Chapter 485 The Four Tasks of the Quadruple Undercover
Mid-March.
Cupido Town, the highest floor of an office building.
When the elevator reached the top floor, as soon as the door opened, a man in a suit with a briefcase under his arm rushed out of the corner, took out his badge and slapped it hard on the time clock at the door.
"drop."
[Identity confirmation completed, Senior Technician Iwata, clocking in at 8:59 today.]
[There are two times in the morning and evening this month. Friendly reminder: If you are late three times, half a month's attendance bonus will be deducted. 】
Iwata was relieved when he heard the clock-in time, but he heard the second half: "There's no need to say the last sentence!"
It's a pity that the time card only reminds you in a regular way and cannot pay attention to any complaints from others. The electronic door in front of you automatically opens slowly to both sides.
A woman in business attire was watering the green plants. When she saw him coming in, she smiled at him and said, "Good morning, Mr. Iwata."
She has neat short hair, and the hand holding the kettle is slightly different from an ordinary woman's hand. A scar stretches across the back of her hand. All her nails are trimmed very short, without any decoration, and her palms are thicker.
"Good morning, miss."
As a senior technician, Iwata politely greeted the female receptionist in front of him, put away his work badge and walked inside.
Behind the reception desk at the front desk is a large black rock, which is clean and does not have any company name or logo printed on it.
But this is indeed where they work.
…
The office is spacious and bright, and there are partitions between each position. When you sit down, you cannot see them. Only when you stand up can you see the colleagues next to you, which allows you to communicate while protecting your personal space.
A comfortable office environment can make people feel happy. After moving here from the Internet cafe, Iwata is in a good mood every day.
He put down his bag on his seat and turned around to say hello to the others, but found that none of them had started working. They were all sitting or standing next to their seats, concentrating on watching the news together.
"Today we have Professor Chiaki Ohta, who specializes in bacteria, to explain to you."
The reporter looked serious, and the camera turned to a short-haired woman wearing glasses next to her.
"What is this?" Iwata was confused.
The colleague next to him was speechless: "Didn't you watch the news? Last night around 10 o'clock, the Tokyo National Institute of Microbiology in Nishitama City was attacked by an armed group of eight people. When the police arrived, they found that all the bacteria in the high-security laboratory were missing.
It's possible that those people took it away."
Iwata's eyes widened: "Bacteria?!"
"Yes, it is still a very dangerous bacteria. It is said that the fatality rate is as high as 80%." Another colleague looked serious.
On TV, a bacteriology professor from Miwa Medical University pushed up his glasses and began to introduce in an orderly manner: "Once infected with this bacteria, certain parts of the body will start to itch, followed by a high fever for several days, and then the whole body will collapse.
, and finally died.”
"The main route of infection is droplet transmission, and young children are particularly susceptible to infection."
Iwata, who has children at home, got goosebumps when he heard this.
He quickly sat down and turned on his computer to search for related news. As expected, almost all major websites were occupied by this news.
"Red Siamese cat..." He murmured the name of the criminal group.
The colleague in front of him put his hands on the partition and recalled with a frown: "The red Siamese cats were caught by the police five years ago. Are these the ones that slipped through the net?"
"Who cares? Their targets of attack have always been the major chaebols in Japan. The last one they attacked before they were caught was the Suzuki Group. They might take revenge on them this time." Another person looked at the fun and said it was not a big deal.
, "Didn't they say in the notice that the next attack will be carried out within seven days!"
Iwata listened to their conversation and couldn't help but interject: "So, are there any major events held by the Suzuki Group recently?"
"Yes." The one who wanted to watch the fun laughed, "Suzuki Group just bought that cruise ship from the Eight... ah no, it was bought from the Karasuma Group. The day after tomorrow will be its maiden voyage, and many celebrities have been invited to participate.
.”
"It is said that this time even the chairman of the Karasuma Group who has never shown up has accepted the invitation. If they go to attack..."
The more he talked, the more excited he became, and a voice suddenly interrupted their conversation.
"It's already past 9 o'clock, why haven't you started working yet?"
Everyone looked back and saw Yuan Jiaming standing there, holding a suitcase in his hand.
"Team leader?!"
Iwata noticed where he was standing. He had obviously just come out of the main office where their boss was. He stood up instantly, bowed and shouted: "Good morning, team leader!"
Everyone who was chatting happily just now turned into quails shivering in the snow, and they all became honest.
Yuan Jiaming sighed and did not continue to say anything accusatory. He walked to his seat, put down his suitcase and opened it.
The suitcase was covered with two thick layers of black sponge, with small rectangular grooves dug out in the middle, which were neatly filled with more than twenty potions.
Iwata stood up and saw the contents of the suitcase at a glance: "Team leader, these are..."
"This is a serum developed within the organization."
"Serum?" Iwata was stunned for a second and then immediately reacted: "Could it be!!"
"You guessed it right, this is the immune serum of the dangerous virus stolen by the red Siamese cat." Yuan Jiaming pushed up his glasses, "Mr. Angstra applied for this for us after hearing the news.
"
"Great, as expected of Mr. Angstra!"
Others in the information group shouted excitedly.
One minute they were worried about the virus, and the next minute their boss sent anti-viral serum. Their little boss was really reliable!
Iwata was even more excited. His child had just entered kindergarten and was among the people the professor said were particularly vulnerable to infection. If there was serum, he could be protected.
Yuan Jiaming smiled when he saw how excited they were, and took out the serum and matching injection device from the box.
"One for each person, be careful not to break it. Complete the injection before get off work today."
The smile on Iwata's face suddenly froze.
Yuan Jiaming was about to hand him his portion when he noticed that his reaction was completely different from that of the people around him. He was very surprised: "What's wrong with you?"
"This serum...must be injected before get off work? Can you take it back with you?" Iwata said stiffly.
"cannot."
Hara Jiaming put away the smile on his face and stared at Iwata expressionlessly.
"Mr. Angstra's order is that everyone must be vaccinated before they can go back."
"Supervise each other and make sure there are no mistakes."
…
At the same time, in a suite in Building B of the Twin Towers skyscraper in Nishitama City.
"Bang!"
"Bang bang!"
Beretta's gunshots kept ringing in the bedroom. A hand stretched out from the huddled quilt, fumbled randomly on the bedside table, and swept a dark green protective mask and a small book to the floor.
After searching for a long time, he finally came across the cell phone that had set the ringtone of someone's gunshot.
With a pair of sleepy eyes, Izarun finally got out of the quilt. He yawned and pressed the call button: "...Hello?"
"Snake, I have a task for you."
Yi Zerun yawned silently again. He raised his foot and kicked the quilt away. He bent down to pick up the small book from the ground and flipped it to the middle. He also picked up the pen with the cap off from the table.
There were already several lines written on this page. He glanced at it and continued writing without turning a new page.
"Please give me your orders."
"You did a good job in the attack mission last night. What you have to do next is to carry the transmitter and blend into the Nidhogg that will set sail the day after tomorrow."
"Our target is the chairman of Karasuma Group. You have to confirm his appearance, the security situation around him and whether there are police at the scene. At night, take Kate and others to the ship, use the virus to create harassment, and kidnap the target in the chaos..."
Yi Zerun sat cross-legged on the bed and wrote down every request without messing up the handwriting.
"Understood." He said calmly.
After hanging up the phone, Izarun threw the phone in front of him and sighed deeply at the small notebook he used to record tasks.
This page has reached the fourth line.
The second line: Kaigui - protect the leader's second son from Tokyo Port to Nagoya Port.
Third row: Police Department - cooperate with the public security to protect celebrities on board.
Line 4: Zoo - The red Siamese cat members of the zoo branch boarded the ship midway and caused harassment.
And the first line, where he truly belongs, and the latest mission given to him——
Let Angstra, the heir to the organization, see the multi-faceted life of being an undercover agent.
Jerez Brandy of the organization, leader of the Kanto region group of the Environment Group, police officer of the Violence Countermeasures Section of the National Police Agency, and Snake, a member of the zoo organization, this man with four identities closed his eyes and fell back on the bed with a snap.