Ke Xue: Ai-chan and I have an agreement

In the western suburbs outside Moscow, there is a very large private estate.

The estate is located in a picturesque suburb, surrounded by lush forests and tranquil lakes, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

The interior architecture of the manor is unique and full of historical and cultural heritage. Every detail reflects the owner's pursuit of quality of life.

In the luxurious and elegant study of this private manor, a white-haired, kind-faced old man is leisurely lying on a recliner with his eyes closed.

He was wearing a loose robe and a pair of comfortable slippers, and he looked particularly relaxed.

Just as the old man was immersed in his light sleep, a slight knock on the door broke the silence.

The old man frowned slightly and opened his eyes with some dissatisfaction.

He responded in a hoarse voice, "Come in."

As he finished speaking, the door of the study slowly opened, and an Asian man wearing rimless glasses walked in holding a black folder.

The man was tall and slender with a stern face, revealing an indescribable temperament.

The man came to a position one meter away from the old man and stood still, then respectfully reported to the old man, "Master, the last batch of subjects have been processed."

Hearing this, the old man's face did not show much expression change, but just asked lightly, "Really? Then what is the result of this experiment?"

The man opened the folder in his hand, took a careful look at the information inside, and then read out the data results given by the research team in a low and clear voice.

"The results of this test are 703 people in total, of which 423 died, 279 were disabled and awaiting treatment, and only one person was successfully vaccinated."

"Successfully vaccinated. Personal information: Test number Z504, Haru Witt, male, 29 years old, no family relationship, irritable personality, with a certain tendency to violence."

The man's voice was emotionless, as if he was just stating a fact.

"The research team recommends that it should not be incorporated into the operations department." He continued, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

After saying that, he walked forward, handed the documents in his hand to the old man, and then returned to his previous position.

The old man sat in the chair, frowned slightly, and thought about this question.

His eyes moved away from the man and fell on the documents in his hand.

"So what do you mean?" The old man raised his head and looked at the man with a hint of inquiry in his tone.

The man stood there expressionlessly, showing no intention of backing down.

He calmly replied, "My Lord, I think that Haru Witt can be transferred to Japan."

"We've been losing a lot in that little place lately, and we need some fresh blood to shake things up."

"And recently we received news from Siberia that our elite team was completely wiped out."

The old man listened quietly without interrupting the man.

He knew that although the man in front of him was young, he had keen insight and decisive decision-making ability.

"The snake hiding in the shadows is beginning to stir. I think it's time to establish contact with that adult," the man continued, his tone firm and confident.

The old man looked at him deeply and secretly praised him in his heart.

This young man not only has the courage to put forward his own opinions, but also can analyze the most advantageous options under the current situation.

After a long while, the old man finally said, "Then let's do as you say. However, you need to pay more attention to the research on Plan Z."

The man nodded, indicating that he understood. Then the old man asked, "By the way, how is the recovery of the first batch of experimental subjects going?"

A trace of helplessness flashed in the man's eyes. "Reporting to the superior, most of the test subjects have been recovered, but there are still some missing. We are doing our best to find their traces."

"Someone must be interfering. It may be related to the defected test subject."

The old man frowned slightly, he knew what this meant.

Those missing subjects may cause unexpected trouble.

Moreover, the man who defected… The old man sighed slightly.

"Continue to intensify the search and make sure all test subjects are recovered." The old man said seriously.

The man responded respectfully, "Understood!" and then turned and left the room.

At the same time, in an underground bar in the center of Moscow, the music was deafening and men and women in the middle of the dance floor were frantically releasing their hormones.

In this fog of decadence and debauchery.

Outside a strictly guarded reception room.

A blindfolded man was escorted to the door by several fully armed men.

After confirming the other party's identity, the guard at the door let him in.

Entering the room, it is a house with very simple decoration.

It is hard to imagine a boss who opened a popular bar in the city center of the Russian capital, where every inch of land is valuable, and whose daily turnover can reach 100,000 US dollars.

The place where we stayed was so simple.

Only when the man was brought to the sofa by the armed guards were the unsightly black cloth removed.

When the man first came into contact with the light, he was a little uncomfortable and stretched out his hand to block the light source. It took a long time for his eyes to adjust.

He rubbed his eyes and finally saw the surroundings clearly.

This is a small room of about 20 square meters, with nothing else except a coffee table and a few sofas.

On the sofa opposite him sat a man in a black suit.

The man looked to be in his thirties, with a handsome face and eyes as sharp as an eagle, making people dare not look directly at him.

He was holding a document in his hand and was looking at it seriously, and seemed to have not noticed his arrival at all.

The man took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He knew who this man was and what this meeting meant.

He secretly clenched his fists and told himself to stay calm.

The man finally raised his head and glanced at the man.

His eyes were cold and distant, as if he was looking at a stranger.

"Please sit down." He said lightly, his voice low and magnetic.

The man nodded and carefully sat down on the sofa opposite the man.

He looked at the man nervously, waiting for him to speak.

The man was silent for a moment, then slowly put down the documents in his hand.

His gaze fell on the man again, and a barely perceptible light flashed in his eyes.

"Are you the one who saw the 鸩鸟?" he asked, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

The man nodded quickly, "Yes, I...I am."

The man frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with his answer.

"What is your purpose here?" he asked, his voice as cold as the Siberian wind.

The man's heart tightened, but he still answered with courage, "I...I want to discuss a business with you."

The man turned and stared at him for a moment.

Then he suddenly laughed, his laughter full of sarcasm and disdain.

"Business? What qualifications do you have to talk business with me?" he sneered.

The man's face turned pale and he lowered his head, not knowing how to respond.

The man walked up to him and looked down at him.

"What benefit do you think you can bring to me?" he asked, his tone full of oppression.

The man gritted his teeth, looked up at the man, a determined gleam in his eyes.

"There's no use in threatening me, Mr. Peregrine. I'm here to sort things out," he said, his voice trembling but full of confidence.

The man raised his eyebrows, seeming to be somewhat interested in what he said.

"Oh? Tell me about it," he said, sitting back on the couch and crossing his arms over his chest.

The man took a deep breath and began to share his intelligence with the man.

After hearing the names of the two people, the 鸩鸟 and the 枭.

There was a slight fluctuation on Peregrine Falcon's calm face.

It was unknown how long it took, but Peregrine Falcon finally reached some kind of cooperation with the man.

It was not difficult to tell from the other party's happy expression when he left that he was also very satisfied with the reward proposed by Peregrine Falcon.

But not long after he left, Peregrine dialed a number.

"My Lord, I think our plan can be deployed in advance."

"Okay... I understand."

After hanging up the phone, a strange smile appeared on Peregrine's lips.