After COS real people crossed, they tried to cover their vests to save their lives

Four in the morning.

In the end, I squinted for an hour under the supervision of the system, and the agreed departure time was about to arrive. The real person didn't hesitate at all, and consciously got up and went to work.

It was too much torment to not be able to sleep without the internet. Before going out, he quietly glanced at his phone again, which was still equivalent to turning off the internet in airplane mode.

"..."

The system may still be out of gas.

He didn't want to seek excitement to fish in front of Gin, but Zhenren just felt that he needed to know about his opponent's situation. While driving to the stronghold to meet up, he coughed twice to make his tone seem to be talking about business.

"Gojo Satoru, what's going on now?"

A low-frequency electronic sound flashed through his mind, as if it were an illusion.

The real person seemed to see the system falsely glancing at him, and then looked away with disgust.

[Don't worry, Gojo Satoru is also on a business trip after receiving an urgent mission.He hasn't been online since then, and your level is still higher. ]

The real person who was exposed said awkwardly: "I'm not someone who can compete in this area..."

In the background, the system watched his brain begin to secrete dopamine, who felt straight.

Obviously naively complacent about it.

There were almost no cars on the road at this time, and the road was unimpeded, and the speed soared to 180 miles.

About half a quarter of an hour later, it slowed down and drove into the stronghold of the private research institute hidden by the black organization. The car stopped under the stairs at the gate without making any harsh noise, and showed off a wave of driving skills by the way.

The real person gets out of the car and stands by the door, and now he can confidently let the system unblock the signal.

Send a message to Gin to tell him that he has arrived and is ready to go anytime.

I didn't receive other instructions, so I waited in the night before dawn.

During this period, a haggard-faced researcher in a white coat came out in a hurry. It seemed that he hadn't slept all night and didn't even have time to change his clothes. He didn't even pay attention to others.

Behind the researcher, there was another person ahead.

The real person felt a little strange, turned his head and glanced at the researcher with only the tails of his eyes, saw that the researcher was holding a pass in his hand, trotted across the square and had a brief chat with the guard before being taken away.

It should be very difficult for these "scientific research resources" recruited by the organization to be placed under house arrest in the laboratory, let alone the curfew time.

"Treau."

The strange silver-haired woman came over and stopped three steps away, as if deliberately keeping a distance.

Although he doesn't know his face, this style is definitely Belmode.

Not long after knowing that the system had threatened her with Conan, Zhenren was very satisfied with the current polite social distance. The facial paralysis mode was activated when he entered the stronghold, and the blue-haired young man's chin was slightly closed.

A nod was counted as a greeting.

At this time, the system suddenly said: [If you encounter something unclear, just smile if you don’t want to talk. ]

The real person is full of doubts about why, [Can the facial paralysis program laugh? ]

[It's still possible to pull the corners of your mouth. ]

[This is very strange...]

[What I want is the effect of smiling but not laughing. ]

[…] How do you threaten me? Why does it feel wrong?

"The researcher just now is the only insider other than me. Now there is an important research topic that needs to be completed by him, and we can't get rid of it for the time being..."

Belmode explained with his mouth, while slowly observing Makoto Ito's expression, he still couldn't see anything.

In the more than an hour before Ito Makoto arrived here, she successively cleaned up the biological evidence she collected and the mobile phone whose silent mode was turned off for some reason, suspecting that her device had been tampered with and her actions were monitored.

The treatment of that researcher was considered a trial.

Suddenly, the corners of the young man's mouth slowly curled up.

The cold light in the room fell unevenly on his face, creating multiple shadows, which looked strange and unpredictable.

Makoto Ito is smiling, this smile is not standard, it seems to be imitating the expression of human emotions, but it can't grasp the essence and looks nondescript.

Her plan seemed to have nowhere to hide.

Turning his eyes back, Belmode, who was pinched by his weakness, showed a cooperative gesture: "Is there anything else you want me to do?"

After asking, seeing Makoto Ito behind him, he was inexplicably relieved.

"Absinthe, are you here too?"

Then Amuro Toru's voice sounded not far away.

The real person, who had noticed the green dot on the map approaching for a long time and felt a surge of security, let go of his tense facial muscles and turned around, making eye contact with his undercover colleague, but nodded calmly on the surface.

Amuro's perspective line turned around in the strange atmosphere of the two people, and settled on the other person to give Sanada Hato an insight: "Still investigating Cointreau, Belmode, are you questioning Gin like that?"

Unexpectedly, Belmode paused before speaking again.

And he backed away from the sharp edge: "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

After all, it was as if he was just a little tired and out of shape just now, and he immediately restored his previous aura, his acting skills were very good, and he justified his abnormality with a few words, and called Toru Amuro to deal with the troublesome incident.

Toru Amuro readily agreed, and passed by Makoto Ito.

After walking away, he looked back.

If you read correctly, Belmode seemed to be at a disadvantage when facing the blue-haired young man standing beside the black car just now, "Absinthe, what did you say to Cointreau just now?"

Belmode didn't answer directly: "Who do you think he is?"

Anshi Toru's eyes darkened, and he said with a smile, "It was only the second time I met him just now, you should be more clear about your persistent investigation for so long."

"No...Gin probably didn't understand either."

Belmode's expression was stiff, and his voice softened: "That person is more terrifying than Gin...even that lord."

And the biggest unknown that causes fear is—there is no way to know where it came from and what purpose it has.

First exclude the undercover police from various countries.The achievements in the organization are obvious to all, and it is impossible for people who are favored by Gin to pass the police examination. Combined with Cointreau's abnormal mental state, it is more likely that the underground research institute or mental hospital will escape.

A madman with high IQ who is not restrained and powerful is the worst opponent.

The silver-haired woman lowered her eyes and smiled, but she didn't say jokingly: "Being an enemy of him is absolutely wrong."

Toru Amuro: "..."

In the underground parking lot, Toru Amuro fastened his seat belt and was so shocked that he almost shifted to the wrong gear.

What did Hatomi Sanada do, the absinthe reaction?

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The real person's gin arrived soon, followed by vodka who wore sunglasses before dawn and wondered if he could see the road clearly.

"Send the experiment report to the boss."

"yes, Sir!"

After Gin gave his orders, he got into the back of the car that Ito Makoto had pulled for him.

Looking in the rearview mirror, the third leader of the organization folded his arms and closed his eyes to rest his mind. The real person clicked F to enter the driving mode, and the vehicle drove out of the research institute smoothly and quickly onto the empty and wide road.

Yokohama is an international port city, just next door to Tokyo, only half an hour's drive away.

Flocks of seabirds flew over the sea, and long, continuous white smoke rose from the chimneys.

At the pier in the bright sky, the horns of large cargo ships sounded from time to time, kicking off the prelude to the day.

The real person presses [W] and passes by rows of containers. The map shows that there are many gray dots gathered in front of them. They are obviously not the dock staff, but the port Mafia members who are here to wait for them.

Immediately, the naked eye can see the dark shadows on the road ahead.

Glancing at the rearview mirror again, Gin opened his eyes for some reason, staring ahead from under the shadow of the brim of his hat.

The car stopped ten meters away, and the two got out of the car one after another.

The real person walked half a step behind Gin towards the people of the port mafia, and recognized that the leader on the opposite side was the shorty Chufa who was guarding the control room door of the last cruise ship.

When I got closer, I saw that it was even smaller, especially those two legs and waist, which could be called delicate.

Nakahara was also keenly aware that there was a gaze passing over him, and he stayed on the top of his head for a while. The anger of being lured away by Osamu Dazai not long ago and causing the theft of important items suddenly ignited, and he raised the brim of his hat and stared fiercely at the past.

Rolling his eyes to the blue hair, he mocked: "Is there no one in your black organization, only two?"

Gin ignored his provocative method: "Don't waste your time here, I'm here to speak to your leader on behalf of the boss."

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted, the hem of the black windbreaker drew an arc across the road, turned around and walked through the passage that his subordinates felt that Moses had divided into the Red Sea, and followed in a cold voice.

The pier is right next to the port landmark.

The leader of the port Mafia was waiting for them in the leader's office on the top floor of the base camp, and took the glass elevator that went straight to the top floor. The real person looked at the scenery outside silently, and could feel that someone was looking at him unkindly.

I don't know where I offended him. On the way, the cadre named Nakahara Chuya who introduced himself on the road seemed to be very hostile to him.

Looking at the ever-shrinking streets, he couldn't help asking, [Which one is richer, the Black Organization or Port Mafia? ]

The system's rough statistics give the answer: [The total assets of the organization in black are even larger. ]

[Why do I feel a little unreal? ]

Thinking of the ever-expanding numbers in his bank card, Zhenren thought it was because the winery was too low-key. Seeing that the port mafia could build a base into a scenic spot, he thought it was very powerful and the whole of Yokohama was under its control.

The system understood his confusion, and explained: [The Port Mafia has a license to operate with special abilities, so it is considered a legal enterprise. ]

[So that's how it is... that's great. ]

Organized and disciplined, certainly not as many traitors as the winery.

It must feel good to work in such a secure place, but I don’t know how the boss is——

The corridor on the top floor was covered with long-haired carpets, and at the end of the door were two men in black suits who resisted submachine guns. They saluted Nakahara Nakaya, who led the way, and pushed open the heavy red-painted French door.

After the sound insulation was disconnected, the cheerful laughter of a young girl who succeeded in a prank came from inside immediately.

Through the gradually widening gap in the door, the real man saw clearly that there was an uncle chasing a naked|naked young girl in the office.

"..."

The real person closed his eyes in pain, and the psychological shadow area of ​​the opposite sex and love increased again.

[The system calls the police! ]

[Screenshot my memory screen to keep proof! ]

[Then delete this memory from my mind completely! ]

The system didn't know how to comfort him: [The one you want to call the police is the one who will be negotiated next. ]

The real person choked up: [Then I will call the police anonymously after I leave Yokohama safely, and delete the memory first! ]

[......]

"I'm really sorry...you guys arrived sooner than expected."

The blond-haired loli finally changed into a skirt reluctantly, and the port mafia leader Mori Ogai straightened the folds of his clothes a little, stepped over the messy fabric on the floor, and walked around behind the central mahogany table.

Immediately, some subordinates received the cue to enter the room and quickly cleaned up the mess.

Mori Ogai sat on the black leather office chair, ended the farce and resumed his majestic posture as the leader, put his elbows on the table, folded his hands and propped his chin with a smile and said, "Please sit down, guests from the black organization."

"Well, leader."

Zhong Yuanzhong also coughed heavily to remind him.

Mori Ogai looked over with tolerance: "Huh? Chuya-kun, do you have any questions?"

Zhong Yuan Zhong also twitched at the corner of his mouth, and slowly raised his finger to point to the top of his head.

Mori Ogai was slightly stunned, followed his movements and stroked his own head, touched a hairpin with a bow that he was familiar with, and looked at his akimbo proud humanoid ability with some surprise.

He pushed the hairpin aside and signaled his subordinates to take the girl out.

Looking at Gin and Daoist again: "Let's settle these recent accounts."