The young man's eyes were bloodshot, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
He looked down at his own pale, thin hands. They were clean, yet he seemed to have a hallucination of seeing them covered in blood.
…It is blood, and even more so, sin.
It is his sin.
If he had not been so naive to leave a distress signal, no one would have known the topic and words between them; if he had not been so conceited and believed in his own abilities, that distress signal would not have been discovered by anyone.
So now nothing has happened and everything is peaceful.
Kudo couldn't help but start blaming himself.
The day before yesterday, he left a distress signal on the street in a fit of rage, wrote down the address of his laboratory, and used infrared and Morse code to stick a device under a trash can.
Probably no one discovered it at the time, and he thought that everything was fine. However, within half a day, the device he thought was hidden was seized by the organization.
No matter how powerful he is, he has his limits. He cannot resist the organization's constant vigilance against him.
There were three groups of people around him in public. Of course, the three groups were those he could see, not those who were surrounding him directly.
In fact, there were only two people in the open, and the rest were hiding in the dark, watching his every move all the time.
He thought that three waves of people, a total of thirty-four people, were the limit of the organization's defense against him.
Unexpectedly, the reality was far more... terrifying than he had imagined.
Perhaps there are more people somewhere darker than he can see.
…
Kudo almost wanted to laugh. Is he so dangerous?
He was so dangerous that the organization was on guard against him - this was no ordinary guard. As a dark organization that had been lurking in Japan for nearly a century, it was undoubtedly arrogant.
It also has the capital to be arrogant. Kudo has seen gunfights between the organization's members and the police, and its stockpiles of armed helicopters and gunpowder are countless.
Even when they attempted to murder a very powerful senior official, they did not set up such surveillance - that is to say, even the senior official did not receive any treatment, but he did.
Should I feel honored?
Kudo thought so harshly, the burning anger was about to consume him, why didn't he see it... why didn't he be more cautious? !
Lei had left the scene long ago and was now sitting in a small room smoking. In the smoke, several computers could be vaguely seen in front of him.
The above are different angles of the same place, and the protagonist of the picture is always Kudo.
The black-haired boy stood there without moving, with his head lowered. His black hair obscured the expression on his face, and his body was thin.
When he stood alone in front of the huge window, the bright sunlight shone in, illuminating a large area, but he stood in the shadows ingeniously, looking like he was abandoned by the whole world.
Lei exhaled a puff of smoke and narrowed his green eyes in scrutiny.
This boy is an experimental subject of the organization. He is barely the youngest member of the organization who has been given a code name. His qualifications are not much different from Vermouth's - but the power is vastly different.
Vermouth has the right to act first and report later, not to mention the basic rights such as free movement - even he has such rights.
But this boy didn't.
He could not move freely, choose his tasks, or even use his brain.
Lei had been to his room before. As soon as he entered, a sense of danger rushed from his coccyx to his brain, making him subconsciously take out the □□□□ hidden on his body.