Just like in science fiction movies, the research institute where Tsumugi Kawakami works is located underneath an unfinished building.
The structural diagram of the entire building and the underground research institute appeared in Kawakami's mind. He thought about how much C4 explosive could be used to blow it to pieces, plus how much C4 explosive could destroy the research institute underneath...
Halfway through the planning of the bombing plan, the crisp sound of shattering glass came to my ears.
"Gin," Tsumugi Kawakami couldn't help but ask, "Is the person you brought here a polio patient with hemiplegia? Can you break things by copying information?"
"Shut up, rat."
Gin's gun was placed on Kawakami's forehead, and a pair of dead fish eyes peered out from the gap between the brim of his hat and his collar.
To Kawakami Tsumugi, it looked like a clam shell with only a crack open.
Kawakami Keqiang couldn't hold back his laughter.
"Unless that gentleman personally orders it, you have no right to call me that, Gin." Kawakami smiled gently, as if he was chatting with a friend.
A strong man in black who followed Gin shrank his neck in awe. Kawakami glanced at the latter casually. He was a little tired from standing, so he hooked his feet over the office chair on the side and sat down.
Gin's hand moved downwards as he moved, and the murderous aura radiating became more and more fierce.
Tsumugi Kawakami, male, 24 years old, an ordinary drug researcher, codenamed Cachaca.
One day ago, his deputy stole important research information from the institute. Although it was discovered and processed in time, the information was still leaked to the other party's associates within the organization.
Half an hour after Kawakami's timely report, organization member Gin, a model worker responsible for dealing with traitors and undercover agents, responded.
Immediately afterwards, a gun was placed on Kawakami Tsumugi's forehead, and a group of people rushed into his research room like a storm to search.
The USB flash drive containing data is equipped with a special program. If it is not opened according to the prescribed method, it will send a location and implant a virus into the connected computer.
Fortunately, it is currently confirmed that the USB flash drive has not been opened. Judging from the time of data theft and the scope of activities of his deputy, it is very likely that the associates and USB flash drives are still within the control of the organization.
Theft of secrets is a common occurrence in corporate competition.
The poor innocent victims will most likely be punished, resign, or in the worst case, go to jail.
But Tsumugi Kawakami is different.
He works for a large criminal enterprise with deep roots, global interlocking, low-key but lawless behavior.
This company's tentacles penetrate into all walks of life. Rather than legal sanctions, it is more interested in killing traitors and silencing their entire families, or filling them with cement and sinking their bodies in Tokyo Bay.
Career Waterloo... Kawakami said with emotion.
However, he has not even been suspected of being a traitor. Is it really okay to be served with a gun by his colleagues like this?
There was another sound of breaking glass.
Kawakami closed his eyes in pain: "I have only left the action team for a year, Gin, has your style become so wild? The data theft is my responsibility, but my research results are innocent. You break a bottle here and there like this——"
"Kashasha, shut up."
Gin's finger closed on the trigger.
Okay, okay, you have a gun, sir, just shut up.
Kawakami is very sensitive to whether others are truly angry. He raised both hands and stared directly at Gin through his pair of dark eyes, trying to arouse the other person's doubtful conscience.
He believed that although Gin had a bad personality, a bad temper, and killed people without blinking an eye, he would still listen to advice from time to time. This was evident from the way he changed the name he called himself just now.
"Vodka," Gin called to his follower, "go in and take a look."
The strong man in black clothes who shivered with his neck curled up before took the order and left immediately, his burly body just showing off the momentum of running away.
Kawakami Tsumugi's laboratory has been extremely personalized. Based on research, it has the functions of experimentation, storage, rest, and running. There will never be a situation where you cannot escape due to a fire, which greatly improves safety and practicality.
——In other words, the laboratory has a complex structure, a dangerous terrain, many blind spots, and good sound insulation. There are small rooms and small rooms in the large room, and experimental equipment and colorful pharmaceuticals are placed strangely everywhere.
As a cautious and suspicious killer, facing this perfect place to set up an ambush, Gin's heart beat wildly the moment he stepped through the door, so he gave up his plan to conduct a personal search.
There were too many uncontrollable factors to coerce Kawakami Tsumugi with a gun. Gin controlled him in the main room of the research room, and a group of younger brothers rushed into each room with a single move.
For a time, Kawakamiji's research laboratory became a paradise for huskies.
Here, the title of Dog King is given to Gin, and Kawakami is bored and complains.
"Brother! Someone is dead!"
When the atmosphere was tense, Vodka, who went in to check the situation, suddenly let out a high-pitched scream.
"Hiss, Gin, you don't have martial ethics!"
Tsumugi Kawakami dodged the bullet, and he began to speak rapidly with a desire for survival: "I can explain!! I can explain! If you kill the loyalty of the organization in a sudden move like this, it will hinder the sustainable development of the organization!! "
"Ha." Gin was unmoved, a sneer emerged from the corners of his mouth, and he aimed his second shot at Kawakami's vitals, ready to go.
"Uh, brother... people, people are not dead."
Vodka's hesitant second judgment saved Kawakami.
Kawakami explained at a very fast speed:
"They probably broke my newly developed C709, a colorless, odorless, highly volatile anesthetic with a very short action time."
"Uh... the effect of this thing is quite strong." Kawakami suggested cautiously: "Well... how about we open the ventilation facilities in the laboratory first?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "pop" sound.
Vodka collapsed from the effects of the drug.
