Chapter 230 Winter is Coming · Finale

The lower level of the Youth Palace.

As if they knew that the most dangerous place is the safest place, the organization boldly chose the core base in the city center where countless people come and go every day, and barely maintained operations with the supplies transported in.

In the quiet room, someone lowered his head and pushed the syringe of medicine in his hand into the blood vessels of the person in the middle.

The effect of the medicine soon took effect.

The black-haired man who was originally in a coma quickly frowned, struggling slightly as if he had a nightmare. First, his eyelashes began to tremble weakly, as if he was trying to open his eyes. His fingers trembled unconsciously again and curled up. Finally, the man who had been in a coma for several hours finally opened his eyes.

The cherry-pink eyes were illuminated by the bleak light. Before he could react, Tsukiyama Asari felt a chill on his face. The member of the organization who had been standing beside him for a long time poured a basin of cold water on his face. The biting cold immediately swept away the man's tiredness.

"Tsukiyama..."

A familiar and old voice came from not far away. Tsukiyama was startled and immediately realized something. He looked up and finally saw the guy that the police had not been able to find even after digging three feet underground.

That gentleman, or... Karasuma Renya.

The boss that made everyone in the organization dare not call for his life directly, actually had a very old and ugly face. His skinny fingers hung on the armrests of the wheelchair. His skin was wrinkled like an old man in a hospital ward with not much time left. But his eyes flashed a sharp eagle-like gaze under the dense wrinkles, which was very inconsistent with his appearance. It was like a mouse was forcibly put in the shell of an old man.

It was a very unkind analogy. Tsukiyama Asari slightly raised the corners of his lips and wanted to laugh.

No wonder he never showed up in front of his subordinates...even in front of the few men who were in the closest contact with him. He probably knew that his frail and horrible appearance would not shock others, so he could only use those text messages and videos to create a mysterious and extremely majestic image.

I wonder if his hands can't even hold a gun now...

the black-haired man thought, but even if that gentleman couldn't hold the gun, someone would help him lift it up. After seeing Tsukiyama Asari wake up, someone quickly walked over, controlled him from behind, and then pinched his chin to force him to look into those narrow eyes.

"Look at me like this." Karasuma Renya lowered his head and looked at the eyes that were very similar to Jundu's, with hatred as cold as ice in his eyes, "It's all thanks to you..."

Tsukiyama Asari didn't miss the desire and greed that flashed in his eyes when he saw his face.

"I gave him everything...name, wealth, status, and eternal life that even I didn't get." He narrowed his eyes, and even though those eyes were already occupied by hatred and anger, the words he uttered were still hoarse and slow, as if this body was no longer able to support the anger, "In the end, just because of a relative he had never met...he chose to betray and became a dog that bites back at his master?"

The black-haired man just sneered.

If he hadn't been an eyewitness and knew what Yugu Miu had gone through, he might have believed these words because of the rumors about Jundu in the organization.

It was Karasuma Renya who had polished him into an immortal, indifferent knife, yet he still wanted to package himself as a benefactor who should be grateful. These were

very disgusting words, and he felt like vomiting after hearing them.

"Dog?" Tsukiyama Asari raised his head slightly, his expression no longer as gentle as before, but with a strong sense of sarcasm, "No matter what kind of dog it is, seeing a master like you, it will want to chase and bite a few times, right?"

"You?!"

Unexpectedly, this unarmed man who could be easily captured dared to talk back at this time. Karasuma Renya's eyes widened. He seemed to want to reach out and vent his anger, but the hand on the wheelchair armrest only rose slightly, and then quickly fell down.

On the other side, those obedient "dogs" he mentioned kicked the black-haired man in the abdomen with a ruthless move.

Severe pain immediately exploded from his abdomen. Tsukiyama Asari hunched his body unconsciously. He lowered his head and coughed a few times because of the pressure in his stomach, but there was still no fear in his eyes.

"Are you so old that you can't even lift your hands?" He narrowed his eyes, and his original pupil color turned like cold gray under the light. Looking at the wrinkled face of Karasuma Renya in his sight, it twisted because of this sentence.

"Chop off his fingers for me." He gritted his teeth and said, just as someone pulled up Tsukiyama Asari's hands that were tied behind his back, the overly old man seemed to suddenly remember something and opened his eyes. The light flashing in his eyes reminded people of a mouse that had stolen food.

"Gintaro... bring Gintaro here."

Karasuma Renya raised his lips, finally pulling out his first smile so far, "... and bring the knife found on his brother."

Thinking of Yutani Mia who never backed down under the torture for several days, the pleasure and excitement of revenge finally flashed across his face, "Since he has no reaction to the torture inflicted on him... let's try his brother, bring him here, and then in front of him, ..." Karasuma Renya

narrowed his eyes, as if recalling this name that was not worth remembering, "Chop off Tsukiyama's fingers bit by bit, and chop them with the knife he gave to the other party!"

"Yes." The man next to him responded quickly, and when he wanted to send this order down, he seemed to suddenly think of something and whispered, "Bring it by Gin?"

"......No." Karasuma Renya frowned, "Let him continue to guard the base passage when he has no mission, and he is not allowed to leave for a minute. Let Vodka take the people there."

After

receiving the order, Vodka quickly walked through the narrow corridor.

The expression on his face was very cold, but when he was about to walk into the punishment room, he couldn't help but paused and used the action of adjusting the brim of his hat to cover up his hesitation.

Compared with his big brother, Vodka actually doesn't like to run into this punishment room. In addition to the cumbersome procedures to enter, the people locked up inside are probably also a reason.

Even though there were several tiny holes at the bottom of the room that would release the anesthetic machine immediately when the switch was turned on, even though there were three checkpoints from the exit to the normal corridor to the room, even though the person inside had been tortured to the point where he could hardly stand up... but no one let down their guard against the person imprisoned inside, as if Cointreau was some kind of monster that would come back at midnight to kill people even if he was dead.

He dared to bet that this situation was related to the rumor that the other party was not very powerful in the organization... and also related to the "grand event" in the manor on the island that day.

All the power that Rum controlled... In order to plan the stability of the plan, he arranged the lives of all the members in the manor, but they all died on the Cointreau knife. No one could imagine how he used those two knives to block so many bullets and kill one person after another. All they knew was that he was the death knell.

The real judge.

When he thought about walking into the first door, the guards would lower their eyes and remind him not to bring in anything offensive that could be used as a weapon, not to agree to any of his requests, and to immediately press the alarm if there was anything wrong.

The more he heard, the more inexplicable fear he felt.

Perhaps because he was with Gin almost every time, Vodka could not quite understand the fear in the eyes of these guards, but this silent and oppressive atmosphere was indeed suffocating, more uncomfortable than driving for Gin after a mission failed.

He took a deep breath, adjusted the brim of his hat, and then used his fingerprint to unlock the first door. A guard immediately came over and carefully verified his identity.

Because it is the time for the shift change, and the current situation of the organization can no longer spare more people to suppress the beast. There are not many people inside, and after confirming the identity, Vodka quickly said, "The boss asked you to escort him with me."

"This..." Several guards looked at each other, and the one who confirmed his identity at the beginning came out and whispered, "...Please let us check his current condition first."

Vodka frowned, because he was unhappy with these people's cautious attitude, he shrugged his nose, "Don't use anesthetics, the boss wants him to stay awake."

"If you don't inject it, escorting him there may be more..."

"The boss has no patience."

Vodka's words completely interrupted the hesitation of the others. The man who had just said he wanted to check the situation nodded and led him to the second room, which was only separated from the punishment room by a wall.

This room was specially used for monitoring. The huge screen showed an empty room with only one chair. No one was inside. The guard walked in and stuttered the first time he looked up, "Wait...Wait!"

His shrill shouting scared Vodka. He was about to yell, but he followed the guard's line of sight and saw on the huge screen that the chair where Cointreau usually sat was now empty.

Not only was it the chair, but there was no one in the entire surveillance range.

"What's going on?!" Vodka grabbed the man's collar and scolded, "Aren't you in charge of guarding? How come you can't find him?!"

"Just now... he was still there before you came. There is not even a vent in there, and the door was closed. How is it possible... how could he disappear..." As he said this, the gatekeeper shuddered violently, and his eyes were once again shrouded in omnipresent fear, "Sir... where is he going..."

"Don't talk nonsense like this, open the door quickly!" The man frowned, he walked a few steps to the tightly closed door, without time to check carefully before going in like usual, Vodka quickly pressed the door open, "Quickly report this situation to Big... Gin! The doors of the entire base can only be opened in the control room, he can't run away!"

"I, I'll call right now..."

Subconsciously following the other party's instructions at this time, the guard quickly found the emergency contact button on the control panel. When he pressed it and waited for the call to be answered, he suddenly thought of something.

A chill suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, and the chill from his internal organs made the guard shiver all over, and even his brain was buzzing.

He raised his hand and slowly pressed the monitoring controller.

The camera that was originally parallel to the room moved upwards little by little under the control.

...Just like the countless times he had hidden in an invisible position to carry out assassination missions.

Cointreau firmly fixed himself on the thin wire of the chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the punishment room. He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing. He didn't even make the chandelier shake.

When the camera turned around, he seemed to sense it and opened his eyes.

Cold eyes full of murderous intent.

Cointreau quietly raised his head and met the camera that was shining on him. Then he slowly reached out and put his index finger in front of his red lips.

Pfft -

Vodka broke into a cold sweat after entering the room.

He couldn't even foresee what kind of punishment the boss, whose temper was already mysterious, would impose on him if Cointreau escaped on the eve of his escort.

Cointreau... Where on earth could Cointreau escape from?

He looked around with hallucinations, and saw the blood-stained chair and torture instruments, and the bloodstains on the walls and the floor that had not been cleaned up in time, but he could not see the prisoner. The person imprisoned here.

At this moment, the bright light above his head suddenly shook.

Sweat... At this moment, sweat suddenly broke out from the corners of his forehead and slowly slid down his side.

Vodka raised his head in a daze and looked above his head. Just when his eyes were about to reach the position of the chandelier, a black shadow flashed by from above. He only felt his waist loosen, and his hand and the gun were placed together. The knife he carried with him was now across his throat.

The Cointreau fell so lightly that it didn't even make a sound.

"Goodbye."

A low, hoarse voice came from his ear. When Vodka finally realized that the monster who had just hidden him on the chandelier had quietly arrived behind him,

he didn't have time to turn his head. His throat was cut by the sharp blade, and blood spurted out. The man covered his neck and slowly fell backwards. He looked up at the bright light above his head. A few days ago, the dark eyes of the guard with a circle of dark blue under his eyes suddenly appeared in front of him.

'Don't let anything with offensive power appear in his sight...'

It was too late...

The man's back hit the ground hard, and the blood in his throat kept flowing out from the broken blood vessels, which soon covered the original bloodstains.

The hunting dog raised by the hunter himself really bit off the hunter's throat with its sharp teeth in the end.

A moment later, the ground was full of corpses with their throats cut open.

The door to the corridor was locked. Putting Vodka's gun and dagger casually into the pocket of the black windbreaker, Yutani Miao looked around and soon saw the small vent.

It is difficult for an adult to enter, and even for him who has been trained, it is difficult to pass through it, but this is the only way to get out.

There is no time.

Yu Gu Miao reached out, gritted his teeth and removed his left shoulder.

A teeth-grinding "crack" sound rang out in the empty room. After half of the tendons and bones were broken, the hard shoulder could finally be squeezed back a little bit. The place that was originally difficult to pass completely accommodated him. The man allowed his injured shoulder to be squeezed by the hard inner wall of the vent, and moved little by little towards his next destination.

He has to go to the laboratory.

Before going to find Gin...he needs to get the laboratory medicine.

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