Chapter 26 Chapter 26 Physical signs are normal, gene targets are normal...
As expected, Zhu Fujingguang was intercepted by Vermouth as soon as he landed, in front of Bourbon.
Since they were in a crowded public place, she didn't disguise herself, revealing only her charming eyes. "It's been a while since I've seen you two alone. I'll borrow the Scotch. Don't blame me for the Bourbon~"
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Zhu Fujingguang always feels that Vermouth’s eyes are a little tired, although this also has a kind of broken beauty.
Bourbon said with a smile: "Then please ask Vermouth to return Scotland to me in time."
Hearing this, the Thousand-Faced Witch's eyes flickered between Scotland and Bourbon with great interest. She only uttered this sentence when she and Scotland were alone in the car: "I didn't expect your plan to work so well on Bourbon. It turns out you know him best in the organization."
The "strategy" she was referring to was what Morobushi Kagemitsu had said to his "master": "I don't want to be Bourbon's vassal, but rather want to be the object of his attention." Judging from Bourbon's recent performance, Scotland had clearly achieved this, even if he hadn't yet truly taken that position.
Zhu Fujingguang shook his head and typed on his phone: "You also said that he was very ambitious, but you just didn't care much about him."
"You care deeply." Her mask had been removed, revealing her red lips, which were sharply outlined. When she raised them, they looked like a dagger unsheathed. "If you two want to team up, even though this is a first in the organization, it's not impossible given how much he dotes on you. But that's Bourbon. I won't interfere with your own actions. Don't implicate others."
After giving her warning, Vermouth began to coax her child again: "Come, tie the ribbon yourself. Good children shouldn't know too much."
I don’t know if it was because of the time Zhu Fujingguang got off the plane, but when he and Vermouth arrived at the familiar old house, it was not dinner time, and there were no dishes or “master” in the restaurant which was so big that it was empty.
Zhu Fujingguang felt a little strange.
From their attitude of not replying to text messages and the two previous meals together, it can be seen that Scotland and the "master"'s attitude was strange and a little awkward, and eating was indeed the most practical way to ease the awkwardness, not to mention that they didn't even eat face to face.
The butler wanted to take Zhu Fu Jingguang upstairs, while Vermouth was left downstairs.
As he was about to pass the corner of the stairs, he looked back. The blonde girl was standing in the long gallery with her back to him, but she didn't look up at the paintings.
Zhu Fujingguang was about to step onto the third floor where he had been stopped by the housekeeper.
The layout of the third floor is very peculiar. At first glance, it seems that every room is the same, but when you look closely, you find that they are not exactly the same. The decorations between each room are just mirror images.
After walking through two more U-shaped corridors, the butler stopped in front of a half-open door and motioned Zhu Fu Jingguang to go in.
The lights in the room were dim, and there was a huge screen separating the space about two meters away from the door. After closing the door, the butler walked to the side of the screen and stood still.
There was a mahogany chair facing the screen near the door. Zhu Fujingguang glanced at the butler and sat down.
Well, it’s very much like a job interview, the kind where if you fail you’ll be dead.
"How's life over in Europe?"
He has a very "master" speaking style, and as the superior he starts by chatting about family matters.
Zhu Fu Jingguang first simply gestured and said, "Very good."
He thought for a moment and added, "Mezcal works pretty well."
After hearing the butler's real-time sign language translation, the "master" seemed a little surprised: "I didn't expect you to be so optimistic about him... Then why did you bring Bourbon back? Why not leave him in Europe and exchange him for mezcal for you?"
He said this gently, as if Scotland's words could easily decide the future, or even life and death, of the two codenamed members of the organization.
Zhu Fujingguang lowered his head slightly, as if his thoughts had been revealed. "You should remember that my original goal in going to Europe was just to make Bourbon pay more attention to me."
After he finished gesturing this sentence, he seemed to remember something, but he put his hand down again as soon as he raised it.
"Are you asking me why Bourbon went to Europe?"
Zhu Fujingguang nodded hesitantly.
The "master" didn't nod immediately, but changed the subject: "You did a great job this time. So good that someone even came to me for you."
Zhu Fujingguang did not express his opinion.
Who would want him? The gin that Scotland inexplicably labeled "beta equality"?
Apart from this, Zhu Fujingguang couldn't think of a second candidate. It couldn't be Lei, as he was not qualified enough to ask the boss for someone.
Yes, at this point, Zhu Fujingguang was completely certain that the person he was talking to was the boss of the organization.
But he didn't even dare to harbor the slightest murderous intent in front of the other party, not even a single thought in his mind. Furthermore, this dark behemoth had grown to its current size. Even if it lost its leader, it wouldn't disintegrate. It would only result in a shift in power, which was obviously even more disadvantageous.
Judging from what Bourbon had said to him in Europe before, and Vermouth's condition just now, there are indeed signs of internal and external troubles in the organization.
Is the boss still willing to arrange himself according to his original plan?
Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't know that two sudden gunshots interrupted everything.
Before hearing the sound of breaking wood boards, the young man with cat eyes threw himself to the front and side without thinking, and rolled to the ground with the butler.
A thick liquid flowed down Zhu Fujingguang's face, but he didn't care at all. The young man who looked gentle just now now had the upward curve of his eyes so sharp that it seemed to be able to hurt people.
Zhu Fu Jingguang casually pulled the chair he had just been sitting on to block the butler, and at the same time kicked open the screen - which was also the direction from which the bullet came.
This series of actions happened so quickly that it only took a breath, but it was already too late.
A hole was opened in the temples of the middle-aged man behind the screen, and the black and red liquid representing life splashed onto the mahogany table and chairs, mixing with the liquid that flowed out of a broken glass bottle the size of a little finger on the table.
The corpse was still holding a gun. Zhu Fujingguang walked over and picked up the gun, his eyes casually glancing at the logo on the broken glass bottle. He turned and gestured to the butler, indicating that it was the bullet hole left where the butler had stood.
Then the cat-eyed young man lowered his head to observe the corpse.
This man had the most average appearance like every room on this floor. He would be impossible to find in a crowd, except for his pair of familiar green eyes.
He was "completely focused" on observing and "unaware" of the butler's approach, then fell into unconsciousness with a sharp pain at the back of his neck.
When Zhufu Jingguang regained consciousness, his brain was still groggy, probably because some drug had taken effect.
He did not open his eyes, nor did he even move his eyeballs. He took in everything around him with steady and long breathing.
Something was stuck to his limbs and torso. The bed beneath him wasn't the cold iron bed Zhu Fujingguang had imagined, but rather felt like a hospital bed. The air smelled only of disinfectant, no other medicine.
Only the cold electronic prompt echoed in this empty place: "...physical signs are normal, gene target is normal, gene fragment is normal. Experimental subject 1527 is normal, experimental subject 1527 is normal, experimental subject 1527 is normal."
After the electronic prompt sound announcing that everything was normal disappeared, it fell into a long silence.
It wasn't known how long it took before Zhu Fujingguang heard a familiar voice: "Push him out."
Some patches on his body were torn off, and then he and the cot under him were pushed somewhere.
After counting quietly for about three hours, Zhu Fu Jingguang allowed himself to start thinking: The person who was speaking seemed to be Sambuga from the medical team?
Don't terms like gene target usually appear in cancer patients? Scotland... is it an experimental subject of the organization?
"Huh? How come you woke up so quickly? You're worthy of being my most proud work. The dosage is clearly enough to make an adult male sleep for at least 30 hours, and you've only woken up for 20 hours and 32 minutes."
Zhu Fu Jingguang slowly opened his eyes and saw Sambuga wearing a white coat with a flashy pink shirt underneath, sitting lazily on an ergonomic chair diagonally opposite him.
After looking around, Zhu Fujingguang found that he was not in the medical room open to the members of the organization. It could even be said that the place he was in now, apart from the few instruments still connected to it, looked like just an ordinary large room.
But the decoration style looked quite familiar to Zhu Fujingguang - he had been in a similar room before he lost consciousness.
"You don't seem surprised," Sambuga said, feeling somewhat dissatisfied with Zhufu Jingguang's indifferent expression. "This is the first time you woke up here and saw me."
Zhu Fujingguang wanted to take out his cell phone to type, but as expected, he found that his cell phone was not with him. The kind-hearted Sambuga took a piece of paper from the stack of papers beside him, turned it over, and handed it to him along with a pen.
"I'm honored."
Sambuga leaned over and nodded reluctantly after seeing what Zhufu Jingguang wrote on the paper.
But he quickly added with regret, "You've finally made it. Why did you crawl so fast? It's a shame for such a good experimental subject..."
He hesitated for a moment, unfinished the rest of his words. Sambuga's peach-shaped eyes seemed to be filled with a smile, but upon closer inspection, a dense venom lurked within, making Zhu Fujingguang imagine a colorful venomous snake speaking human language to him. "Being valued by that person isn't necessarily a good thing, but someone like you can't escape it anyway. You're even safer to use than Gin. Well, anyway, I hope Scotland doesn't fall down again. Otherwise—on behalf of the medical team, I welcome your return."
Zhu Fujingguang took away the paper on which he had written "I am honored" with an expressionless face, indicating that he took back his previous words.
"Well, this excellent work that has left me, please lie back down and let me carry you out."
What Sambuga was holding in his hand was the black ribbon that Zhufu Jingguang had seen many times at Vermouth.
Zhu Fujingguang half-raised his head, with Sangbuga still covering his eyes. His slender white neck looked harmless and fragile in this posture.
As the light in his vision gradually faded due to the black ribbon, he opened his mouth slightly and asked silently with awkward mouthing, "What about Vermouth? She is your most satisfying work, right?"
The pair of hands knotted on the back of his head paused, and Sambuga's voice was filled with amusement and a hint of unwillingness.
"Her, I'm not qualified."
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