"Well, there is actually a lot of money in the organization, richer than the Suzuki Foundation."
Midorikawa Hikaru deliberately emphasized the emphasis on the word "money", and as expected, Mochizuki became energetic.
"Are they also interested in the projects I'm currently working on?"
Mochizuki sat up straight. Money didn't matter. After all, there were still six or seven years. The key was to build the dojo.
In the past, she thought things were a bit too simple, but now think about it, she is so intimidating by herself. If a more powerful existence is created, how can those responsible for national security sit still?
However, everything is possible, and this octopus incident can be regarded as a wake-up call to those people, and their suspicion of Mochizuki is obviously much less.
But in contrast, decisions related to her are involving higher and higher levels. Those above her will investigate every small move for a long time. Once she makes a big move, those people will definitely not understand the situation. We will do our best to stop it.
"The organization is interested in everything about you, but they haven't been able to figure out your true identity, so they haven't taken any action."
Midorikawa Hikaru took out his laptop from the handbag he carried, logged into the organization's intranet, and showed her the tasks assigned by the organization regarding Mochizuki.
"What kind of wine are you?"
From afar, Wang Yue saw the ranking list of wine names on the webpage. He didn't expect that the criminal organization was so middle-class, and they were all adults, and they actually gave themselves such a weird nickname.
Moreover, the performance pressure is too high. Look at this person named Gin. She basically has to complete at least one task a day. Fortunately, she is not working there, otherwise she will definitely be fired due to low performance.
“Scotch, have you ever had this?”
Midorikawa Hikaru pointed to a name on the screen and said to Mochizuki.
The alcohol content of the whiskey is not very high. According to the boss's style, their code names should not be these. However, no one can guess that person's thoughts, but it is Officer Mochizuki. She does not have a good drinking capacity and does not know much about wine.
"So your last mission failed?"
Mochizuki rummaged through Midorikawa Hikari's computer for a while, but couldn't find any mission rewards about her, so she asked out of curiosity.
"Pisk almost died because of this incident, but unfortunately it was just a little bit close."
Midorikawa Hikaru smiled slightly. It was a pity when he thought about it. He had already paid so much, but it was ruined by Pisk.
Moreover, Gin's attitude was also very strange. When he was on the helicopter, he obviously couldn't help but want to take action, but in the end he changed his mind.
Pisk was not punished at all. Although this person had become very low-key during this period, he still couldn't figure it out.
"Hey, you are really a person. When facing me as a victim, can you have a more correct attitude?"
Mochizuki pretended to be angry and looked at Midorikawa Hikaru who showed no remorse.
"Ah, I'm really sorry. I said what was on my mind accidentally."
"Then what do you want me to do?"
Mochizuki put down the computer and looked at Midorikawa Hikaru who was sitting beside him.
This incident was a wake-up call for her. If the spiritual power stored in the identity token had not been successfully stimulated, she would have been in danger.
This seemingly peaceful world is not as safe as it appears. There is an evil force secretly invading people with weak willpower.
"I want to know the secrets of the organization. The more the better. If it can disappear in my hands, of course it would be the best."
Midorikawa Hikaru clenched his fists, with a rare hint of anger on his face. Too many people had died at the hands of the organization, forgetting those powerful ones, they were also considered the benefit recipients of this class, and some were not Not innocent.
But those civilians, who worked hard in their lives and never complained about others, were suddenly affected by some unrelated things one day. They didn't know why until they died, so they could only be treated as accidents.
Midorikawa Hikari is a public security policeman of the Metropolitan Police Department. These words could not come out of his mouth originally, but the longer he stayed in the organization.
His dislike for some of the upper echelons became more and more obvious. Which of these condescending congressmen really cared about the people, and how many of them were related to the organization, or their true identities were members of the organization.
The organization's surveillance and contact with Officer Mochizuki has stopped, but its understanding of her is becoming more and more detailed, so detailed that he even doubts whether the organization's undercover agent in the Metropolitan Police Department has directly handed over internal monitoring authority to the other party. The Metropolitan Police Department's security system is like paper in the eyes of the organization.
"First of all, let me explain that I am not interested in the grudges between you. If you want me to help you deal with the organization, that is impossible."
Mochizuki refused with a face. The ghost regulations stipulate that you cannot use your own abilities to tease humans, let alone kill people without reasonable reasons. That kind of behavior is no different from seeking death.
"I know, you just need to help me empty out the organization's money."
Midorikawa Hikaru took the computer and operated it for a while, then turned the screen to Mochizuki, which showed the organization's purchase list.
Including Mochizuki's hair, nails, blood, etc., even her thug's little skeleton is on the list, not to mention the price is quite high.
Mochizuki touched the cold hair on her arm. This criminal group seemed to want to cut her into slices for study. This was too scary.
"Leaving these things to the organization may have a bad impact, but the subsequent impact should not be big. I'll leave it to you then."
Midorikawa Hikaru directly scrolled to the end of the page. All the things Mochizuki had come up with were on it, and the demand was still very high.
"I don't have any objections to this, but I have one condition. You must find a way to get the organization to use their network to help me do something."
With the relationship between the Suzuki Consortium and this mysterious organization, Mochizuki shouldn't have much of a problem no matter how outrageous his actions are.
By then, the tasks assigned by the underworld can be completed, and life safety can be guaranteed.
"I need to build a dojo. As you can see, there are quite a lot of strange things around Tokyo. I need to increase my strength."
Mochizuki told a lot of half-truths and half-falsehoods, but the real purpose was to get a piece of land for nothing.
No matter where the land came from, as long as the dojo was built, the magic circle was built, and finally the statue of Lord Yama was placed, the credit would be hers.
"Actually, there are many dojos in Japan. As long as you explain the purpose to them, they won't embarrass you. Of course, you have to be prepared for heavy bleeding. They also know exactly how much money you have."
Midorikawa Hikaru closed the computer, took out the lunch box from the refrigerator, and said as he walked out.
"This dojo is actually an investment in the afterlife. Will people in the organization be interested in these things?"
Wang Yue had some bad taste. These people were taken to the underworld, and there would definitely be a luxurious feast waiting for them in the underworld. They might as well just die.
"I think the organization is more interested in this world. How about you tell a little lie and give it a try."
Why are there fewer and fewer people watching (＿)(＿)
(End of chapter)
