7 scraped against the icy wall while traveling at high speed, shook violently a few times, and then turned in a different direction.
"Sorry, Zero, your car needs to go to the repair shop again."
The pain from the soles of the feet travels all the way to the cerebral cortex.
Scotland felt like it had almost broken a bone.
He was about to cry out in pain when he noticed a frozen person in the corner, whether a drunkard or a homeless man, he managed to hold back.
"What does the world look like to you now? Can you hear me? Can you see me?"
Bourbon beside him was expressionless and as cold as ice.
Everything indicates that this is definitely not ordinary extreme cold.
It was only then that Scotland began to seriously consider who was responsible for all of this.
Aliens have invaded Earth?
FBI Magic Strike?
Scotland looked up and found that after turning a corner, the streets became lively, with many shops still open.
However, they were all frozen.
Even more bizarrely, all the neon tubes turned into a uniform, eerie blue-green light, like flickering will-o'-the-wisps.
Scotland felt a chill run down its spine, and cold sweat broke out on its back.
"Am I dead?"
Scotland glanced at the motionless Bourbon again, gritted her teeth, and made a silent vow: Even if I die, I will take you with me!
Suddenly, Scotland realized there was no road ahead; it was a dead end.
What's worse, there's a frozen puppy in front of us!
Scotland had no time to think about the dog or whether it was alive or dead.
He instinctively rolled off the car, using his own body to stop the speeding vehicle from moving forward.
"Stop! Stop!"
Scotland desperately used his hands and feet to grab onto anything that could slow the car down; he felt his palms being cut and the soles of his shoes almost worn away.
Finally, the rampaging RX-7 came to a stop.
Exhausted, the Scottish man collapsed to his knees in front of the car, panting heavily.
He felt a wet touch on his palm, and when he looked down, he saw that it was the little dog he had risked his life to save licking the wounds on his hand.
Scotland smiled with relief and said, "My dear child, I'm so glad you're alright..."
Suddenly it dawned on him: "Wait a minute, something's not right. Why can the dog move?"
Scotland looked up abruptly and found Bourbon staring at him with a bewildered look of surprise, seemingly unaware that he was sitting on the roof of the car.
"Jing? I think I heard a gunshot on the rooftop just now..."
Scotland grabbed Bourbon and shoved him into the car: "No time to explain, come with me!"
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