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

Under the researcher's astonished gaze, Jōgō Gōra slowly sat up and took off the electrodes slowly, his eyes deep.

"Crown the organization's great goal?" He sighed and chuckled, surprisingly gentle. "Why not let the organization and I explode into fireworks together? Although it may be short-lived, it will surely be dazzling and brilliant."

His voice was light and airy, as if he was talking about something very warm, but it was full of a creepy sincerity.

A hint of surprise and amusement crept into the researcher's calm and indifferent eyes. No wonder the boss asked him to get rid of the side effects at all costs.

This guy is so strong.

Just through the eyes, one can perceive the brilliance and tenacity of the young soul.

He was just about to call his assistant to come in and tie the man up again when he saw the weak and disheveled young man turn his head to look at him. His purple-gray pupils reflected a cold and sharp light, just like the eternal ice lake on Mount Fuji, coldly reflecting the ghosts of the world, making all the filth and darkness in the human heart unable to hide.

In front of this cold mirror, no one's hidden secrets can escape exposure.

"Your soul is truly filthy."

He threw the bandage on his wrist to the ground and said with disgust with a cold face.

The researcher opened his eyes wide, a bone-chilling chill creeping up his limbs. His heart felt as if a cold stone had fallen on it, so heavy it made it impossible to breathe.

The panic as if he was falling into an ice cellar and the despair brought by facing an incomparably powerful existence made his legs go weak and fall to the ground, and he was instantly sweating profusely.

Fūya Ling staggered down from the laboratory table. He grabbed a clean white coat and put it on. He walked slowly to the researcher, leaned forward slightly, and his voice was soft, but it contained a malice that made people feel cold in their bones.

"You can't even muster the energy to resist. You're truly useless. Your eyes tell me that even if the scalpel in your hand had sliced ​​through countless throats, taking countless lives, you'd still be so cowardly that you couldn't even guarantee your own irreplaceable uniqueness."

At some point, the scalpel in the researcher's hand fell into the hands of Rei Furuya.

The researcher shrank back as he watched him skillfully handling the scalpel, the cold sharp energy threatening to cut his throat at any moment.

Fūya Rei exerted a little force on his wrist, and the scalpel pierced the only monitor above the corner of the wall.

Vermouth, who was staring at the surveillance camera, saw the screen was all white, raised her eyebrows, stood up and walked towards the laboratory in a graceful manner.

She held the phone and reported to the other end: "Sir, he has woken up, and his personality is still Tennessee."

The boss, wearing a breathing mask while fleeing, ordered in a hoarse voice, "Alright, don't stop giving the child the brainwashing potion while he recuperates."

"Yes, sir."

"It's confirmed that hackers were involved in the exposure of my whereabouts and organization. Have the US intelligence agency investigate Camus's detective agency. I remember there was a hacker there who was quite capable."

Vermouth's eyes flashed, and she said seriously, "You suspect it's a detective?"

The boss laughed a few times. His voice was dry and unpleasant, but it was filled with undisguised amusement and indulgence. "It's not doubt, it's certainty."

There are always many undercover agents in the organization, but who has really caused harm to the organization?

Only after Toru Miyano joined the organization, the organization's power began to be eroded in a subtle and imperceptible way.

This time, even he almost got into trouble.

He couldn't imagine anyone else having such ability.

Even if there is no clear evidence pointing to Camus as the culprit, even the logical chain cannot be closed.

He was certain that it was Camus who did it.

Letting Rum and others investigate was just a cover. He needed to let people know that his authority could not be violated.

Miyano Toru's talent was too outstanding for him to give up.

If the child applies his wisdom to experimental research, his dream will come true.

Even though Toru Miyano knows nothing about research, he can still bring endless wealth to the organization with his superb skills and scheming.

What's worse, it will push the organization to a higher level and become a dark side of Japan.

Even step onto the world stage and become the legitimate ruler.

The organization will step into the light with integrity and rewrite the trajectory of the world.

He firmly believed that the child could do this, so he was reluctant to destroy it.

But he also knew that Miyano Toru would never allow himself to lose himself and become a tool of the organization.

So, if he had not tamed Miyano Toru before he died, he would take away this beloved child.

He has lived in darkness for too long and can no longer bear to see the bright light.

Even if he died, he didn't want to make the world a better place.

If the new personality will be completely loyal to him, let the child call him father.

That child will inherit his will, become the master of darkness, and obscure the light.

Thinking of this, the BOSS trembled with excitement.

Because all this greatness was created by him.

At that time, he also left a significant mark on the world.

"Sir, since you are sure that he was the one who did it, why didn't you kill him?" Vermouth asked in confusion.

The old man said frankly: "I can't bear to do it."

He gave a false reason: "Sharon, it's like you've been expecting an angel to grab your hand, pull you out of the swamp of decay, and give you a new life."

"I can't bear to kill him, so of course I'm chasing the light."

Vermouth quietly rolled her eyes. How dare this old fellow, whose blood was all black, say such disgusting words?

The boss's eyes were cold. The value of Miyano Toru was greater than the damage he caused. As long as he was not completely sure that he could not control Miyano Toru, he would try every means to drag this man into the darkness.

He perfunctorily said to Vermouth: "Miyano Toru's existence is like humans looking up and seeing the sun hanging in the sky."

He has a list of undercover agents in his hand, which was provided by politicians and tycoons from all over the world who cooperated with the organization. It can be said that he knows most of the undercover agents in the organization.

He rarely instructs someone to kill an undercover agent, and the elites trained by the government are extremely useful in the organization. As long as they are given the slightest sweet treat, they can create many times the value.

This is also a tacit understanding between the upper echelons of politics and the organization. The existence of undercover agents serves as surveillance and bargaining chips to prevent the organization from completely disappearing from the politicians' sight, making it easier to keep track of the organization's movements at any time.

He condoned the existence of undercover agents and expressed his willingness to cooperate with the authorities.

As for the undercover agents killed by Gin, whether they were too stupid to expose themselves or they were unlucky, it was all their bad luck.

They will never know how dark and dirty the belief they have devoted their lives to and pushed themselves to madness can be in places where the light cannot reach.

Immortality or extended life, no matter which one is proposed, it will drive people crazy.

When Pandora's box is opened, things get out of control.

The boss thought coldly that sooner or later, Toru Miyano would find out that he was making an enemy of the whole world.

There is no pure land in this world.