sjar Chapter 269 AkaiMoruofu: Very unlucky!
Chapter 269 AkaiMoruofu: Very unlucky!
Rum laughed deeply again and again, repeating that he was definitely not petty.
He was just helping that gentleman train the madman Mojito!
He rum, loyal!
But he has been having a headache recently. After the agent betrayed him, there were rumors in the organization that the organization was destroyed this time because he had stabbed the gentleman in the back and wanted to take power.
But he was wronged.
It was not him who exposed the gentleman's whereabouts and stabbed the organization.
That gentleman not only possesses an organization, but also the Karasuma Group, the group of retainers and elders belonging to the Karasuma family, and a network of partners around the world...
Even the eternal youth and rejuvenation that he himself desires are in progress.
He wished that the gentleman had more power and could conduct experiments more recklessly. How could he possibly dig his own grave?
Who is so vicious to spread rumors and cause trouble behind the scenes?
Fortunately, that gentleman trusted him and even sent him an email to appease him and handed over the task of rebuilding the Japanese headquarters to him.
Rum was deeply moved. It was a blessing for workers to have such a broad-minded boss.
After coming to his senses, he quickly asked someone to open up the air route and assigned the task to two newcomers.
[Morohashi, immediately go to the United States and bring back Toru Amuro, a member of the organization. You have two weeks to do so. Time is money.]
——Rum]
[Midorikawa Saku, immediately go to the United States and bring back member Amuro Toru. You have two weeks to do so. Time is money.]
——Rum]
Rum had given them a two-week deadline, but there was nothing he could do. He had to give them more time. The atmosphere in New York was not right at the moment, and who knew if anything unexpected would happen.
It's better to be cautious.
[The private jet is ready and we look forward to your arrival, Midorikawa, Moroboshi.
Vermouth]
"Sharon, prepare for the next scene."
Came the director's voice.
Vermouth put away her phone, nodded her red lips, and the dangerous smile on the corner of her mouth became gentle. She stood up gracefully and walked towards the set.
Japan.
As soon as Morofushi Keimitsu walked out of the confinement room after receiving the email, he ran into Akai Shuichi next door.
The two men held the organization's contact phones, and the moment their eyes met, there was a flash of swords and sabers.
But now is not the time to fight.
They all suppressed the murderous intent in their eyes, packed up their things, and headed straight for the airport.
When they got on the plane, they were still facing each other.
Morofushi Kagemitsu/Akai Shuichi: Bad luck!
Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda, who were eagerly waiting for news from the same period, said: "..."
The two sat in the office, holding their phones, their expressions becoming increasingly gloomy.
Zhu Fu Jingguang, whenever there is news about your childhood friend, you come faster than anyone else.
Why is the reaction so slow this time (pointing and talking)?
They suppressed their worries, fearing that something might happen to Zhu Fu as well.
But they had no way to contact Zhu Fujingguang, so he had to rely on himself for everything.
USA, New York, Organization P Base.
Rei Furuya is in the underground research institute.
He wasn't brainwashed again, but after losing his memory, he became very curious about the experiment.
At this moment, he was lying on a table covered with various surgical tools, swinging his heavy legs in shackles out of boredom, staring at the researcher who was making medicine, staring at him until his body stiffened and covered in cold sweat.
"What medicine is this?" he asked, leaning forward.
The researcher sealed the test tube and placed it in a white box nearby. He replied cautiously, "It's a drug for treating nerve necrosis."
"What about the one in the bottle?"
The researcher glanced at the white bottle and said, "A special medicine for cerebral infarction."
"Where's the yellow bottle?"
"Myocardial infarction."
Furiya Rei stared at the black bottle next to the box and asked casually, "Where's the black bottle?"
The researcher, growing impatient, replied without even looking up, "Veritaserum."
He didn't know what he answered casually, and was still concentrating on the reagent in front of him.
"What about the blue one?"
Furiya Rei asked patiently and quietly jumped off the table. His white cloak brushed across the table, bringing a breeze.
He walked over silently, his footsteps were so light that even the chains on his feet made no sound.
It seems that as long as he wants, even if he is chained and locked in a cage, he can still flap his wings and fly lightly into the blue sky.
Then, the dark-skinned hand touched the black bottle.
The researcher was busy when he suddenly became aware of the strange silence in the laboratory.
A slight breeze blew across his face, and he suddenly looked up, seeing a face wearing a clown mask.
His heart stopped and just as he was about to scream out in terror, he was covered by the other person's white-gloved hand.
"Shh, be quiet."
The magician's voice came from under the mask, dull and suppressed, like the suffocation of being pressed down by dark clouds.
This gloomy feeling, coupled with the madness that the storm is about to bring, makes people feel fearful.
The researcher blinked, indicating that he agreed to keep it as usual.
Fūya Rei seemed to believe it and loosened his grip.
As the researcher opened his mouth to shout, a thin needle pierced his artery.
Feeling a stinging sensation, the researcher subconsciously looked at the overturned potion on the table and immediately recognized it as truth serum.
His consciousness became blurred and he even forgot that he was in the laboratory.
He seemed to have come to a very safe place, with someone he trusted wholeheartedly in front of him, chatting with him.
It's that gentleman.
"What experiment are you doing?"
The researcher said enthusiastically, "It's a drug to maintain brainwashing. Master Suzi has instructed us to make it as soon as possible and put it into experiments."
"Where's Suzi?"
"The master is debugging the brainwashing machine."
"What is your aspiration?"
The researcher thought for a moment, bewildered, then replied earnestly, "I hope the experiment will succeed. We've come together to reverse the flow of time. This is our common goal, and we're willing to sacrifice our lives for it."
Furiya Rei's expression gradually darkened after hearing the researcher's answer.
Reverse time?
The authority that belongs to God.
He laughed wildly. "Great, great. Stealing the authority of God in human form is so interesting, so interesting."
He was bent over with laughter, but when he raised his head and reached out to remove the mask of laughter from his face, his purple-gray eyes were full of sadness, and there was a hint of sadness between his brows.
"But your dreams, the goals you strive for your whole life, are given by God."
He manipulates your behavior and thoughts, making you the villain who will definitely be defeated by the protagonist!
Your research will never succeed.
He murmured, "Every bit of progress you make now is just the false mercy of God."
"How sad. How sad."
He took two steps back, dragged the heavy chain to the shelf, took out a pill from it, turned around and stuffed it into the researcher's mouth.
"Let me grant you eternal freedom." He said with a smile.