Kawakami Tsumugi pressed the send button:
[Look back. ——cachaca】
On the side of the bustling street, a tall man in fashionable clothes with golden-brown braids turned around. Kawakami took this opportunity to go around behind him.
Immediately afterwards, a hand was placed on Rikar's shoulder, and he pulled back hard, followed by a merciless front kick towards the door.
"boom--!
! "
The braided man was thrown to the ground, smashed to pieces, while the figurine maker, Kawakami Tsumugi, crossed his arms and looked down at his prey, then stepped on Rikar's shoulder and slowly exerted his strength.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, don't, don't, don't, don't, it hurts! It hurts!"
! "
Rikar screamed miserably, and some people had begun to pay attention to what was going on here. However, violent incidents on the streets of City C were common, and everyone took a stand-by attitude.
But the gray-haired young man still felt uncomfortable being stared at by countless eyes.
He let go of his feet, grabbed Ricard's collar, and forcibly pulled the researcher, who was much taller than himself, up from the ground to his eye level.
The posture was awkward, and Ricard had to half-bend his legs.
"Compared to the bad things you do, I'm already very gentle, Ricard." Kawakami smiled and said, "Who gave you the courage to touch my things, huh?"
Rikar shrugged and raised his hands to his ears in a gesture of surrender, still chewing gum in his mouth. Then, the guy blew a bubble in front of the gray-haired young man.
"Pop", in the brief silence, the bubble was burst by the air.
A red light flashed, and the aiming point of the sniper rifle was reflected on the wall opposite Rikar, and then moved to the position of Kawakami Tsumugi's head. Kawakami Tsumugi naturally knew who would be cooperating with Rikar to snipe him - Margaret from the first branch of the country a's action team.
"Isn't it busy over there in N City? Why did Margaret come here... It's really flattering to welcome me with this formation."
Kawakamiji rolled his eyes,
"By the way, those versions of a043 were not created by you, right? This level is too embarrassing for our research team."
The gray-haired young man grabbed Rikar and slowly turned an angle to block the red light of the sniper rifle. Rikar simply stood up completely, bowed his waist slightly, and completely covered Kashasha.
"Don't be so mean. I'm a mechanical genius. I can roughly replicate your potion and that's pretty impressive."
Ricard made a face,
"Believe me, that lunatic Margaret doesn't mind exterminating relatives for justice. If you act rashly, the sniper rifle will be enough to kill us all."
"It will only be you who will die." Kawakami said coolly.
But we still have to change places to chat. Whether it is the streets with people coming and going or the wandering sniper rifles, the gray-haired young man is a little nervous. He calmly took a few steps back and ducked into a dark alley.
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Rikar followed closely behind, ran a few steps, and caught up with Kashasha:
"Okay... I can see that you are not really angry that the scrapped research manuscript was used by me. If you were really angry, you probably wouldn't show up. After all, we have done so many transactions. Now, probably Is it because the benefits are not enough?”
The researcher, who seemed to be generous, leaned into Kawakami's ear.
"We are about credibility. The Bank of Country S has a clean and trustworthy account. 40% of our profit from selling a043 has gone into this account. And it will be yours...if you are willing."
After working with the Polish Snow Tree for so long, Kawakamiji knew a lot about the market prices of underworld drugs in C City. He instinctively began to calculate how many figures the 40% profit could be.
The gray-haired young man's grip loosened slightly, and Ricard managed to free himself.
To be honest, Kawakami Tsumugi was a little moved.
In fact, when the research team was fishing, Kawakami was able to get a share of the drugs he developed, but the sales scale of the organization was only much more than what Ricard and Margaret could give him.
Although Kawakamiji could use the money at will, it was still under the nose of the organization and he was not very free to do things. The most important thing...house flowers don't have the fragrance of wild flowers.
"Talk about credibility? You are probably too bad. Tsk tsk, you took my research ideas and copied the drug like this." Kawakami mocked, "If you can get the complete version of a043, you will still find me On the head?"
Ricard laughed dryly: "How can anyone take the path of genius? It's normal that I can't do it."
It was impossible for the gray-haired young man to be pleased by such a superficial compliment, but it was undeniable that he liked Rikar a little bit - especially now that Kawakami Tsumugi's leverage in their hands was unilaterally cleared.
This is the advantage of cleaning the memory. Everything in the past can be turned over and disowned.
If you report it, you can even get some benefits from that gentleman. It can be said that the first Kashasha plants trees, and the next Kashasha enjoys the cool air... Kawakami Tsumugi's thoughts ran away involuntarily.
Of course, whether they fall out will depend on the scope of Ricard and Margaret's troubles and how generous the four-percent dividend is. In fact, exported drugs have already touched the red line of gray-haired young people.
Sure enough, the plastic collaborator who wanted to play tricks on him still had to make some repairs... Kawakamiji narrowed his eyes.
"First of all, I would like to emphasize two points. First, I did not agree to join the group. Don't even think about researching the product without permission. Second, don't think less about a043's share. This is a matter of principle. Third, Cointreau is my prey"
"Okay, I understand." Ricard said cheerfully, "Do you need help with Cointreau?"
"Need help? You need to position yourself properly, Ricard. Now that the Third Branch has attracted the organization's attention, Cointreau, your partner, will definitely be turned into an outcast by you."
The gray-haired young man looked surprised.
"So, you are the ones who need help. Isn't Margaret coming to City C this time just to wipe out the flaws? Let's guess...do I have anything to do with you?"
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After parting ways with Ricard, Tsumugi Kawakami was in a pretty good mood. On the one hand, it was because he got an account in the Bank of S., and on the other hand, it was because he got back a round - he naturally did not have the siblings and Cointreau. Evidence of a secret deal, but it’s also nice to see Rikar’s nervous expression.
In the evening, Belmode brought good news:
[The factory that produces the drug has been found. I have to say, dear, the general direction you provided is actually... quite accurate. ——vermouth]
[I have my information channels. ——cachaca】
Gee, it seems that spiders really have the talent to be search dogs. Kawakami smiled dumbly. In fact, he was not very serious about this at first. It was an accident that the spider's four-color vision worked.
[Have you made connections not long after coming to country a? It's really efficient. ——vermouth]
