Chapter 139 That’s the Golden House!

Although they said that Morioga had to make preparations in advance, Gin and the others couldn't get away in a short period of time. They had to hold on until the winery closed down to make a perfect farewell.

However, the experimental equipment and researchers that were secretly transferred here have been quietly integrated into the port mafia, occupying several floors and the basements of many industries in one go.

As for those secret laboratories originally hidden in various countries, they simply moved to another location with their people and things. With the dual influence of money and connections, they were given a decent name and transformed into legal private laboratories.

Of course, doing so seems a bit high-profile, and the coincidence in time can easily arouse suspicion from others, but Douma's original intention was to cut off all human experiments that were not only illegal but could even be said to be inhumane.

As for the remaining researchers, the research work they will be engaged in in the future will be legal, so they naturally don't need to hide themselves as they did in the past.

Although there are many old employees whose background is not so good because of the illegal research they were engaged in before, the truly insane mad scientists have been regarded as discarded by Douma, who plans to use them to deal with the police from various countries who are closely following the Black Organization.

These researchers selected by Douma not only have extremely strong professional abilities, but also have acceptable character. They are all useful talents who are forced to stay in the Black Organization through coercion and inducement.

Douma would naturally not sit idly by and watch them being arrested by the local police, so he had to continue to make big promises to the umbrellas behind him, those dignitaries from various countries who were secretly connected with the Black Organization, in exchange for the personal safety of these researchers and subsequent research funds.

Although it cannot be said that the face of the Transcendent is completely useless in other countries, it is probably not as effective as in Japan. Therefore, Douma has already prepared himself for the possibility that some people will not buy into his plan and he is prepared to bleed a lot this time. However, he did not expect that the reality is far more magical than he imagined.

When those powerful and influential old men who were defeated by aging found out through various channels that the new boss of the laboratory was the same person as the boss of the Japanese organization that handled the "Stone of the Sage", not to mention deliberately making things difficult, they all wanted to get things done the next day just to establish a good relationship with Douma so that they could buy more "Stone of the Sage" privately.

The most important point is that offending a foreign transcendent for the sake of some insignificant little people in their eyes is obviously not a wise deal. Taking advantage of this incident to make friends with a transcendent is the absolute right thing to do in the minds of these people.

Of course, this is a story for later.

Back to the present, most of the Black Organization's secret laboratories that were originally spread all over the world have disappeared silently in corners that undercover agents from all sides had not paid attention to.

All I can say is that fortunately, due to the special organizational rules of the Black Organization and their usually illegal methods of doing things, the disappearance of many familiar faces in various laboratories did not attract the attention of other people in the same laboratory.

When a few researchers told this story as a joke, it did not arouse the vigilance of undercover agents from all sides who heard some rumors.

After all, those inhumane researchers directly accused these colleagues who suddenly disappeared of committing crimes and being dragged out and executed by the organization, which naturally led other people who were unaware of the secrets into the ditch.

Therefore, not only did the "Golden Cicada Escape Plan from the Water-Added Winery" not get exposed to the public in advance, it even further gained the trust of undercover agents from all parties who were still kept in the dark. If the organization was not planning a major operation, how could it suddenly become so strict and directly deal with some researchers who were suspected of "suspicious behavior".

"It's almost ready." Gin said calmly, with a cruel smile on his lips. He calmly pinched the iron railing in front of him into a ball of scrap iron, barely suppressing his impatience. However, his black windbreaker rustled in the night wind, revealing his mood at the moment.

The wind was very strong on the rooftop at night. If it weren't for the protection of his hat and scarf, Gin's beautiful long silver hair would have been in a mess. Vodka, who didn't have such worries, grinned and said something that didn't match his simple appearance: "Brother, should we take this opportunity... click."

While helping to dub, Vodka's thumb suggestively slashed across his neck, and it was obvious that he had some evil plan in mind, wanting to take advantage of the opportunity to kill a few of the official lackeys on the day he escaped from the Black Organization.

Gin, who also hated the rats so much that he wanted to kill them all, was not angry after hearing what Vodka said. He just glanced at the eager Vodka and suppressed him before warning him, "This plan will take three months to complete. Don't make things difficult for me."

For Gin, it is far more important to complete the plan assigned to him by his boss than to take the opportunity to kill a few annoying rats.

Whenever he thought that in a few days he would be able to follow Lord Douma openly, Gin couldn't help but feel excited. His dark green eyes reflected the light of the neon lights opposite, shining brightly.

"Yes, big brother." Vodka nodded obediently and accepted Gin's warning in its entirety without any objection or other thoughts.

This is the advantage of Vodka. Although he is a little slow-witted, he never drags his feet when it comes to following Gin's orders. He is very active and is a perfect little brother.

Gin was naturally very satisfied with Vodka's point. He retracted his gaze and looked at the abandoned park which was now pitch black. His dark green eyes were filled with a mixture of coldness, cruelty, expectation and other emotions. Finally, he calmed down under Gin's strong self-control.

Vodka also knew where the next plan would be implemented, and he quickly noticed which direction his eldest brother was looking. He looked over there but found that he could not see anything clearly.

This is too far, the naked eye can't see it clearly. Vodka complained in his heart, but at the same time he was complacent that he had been prepared in advance. He was worthy of being the number one henchman under Brother Gin, and today he could make a contribution to Brother Gin again.

Thinking of this, Vodka's ordinary face, which could only be described as regular, could not help but show a bit of joy, and then he reached out from his waist and took out a pocket telescope, and handed it to Gin like a treasure: "Brother, use this."

Gin lowered his eyes to look at the pocket telescope handed to him, turned his head to glance at Vodka and refused: "I don't need this, you can use it yourself."

Gin refused, but the determined Gin's elder brother Chui Vodka didn't show any sign of discouragement. He took his hand back neatly, and his admiration for his elder brother went up to another level: Ah - he is worthy of being Gin's elder brother, always more powerful than he imagined, he couldn't see anything from such a long distance, but his elder brother could see everything clearly blablabla...

Fortunately, Gin doesn't have the ability to read minds, otherwise he would be disturbed by Vodka's thoughts.

Flattering in his heart did not affect Vodka's work. He held the pocket telescope in front of his eyes, and with the help of the lights nearby, he could vaguely see the target. Then he could only withdraw his hand embarrassedly and check for omissions in his mind and said to himself: Next time, I must bring a telescope with night vision function!

Vodka, feeling frustrated for not noticing this detail, started to make small talk: "Brother, among the top leaders of the organization, only four of us can escape. If we exclude those researchers, there are so many people in the remaining action team. Are you going to leave all of them behind?"

"No." Gin's answer was firm and decisive. He didn't even turn his head and continued to look at the abandoned park in the distance. His tone was careless to the point of cruelty: "Let's not talk about those rats who got code names by getting to the top. The bunch of rubbish in the action team below is not worth the trouble to get them out."

Gin's words were merciless, but they were also what he really thought. To be able to allow those official undercover agents from various countries to rise to high levels step by step, the action teams under them were really useless, otherwise how could they allow a group of undercover agents to stand out.

A bunch of rubbish, worse than an undercover rat, whose ultimate value is only to make a tiny contribution to the boss's "watered wine factory golden cicada escape plan." Gin narrowed his eyes slightly and thought very coldly.

"It's indeed garbage." Vodka, who looked honest but was actually fierce, followed his elder brother's train of thought and thought that he was right. He could just recruit the worthless garbage later, as there were plenty of guys of that level anyway.

"Let's go, we have a tough battle tomorrow." After saying this, Gin put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the stairwell without looking back.

From the elegant back, you couldn't tell at all that this cool and handsome man was clenching his fists, trying hard to suppress his impatience so as not to go to the boss before the plan was completed.

The tall and strong Vodka followed closely behind Gin, and the two of them disappeared into the night together.

In Yokohama, not far from Tokyo, in the landmark Gotokoro Building, Douma, the boss of an organization, is watching an explosive piece of news with great energy. He has changed his mind from being a happy boss who just lets things slide and makes good use of people, and has turned over and stood up.

Sitting in Douma's arms, Yumeno Hisasaku raised his head as if he sensed something, looked at his guardian suspiciously, then looked at the TV uncertainly, and confirmed again and again that this was really just a very ordinary piece of news and was of no use to their port mafia.

"Hey, tell Hisaku, what is Douma-brother looking at?" If you don't understand, just ask. Yumeno Hisaku turned around and hugged Douma's neck, his non-mainstream eyes flashing with a malicious and cute light.

"I'm watching the birth of a desperate son." Douma stared at the TV. The news was reporting that the new generation head of the Karasuma family decided to auction some antique paintings under the name of the previous head Karasuma Renya who passed away a few years ago, as well as a country villa left to him by his mother.

What the hell, a country villa? That's a golden house! Douma tried to hold back his complaints and vented his emotions by ruffling Yumeno Hisasaku's hair. He threw him into the air as the kid protested.

The two of them happily played the high tossing game, which made Nakajima Atsushi, who was doing his homework nearby, envious. However, when he looked at his brother's small body, he stopped being envious. After all, he had grown up, unlike Hisasaku who still had the body of a child!

Yumeno Hisasaku: ...Are you polite?