Kawakamiji seemed to be stepping on clouds.
He still dragged the black backpack out of the shadows, and his right hand, which had been reattached after being dislocated, was showing signs of pain from pulling the heavy object.
In fact, it wasn't just his right hand, Kawakami's whole body was hurting.
"What is this?" Armagnac asked hoarsely, as if he was the one whose throat had been damaged.
Kawakami didn't say anything. He slowly unzipped his backpack and took out a square black box with two buttons and a small light that flashed red.
Lord Yin Sen recognized what it was, it was——
"C4 bomb." Kawakami coughed again and smiled habitually, "Although I am going to the meeting alone, I still brought some safety measures."
"No one touches the automatic explosion within a certain period of time?" Lord Yin Sen laughed miserably, "I still can't see through you, the bomb... maybe you will die too, you lunatic."
Kashasha really doesn't intend to interrogate him, what does this guy think? Why let him go?
"You too, you undercover." Kawakami responded.
His eyes were still scarlet, and the flashing progress bar and the warning message framed by a red triangle continued to appear in his field of vision, followed by the noise in his ears, but this could no longer affect him. Kawakami Ji could hear Armania. Every word Gram said.
There are also predetermined fates, character points, [memory archives] in the system mall, 100 character points... These things were torn apart by the storm of thoughts, making him think of countless crazy plans in an instant:
For example, discussing with Armagnac and pretending that nothing happened; for example, faking his own death and hiding his name; for example, giving him a profound enough lesson and then crippling him so that he can no longer participate in this; another example is...
But Armagnac wanted to kill him.
This murderous intention was so real that it caught Kawakami even more off guard than the so-called "changing the established destiny of Yinsen Hall".
He fiddled with the black box in his hand, readjusted the time, and placed it in front of Armagnac, out of Armagnac's reach.
"I like to deal with people I know well by myself. Explosion is a good way to die for you."
Kawakami took a few steps back, staring at Armagnac without blinking.
Lord Yinsen stared at Kashasha. He knew that the matter was a foregone conclusion. Excessive blood loss made his eyesight black. His dizziness and the rotten smell lingering in his nose slipped into the sticky mud.
"If you were going to send me on my way... I didn't expect it would be you." He told his last words, thinking about how to give Kashasha a fatal blow, so that he would be so angry and painful that he would have no extra energy to review the matter. "I hope you remember that you owe me—"
"There is no objection to bringing up old scores now, Lord Yinsen." Kawakamiji interrupted Armagnac.
Lord Yin Sen didn't notice anything was wrong at first, but soon fear poured down like an erupting torrent, drowning his reason.
Lord Yinsen - Kashasha knows his real name!
"That's right, Mr. Yin Sen." Kashaxia repeated his name again, "I know your real name. I knew it two years ago. When I came back from the Middle East. I know to continue the investigation. The result won’t be what I want.”
"I'm good at whitewashing the peace, good at staying silent, and good at turning a blind eye when it doesn't affect me. It's not just you and I owe you a life, you also owe me something."
Kawakami admitted that this was his cowardice.
Kawakami doesn't hate betrayal and deception, he hates being cheated and betrayed, because the latter means his mistakes, because in most cases, he can predict and avoid betrayal and deception, and even profit from it.
And when Kawakami made a mistake, it can only mean that he was lucky. He made the wrong choice, thinking that he could have something that did not exist for a longer period of time.
"So farewell, Yinsen."
farewell.
Kashasha pursed his lips tightly. He seemed to want to say something more, but instead, he passed over the person lying on the ground like a ghost and rushed out of the warehouse door. The box placed in front of Yinsen Hall began to scream. The countdown to the bomb has begun.
At the moment of death, every minute and every second of time slows down.
The blood had soaked his clothes and merged into a layer of sewage on the ground. It was bitingly cold, so cold that Yin Sen was looking forward to the scorching flames coming soon.
Kashasha knew his real name.
Knowing that his name has disappeared into the light and been smeared beyond recognition by darkness...
And Yinghai, what will happen to Yinghai, what will happen to his daughter...
A violent explosion.
Kawakami Tsumugi left the warehouse at the last second and closed the door. The violent shock wave sent him flying up and shook him several meters away. Also blown away was the door that was pressing on him, the door of the warehouse.
The burning debris flew down, accompanied by countless dust particles traveling towards the sky. One of the debris fell on his face, burning him. Kawakami felt a heart-wrenching temperature that was unreal.
Shui Wu Lina was sitting on her knees not far away. She was very obedient and obeyed Kashasha's orders without trying to eavesdrop.
After seeing Kawakami being suppressed, she tried to stand up, but Kawakami quickly got up from the ground.
A small strand of the gray-haired young man's hair was singed.
Kawakami was blind for a few seconds, or maybe a few minutes, and [mission failure warning!] appeared in his field of vision! 】 Finally it fell silent, but there was still noise in my ears:
Ringing in the ears, a byproduct of explosions, or screams, screams of pain and despair.
It seems that the mission failed, the system of unknown origin, and the so-called mission. Kawakami thought indifferently.
Yin Sen's destiny was to be killed because his identity as an undercover agent was exposed. His destiny was that he could not change it, and that he had to watch something fall into the abyss.
Kawakami Tsumugi walked up to Reina Mizuno, stretched out his hand like a gentleman, and pulled the host up from the ground.
The latter shivered because of the pain of the wound. Her eyes were full of panic and pain, and there were other things surging under it. But before Kawakami saw clearly, Mizuno Reina closed her eyes and rubbed them with her sleeves. Rubbing, she seemed to be crying.
"K...Mr. Kashasha, Gin and the others are not here." Shuiwu Reina's voice was as gentle as ever.
"It's normal that he didn't come. I forgot to contact him." Tsumugi Kawakami put on a reassuring smile, "Sorry, I was too busy."
Mizuno Reina opened her cat eyes wide - no trace of tears could be seen at all. She looked at Kawakami Tsumugi in disbelief, as if asking him why he was so unreliable.
Kawakamiji called Gin's mobile phone number: "Hey, is this Gin?"
"What's wrong with you again?"
Gin keenly sensed that something was wrong. In the past, when Kashasha contacted him, his energy could flow through the space. It was impossible for him to be unable to hear any emotion like now.
"The CIA undercover agent who has been lurking in the organization, the biggest rat you were looking for, I found, it is Armagnac."
"Control him."
Gin reacted quickly and gave the order excitedly. He understood why Kashasha was wrong. As far as he knew, Kashasha and Armagnac had a good relationship.
"It's already dead." There was finally a smile in Kashasha's voice, "Not even the dregs are left."
After saying this, Tsumugi Kawakami hung up the communication and sent the address to Gin via email.
