Sorry, my GIN is also undercover

Before Gin went to meet the gentleman, Belmode was the first to meet the uninvited guests.

The blond girl stood in the computer room of the mezzanine space of the building, looking at the people coming in the passage.

The noisy unfamiliar faces surprised her.

Obviously, the appearance of these middle school students was beyond her expectation.

She thought it would be a member of the organization who was hiding deep in the organization, who would show her true colors on the eve of the final battle, have a frank talk with her, or fight.

As for the candidate, she actually had some guesses.

The unplanned situation was not enough to make the Witch with Thousand Faces look strange.

She raised her eyebrows preemptively and asked, "Who are you?"

The sudden sound in the empty room made the brown-haired young man in the front jump up like a rabbit, maybe it was the kind whose tail would explode.

It's not like someone who would take part in such a dangerous situation.

Still just a bunch of students.

Belmode rubbed his chin with great interest.

The young man's frightened hair was only a momentary thing. He quickly met the eyes of the person who spoke just now, his expression became serious, and his whole body posture was full of vigilance.

"It's kind of interesting, it looks decent."

"It's a pity that the rabbit's tail was exposed earlier."

Kokichi Sawada?

I have no idea what she's talking about.

"Won't Gin come by himself?" the woman asked casually.

"Mr. Kurosawa? His whereabouts have nothing to do with you, right?"

Hearing the other party's answer, Belmode was stunned for a moment, then bent down suddenly, and laughed loudly regardless.

"It's really gin..."

She wasn't sure who the person who betrayed the organization was, but she locked Gin, Chartrell, and Rum through Green's performance.

Don't look at Green who is usually amiable and just wants to lie flat, but he also has arrogance in his heart.

It is possible that those who can make him move are no more than those few people.

But after she came up with the range of suspects to choose from three, she rarely entered a state of self-doubt.

After all, the TopKiller responsible for chasing down traitors, the egotistical lunatic who delights the prisoner, and the organization's second-in-command who manages the lifeline of intelligence, no matter which one of them is an undercover agent or a traitor, she will feel that she is dreaming.

Just now she was just trying to deceive the young man in front of her, and she chose the name of Gin just out of her own bad taste.

Who knew that there was really a jaw-dropping truth revealed.

"I thought it was Chartrell who was the most suspected."

The woman calmed down and muttered to herself in a low voice.

"That's right, if it was him, he would probably have come here by himself."

These words fell into the ears of the nearest brown-haired boy verbatim.

"The Chartrell you're talking about... Is it a tall man in a trench coat? And hard-soled boots that make a lot of noise when he walks?"

"Huh? Have you seen him?"

Belmode raised his head suspiciously, facing a pair of clear eyes.

What happened in this mezzanine space is actually very simple to say.

Sawada Tsunayoshi and others who came after receiving the gin message, after avoiding the police, met Chartler who was guided by Green in the building, and a confrontation took place between the two sides.

Of course, this lunatic Chartrell provoked it on his own initiative.

In the end, he was the one who was injured the most.

The teenagers who won did not kill.

Peng Gelie and his team, who were determined to win the simulation program in the computer room, chose to continue in-depth.

And Chartler didn't care what important secrets were hidden here, but he took the initiative to get out of the way.

"This is the priority of the winner," said the man.

"However, I hope you can still keep some fun for me."

After relaying the other party's original words to Belmode, Sawada Tsunayoshi stretched out his index finger and scratched his face.

"So, I'm afraid he's still outside."

"It doesn't matter." Belmode spread his hands, "What we want to solve is the current problem."

"When you come here this time, do you want to choose to fight directly, or are you willing to talk?"

The blonde's eyes became sharp and serious.

Belmode may be loyal to that gentleman, but he is not necessarily loyal to the organization, nor does he necessarily agree with that gentleman's plan, and even that point of loyalty has to be questioned.

Her feelings for that gentleman are very complicated, which cannot be summed up in the simple word of loyalty.

Who can really understand the heart of the mystic?

She can carry out any bloody and evil tasks for the development and survival of the organization, but she expects to see the organization's disintegration more than anyone else;

She accompanied that gentleman for a long time, running around for his ideal.

But he sneered at his colleagues who really wanted to realize this ideal, and he knew better than anyone that this plan was just a vain castle in the air...

It is difficult for an extremely contradictory woman to say clearly what she really wants.

Perhaps, when she was given a longer life and youth than ordinary people by that gentleman, she was simultaneously put on the shackles of the curse.

Until now, she also began to dislike this long life.

And today, it's time for that gentleman to wake up from his dream.

Belmode weighed the power balance between the organization and the enemy in his mind, and after confirming this, he raised his hands.

"I want to make a deal with you."

"Tack, tick, tick..."

The sound of sharp heels stepping on the ground resounded in the empty building.

Due to the police's recent visit, the whole building is not very popular.

Chartler, who was the loser, sat on the ground bored, waiting for the start of the next game.

Hearing the obvious footsteps, he cheered up and looked around.

"Bermod, are you next?"

"No..." The blond girl who couldn't see any emotion denied it, "Charterer, I know there is a place that is more suitable for you."

"That's the lively center."

"Gin is waiting for you there."

She whispered where the gentleman was.

She knew that Chartres would not ask why, nor would she ask herself why she did this.

So she watched the tall man go away for the last time.

Belmode agreed to hand over everything in the computer room to Pengel and others.

In exchange, she asked the other party to let her go, and to destroy all other materials related to the reverse flow plan in the organization.

Especially those studies that have been done on subjects such as immortality and resurrection.

She doesn't want anyone to have access to these materials.

Even the red side is the same.

No one knows better than her that once these materials are released, they will be like Pandora's box.Before the last hope comes, all it can bring is a catastrophe.

And human beings are often dominated by desires.

But they don't understand that eternal life is also a curse.

Only when all these are completely eliminated in the world, can the shackles that bind her be gradually dissolved and dissipated.

What happened in this building is still unknown, but the pace of the organization's demise will not stop.

With a serious face, Gin strode after the gentleman into the secret passage.

He had observed it before entering the annex, and even if there was a secret passage, it was not easy to escape around here.

After all, this is not a crowded area.

Then, that gentleman chose to run into the secret passage, probably because there is something in the secret passage itself that can deal with his cards.

After figuring this out, although Gin didn't slow down his speed, he once again increased the vigilance value of his whole body by a few percentage points.

After avoiding several traps on the way, he entered a room similar to a laboratory.

The light inside is very dark, and there are faint red lights everywhere.

In the middle of the room are placed irregularly a number of glass jars, and there are human-shaped objects floating in them.Next to the wall is a layer of shelves, which are filled with various utensils.

Mechanical equipment and cables of various colors are scattered all over the place, and it is difficult to find a place to step down.

Gin walked lightly after entering this room.

It's not that this laboratory, which looks like a standard configuration for a mad scientist, makes people feel uncomfortable, but it's too quiet in here.

He came here following the traces of that gentleman, and he was very confident that he would not lose track of his target.

And the lab doesn't look like it has another exit.

In other words, the BOSS is very likely to be hidden in it.

And got what he wanted.

Gin's eyes fell on the partition in the middle of the left wall, on which a small glass tube was placed.

While he was staring, an indistinct drop of liquid slowly slipped down from the mouth of the tube.

At this moment, a bullet flew towards him suddenly.

After he avoided it, he took advantage of the opportunity to penetrate the culture tank behind him.The glass shattered to the ground, and a liquid of unknown composition flowed out.

Mr. Killer's reaction was not unpleasant, and he locked the opponent's position almost in the next second.

He raised his gun and asked the person hiding in the shadows, "Did you try it just now?"

"Can your plan be successfully launched?"

These words seemed to have poked the gentleman's lung tube, his breathing became heavy, he gritted his teeth and whispered Belmode's name.

He did think that Belmode would die or turn his back on him.But he didn't expect that this woman did such a great job, destroying the source program that controls the operation of the system in the entire computer room.

Of course, he wouldn't know that Belmode had already handed over the hard drive loaded with key information to someone else.

But it doesn't matter, half of his plan is in his hands at the moment.

As if guessing what the old man was thinking, Gin then said, "According to my observation, the thing in the glass tube on the shelf next to it just disappeared."

"Did you drink it? What was that?"

The gentleman did not answer, but said in an excited tone: "I have succeeded."

"I will be immortal."

"Gin, you can't kill me now."

A figure flitted out with a posture that didn't fit the old man at all. Visible to the naked eye, the strength of his swing also became extraordinary.

While parrying, Qin Jiu sneered at the gentleman and said: "What you are after is not such a boring thing."

"Rejuvenate? Or strengthen physical fitness?"

"If that's the case, I suggest you go directly to a fitness class for the elderly."

Facing the long-haired man's ridicule, the gentleman didn't take it seriously: "Of course it's more than that, this is just some incidental remuneration."

"Even if you kill me, I will recover again."

"My spirit and soul will never dissipate."

Qin Jiu grasped the opponent's powerful punch from his side, took advantage of the momentum, swept his left leg across, and punched the opponent's chest and abdomen with his other hand.

Gin, who overwhelmed the other party with his skills alone, did not stop his sarcasm.

"I was wrong. What you need is not to enroll in a fitness class for the elderly, but to take a philosophy class."

"What do you think of materialism?"

"Hmph..." The gentleman chuckled twice, "Gin, you shouldn't ignore my butler."

"After all, the things you brought fulfilled my last wish."

Gin was silent for a while.

Although the hands did not stop, there was a bit of slow hesitation in the words.

"Is there a possibility, that is to say, BOSS, you should not easily trust what the enemy brings."

"Even if it's something you snatched as bait."

The gentleman who understood the meaning of the long-haired man's words couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Impossible, I haven't checked."

"The texture and sealing method of the iron box came from the research institute, and the medicine inside was also briefly tested before I took it."

"Ensuring that there is no room for manipulation."

"You also said that it is a simple test."

"Perhaps what you want is the capsule that is close to the finished product."

But what he brought with him was a special small iron box privately given to him by a research department head who could misunderstand three years ago.

It wasn't the Silver Bullet imitation drug that gentleman wanted either.It is an incomplete version of aptx-4869 by Miyano Shiho.

Three years ago, what he administered to Scotland was the medicine in this iron box.

"This, it may even have expired."

The man's calm voice sounded out.

The starting point for the drug that BOSS needs is the same as that of aptx-4869, so there will naturally be similarities.Under the time-pressed inspection, it is difficult to detect the difference.

"But it still worked," said the gentleman in a low voice.

"Not necessarily, although I don't understand medicine..."

Just in the middle of Gin's speech, he saw that the BOSS who had become in excellent condition after taking medicine and drinking an unknown liquid suddenly stopped.

In the next second, the gentleman grabbed his throat with his backhand, and let out a hoarse mourning sound.

His expression gradually became painful, and the flesh on his face changed from tighter than ordinary people of the same age to wrinkled like dead tree bark, but quickly returned to its original shape.

And this is not the end, the old man's skin seems to be switching between two different masks.

The bones on his body also seemed to be hedged, as if two forces were fighting for control.One is growth and the other is contraction.

The mourning sound gradually became hoarse, like the last roar of a wild animal before dying, not like a human voice.

In the end, as if the body couldn't bear the force of the hedge, the body burst from below.

Although it stopped halfway, the opponent's lower body had already turned into a puddle of solid-liquid mixture, and his face was completely invisible, with small dots like bubbles constantly popping out.

Even Gin, faced with this extremely depressing scene, also got stuck.

After that, I added the second half of the sentence that I couldn't finish just now: "Maybe it's a flashback."

The long-haired man looked at the empty glass tube again, and commented regretfully: "If you don't drink this, there may be a very small chance that you can relive your old school days."

"Even if you can't live forever and become immortal, at least you can rejuvenate your old age. But now you..."

He looked at this old man who was committed to pursuing spiritual immortality, and the body of the other party was constantly dissolving in extreme pain.

The part that can no longer be named was mixed with the liquid that had previously spilled from the cultivation tank.

Gin's eyebrows twitched, and he had a bad feeling.

Especially the old man, who realized that he was about to die, held onto him tightly and refused to let go.

It's like... wanting to die together.

In times of crisis, the killer's decision has always been decisive.

He took out his pistol and pulled the trigger again at the boss who was sure to die.

This time, it was to get rid of the other party's entanglement.

Before Gin left, he glanced at the puddle of liquid that had completely melted into one body, and rushed towards the exit without looking back.

Outside the annex at this moment, people with police gradually gathered.

In the shade of a hidden tree in the distance, a gentle young man like a college student was about to leave, but was stopped by a female voice.

"Where are your glasses?"

The young man, that is, Green, followed the sound and saw a slender blonde with a helmet on whose face could not be seen clearly, sitting on a Harley.

But Green knew exactly who she was.

So he smiled kindly: "Throw it away."

"Throw it in a place where you can watch the fireworks up close."

"Are you so sure about the final outcome?"

"Isn't that why you came here?"

Green didn't object.

At this time, there was a sky-shattering explosion sound from the annex not far away, one after another, extremely violent fireworks shot up into the sky, as if engulfed in an aura that was about to burn everything.

"Look, I said it."

"It will be the most splendid fireworks."

Green looked away from the direction of the other building, and wanted to talk to the person behind him again, but found that the woman had disappeared.

He didn't take it seriously, but said softly: "See you by fate."

The blond girl riding a Harley did not leave the scene immediately, but circled around the perimeter of the annex at high speed.

Then, as if saying goodbye to someone, he blew a kiss into the flames.

"See you again, Boss..."

In the vicinity of the annex, the police officers who arrived first were busy running around because of the sudden explosion and fire, constantly conducting command and dispatch.

No one noticed that a man in black quietly walked out of the flames, his silver hair flying.

He avoided everyone's sight, walked against the flow of people, and soon disappeared in this piece of wild grass.