Chapter 110

"Someone fell into the water!"

Someone shouted loudly in the noise, like a basin of cold water poured into the fire. The sparks were not extinguished yet, and the mud was too thick to pull one's feet out.

The hotel staff were busy evacuating and comforting the crowd. Because the lights that had been extinguished by a sudden circuit failure had not yet been turned on, they urgently activated the backup power supply. Under the cold and strong light of the searchlight, the surroundings were suddenly as bright as day.

When the manager arrived in a panic, the guest who fell into the water had already been rescued. There was a large empty area on the ground, as if a hole had been cut in it. The manager first saw a large patch of overflowing water on the ground, and then upwards, a human figure wrapped in a bath towel.

The towel was wrapped tightly around the person, almost completely covering him. Only the vague outline of a person kneeling on the ground could be seen, with the upper body bent behind someone.

A man in a waiter's uniform was standing quietly by, his body still dripping with water. He was the first to notice someone coming and glanced in the direction of the supervisor.

The supervisor was startled when he saw this. He didn't have time to wonder why no one came to help him. He hurriedly wanted to help the customer up. He had just taken two steps when a cold voice stopped him.

"Don't come here casually."

Another guest at the scene, a lady with her face mostly covered by a black veil, was also half-kneeling on the ground, holding a bath towel in her hands. After noticing the movement around her, she finally raised her head and said in a cold voice, "You need to give me an explanation for what happened tonight."

The other party's voice was not loud, but his tone was fierce, revealing the aura of a superior, which made the supervisor sweat profusely. He did not know the identity and relationship of the two guests, but with years of experience, he could tell at a glance that they were not easy to mess with.

The supervisor stood there awkwardly, apologizing humbly and complaining in his heart. He remembered that there was a fence around the swimming pool, so how come there was a gap, and so many people coming and going didn't notice it?

There was also a sudden circuit failure, which was bad enough, but they actually collided with each other.

He carefully looked at the lady's face, guessing that she didn't want to make a fuss, so he nervously suggested: "If you don't want to go to the hospital, there is a medical room downstairs, and the hotel will cover all the expenses for both of you."

The lady seemed to want to say something, but the person behind her suddenly moved. From the perspective of an outsider, he could only see a thin white wrist sticking out from the bath towel, slowly and lazily grabbing the corner of her clothes, and the shadow behind him swayed slightly, as if shaking his head.

I don’t know if it’s because it fell into the water, but the exposed white part is almost transparent, with the luster of water floating on it. The slender knuckles are still trembling, and one can imagine the icy and wet touch just by looking at it.

The lady suddenly paused, turned her head and stared at him silently for a moment, then sighed as if to compromise, and said to the supervisor: "I don't need medical treatment. Please arrange a normal room for me."

The supervisor agreed without hesitation.

After arranging for someone to escort the two guests back to their rooms, the supervisor heaved a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat off his face with a pale face, "Fortunately nothing serious happened, otherwise it would be a big trouble..." He then remembered that there were other employees at the scene who had not left and had not changed their soaking wet clothes yet. "Is that the person you rescued just now? Well done, report your work number when you go back."

As he was talking, he suddenly felt something was wrong and took a closer look: "Are you new here? Why haven't I seen you before?"

The waiter standing behind him paused, then took two steps forward, his handsome facial features fully exposed under the light.

He smiled shyly, lowered his eyes slightly, and answered the second question: "Yes, I just applied last week."

There are at least a hundred hotel employees, so it's normal that some of them are unfamiliar. The supervisor nodded, accepting this answer, and then his face turned bad again, and he asked, "You were here, did you see who took down the pool fence?"

The waiter shook his head and said apologetically, "The light is too dim, and there are so many guests coming and going here."

He whispered, "Could it be that someone felt it was a nuisance and moved away?"

The supervisor murmured in confusion: "...Is this really an accident?"

The night wind gradually rose. The waiter lowered his head and glanced at the fenced-off swimming pool. His expression was unclear and his voice was so soft that it was inaudible: "Maybe."

…

After the crisp click of the lock, Morobushi Kagemitsu put the changed uniform into his backpack and closed the door of the employee lounge.

There was someone else in the room already, pacing back and forth anxiously. When he heard the sound, he immediately rushed to him and almost grabbed his shoulders excitedly.

"M, why did you go into the water to save him? The plan almost worked!"

The employee who was speaking had an Asian appearance that allowed him to blend in with the environment. However, he was very emotional at the moment and spoke with a foreign accent, indicating that his identity was not as simple as it seemed.

This is indeed the case. He is an agent sent by the FBI team to Japan to carry out a secret mission. Due to different positions, he does not trust the so-called "elite undercover of the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department" in front of him, but he reluctantly agrees to cooperate because of his superiors' repeated orders.

Due to various factors, the FBI's operations in Japan could not be made public and were restricted in many ways. He took great pains to sneak into the banquet and set up a perfect ambush - but was ruined by his supposed partner!

Thinking of this, the agent couldn't help but curse inwardly, and was eager to hear the other party's explanation.

The black-haired undercover's hair hanging in front of his forehead was still a little wet, and was casually brushed up, revealing a pair of sharp phoenix eyes.

He was packing his backpack with his back to the crowd, and his voice was very calm: "Your plan is not feasible. There are people from other organizations present."

The agent was stunned. He had never been undercover in the black organization, so he naturally didn't know the people in it. He calmed down reluctantly, but asked, "Is this why you went into the water to save people? M, do you know that if the target stayed in the water for another half a minute, then-"

The pool was not deep, and the initial plan was not naive enough to think that a small pool could drown the target, so he disguised himself as a maintenance worker and installed a switch that, once pressed, would destroy the surrounding circuits, causing a leakage. The agent was instructed to take the target away before the police arrived, or to kill him directly if necessary.

"You are too impatient." Zhu Fu Jingguang interrupted him and finally turned around. His eyes were darker than usual under the light. "My mission is different from yours. I have made the greatest compromise."

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand to press down on his brows, and said in a hoarse voice: "...Besides, your mission was not a failure."

That day, he certainly didn't believe Rye's words until the police officer in charge of contacting him suddenly called him urgently: "... the general content has been deciphered, and it is different from what we expected. It is a very dangerous experimental report."

"It is impossible to achieve this with the current level of technology, but the organization is unpredictable and may have already completed some of it."

Finally, the police delivered a heavy confidential message to him: after the parliamentary meeting at the end of last month, the participating members of parliament successively became unwell.

"Intelligence agencies from several countries have contacted the police through hotlines. I'm afraid this is a premeditated terrorist crime."

"Mr. Morobushi, this mission can only be entrusted to you and Mr. Fūya. Please be careful."

…

The public security department had too little intelligence, so even though they were reluctant, this collaboration was still led by the FBI, but they gave Morobu Jingguang the greatest degree of authority.

Because... he had spent some time with the target.

The detective looked puzzled by his words, but Morobushi Jingguang did not want to explain too much.

The air conditioner in the staff lounge was humming, and the temperature, at 27 degrees, was a bit high, but the biting coolness of the pool water still lingered around him.

I closed my eyes and the scene at the bottom of the pool reappeared before my eyes.

He didn't know if Shengjiu saw him, probably not. The person immersed in the pool didn't know whether he was deliberately not moving or he was powerless to struggle, but he was actually very quiet and motionless. The turbulent water waves, the floating corners of clothes, and the deep red leaking from the half-closed eyes were mixed into a ridiculous color.

When he pulled him up, he even felt that the part he was holding was cooler than the pool water.

The plan would succeed in another more circuitous way. Morofushi Jingguang knew how poor Shengjiu's physical condition was, and the damage caused by falling into the pool would be more than just a serious illness.

He will use up the last dose of medicine, and the life sustained by the medicine will become so fragile that it can no longer withstand the slightest setbacks, and even the air will become a poison that eats away his life.

In the foreseeable future, he will die.

The next step is the key to the mission. Morofu Jingguang has to concentrate 200% of his energy to prevent the organization from dragging the governments of various countries into a desperate situation.

He ignored the still dissatisfied look on the agent's face, pondered how to report to the police, opened his phone and saw the message from Furutani Rei.

Just as Morofushi Jingguang was about to reply, his fingers suddenly twitched uncontrollably. He paused for a moment, tried to clench and relax his hands, and slowly typed the next line.

"It went very smoothly."

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There was no light on in the hotel room. The bluish liquid in the syringe emitted a faint fluorescent glow as it was slowly injected into the blood vessels in the arm.

After the last drop of medicine was injected, Bermode collected the scattered syringes and reagents, and wrapped them up together with the key that had been quietly put into her pocket by the swimming pool.

Due to Holy Wine's condition, we cannot go to a regular hospital, and we cannot return to the base or research institute immediately. Fortunately, we brought medicine with us just in case, otherwise it would be really serious.

She took off her hat, her long eyebrows were still tightly locked, and the coldness in her eyes only grew. She stared at the person next to her for a while, then turned her head away with a headache.

Because of the medicine, Shengjiu's body temperature was not as cold as before, but his spirit had not recovered yet. With his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembled occasionally, and his breathing was shallow.

Vermode didn't know how to evaluate him. She thought that Holy Wine gave her the key because he had seen that there was an ambush in the hotel. But if he really knew it a long time ago, why would he put himself in such a state?

She wanted to warn him in a stern tone, but seeing him curled up in the quilt, his body temperature was alarmingly low, his face was abnormally flushed, and he looked so weak that he seemed like he would melt in the next second.

Let’s wait until he wakes up.

Bermode stood up and stroked the brim of his hat with his gloved fingertips. He remembered that the banquet had to be cancelled and wondered whether Scotland and Kiel had completed their mission.

Her thoughts turned for a few beats, then returned to the holy wine, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

The white-haired young man did not sleep well, as if he was trapped in a nightmare, his brows were furrowed, and his right hand, which had just been injected with medicine, moved uncomfortably, and a corner of the quilt was torn open.

Belmode tucked the quilt back and when he got closer he suddenly heard a low and indistinct muttering.

She was startled by the completely unfamiliar language, the ending of which seemed to carry a trace of moisture.