Chapter 1: Don’t come over
"Don't come here! If you come here again, she will be dead!"
This is what happened in a research institute located in the suburbs.
Originally, at this point in time, I should have spent a step-by-step day eating breakfast and recording experimental data... But that obviously wasn't possible today.
The threatening voice that was yelled at the top of my lungs just now rang in my ears, and at the same time, the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against my temple.
I raised my hands in a gesture of surrender and looked at my colleagues opposite me who were wearing the same white lab coat researcher attire and stepped back in horror. At the gate, there were several bodyguards wearing black sunglasses and black suits with guns in their hands. Such people rushed in and pointed their guns at me.
...No, you are like this because you want this obviously mentally unstable kidnapper to break me, right? Is there an enemy undercover among you? !
"I said..." I maintained a posture of surrender, feeling that I couldn't rely on these unreliable subordinates to save myself, "Since you kidnapped me, you must have a demand, right?"
When he heard what I said, the kidnapper suddenly became more excited: "Shut up! You are not a good person!"
...I didn’t say I was a good person either? This answer is not what was asked.
I grimaced and decided to shut up for now. Otherwise, I feel like everything I say will irritate this guy.
By the way - who allowed this kind of person to find an opportunity to break in and get a weapon? I remember seeing this person's information before. He was a lower-level peripheral member of our organization. Because he made mistakes, he was used as a test subject... No, he has already joined our organization. Is it a bit too much to accuse others of not being good people? ah? Who else can be a good person to join this organization?
And it’s not me who came to do this experiment! I'm not the person in charge of medicine, I'm in the mechanical field! It's just because this research institute is relatively quiet that I do experiments here. I've only been here for less than a week. This is so unfair to me!
I complained internally.
On the surface, the kidnapper still listened to my reminder. He pointed the gun pointed at my head harder and said in a threatening tone: "Let these people put down their weapons and retreat! Prepare a gun for me." Car! Stop playing tricks, I heard them calling you Cocoa Wine! You are a core member with a code name!"
Well, that's right. The hierarchy of our organization can be seen from the name. The BOSS will give the core members wine code names.
It's just that this is the first time I discovered that this title can actually allow kidnappers to accurately target their targets.
Regarding this, I acted very calmly and did as the other person said. After all, my life is still in the hands of others.
"You do as he says."
The men in black hesitated for a moment, looked at each other, and then complied. Although the gun was still in their hands, the muzzle of the gun had been lowered downwards, and they gradually retreated and evacuated the room.
This move obviously made the kidnapper feel at ease. He slowly loosened his arm around my neck. He did not put down the gun, but pressed it against my back. He ordered: "You go ahead first, let them Everyone get out of the way.”
Because I was just getting ready to have breakfast, I opened the window to ventilate and enjoy the sunshine. The morning light shines through the windows in the laboratory, outlining long beams of light. I just walked slowly along this beam of light.
Some instruments in the laboratory were destroyed due to the commotion just now, but the instruments and equipment on the test bench are still intact, and the pointers quietly display their respective scales, and they still look so orderly. I took a look, recorded the experimental data I had just completed halfway through in my mind, and moved forward with steady steps.
Maybe my calmness infected the other person, and the kidnapper's originally fluctuating mood gradually calmed down. Then, he asked a question: "Why are you... so calm?"
"Because it's useless if you don't calm down, right? Then you might as well calm down, at least you can look cooler." I said, "I'm only twenty years old. It's normal for some young people to have baggage, right?"
The kidnapper didn't feel pity for me because I was too young. Instead, he had new hatred. He sneered and said: "Twenty years old...Young geniuses like you can't even understand us." Humanoid."
...No, what kind of people are you? People can't completely understand each other, let alone the big gap between us. Isn't it normal that I don't understand you?
Of course, I also know that this cannot be said. After I said it, I might confess it on the spot.
"Ah, wait a minute." I stopped when I was about to reach the door.
The other party was stunned for a moment, pointed at the gun on my back and moved closer: "Stop delaying!"
"This is not stalling for time. I suddenly thought of the answer to that question."
In the eyes of the other party, my words may have been a little confusing. He was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's the problem?"
"That's it, why am I so calm?" I maintained the surrender posture of raising my hands and looked ahead quietly, "There is one more thing."
"Huh? What..." The other party stopped abruptly before he could finish his words.
Feeling the sudden weight behind me, I immediately stepped aside and moved away. The kidnapper who had been standing just a moment ago fell forward and fell to the ground. On his left back, blood quickly smeared around the bullet hole in his heart.
"That's... I know someone will definitely come to save me in time." I said slowly, put down my hand, raised my hand to hold my glasses with my index finger, looked in the direction of the window, and couldn't help but smile.
Then, when I saw the blood spattered on the experimental table, my expression turned regretful again: "Damn it, I have to redo the experiment again...ah, can I get a new batch of machines?"
After all, it was an organizational problem that caused me to suffer this loss! This wave of funding will definitely be easy to get!
Because the kidnapper was shot in the heart by a sniper gun and died on the spot, the people who were waiting at the door rushed in immediately.
I put my hands in my coat pockets and looked at these freeloaders with a look of hatred on my face: "Clean up this place. Find out how this person got his gun and report to me."
Several people immediately agreed: "Yes!"
And I didn't leave here, but stood there and waited. Because I felt a little tired from standing, and the chair just now was dirty again, I directly found a clean spot on the table, sat on it with my hands on the tabletop, dangled my legs in boredom, and continued to wait.
After a while, two people came in.
I saw the leader with a smile on his face, jumped down from the table, trotted towards the person, spread his arms and greeted enthusiastically: "Boss Gin——! You just saved me again, right?"
The man walking in front was dressed in black, wearing a black hat, and had long straight silver hair. When I was about to touch him, he skillfully raised his hand to hold my head, as if holding a small animal, and held me in place. Pushed away some without mercy.
"Stand still." He turned his head, and his long bangs fell a little with his movement, revealing his dark green eyes. His tone was flat and emotionless, even with a sense of command, "This time What’s going on again?”
"This time it really has nothing to do with me!" I stood up straight, raised my hand, put three fingers together to make an oath, with a sincere tone, and cried out for myself, "That person is a low-level person who committed the crime before. He escaped from the drug test next door. How we came out and got the weapons is still under investigation. But it definitely has nothing to do with me! I really did it without any mistakes this time! Look at my sincere eyes!"
I said, trying to keep my eyes wide open, trying to show my innocence.
It's a pity that the other party just glanced at it and then looked away, as if he didn't want to look at it any more. The chill in his body didn't decrease even one bit, so he turned around and left: "Take care of it yourself."
On the other hand, a square-faced man wearing sunglasses who was following behind him came forward. When I showed an unhappy expression, he came over and lowered his voice and asked quietly: "Cocoa Wine, what happened this time?"
"That's what I just said." I lowered my voice and whispered back to find out the news, "Boss Gin seems to be in a hurry... Vodka, do you have a mission?"
"I had a mission to do...and then when I was walking halfway, my brother suddenly said that he was coming here, and then picked up the sniper rifle without saying a word." Vodka looked a little frightened, "I was shocked, I still I thought my eldest brother couldn’t stand you anymore and planned to assassinate you..."
...Who is this person? What hatred and resentment! I'm so cute and so funny! Shouldn't it bring a bit of color to the boring life of the gin boss? What does it mean to be intolerable? !
I decided to secretly put glue on the legs of my sunglasses with vodka tomorrow as revenge for his rude words.
Me: "How many times have I told you, I must be Boss Gin's true love."
Vodka: "..."
I wasn't happy anymore: "What's that expression on your face? Otherwise, how can you explain that every time he happens to appear when I'm in danger and save me?"
"Cocoa, just tell me." Vodka suddenly looked solemn, lowered his voice and whispered, with a hint of pleading, "I won't ask for details, let alone tell others... Brother, is he? Do you have any fatal clues?"
...for what? ! Do you look down on me so much? !
I secretly decided to switch from glue to superglue.
It doesn’t make sense to this kind of person who just doesn’t believe that the gin boss has a strange taste... ah no, just doesn’t believe in my charm. I no longer intend to continue talking to him, but after glaring at him, I walk faster. Get out there and keep up with the people in front of you.
After seeing the person, I immediately ran up to him and held his arm. When he looked over with a frown and impatiently, I replied confidently: "The laboratory is contaminated today, so we definitely can't continue to do experiments, and If you put me in this place...what if I get kidnapped again? Can you safely leave me here alone!"
It must be that my words were too convincing. After staring at me for a long time, Boss Gin withdrew his gaze and chose to compromise with a calm face: "Shut up and get in the car."
