Chapter 109

After three rounds of cleaning inside the base, the entire base is as airtight as an iron barrel. Not only that, Rum seems to be planning to abandon this place.

Regardless of what the higher-ups thought, drug development was a top priority, and even though the institute became a key suspect in intelligence leaks, the suspension did not last long.

The research institute's test site was changed to an underground laboratory of an imported pharmaceutical company. After avoiding censorship at home, Miyano Shiho resumed her busy research.

However, she had to go to the laboratory from home with the men sent by Rum. They called it protection, but in fact they were monitoring her personal freedom.

Although she was dissatisfied, Miyano Shiho did not want to take the initiative to provoke trouble, and the atmosphere could be considered peaceful.

Until the illusion of peace was broken by an uninvited guest.

Late that night, she got off work from the institute and walked towards the SUV in the corner of the parking lot as usual, when she suddenly noticed something was wrong.

Miyano Shiho stared at the blurry shadow on the driver's seat, clutched the strap of her handbag, and wanted to leave the area quietly.

"The person who was supposed to pick you up today was late because of something, so he sent me over."

A slow male voice sounded from behind, with a condescending tone: "Let me introduce myself. You can call me Bourbon."

The SUV lights flashed twice and unlocked. The blond man, who had never been seen before, didn't care about Miyano Shiho's suddenly cold face and undisguised hostility. He smiled and said, "Do you want me to take you back, or do you want to wait for the original person in charge to come back?"

Mysticism prevails in the organization, and Miyano Shiho has only heard of Bourbon's code name before. The man in front of her has a good appearance that takes advantage of his bloodline, but this does not prevent her from having a bad first impression of Bourbon.

"No need." Miyano Shiho crossed his arms and refused with a stern look, "I can wait."

If they were to compare, the subordinate that Rum sent to monitor her gave people the impression that he was much better than Bourbon.

Bourbon shrugged: "Okay, whatever you want."

Miyano Shiho stood there without moving, and for some reason, Bourbon did not leave even after being rejected by her.

The blond man slowly shook the car key in his hand, and seemed to notice her secret gaze. He said helplessly: "Don't be too nervous. I just want to take a ride. I came to the institute today just to pick up a document."

She had not received any notification from the intelligence team that they were coming to the institute to retrieve the documents. Hearing this, Shiho Miyano could not help but frown. Before she could ask, Bourbon continued, "Speaking of which, Shirley, have you heard of the confinement room at the base?"

"It is said that those who fail the mission will be locked up in a solitary confinement cell. There is also a saying that they will be sent to a research institute to become drug test subjects. However, I think the two statements are not contradictory. The solitary confinement cell can also be used for human experiments, right?"

Bourbon spoke slowly, with a hint of interest in his purple-gray eyes. "But the confinement room doesn't seem to be used very often. During the time I was in Japan, I heard that it was only used once—"

"That's enough." Miyano Shiho interrupted him coldly, "I don't know what you are talking about."

Bourbon spread his hands and took two steps back. He seemed to be completely unaware of the offense and violation in his words, and there was even a hint of regret in his expression.

Miyano Shiho clenched her fists, "If you have nothing else, please leave here."

"Don't get too excited. I mean no harm." Bourbon shook his head helplessly. "I just caught a few traitors. I'm just a little curious."

Under Miyano Shiho's cold gaze, he slowly put down his hands, straightened the wrinkles on his suit, and resumed his relaxed demeanor at the beginning, and said consciously: "In this case, I will not take up your off-get off work time anymore."

Just as he appeared out of nowhere, Bourbon smiled and left the parking lot.

After walking out of the surveillance range, his expression suddenly changed.

The blond man untied his bow tie irritably and let out a breath, but the anger accumulated in his chest lingered for a long time.

Judging from her reaction, Shirley must have seen the video of the confinement room.

But the video cannot be transferred. According to Rum, it will be automatically destroyed once it is hacked by an external IP. How did Shirley, who has been staying in the research institute, see it?

Rei Furuya intuitively felt that the problem was with the "automatic destruction" that Rum mentioned, but unfortunately he couldn't replicate the situation at that time, nor could he call Rum over to ask for clarification, so he could only make a rough guess.

Since the video is useful, would it be backed up before being destroyed? Not many people have had contact with Shengjiu, and even fewer have gained his trust. Does Shirley have a complete copy of the video?

He opened his car, answered the call, and counted to three before slowly saying, "It's me. How are you doing?"

…

On a rooftop somewhere in Tokyo, a car dealer's daughter's birthday party was held next to a swimming pool. In the dead of night when the wind was still chilly, the rooftop was warm as spring.

In an inconspicuous corner, there sits a person who blends into the background.

His presence is so subtle that most people won't notice this place at all. However, once someone's eyes pass by this place intentionally or unintentionally, they will be frightened by his natural sense of distance and dare not approach casually.

The man wrapped in the black suit looked quite young, with a slender figure of a teenager. He wore leather gloves of the same color and kept turning a silver ring on his hand.

The plain and heavy pure black did not suppress the face. Occasionally, a flash of light shone over, highlighting the deep and dark features and the pale and cool white skin, as if even the moonlight stayed for a moment longer.

Such a person should be out of place in a lively party, but somehow, he blends in wonderfully with the surrounding environment.

Before anyone noticed, someone sat down across the table.

"You're here really early."

Before I even sat down, I heard the visitor talking to me in a familiar manner, "When did you start liking to wear rings?"

"This is a new product from the research team. It's quite useful for eavesdropping."

Kono Seiryoshi took off his ring and casually threw it into the cup of water. A tiny bubble soon appeared on the silver ring and then sank silently to the bottom.

The waterproof performance is acceptable, but the functions are a bit monotonous.

He has similar gadgets in Vongola, and because he doesn't have much fire, he relies on technology to go out. In addition to communication and positioning, his ring also has an anesthetic function, which was tailor-made by Vongola's exclusive mechanic.

It seems that the mafia in every world has to master some technology that surpasses the world level. The organization is obsessed with developing drugs and procedures, while Vongola is good at inventing and transforming based on fire.

Having gone off topic, Gongye Shengliang came to his senses and glanced at the blonde woman next to him.

The tulle decoration hanging from the hat effectively blocked the star's radiant face, and because Bermode deliberately chose a low-key dress, few people noticed her.

"Have you investigated the matter in the United States?" he asked.

Belmode has been busy in the United States for some time. It is said that there is a problem with the organization's power map, which involves her and her daughter Winyard's hard work over the years. Today she finally has time to take a break.

Speaking of this, Bermode's eyes turned a little colder. He took a sip of his drink and said in a low voice with a hint of sarcasm: "The FBI hyenas must have smelled blood and are going crazy trying to tear off some pieces of meat."

She raised her eyebrows, and the coldness and murderous look just now disappeared in an instant, and she returned to her smile. "I heard that Japan is not peaceful either. Did Rum cause you trouble?"

Gongye Shengliang was silent, rubbing his temples wearily, "I won't talk about spoiling the fun anymore."

Bermode nodded in agreement, lit a cigarette with a smile, and leaned back in his chair in a relaxed manner.

The host of the banquet had cooperated with the organization in the early years and still had close relations with Piske, so she got the invitation letter without much effort.

Tonight was pretending to be a birthday party, but in fact, they were secretly going to trade evidence. However, this mission had nothing to do with Bermode. She just heard that the holy wine was here, so she came to join in the fun.

After a while, Bermode heard someone beside him suddenly say, "Did you see Scotland when you came here?"

"Why, aren't you together?"

Vermouth asked casually, raised his chin towards the entrance, and said lazily, "I'm serving as a receptionist properly."

Following the direction she pointed, across the crowd, I could see a black-haired young man in a waiter's uniform standing tall, slightly bent over and talking to the woman next to him. After handing over a wine glass, he put away the tray and left.

The woman he was talking to turned her head at this moment. She was wearing a gentle champagne-colored dress, her black hair tied into a low ponytail, and her bright cat eyes were gentle and charming, yet concealed a fierceness.

——Organization code name Kir.

Kiel didn't notice the hidden sight in the corner and walked to the other side of the rooftop.

Kono Seiryoshi lowered his eyes, reduced his presence once again, and sighed with a headache.

Of course, he didn't come here to celebrate anyone's birthday. After getting rid of Rum - at least Rum's body - it would take some time to cultivate a substitute, so he had to deal with Rum's relics as soon as possible.

Rum lives a secluded life and has accumulated a lot of connections over the years, with the most important ones being the members who have already obtained code names.

Not many people in the organization have seen him. Taking advantage of this, Kono Seiyoshi personally screened the personnel list and readjusted the plan based on each person's performance.

The last person on the list is Kir, who has a mission today. He discovered his undercover identity as a CIA agent a year ago and was controlled but did not reveal any intelligence. As a result, he was appreciated and trusted by that gentleman and was given the code name "Kir". His current identity is the popular TV anchor Mizunoshi Renna.

From the first moment Kono Seiryoshi saw Kiel, he knew that his trip was in vain.

[Member of the Black Organization (?)——Gil (Black?)]

Very good, another undercover.

He can now calmly treat the undercover agents that appear every now and then in the organization, and each of these undercover agents is a top-notch talent. When their identities are not exposed, the value they create is indeed better than that of loyal trash.

Kiel didn't know him, and he came to the banquet in an ordinary capacity. Since the mission to inspect Kiel ended ahead of schedule, he had no reason to stay any longer.

Before coming, Zhihui once took the initiative to dissuade him.

"It may be a little bit of a mouthful to say this, but sir, I suggest that you keep Scotland away from you."

At that time, Zhu Fu Jingguang had just returned to the base, apparently just back from a mission. He happened to come out of the video room and ran into him from a distance. It was the first time they had met in these days.

For a moment, Kimino Seiryoshi didn't know whether Chie's ability to see through people's minds was too strong, or Morobushi Kagemitsu's hatred for him was too obvious, even a stranger who had only met him once could see it.

He asked Zhihui: "The organization used you as an experiment, don't you feel resentful?"

Zhihui was a little confused, but she answered him politely: "Sir, we were not deprived, but given."

"For us, loyalty and faith are enough."

Her eyes were so frank, and she showed no emotion when she talked about the brainwashing human experiments of the organization. Karasuma Renya once called them "new humans" with satisfaction. Although they were not as good as him in transferring consciousness, they understood and utilized their own limitations to the greatest extent and were obedient to their fate.

If Karasuma Renya's plan succeeds, they will become the first carriers of consciousness and spread like a virus.

There will never be such a day, Gongye Shengliang thought to himself, it will not succeed.

He believed that Zhihui's judgment was not groundless, but he still maintained his partnership with Scotland in name only.

It's a bit surprising that Scotland shouldn't be on the task list today.

Kono Seiryoshi picked up the ring, wiped it with a handkerchief and sealed it in a plastic bag. When he stood up, the chair behind him made a not-so-light sound.

Bermode said "Huh" and sat up straight: "Are you leaving?"

"We've seen everything we need to see," Kono Seiryoshi glanced at the time, "There's still a long time until the end, so just in case, you can stay and wait until the mission is over."

No matter how high the heating on the rooftop was, the coldness still couldn't be stopped from creeping into my heart.

Bermode took out a lighter and smiled before lighting the cigarette: "If this is your request."

Gong Ye Shengliang had no choice but to nod and say goodbye to her.

The atmosphere of the party was in full swing. The birthday party even booked the most luxurious three floors, and the rooftop was specially chosen next to the swimming pool. It was surrounded by young people who loved to play, and the smell of perfume and alcohol mixed together. He frowned slightly, whispered a few "excuse me", and left from this necessary road.

The first half of the journey went smoothly, but when we got halfway through, we suddenly heard a scream not far away.

A single stone caused a thousand ripples. The crowd didn't know what was happening. They were pushing and shoving everywhere. The lights above their heads suddenly went out, and the high-pitched screams pierced their eardrums.

In the chaos, Kono Seiryoshi suddenly felt someone grabbing his arm.

The light was dim, and he initially thought someone had accidentally recognized the wrong person in the chaos, but this idea was soon overturned.

He opened the system map and was startled by the red light that was so close to him. When he tried to struggle away, someone suddenly pushed him from the back and he fell forward uncontrollably.

Time suddenly seemed to be stretched to a very long length, yet it seemed to be just a moment.

Kono Seiryoshi knew that the red mark representing hostility was aimed at him, but the feeling of weightlessness in his body made him temporarily dazed, and he couldn't think for a moment why someone wanted to push him into the water here.

The cold liquid poured into his mouth and nose, and the water pressure squeezed his chest. He had never known that fabric could be so heavy when it was soaked with water.

It's so cold and heavy. I can't move.

The last bit of air was consumed, and cold water rolled into the trachea with the cough, and the lungs seemed to be burning.

The water was swaying and he couldn't see the figures around him clearly. Before his vision started to go dark, another scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

At the station, when he was out of breath due to excessive breathing, was Scotland also standing by and looking at him indifferently?