69novels Chapter 65
Chapter 65
Li Qianmu is destined to miss a normal and happy family.
Before the age of 10, he seemed to have managed to spend a period of relatively happy days, but the memory of that period has long been blurred and can be ignored.
And at the age of 10, the man who was his father by blood became furious, accusing the woman who was his mother by blood of concealing a family genetic disease and polluting his blood with garbage genes.
The woman argued that she also had this gene, but she lived a healthy life without any problems. Who knew that the child she gave birth would be so unlucky?Maybe it's because the man's own genes also have problems, and they interacted together to become like this.
Of course, the man finds it unreasonable. He has a big fight with the woman regardless of the child next to him, and each blames the other's fault.
After blaming each other, no one felt that there was something wrong with them, so the only one who had the problem was that unlucky child.
After the age of 10, he did not live with his divorced parents. He was supposed to live in school, but he was not happy. He learned to skip school every day at the age of twelve or thirteen.
The school teacher has taught him and punished him, but it is useless to deal with a silent and sick child. He calls his parents, but the parents will never come. He can only do whatever he wants, then he will It's like this.
From a legal point of view, he was sentenced to his father, who was a successful businessman and from a wealthy family, and he didn't know what happened to his mother after she left, and he didn't want to ask about it. On the contrary, he would occasionally call and ask his uncle to know something.
That man remarried twice in the past 6 years, probably because he wanted to have a healthy child while he was still young, but he didn't follow up frequently. He went to the hospital for a detailed examination and found out that he really had some minor health problems. The probability of having a child is extremely low, and Li Qianmu may become his only son.
However, a child who is doomed to die early cannot be counted as a son. Until Li Qianmu obtained the Jierong ability to go to the island country, the man seemed to be still working hard to obtain healthy offspring.
If counted from that year, the father and son have not seen each other or communicated for 16 years.
Li Qianmu has become Yuan Qianmu.
Even if he abandoned his surname and identity, and used the huge gap between worlds as a barrier—this chain called "bloodline" still found him lingeringly.
"........."
At this moment, the corners of Qianmu's lips curled up slightly.
It seemed to be a smile, but it was as cold and sharp as a frost blade, tearing away the illusion of pain and depression built day after day on his surface.
"Mr. Li." He said slowly, "Where did you find this number?"
The man on the other end of the phone didn't expect him to have such an attitude, and was about to reprimand him in a deep-rooted tone: "You..."
"Well, needless to say, I already know." Qian Mu casually flipped through the script, then casually intercepted the man's voice.
It seems that the degree of out-of-control ability has increased again, and the boundary between reality and virtual world has become more and more confused. Therefore, some things that should not appear have taken the opportunity to mix in.
He finds it very boring. Whether he answers the call, chats or not, and what the man's intentions are, it doesn't affect him at all.
But, from a little whim that gushed like from a dark spring.
Qian Mu said politely: "You have finally lost your children and grandchildren? Congratulations."
man:"……"
"Li Qian—"
The sound of fury was only halfway through, and it was suddenly interrupted by a faint chuckle.
The man heard the unparalleled danger from the low laughter of his biological son whom he hadn't seen for a long time, just like if there was no barrier to block him, the bloody sharp teeth would have bitten his throat, so he didn't care about the blood relationship— —Besides, there is no such thing.
The subconscious didn't dare to imagine, and the hairs all over his body stood up almost immediately.
The man's impression of his son is still more than ten years ago, so that the sudden contrast is huge, which is very unacceptable.
But no one cared whether he could accept it or not. When he realized that Qian Mu wanted to hang up the phone, he finally spoke in a hurry. This time, he changed to a stiff, but more tactful tone: "Don't think too much, I'm making this call. There is no other meaning... You are also 26 years old, and it will not be too late to start busy with your career after you get married and have your own children."
"The girls introduced to you are all excellent. You young people can always have a topic, and you can talk about your relationship. If you already have a girlfriend in the island country, and the conditions are right, then bring it back to meet her." See, I won't force you in this regard, but you should also consider the major events in your life..."
Qian Mu was very patient.
He actually listened to this piece of nonsense without making a sound.
What is brewing in his heart, what is breaking, he has no way of knowing, he is still so calm on the surface.
It's useless for a man to embellish with more nonsense, his core intentions have already been seen at a glance.
"Pfft."
"...?"
"I'm sorry, because it was so funny, I couldn't help laughing out loud."
Qian Mu asked curiously: "Even if you are really the last generation, there is no need to ask me to realize your dream for you. It is impossible to meet the requirement of health alone. What do you think?"
"It's not necessarily unhealthy. I've consulted a doctor. The probability of inheriting a genetic defect is very small..."
"—Probability, I am that very small probability."
"Li Qianmu! Can you speak well! Forget it, what I mean is, since you are still safe and sound, it means that the genetic disease is not as serious as the doctor said, just pay attention..."
"........."
——At this moment, everything was finally "shattered".
He could only hear his own soft voice, as if tightly wrapped by clouds.
He is held high by the clouds, arrogant but precarious. Only he himself knows how vulnerable his sharp self is. After losing the soft support, when will he fall, and when will he be crushed in the abyss.
"I was thinking," he said.
"Is there a need for this useless gene to continue?"
"Does a life doomed to despair have any meaning?"
Qian Mu was not questioning the man.
He doesn't need to get any answers from other people's mouths, because people who have never experienced it, and who have never felt the same situation, will never be able to understand this pain.
This is questioning himself.
The call ended at some point, the phone slipped from his hand, bounced off the edge of the bed, hit the floor heavily, and made a "bang!" sound, but it failed to distract him.
After this boring episode ended, Qianmu pushed open the bedroom door, as if planning to go downstairs according to the original plan and continue the unfinished experiment.
But when he walked into the laboratory at a slightly swaying pace, the strange smell of various chemicals, the air-conditioning from the freezer, and all kinds of smells that he was not used to but had to get used to rushed over his face.
Only today, the rancid smell that the air purifier can't clean is entrained, so unbearable and disgusting.
Qianmu glanced sideways, and every section of the laboratory where he was the only one was deeply caught in his eyes.
He directly crossed the dressing room without changing clothes or disinfecting. Starting from the right side, he walked forward against the corner of the wall, stroking the wall with his right hand, and sliding slowly with his steps.
The fingers only rubbed against the wall for a while, and then they touched the closets with various utensils in turn, and countless precision instruments that had not been activated.
Qianmu walked slowly around the laboratory, as focused as if he was seriously visiting for the first time. He touched every piece of equipment meticulously. If there was any dirt, he would wipe it clean with his sleeve. , completely forgetting his anxiety.
After checking all the facilities by the wall, he walked to the position he was most familiar with, raised his hand to take the test tube that had been sitting on the workbench for half a day, and stared at the liquid that was faintly discolored under the chemical action.
Although there is still some distance from success, this is the "hope" he has always believed in.
He held it so tightly that even if he almost crushed the test tube, he would not let go.
[Yuan Qianmu is as angry as he is at this moment, and there is so much resentment in his heart.It has nothing to do with that stupid man, his emotions towards him are even more flat than that of strangers, and the object of his anger and resentment is always himself, except for the illusory fate. 】
[It turned out that while he was trying his best to keep himself alive, he also hated himself from the bottom of his heart—hating his own blood, his mutilated and diseased genes, and everything that constituted himself as a waste product. He thought that he should not have been born from the beginning to the end, and if he had not been born, he would not have to bear the continuous pain in the future. 】
[He once gave up on himself when he wanted to survive the most, thinking that if death could bring him relief, then he might as well just give up like this.But unfortunately, death is too terrible, as time goes by, he is less and less afraid to face it, and at that time, Belmode gave him a little courage to persevere, so he continued to live despicably, and continued to endure every step of the press torture of despair. 】
[Such pain, such blood, it is necessary to continue... No, is there any value in existence?The answer is beyond doubt.However, the words of the irrelevant person came neither too early nor too late, and they appeared at this time. By coincidence and destiny, Yuan Qianmu's already precarious psychological defense was defeated. 】
[Suddenly he couldn't help questioning the meaning of his insistence on living. Every stroke of every record in the laboratory, every piece of equipment covered with traces of use, is the evidence of his stubborn refusal to die, and also the evidence of his persistence. Proof of an ugly heart. 】
[If you think he is going to give up again, you are wrong, it is a big mistake.Yuan Qianmu's confused thoughts and horrified paranoia will make him cling to "hope" and never let go, and go further and further astray.In order to avoid death, he will do more and more unreasonable behaviors, because he has——]
Don't say that word.
Although it was true, Qian Mu still felt that it didn't matter.
"Hope" was indeed held tightly in his hands. With his obsessive and fanatical eyes, he admired the luster of the liquid flowing under the light, but he couldn't help the desire in his heart. He wanted to touch it carefully, but what he touched with his fingertips, But it's the coldness of the test tube.
"why……"
The bone-piercing gloom and manic anger made him a different person in an instant.
At this moment, the one holding the test tube tightly... the tired and restless red-haired man covered in thorns has nothing to do with "Yuan Qianmu".
He's just a drowning man trying to grab hold of straws, and the road ahead is the precipice on which the raging river is about to fall.
[If you don’t want to fall to pieces, Yuan Qianmu has to hold on to something, even if it drags the world into the water, it’s not hesitating. 】
The script used cold words again and again to clarify the unknown heart of "Yuan Qianmu".
Men have nothing to say.
No matter how he wins or loses in his previous struggles, as long as the script captures his never-changing essence, he will be invincible.
—He didn't want to die.
Therefore, this is the only choice he will never give up even if he knows that death is coming...
"Ah……"
"Hahaha……"
"Hahahahahaha!"
If the script had been conscious, it would have been quite a shock at this moment.
Because, in the new content that foretells all the words and deeds of "Yuan Qianmu", there is no such paragraph at all, and everything that happened later is "theoretically" impossible to happen!
The man who was deeply anxious and violent suddenly raised his head, his left hand with five fingers spread out heavily covered his face, and his eyes happened to be exposed from between his fingers.
The scarlet pupils did not shrink in response to the light, overflowing a hole that should represent danger, but this hole is more like a pitch-black wilderness that has been completely burned by fire, and the surviving beasts also raised their heads in the center of the wilderness, roaring arrogantly and disdainfully .
The man laughed wildly as if being pleased by fate, and kept laughing until he was out of breath.
"Sure enough... no matter how insightful you are, and arrange everything clearly, it's just a dead thing after all."
"I know better than anyone how much I am afraid of death. It may indeed be not far from the point where everyone else can die except me... However, if I am not really forced to that point, who knows what I will be at that time." What do you think?"
"I don't even know what I will think and how to do, let alone a script."
There is no way, after all, he is not normal anymore.
"—Ah, what a pity."
The sound of glass breaking.
Qian Mu let go of his hand briskly, and the test tube containing the medicinal liquid slipped from his palm and shattered in front of his feet. The precious and life-saving medicinal liquid was scattered all over the floor, only a little splashed on his shoe.
He tilted his head, stared at the small pool of liquid on the ground, whispered a pity as if extremely regretful, and then stepped over without any hesitation.
From the moment the test tube was broken, there was an unstoppable fishy-sweet smell rising from the depths of the throat, and overflowing from the cracks of the lips and the corners of the mouth. It was not bad to smear his lips into a bright red that looked much healthier. .
Qian Mu raised his hand to wipe away the obstructive blood clot hanging from his mouth, looked around again, and determined in his heart which things could not be left behind and would be destroyed later.
Yes, he intends to stop this project that seems to have some hope. The research institute on the organization side can be dealt with. This laboratory can no longer be kept. Before leaving, all traces of himself must be erased.
Almost everything had to be destroyed, except for a dose of potion that Qianmu took out from the freezer.
This injection of medicine is actually the original version of the special medicine.
The reason why it was developed but discarded is that although this version is quick to take effect and can quickly restore the mental and physical strength of terminally ill patients and return to a normal state, this medicine is more destructive to the body, and the effect The longest time is only half a month. After the effect of the medicine wears off, the patient's body will accelerate its breakdown.
A few years ago, when Belmode brought him to the underground research institute because of a high fever, Qianmu was afraid that he would not be able to wake up, so he told Belmod that he could be injected with this special medicine with huge side effects as a last resort. A little delay is a little bit.
At that time, he hadn't completely trusted Belmode, and he couldn't control life and death after he was unconscious. He wasn't sure whether Belmode would give him an injection according to the situation, or whether he would give him an injection on purpose, even if he lost consciousness, he would still be injured. With doubts that can't be said.
Unless it is absolutely necessary, he will not choose the path that is almost equivalent to suicide. Even if he is forced to choose, he will hesitate for a long time, struggling in every possible way——
But now, when this day really came, Qian Mu's movements were very swift.
"Half a month..."
"Today is November [-]. It's less than half a month, enough."
He rolled up his sleeves, and tied the rubber tube between his arms for a while before the needle tip was able to penetrate into the vein where the blood vessel was finally visible, and pushed the syringe to the bottom with one hand.
Wait until the medicine, which is half alive and half dead, is completely integrated into the body along the sluggish blood flow.
Qianmu, who waited quietly in the laboratory for a long time, moved his arms, felt the strength that was slowly increasing, and finally smiled with satisfaction.
He put away the few documents that needed to be taken away, and went back upstairs, not forgetting to take a shower in the bathroom, and change out of the blood-stained clothes that were more horrific than before.
After taking a bath, Qian Mu has become more energetic.
He also copied the materials in the computer in the study room, and also cleaned up the traces that should not be there. Except for personal items such as mobile phones, other items do not need to be taken away. He left the research institute almost intact. The final step of cleanup is simpler.
The next day, the news might mention something: an explosion occurred in a research facility, which accidentally set off a fire and burned down the entire building. Fortunately, no casualties were caused...
There are still a few days left, which is quite sufficient for what Qianmu is going to do in the future, and it is okay to take it slow.
But after he left the research institute engulfed in flames, he looked up at the sky. It was still early anyway, so he could go and get the simplest thing done first.
"We don't need a product push in our family—huh?!"
The young man who opened the door showed a bad face, but was pushed into the house by a huge force in the next second, and fell to the entrance in embarrassment.
Click.
The door is closed behind the uninvited "guest" and also blocks the outside light which is dimmer than the incandescent light.
The man bared his teeth when he fell on the ground, his rather good-looking face suddenly twisted.
But just as the angry expression hung up, he saw clearly the "guest" who was looking down at him, but the anger pressed the pause button inexplicably, and turned into a shiver from summer to winter in an instant.
It is obvious at a glance that this "guest" in a windbreaker is a thin body that he can knock down with a single punch, his skin is as pale as a character from a vampire movie, his eye sockets are slightly sunken, and the scary red pupils In the midst of this, there was an abnormal radiance.
Especially——when he looked down at him, his eyes seemed to be examining some garbage that was planning to disappear.
This man... this man is really evil!
The anger that the young man retracted couldn't help but trembled again, and the tone of his mouth became weaker: "You, what do you want to do? Let me tell you, trespassing on private houses is illegal..."
"What happened? Huh? Honey?!"
The woman watching TV in the house heard the movement and ran out in a hurry. Seeing her newly married husband lying on the ground and an unknown person at the door, she was frightened.
She was braver than her eloquent husband. Seeing this scene, she didn't go limp. Instead, she grabbed her mobile phone and nervously shouted at the strange stranger, "Who are you? What? Please, please get out! If you don’t leave, I will call the police!"
When the word "call the police" was mentioned, the stern and dignified stranger suddenly smiled, as if changing his face. The kindness and gentleness of that smile can be seen from the woman's stunned reaction.
"Yes, ma'am, you should indeed call the police."
The weird stranger—that is, Qian Mu, bent down and grabbed the collar of the man who was about to shrink into the ground, lifted him up with one hand, and threw him in front of the woman who couldn't help but retreat.
The man was frightened by this completely invisible strength gap, and immediately turned around to get up and run away, but Qian Mu lifted his foot and flattened his back. The terrible spine must be fine, but there is no guarantee that other places are safe.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, considering the threat of the suspect, I need to restrict his actions. His actions are a little rough, but please don't be afraid."
He politely apologized to the woman: "I am a criminal psychology consultant specially hired by the police. This is my certificate. The authenticity of the certificate, you can ask my colleagues who will arrive later to verify it."
Seeing the advisor's credentials that didn't look like a disguise, and the red-haired man looking haggard, but still not hiding his upright face, the woman calmed down a little, and quickly grasped the point: "Why did the criminal consultant find my house? The target is... ...My husband? Wait, you want to say that my husband is a criminal?"
"Is he a fugitive?? A murderer???"
"It's not that serious, but it's really not a good thing for you." Qianmu said, "You only knew this person for a month, and you got married under his pursuit, right? The information he told you and the information he gave you Marriages are fake."
"Uh, marriage scammer?"
"Yeah, you are the first victim of his deception, so the method of fraud is still very rough, and it is easy to find out..."
"Ah? Ah!!! I wonder why there is a handsome little brother who suddenly fell in love with me at first sight, and is even willing to marry me in order to get married... So it turns out that he is a liar who is after my family's money!"
"Hmm... I'm glad you can accept the reality so quickly, but ma'am... It's not good to believe a stranger's one-sided words too quickly. Would you like to listen to the scammer's confession first?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, because it's what the handsome guy said, so I can't help but believe it all. This is the main reason why I will be deceived..."
"Haha, thank you for your compliment. We need to strengthen our awareness of prevention in the future. Criminals who like to use their appearance to confuse people are not uncommon for both men and women."
Qian Mu had a good chat with the female victim, easily making her forget her way of appearing more terrifying than the suspect.
Marriage scammers never dreamed that the first "business" that was going to show off their skills was caught by an inexplicable police consultant before it officially opened, and was forced to close early.
And he couldn't figure out how he was discovered. He was very careful, and it was enough to deceive unsuspecting women-this consultant who appeared out of nowhere was free to take care of marriage fraud? !
"Now, explain."
The consultant speaks concisely and works hard.
Not to scare people, nor just threats of violence, the fledgling scammers have a hunch: If they don't cooperate honestly, this "consultant" will kill people.
That's right... this crazy guy is really going to kill him!right here!
Bathed in blatant killing intent, the fraudster stiffened all over. In front of the woman and the police who arrived, he poured beans out of a bamboo tube to finish his criminal facts.
The prisoner was then taken away by the police. It stands to reason that the woman and Qian Mu, who had reported to the police in advance, would also follow to make a statement.
But Qian Mu apologized to the policeman who came here to take charge: "I'm sorry, I have something to go to the police station, maybe I don't have time to make notes..."
"It's okay, it's okay, we all know that you are very busy as a consultant, thank you very much for coming to help catch the scammer this time!"
"Well...By the way, where is Police Officer Date? Isn't he usually in charge of such cases?"
"Ida went to deal with another murder case. It hasn't finished there yet, so it was transferred to me."
"Thank you, please send my... hello to Police Officer Yida. Cough, it's okay, maybe I suddenly have low blood sugar, a small problem, I'll go out for a while, and this prisoner will take care of me."
The policeman in charge couldn't help stretching out his hand to stop him, but Counselor Ketor turned his back on him, covered his mouth, walked quickly for some reason, and disappeared at the corner of the corridor in a blink of an eye.
The police officers in the No. [-] Search Division are very familiar with Consultant Ketor. After all, the consultant is very capable and easy to talk to. He has helped them solve many difficult cases before.
But this "before" counted, it was more than two years.
They haven't seen the consultant appear for so long, and they thought that the consultant returned to his full-time job as a scholar and went to do research with peace of mind. Although it was a bit regrettable, everyone sincerely hoped that the consultant's research would go well.
The police officer saw the consultant again after two years, and his excitement almost cooled down on the spot, all because of the consultant's appearance... a bit strange?
"How does it feel, he seems to be walking in a hurry, and his body looks a little weak... Is it so exhausting to study?"
The police officer scratched his head, regretting not being able to say a few more words to the consultant, so he had to write this down in advance.
After a certain case, Ida became quite familiar with the consultant. Not long ago, she was still talking about how the consultant disappeared from the world again. Unfortunately, this time, by mistake, they failed to meet.
The police officer was very friendly and decided to tell Ida about it when he went back.
the other side.
Qian Mu quickly walked out of the victim's residence, bit by bit of bright red liquid had broken through the barrier of the glove, dripped silently to the ground, and formed a crooked and shapeless blood line where he walked.
He found a remote corner facing away from the sidewalk and stopped, took off a glove, threw it on the ground, and wiped away the glaring bloodstain with his feet.
Before picking up the wedding scammer, he found a guy who would drive tired and kill innocent passers-by in a few years.
At that time, Datehang's fate had already partly shifted, until the fraudster was caught in advance, and the remaining part that hadn't moved completely turned to another direction away from [death].
— thud.
It was after the scammer was caught, the door closed behind him softly.
It is also familiar, the prompt sound of the huge gear dragging the chain to spin again after a short pause.
It was still too early for Yi Dahang's death, and now to forcibly sever fate, the backlash against Qian Mu was not small, and another invisible chain stretched out, entrapping his limbs.
Pain struck.
The script in my mind trembled violently again.
The body that had been injected with powerful special effects almost couldn't hold on, and fell apart on the spot.
But for this, Qian Mu’s reaction is:
"Fortunately, it's useful. If you delay things because of hesitation, wouldn't it be bad?"
Knowing no pain, he felt very grateful for his foresight.
Resting against the wall for a while, Qianmu only swayed slightly at the moment when he stood up straight, and then he straightened his back as before, with a smile on his face, and his slightly raised head never lowered hang down.
"Next, there are a few more things...important..."
"very important……"
At the same time as he resumed his steps, two emails were sent from his mobile phone to the mailboxes of two people respectively.
……
The moment before receiving that person's message, Gin was sitting in front of the bar counter of a bar with a wine glass respectfully delivered by the bartender in hand.
This bar is one of the places dedicated to information exchange. It is not very secretive. It is occasionally used to meet some people who are not credible but have important use value-for example, people who actively surrender to the organization.
However, it is actually very strange.
Even if the defectors are powerful enough, even high-level figures in the Metropolitan Police Department, as long as there is a trace of suspiciousness, Gin will never appear here in person.
But the truth is, he did come.
Vodka didn't get off the car and waited outside the bar. After the quiet bartender delivered the man's named drink, he also disappeared in a self-conscious manner.
There were only two people in the bar.
The police traitor was sitting next to Gin, two seats away from the silver-haired man, his expression was tense, but he also had a bit of natural pride.
He didn't expect before that he just made a tentative gesture of goodwill, and before he threw out anything of value, he attracted Gin's personal visit.
Given his status, he naturally knows the secret undercover plan of the Ministry of Public Security. In the report submitted by the undercover, Gin's danger and suspicion are clearly evident. It is really hard to imagine that the top executives of this black-clothed organization will really show up.
——Thinking about it in another way, this result is also reasonable.
The corner of the traitor's mouth is not concealed. It is not surprising that given his position, the convenience he can provide to the black organization, how much courtesy and attention he receives, so he who didn't want to contact these people in person, in order to show sincerity, also Came with a prepared "gift".
Although Gin hasn't looked at it since he showed up, he just ordered a glass of whiskey which is not expensive...
Taking into account the man's reputation, the traitor restrained his dissatisfaction and arrogance a little, and waited peacefully.
The silver-haired man finally picked up the glass of wine.
The slightly melted ice ball swayed with the wine and hit the inner wall of the glass with a crisp sound.
He only took a sip before putting down the glass of whiskey that he rarely drank normally.
"your things."
"Cough, um, of course I brought it." The traitor frowned again at the man's defiant attitude, but at this level, he could still bear it.
He took out a memory card he carried with him, pressed it on the bar, and pushed it in the direction where Gin was sitting.
Gin pinched the memory card, his cold eyes rested on it for a while, but he didn't speak.
The traitor understood what he meant, and cursed secretly in his heart, but with an expression on his face that seemed to tantalize his appetite: "My sincerity is very high. You will definitely like the first gift I prepared carefully."
Gin remained expressionless, and only let out a harsh, disdainful sneer.
The preview of the "gift" was given during the initial trial, and of course Gin knew what it was.
Undercover information sent by the Public Security Department of the Metropolitan Police Department.
According to the traitor, that undercover mouse had already infiltrated an extremely important organization within the Black Organization, and it was a perfect fit as a gift of surrender.
"I've heard that—you really hate undercover agents." The traitor said deliberately, implying that he had learned a lot of information from his subordinates' reports, so he deliberately followed suit.
"Indeed." Gin said hoarsely, without checking again, he readily put the memory card in front of himself.
This move was seen by the traitor, and he felt relieved when he vaguely mentioned it, and suddenly became more natural and relieved.
Even the extremely hard-to-please Gin mentioned in the report, as long as the right "gift" is given, he can always be kind.
The traitor has already begun to imagine how much wealth he can get after cooperating with the black organization. He has shown his sincerity. Now it depends on the sincerity of these gutter rats and how much they can exchange with him.
"The undercover agent who lurked into your organization's research institute, his real name is Yuan Qianmu, and the pseudonym you know should be Alfonso Ketor. His code name in your organization is Glendronach... eh?"
The traitor paused, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, without reacting, his eyes subconsciously fell on the glass of whiskey in Gin's hand.
Even, Glendronach?
"This gift is very good, I am very satisfied."
As Gin said, he showed his unsparing "sincerity".
The traitor couldn't react at all, so he was shot through his brain by a bullet, and the last expression he left in the world was a mixture of panic and confusion.
His doubts, even in hell, no one can explain to him clearly.
Gin didn't look at the corpse that was limp from the side of the seat, and broke off the memory card he received.
He tossed the two wreckage halves into the glass that had only been touched once.
The man picked up the wine glass again, and the green eyes stared at the broken metal soaked in the wine. After confirming that its performance was completely useless, the corners of his cold mouth finally pulled out a little, and after drinking the rest of the wine, there was no Dispose of used glasses and ice cubes.
Just when the finishing touches were over and they were about to leave, that person's mail arrived.
[Gin, are you free?I want to see you. 】