Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

The boss's face looked extremely ugly. The traitor was hiding too deeply and knew too much. He couldn't sleep or eat unless he found this person.

As for those industries, they are lost if they are lost.

The organization is deeply rooted in this land, and those undercover agents will always understand that most of the people supporting the organization are official politicians and tycoons.

No one can refuse eternal youth and immortality.

As long as he is alive and the experiment is still running, the current losses will be made up soon.

"Yes, sir," Rum responded immediately.

"Don't let up on Tennessee. Vermouth, after the experiment is complete, you will personally contact Romanee-Conti to confirm his loyalty to the organization and his harmlessness. Find out if he possesses the memories of his other personalities, and if any other personalities were involved in this incident."

"Yes, please don't worry."

"Gin, I'll leave the task of finding the traitor to you. Don't let me down."

"Yes, sir."

"Rum, contact the Japanese chaebols that support us and have them resume organizing their industries as soon as possible. Send them a copy of the new product we've developed."

"Yes."

After the meeting, the boss lay in the new nursing home, looking haggard.

I hope Gin and the others can resolve this matter as soon as possible.

As for why you don’t suspect those three people?

Because they belong to a community of destiny and interests and will never betray each other.

The organization was in a state of panic, and undercover agents from all over the world fell silent after carefully cleaning up their tracks.

They watched Japan's unexpected actions with their jaws dropped in shock.

Is Japan really that powerful?

They obtained so much intelligence quietly, some of which even the undercover agents had never heard of.

Japanese spies are so terrifying.

They cast their suspicions on the top brass of the organization. Rum, gin, Vermouth, vodka, Pierce, bourbon, Camus brandy, Tennessee whiskey...

Who is the undercover agent?

First, we have to rule out the lunatic Bourbon, then rule out Tennessee who is causing trouble in the United States, and also rule out the undercover nemesis Gin, the hardworking man, and his silly follower Vodka. Vermouth, the woman who has an unclear relationship with the boss, is also unlikely to be a traitor.

Camus Brandy is busy stirring up trouble on the intranet, so the possibility is not high.

Could it be... rum?

Before that, Jiang Gu Ling predicted the development of the situation in advance, arranged the corresponding measures, and then stepped into the organization laboratory.

He lost consciousness as soon as the researcher injected him with the needle.

He was not afraid of physical pain, but mental pain——

Crouching in the system space, Rei Furuya glanced at the system flashing a red alarm:

[Maintaining the safety of the host's spiritual body——]

His spirit is also protected by the system, and the organization's methods will not have any effect.

The only downside is that it hurts.

In the cold laboratory, various experimental materials and tools are placed on the spacious and clean laboratory table. The lights are very bright and the cold light seems to have a chill that can freeze the blood. The mind is highly concentrated and there is no sleepiness at all.

In the storage rack next to it, various test tubes, beakers, specimens, etc. are neatly arranged.

On the innermost experimental table, his body was tightly bound, his wheat-colored skin was bloodless, and he looked visibly weaker.

Two electrodes were attached to both sides of his temples, leaving no gaps.

Fūya Ling frowned, it turned out to be brainwashing.

He had not been brainwashed in the comics. He smiled bitterly. It seemed that in that future, the organization had never trusted him from the beginning to the end, so they were too lazy to work on him. The intelligence he obtained undercover was probably just superficial.

But it's different now.

He has the opportunity to change his destiny and the world.

Gradually, he closed his eyes, his consciousness became drowsy, and he seemed to have a dream in a daze.

In his dream, he reached out into the void, his five fingers grasping, as if grasping the thread of fate, condensed in black and white ink, in his palm. He gathered it into a ball, scooped up the eternal flame in his chest, and ignited it into a bright star.

He held the star in his hands, as if holding the new life of the world.

As time passed, the dazed Rei Furuya was awakened from the pain by the system.

He raised his hand and looked straight at his palm. It must have been a beautiful dream.

He clenched his hands, as if he was holding something, but also empty.

[The third card draw charge ends]

[Host, please draw a card——]

Fūya Rei blinked and pretended not to see the system reminder. He did not remove the Worrier card but continued to use it.

In a life-or-death situation, he wouldn't dare draw a card.

If another damn sunny and cheerful boy comes, he might as well jump off the building!

I calculated the time and found that two days had passed, which was just right.

At midnight on the third day, Furuya Rei regained consciousness. He could clearly sense someone beside him pushing a vial of potion into his body. His eyelids were fixed shut, and he could only stare at the electronic screen in front of him.

Someone was mumbling something in his ear, and Ling Fūya felt as if his brain was stuffed into a washing machine, turning it upside down.

He retched twice, and when he noticed the researcher looking at him, he curled his lips weakly and said weakly, "I feel so uncomfortable, sir, can you let me rest for a while?"

The researcher remained unmoved, his hands moving methodically and his voice cold, as if the person in front of him was not a living person, but a tool that could be used at will.

"Be quiet, Miyano Toru."

He ordered impatiently.

The intelligence department only gave this person's basic information, code name Tennessee, former name Miyano Toru, and current name? No more?

But the Miyano family sounds familiar.

The couple who served as his assistants more than ten years ago seemed to be the Miyano family.

The researcher's emotionless eyes wavered, a hint of amusement emerging spontaneously.

He hadn't noticed anything special about this guy in the past two days, so how could he deserve the boss's personal order to brainwash him without affecting Toru Miyano's clever mind, and create a completely new personality belonging to the organization?

The researcher was furious, and the client's boss was really good at giving him difficult problems.

As long as it is a brainwashing experiment, there will be some sequelae. He said there will be no side effects just by talking. Why doesn't the old man go to heaven?

The researcher flipped the switch quickly, and the electrodes sent out excruciating electric currents that flowed through his brain.

"You are the property of the organization, and you are loyal to the organization. Your life, your faith, and all your glory will crown the great goals of the organization."

The words were repeated over and over again, as if to carve them into his bones and leave them deep in his soul.

Fūya Zero's purple-gray eyes became sharp and cold. He turned his eyeballs and pierced the research institute, his eyes full of warning.

With just one glance, he understood the character of this code-named member.

Fūya Rei moved his wrists and snapped his fingers, and the bandages that bound him fell off.