Chapter 90 Forty-one Shota

"Three days have passed, and there is still no news from the organization regarding Mr. A."

Bourbon hurriedly walked from the entrance into the living room, and handed out the divided documents in his hand with a serious face: "I took the opportunity of the mission to question Bermode, and the result of the test is here. We were right, her reaction was very calm."

Scotland said seriously, "She knew that we could find out through surveillance that it was her who took A away, but she didn't deal with the surveillance video of the parking lot. This shows that Belmode thinks that he is not biased towards the weak party in this matter."

"She thinks that even if we know that she took A away, we can't do anything to her." Lei added, "The organization has not yet doubted our identity... It is very likely that Bermode knows why the boss wants to find A."

He flipped through the intelligence that Bourbon brought and pursed his lips. "A suddenly appeared beside us before. I'm afraid the boss will think that he sneaked out and accidentally ran into us. Or, Bermode may think that we know that A is an experimental subject and want to send him back to take credit."

Scotland's eyes drifted away for a second, but Bourbon remained righteous and unmoved.

Lei had no idea that the two people in front of him had been hiding his identity as A a month ago because they suspected that he would hand A in to seek credit.

"It's actually very simple. Just give me a new bayonet and I can go and snatch my brother back. Granty said happily." A round head popped out from behind the sofa, and then the boy climbed over the obstacle and sat down in front of the sofa as if no one was around. He waved to the three people and greeted them very perfunctorily.

"You don't look happy at all." Bourbon complained, "And that would only alert the enemy. Isn't your purpose to get the item from the boss that can save Mr. A?"

"But, that's your responsibility, right?" The boy tilted his head expressionlessly, imitating A, and seemed to be maliciously trying to be cute. "Brother must be in the hands of the former master now. As long as we find Brother, we can save him. Granty said firmly."

Cannot be refuted.

The Whiskey Group actually thought so too. The cooperation between Granti and them was more than half completed when they provided the specific addresses of most of the organization's bases and a large amount of intelligence on the organization's core levels. The rest basically required equal efforts from these undercover agents.

This includes helping Granti and others rescue A.

Scotland looked at the boy calmly and said frankly, "That's right, but destroying the organization is the content of our cooperation with A. I think everyone is here for this purpose, right?"

The boy's eyes met his. For a moment, no one in the living room spoke. After a while, the boy showed a bored look of loss of interest: "You really don't have the human sense of humor gene at all. It's disappointing. Granty said sadly."

Let’s not talk about the fact that you, a clone, are talking about the human sense of humor gene...where does this humor come from?

At this moment, this complaint popped up in the minds of the three adults at the same time.

The boy claimed to be Granti No. 10569, and looked to be about fourteen years old. He had taken over from No. 10568, who seemed to like to try new things, three days ago. During these three days, Bourbon and the others had become familiar with his style.

Apart from the subjective self-description "Granty XXX said" that is added at the end of every sentence, to be honest, No. 10569 is too normal to be like a Granty.

This standard was determined based on the trio's impression of the Grantis and others, as well as No. 10568, who almost turned into human black mud on the spot after learning that A was taken away.

"Isn't this normal? Not all of Grandy has to be Brother-sama's fanatic fans!" The boy was also confident, "If I were the same as everyone else, how could I highlight my uniqueness in front of Brother-sama? People tend to focus on the most unique one. Grandy retorted mercilessly."

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Aren’t you exactly the same as the Grantis before you, a brother-con?

Whiskey group together to support the quota.

They all knew that when the Grantis last received the signal from the locator on A three days ago, the child had stayed in the suburbs of Tokyo for a long time.

However, even if they knew, they could not act rashly for the time being. Otherwise, if the arrangements were disrupted, the large-scale cleansing raids prepared in other bases might be affected.

They absolutely, absolutely, absolutely must not let the organization discover their actions!

During these three days, Bourbon and his two companions only found out that the place where signal A disappeared was someone else's private property. The level of concealment was astonishing, but it was this concealment that made them more certain that it was related to the boss of the organization.

As for whether A is still there now...the three people, including the police and FBI who know part of the situation, think the answer is no.

There is no other reason. The signal of the locator was interrupted there, so it was judged to be damaged. It is impossible for A to destroy something that can transmit messages by himself, so it must have been destroyed by someone else.

If Karasuma Renya really went to such lengths to stay hidden, then if he found out that A was wearing a locator, their location would likely be exposed. How could he possibly stay there with A?

But for some reason, the Grantis believed this result very much. The three Grantis who passed through the three-person channel all judged that A could be found there.

There was no other option but to designate that area as the most important area for the attack.

"The FBI has also tried to communicate with other organizations, but in order not to expose the plan, the progress is still very slow." Lei said in a deep voice.

"The police have also been negotiating recently," Bourbon said, "probably to make the action plan more stable."

As soon as these words were spoken, the three adults fell silent.

They all knew what this meant. Steady action meant that the pace of negotiation would only get slower and slower, because there was no conflict between them and the organization at the moment, and the intelligence confidentiality work was done very well, so there was no need to be nervous.

But while the action can wait, A cannot wait any longer. Not only does he only have a little over three weeks left to live, he has fallen back into the hands of Karasuma Renya. Who knows how Karasuma Renya will treat this experimental subject who was captured after escaping?

The three undercover agents had lived under the same roof with A for more than a month, and each of them began to feel unwilling and hidden negative emotions in their hearts.

"No, it really doesn't work. Granty said sadly." The boy suddenly stood up.

"If this happens, I won't be able to see my brother. Damn it! It's finally my turn to be on duty, but I ended up with such a huge loss. All of this will go to No. 10570...Granty said to herself jealously."

He clapped his fists again and said, "Ah, at this rate, even No. 10570 won't be able to see Brother! Then I won't lose. Granty said with sudden enlightenment."

The three of them were stunned and suddenly remembered the identity of the young man in front of them.

"Brother-sama's masters, have you forgotten the life cycle of the Grantys again? Granty said with contempt." The boy looked at them and tilted his head again.

According to the seven-day life cycle, the boy can only live for four more days including today.

The only ones who know how to save A are the Grandies, so A's remaining life cannot be simply calculated as more than three weeks, but must be linked to the Grandies. No. 10562 said that the existing Grandies will end at No. 10570, so the maximum time here is seven more days.

In other words, there are only eleven days left for A to survive!

"We can still rely on the life support cabin to extend for another four days, but no longer. The energy we have accumulated is only enough for me and No. 10570 to use for two days each. Granty said dejectedly." The boy's ahoge drooped sadly, "We can't waste energy, otherwise it won't be enough--"

The boy's mournful words came to an abrupt end as he realized that he had blurted out something he shouldn't have said, and this time he even forgot to add his tongue twister.

The three of them exchanged glances above the boy's head. They all noticed that Granti and the others were hiding something very important from them, but in order to cooperate smoothly, they had been pretending not to know about it, and now was no exception.

"If it's an energy problem, maybe we can help?" Scotland changed the subject and made a suggestion in good faith.

"No way," Granty refused with disgust. The young man replied decisively.

"...Although the existence of more than 10,000 Grantis has been reported, there are still very few people who actually know about it." Bourbon whispered in a complicated tone, "The technology of cloning humans must never be obtained by the outside world."

Who can guarantee that there are no people in the public security who are interested in cloning technology? Think about it, if cloning humans would lose money, why would the organization create them every day for ten years and create more than 10,000 of them?

To study this result, only Granti and A have the technology. A will undoubtedly become a test subject again. In this case, the short life cycle is something that Granti and others should be thankful for. Even though they will not be thankful because they have escaped, it is still A who will suffer and be unable to be free.

As long as there is profit, there are many people in this world who can abandon their conscience, and they must nip all these crises in the bud.

Not as an undercover agent, but as a human being.

When the three of them submitted their reports, they also discussed it with Granti and others, who agreed. The explanation they gave was that the police and the FBI couldn't find them anyway, and that they were currently being blocked by a common enemy, the organization. They would have time to consider the specifics after everything was over.

"We need to speed up the process," Bourbon concluded, his tone firm, "We need to bring A back safely."

The three of them didn't notice that a subtle emotion emerged in No. 10569's eyes as he heard these words.

In the manor in the suburbs, Chi Jiang Na Yue gave the order to the puppets around the undercover team to leave without any guilt, then turned off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom calmly.

The maid guarding the door held up a towel to wipe the water off his hands, and he calmly reached out his hand, not forgetting to politely say "thank you, sister".

Akajiang Nayue's plan was beyond the imagination of anyone outside. During these three days, not only did he not suffer any torture, but he also tortured Karasuma Renya instead.

This story begins three days ago.

After it was confirmed that A would stay, Karasuma Renya hesitated for a while about where to arrange accommodation for A. In the end, the desire to survive overcame his suspicion. He was afraid that A would recover his memory in the middle of the night and die with him, so he did not put A in his bedroom, but arranged for him to stay in another room on the same floor.

As a 140-year-old man, Karasuma Renya usually needs to get enough sleep to be energetic. However, he had just received a surprising email from Curacao the night before, so he slept very late and got up early in the morning to arrange tasks for Vermouth.

That night, Karasuma Renya expected to go to bed an hour earlier than usual.

Then he found an A holding a signing pen beside his bed.

"Why are you here?" Karasuma Renya asked with a frown.

The boy opposite him held the pen in his hand expressionlessly and made a piercing gesture in the air. He explained seriously, "Since I am the master's weapon, I must protect the master closely."

After saying this, his eyes were still filled with the barely perceptible words "praise me" as he looked at Karasuma Renya.

Karasuma Renya, who was not touched by the cuteness at all, just felt a chill on his back, as if A had poked his lungs instead of the air.

He really didn't dare to leave A in his room like this, especially when A was holding something in his hand... This guy had a history of piercing the lungs of two researchers with a pencil ten years ago. Karasuma Renya still remembers this feat vividly!

It was also because of this that the researchers later used more ruthless methods in their experiments.

If Karasuma Renya were to comment, A had brought this upon himself. If he had not resisted so fiercely, why would the researchers punish him by taking his organs out so many times in a short period of time? Wouldn't A have died so quickly?

Although A was later driven out and the servant was asked to lock him back in the room and not let him walk around, Karasuma Renya was immersed in a nightmare the whole night.

He dreamed that A really climbed onto his bed in the middle of the night and stabbed him all over with a pen.

Don't do shameful things, and you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door... The problem is that Karasuma Renya has done a lot of shameful things, and he also knows that there really is such an unscientific existence as A in this world.

So he didn't sleep well the whole night and planned to make up for it during the day on the first day.

Then at four o'clock in the morning, his door was opened from the outside, and a small figure wandered in, cat-walking silently to the head of Karasuma Renya's bed.

Karasuma Renya's bed is very large, with thick curtains on three sides. There are also many life-support equipment placed near the bed, including an oxygen machine.

Chijiang Nayue stared at the oxygen machine, feeling regretful.

It can't be turned off now. If it could be turned off, it would be enough for the old man to have a pot of food. This guy was so excited yesterday that he stopped taking oxygen. If he stops using oxygen for a few days in a row, he might kill himself.

So Karasuma Renya opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a short and stocky shadow standing at the head of his bed. Due to the curtain, he couldn't see the figure's face clearly.

But with this height, it's obvious that he can only be A.

Karasuma Renya's breathing hitched and her heart nearly stopped beating from fright. The sleepiness that she had managed to accumulate with great difficulty was completely gone.

Akae Nayue had already planted a psychological hint in Karasuma Renya's mind, guaranteeing that no matter how much the old man was tortured by him, he would never think of sending him to the research institute as a solution, and would only keep him by his side.

During these three days, Karasuma Renya repeated the same routine of being dragged to sleep late by A and having nightmares, and being scared by A and having to get up early and be alert. He didn't get a good sleep at all, and he looked much more haggard, even thinner and gloomier than three days ago.

After leaving the bathroom, Akae Nazuki walked briskly towards Karasuma Renya's study. She greeted everyone she met along the way and received a loving look in return.

All the people who could work in Karasuma Renya's estate were the old people of the Karasuma family. For the sake of safety, Karasuma Renya did not reveal A's identity as an experimental subject to anyone and only let A call him master, so these servants did not know the child's true identity.

But they were not fooled by this psychological suggestion. When they saw that Karasuma Renya was still allowed to stay in the manor despite the torture the child had caused him, their attitude towards him became more and more respectful during these three days.

Of course, Karasuma Renya, who was tortured to the point of mental breakdown, had no time to pay attention to this matter these days.

Chijiang Nayue sincerely hopes that the police will act faster.

Otherwise, Karasuma Renya would be killed by him before the others destroyed the organization, and his script would not have ended perfectly.