"Do you think I'm a great gift?"

Hearing Jiang Lai's smiling words, the silver-haired boy's first reaction was to widen his eyes. Disbelief appeared in his gray-green eyes. He murmured, "...What are you talking about, Brother Jiang Lai."

"This is what I have seriously considered." Jiang Lai nodded and said, "Under the current circumstances, the most suitable and most likely way to win is this. With the help of your psychological suggestion ability, find and get the controller, and then eliminate the last concern of the red side in launching a general attack."

"Combining amnesia and the great gift makes it easier to explain why there has been no contact. First there was the laboratory explosion, the unexpected survival and the beginning of amnesia." Jiang Lai shook his fingers and narrated.

After all, Xiao Zhao did have dual personalities before, and his first personality was that of a first-grade elementary school student. If the gentleman was suspicious and did some research, he could find out the elementary school videos related to Kurosawa Akira and see that he was indeed a child with amnesia.

"Because of an accident, or because I noticed that you looked like Gin, I adopted you. Then, one day, you suddenly recovered your memory and discovered the hidden camp. For safety and to collect more intelligence and avoid making any surprises, you did not contact that gentleman and lurked here secretly until today."

Jiang Lai simply describes the basic framework.

"You happened to meet Gin recently, so let Gin pass this message back as a great gift to that gentleman, and also as a manifestation of your growth as a close assistant over the years."

"——What do you think of this script? Of course, we still need to discuss and fill in more details." Jiang Lai tapped his right palm with his left hand and replied, "The most important thing is not to let that gentleman suspect you and do something to hurt you."

"..." Kurosawa Akira clutched the hem of his shirt, lowered his head, and said sullenly, "Don't joke around at this time, Brother Jiang Lai."

"Hey? Does it sound like a joke?" Jiang Lai rubbed Kurosawa Akira's head. "I think the framework of this script is still good. Which plot are you dissatisfied with?"

"How can I be satisfied——Why would I give you away as a gift!?" Kurosawa Akira grabbed Jiang Lai's wrist and raised his head abruptly, "No way!"

"Ah... but this is the key link." Jiang Lai blinked and explained, "Moreover, if Samuster has a little contact with the organization one day, he will be able to detect the problem of my identity. In addition, Komiyayama Yuu knows about your existence, and the danger is actually approaching."

"Instead of being pushed down by others, I would rather take the initiative to jump down. This is safer, easier to confuse others, and gain greater value."

The silver-haired boy pursed his lips and said, "...No." He held Jiang Lai's wrist tightly, "Aren't you afraid that the gentleman who knows your identity will kill you?"

"Well... I think, given the current situation and my understanding of that gentleman through various channels - there is a 90% chance that he will not kill me, at least not immediately." Jiang Lai analyzed calmly, "I believe that he should be able to detect the signs of impending storm, otherwise he would not have contacted the Japanese top brass."

"If he knows who the hidden boss is, in this situation, it would be better to interrogate him and get information than to kill him directly." Jiang Lai paused for a moment, "Of course, I am more inclined to the last guess - he will choose to control me with his latest brainwashing technology."

"There are endless hidden bosses to kill. The gentleman before has already experienced it. Although he doesn't know and doesn't understand our beliefs, he at least knows that after killing one hidden boss, another will come." Jiang Lai exhaled, "So instead of killing them one by one, it's better to control one as a puppet."

Kurosawa Akira's grey-green eyes trembled, and he raised his face: "You are the hidden BOSS, Brother Jiang Lai, without you, what will we do here?"

Jiang Lai chuckled softly: "Don't you still exist? You once quietly gave me this identity, now, take it back quietly." His warm brown eyes were very calm, "Moreover, hiding the identity of BOSS is more of a belief inheritance. We can get to this point today, not relying on me alone, but on everyone. You know."

Countless people have fallen on the road ahead, and many who have fought for this have held up hope and passed the baton on.

“……” Kurosawa Akira remained silent.

Jiang Lai said: "That gentleman's conquest mentality will make him think that I am the same as him, also dominated by the BOSS. Controlling me is equivalent to controlling the hidden camp." He then laughed, his voice clear, "But, I am different from him."

——That gentleman is the victory of one person, while they are the victory of a group of people. This victory is not achieved by Jiang Lai alone, but by the general trend and people's will. The accumulation of predecessors and the efforts of future generations have gathered into an unstoppable wave.

"...But if he brainwashes you..."

"From Akai's experience, I will forget some important things, so I shouldn't worry about information leaks. Of course, just in case, I need you to give me a hint before I leave so that I won't reveal any valuable information here."

"No! I mean what are you going to do...!"

Jiang Lai's eyebrows softened: "We have the antidote here, and I still have you."

"What if I put on a collar bomb... or even more brainwashing..."

"The collar will always come off," Jiang Lai patted Kurosawa Akira's shoulder, "but I will always remember who I am in my heart."

——Whether it is brainwashing or forum influence, Jiang Lai knows that everything can only change the outside, but cannot touch the crystal clear soul. He will never forget where he came from and what he insists on.

Kurosawa Akira grabbed Jiang Lai's wrist with such force that Jiang Lai felt some pain. Rationally, as a BOSS trained, he could of course analyze the possibility of what Jiang Lai just said, and knew that this was the way to achieve the ultimate victory.

But emotionally, he couldn't accept it. The silver-haired boy said in a low voice: "I don't want you to do anything dangerous... Why do you have to do this?"

Why do you have to go to such lengths? When asked, Jiang Lai was confused for a moment. He thought: Because I have already embarked on this path and have come this far? I am only one step away from success, so I will not give up like this no matter what.

He wants to go home, no matter how hard it takes. Any organization that stands in his way will of course be shoveled out.

It is more profound and noble, probably because this matter involves not only Japan, but also many countries in the world. Jiang Lai does not know whether that gentleman has also buried bombs or even biological and chemical weapons under famous places of interest and crowded areas in China, but...

——He didn’t want to see another Old Summer Palace tragedy.

Even if something is destroyed and restored to its original state, it will never be the same again. People who have passed away will never come back. How can things that carry history and emotions be destroyed so casually? Perhaps injury and destruction are inevitable in history, but the holiness of human beings lies in their resistance to the inevitable.

Suddenly, he felt a heavy weight on his shoulders. Jiang Lai thought about it carefully again. Perhaps what prompted him to make this decision, in addition to the above, was the desire to protect his friends, the responsibility as a leader, and the sense of justice he had always upheld.

The identity and ability that play a decisive role in this chess game, the great hero that I imagined as a child saving the world, now seems to be truly achievable by analogy.

Jiang Lai's mind was filled with random thoughts.

It was like he was destined to be the hero... If he really died, maybe he would be able to achieve a success that would go down in history. Even if he couldn't, at least he would be in the news? At the very least, his legend would always spread in the industry!

But Jiang Lai didn't say anything in the end, whether it was serious thinking or subsequent complaints.

He just slowly blinked his warm brown eyes, which reflected the vastness of the world, raised the corners of his lips slightly and said:

"——Because, I am Jiang Lai."

Jiang Lai, the future. Thousands of words are in a moment.

The long night will soon end, the rolling river will return to the sea, and the bright tomorrow will shine from the east to the west. Both the earth and the sky will usher in their own future.

Kurosawa Akira still looked up, his long silver hair falling down. He didn't understand what Jiang Lai meant, but he could feel the determination in Jiang Lai's heart. His lips moved for a moment, and he still said in a low voice: "...Brother Jiang Lai, are you really going to do this?"

"If we want to win in the end, I'm afraid this is the only way." Jiang Lai tilted his head, "Don't worry, Xiao Zhao. The probability of that gentleman killing me is not high, and with you here, I will be able to get rid of control sooner or later."

Jiang Lai smiled and said, "Before that, let's come up with a script that is as perfect as possible. Of course, with Jingguang and Matsuda, we can think and discuss it together as a family."

The two perverts must have a place in the script, Jiang Lai thought in his mind. When this play begins, there is a high probability that the gentleman will let Komiyama Yuu to kidnap him - after all, he is Komiyama Yuu's [good friend].

With that gentleman's desire for power, I'm afraid he will brainwash her into being loyal to him alone, and it's impossible for Jiang Lai to keep his 100% trust in Komiyayama Yuu. Jiang Lai smiled in his heart. I wonder what Komiyayama Yuu, who cherishes his "good friend", will do.

The final chess game was about to begin. Jiang Lai frowned. As long as he eliminated this last bit of concern and hidden danger, no matter what happened to him, he would definitely win the final battle.

This was the first time that he presented himself as a luxurious gift, wrapped in a ribbon and presented beautifully - but even that gentleman could not afford the price.