In the morning, Tottori Prefecture organization base.
"Buzzing..."
His work and rest schedules were reversed. Appero, who usually slept until noon, was woken up early by the alarm.
He yawned and walked into the bathroom. After washing up, he started combing his waist-length red hair in front of the mirror. People with long hair have to comb their hair as soon as they get up early, otherwise it will look like fluffy lion hair from a distance.
group, which greatly affects the aesthetic feeling.
The comb was inserted into the hair, and it was combed down with difficulty. It took several times to straighten out a handful of hair. As Apello combed it, he couldn't help but be distracted by the beautiful face in the mirror.
"How could I grow up like this..."
Before the second word was spoken, the intercom at the door suddenly connected.
"Mr. Apello, I'm here to deliver breakfast!"
"..."
Apello clicked his tongue in displeasure, and his ugly face instantly turned calm when he glanced at the mirror - his facial features were so ugly when he was angry - he remembered that it was indeed him who had someone deliver the meal at this hour last night.
So I picked up the bomb headband, tied up my hair, and went over to check.
The screen above the walkie-talkie clearly showed the scene outside the door. Appero looked at the other person's face and then around to make sure there was nothing unusual, and then pressed the fingerprint reader next to the walkie-talkie.
"drop."
The electronic door opened, and the bottom members came in with breakfast.
"Put it on the table." Apero casually pointed to the table and straightened his hair, "By the way, I will deliver today's breakfast myself and bring me a new electric shaver.
"
"Eh?" The other party was stunned for a moment, then said after coming to his senses: "I understand!"
Without asking why, he put down the tray and left the room.
The electronic door closed again, Apero sat down at the dining table and glanced at the electronic clock on the table.
April 4, 7:44.
Today is Angstra's fifteenth birthday.
Last night, he called as usual to inquire about the situation and said he would come over today to have a look if he had time in the evening.
If it weren't for this, Apello wouldn't have gotten up so early, let alone entered the cell and contacted the undercover agents. In the past few days, he had only seen them occasionally on the surveillance camera, and would have taken care of them when someone was causing trouble.
Normally, bottom-level members are responsible for monitoring.
He took out his cell phone and sent an email to Angstra.
【What time will you come over today?——aperol】
After waiting for a while, there was no reply. Apero asked directly without calling, put down the phone and started eating.
The window not far away is open, and the breeze is blowing. Now that winter has passed and spring has arrived, the cherry blossoms outside the window have bloomed into a forest.
…
7:55 am.
After breakfast, Apello left his dormitory. He did not go to the cell immediately, but went to the monitoring room first.
"Is there anything unusual?"
One of the lower-level members responsible for the vigil shook his head: "The two of them were very peaceful last night. Scotland woke up early this morning, and Bourbon was still sleeping."
The duty cycle here is 8 hours. After 8 o'clock, those on the night shift can go to change shifts and rest.
Apello hummed and looked up at the screen in front of him.
There were forty display screens arranged densely together, almost occupying the entire wall. There were an average of twenty surveillance cameras in each cell.
The surveillance arranged without blind spots can show the indoor situation from different angles, except for the inside of the shower room. This is the last bit of respect for the prisoners, but there is a time limit. If you are inside for more than 10 minutes, the door will sound an alarm.
He took a quick look and saw that the two people under surveillance looked no different from the previous few days.
Bourbon made a scene, and he asked someone to hold him down and give him a sedative twice. After he woke up, he became a little more honest.
"Does Bourbon still want to see Angostura?" Apello asked again.
"Yes." The member who answered before replied again, "He was asking when we were delivering meals at noon and evening yesterday."
Another member present joined the conversation: "It was the same the day before yesterday and the day before yesterday. Every time I went to his place, he would ask 'When will Angstra come over'..."
Having said this, the two lower-level members showed curiosity on their faces, obviously curious about who this Angostela was.
Apello noticed their expressions and did not answer them.
Angstra's status is now unusual. He has appeared in public with the boss, so his information must be kept secret from most members. They can know that [Angstra] exists in the organization, but they don't know
What does he look like and what does he sound like.
He himself is also very careful. When he comes, he will pay attention to avoid the lower-level members. Once he enters the cell, he will cut off the surveillance inside.
Not to mention how capable the low-level members here are, at least they are absolutely passable in terms of work attitude. They will strictly abide by orders and will not secretly inquire out of curiosity... If there is such a person seeking death, the real interrogation room will
Be open to it.
Their serious work attitude is not only reflected in this aspect, but also towards the two undercover agents.
They will not torture the undercovers for deliberate performance. They will deliver meals on time every day, collect them after half an hour, deliver clean clothes and collect dirty clothes the next day... Most importantly, they will not talk to the undercovers.
No matter what the undercover said or asked, they would not answer and would ignore them from beginning to end.
But what the two undercover agents said, they would relay the exact words to Apello.
Apello stared at the picture taken on the bed in Cell No. 2. The blond mixed-race man fell into a deep sleep, deep in thought.
Originally, Bourbon hated Angstra. After being injected with a sedative, his demands changed, from wanting to escape to wanting to see Angstra.
Is this because I have been sedated twice by tranquilizers? I know that the power of life and death is in the hands of Angstra, and I want to beg for mercy or please?
Or is there something wrong with him, and Angstra can only help him?
Apello vaguely felt something was wrong, but for the moment he couldn't put his finger on what was wrong.
Angstra was very busy, and the last time he came was when he delivered something more than ten days ago, but no matter how busy he was, he would always ask about the situation of the two undercover agents.
He mentioned once that Bourbon wanted to see him, but when Angstra found out, he remained silent for a long time and did not come over.
So he stopped mentioning it, and in subsequent phone calls he only talked about their health and daily life.
Apello took another look at the picture on the screen, turned around and left the control room.
Since Bourbon is still resting, let's go to Cell No. 1 where Scotland is being held.
…
8 o'clock in the morning.
Apero opened the door of cell number one directly.
Scotland was leaning against the window and staring at the cherry blossoms outside in a daze. The morning news was playing on the TV not far away. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned around and was stunned for a moment when he saw it was Apello.
The lower-level members behind Apello came forward. One placed the latest clean men's clothing on the bed, and the other placed the tray next to the laptop.
On the tray were rice, salt-grilled salmon, thick egg rolls and miso soup, and there was a cherry blossom daifuku on the small plate.
Apello is on par with Angstra in terms of facial appearance, but he is not that particular about food. Everyone prepares meals together, and he eats exactly the same as the two exposed undercover agents.
He looked at Scotland and couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw the unshaven face.
The beard is different from the hair. If it is not trimmed properly for more than ten days, the whole person will look sloppy... However, this is not the biggest change in him.
Apello stared into those blue eyes.
The emotions inside are squeezed and twisted together, so heavy that it can make people breathless, and make people not want to look at each other just once.
Apello couldn't help but frown: "Ito, go and trim his beard."
There won't be anything dangerous in the cell.
This danger not only refers to weapons such as guns, bombs, and knives, but also includes inconspicuous gadgets such as forks, chopsticks, and paper clips.
In the hands of this group of undercover agents, these things may be lethal, allowing them to injure others or harm themselves.
Apello even wrapped the corners of the furniture to prevent these dangerous things from entering the cell. They use disposable plastic spoons for meals these days, which are easy to break, and they are also given a pair of disposable gloves.
No cutlery is provided, let alone a razor. Whether it is an ordinary or electric razor, it has a blade on it.
The purpose of his entering the cell today was to supervise the two undercover agents in trimming their beards and grooming themselves. After all, Angstra was coming, and he wanted to dress them up to look pleasing to the eye.
Scotland also heard what he said: "...is Angstra coming over?"
The voice that sounded good in the past is hoarse after not speaking for a long time.
Apello did not answer, but raised his chin, and one of the lower-level members picked up a razor and walked over.
"You... please raise your face," the bottom member said.
Scotland's Adam's apple trembled slightly, but after hearing this, he still raised his face, exposing his fragile neck. His hands fell quietly to the side, without any resistance the whole time.
Apello had previously suspected that Scotch Whiskey had ulterior motives, and his obedient attitude was to make them relax their vigilance. However, upon closer contact, he discovered that the opposite might be true.
He is like this...
Just as Apello was about to speak, the sound of the TV news sounded first.
"Today Karasuma Group will hold a grand birthday party for its heir. The party will be in the afternoon..."
On the TV, a luxury car parked at the door of the A-floor of Nishitama City's Twin Towers skyscraper, and a black-haired boy got out of the car surrounded by black-clad bodyguards.
His skin is pale, his right eye is bright red, and he is wearing a traditional kimono, which is full of Ukiyo-e style monsters, monsters, and monsters.
The boy turned a blind eye to the flashlights and cameras around him and walked straight towards the building. The hem of his clothes swayed lightly with his steps, revealing two lower legs covered with bandages.
The reporter continued to introduce without embarrassment, from the birth of Karasuma Group, to the weird rumors of Karasuma Group, to the newly revealed chairman and his heir...
The camera gradually zooms out, from the ground to the sky. After switching the camera completely, a huge crow appears, perched above the skyscraper.
That's the mark of the Karasuma Group.
The red eyes of the crow looked down at the country below without mercy.
He got it.
Apello reacted instantly.
——He knew the identity of the boss and the true face of the organization.
"Will he come today?"
Scotch asked softly again.
"He will come over when he has time."
Apello opened his mouth to answer him.
…
7:32 am.
Apello left with two members, closing the door as usual, and still locked Scotland in this small and exquisite cell where he had no worries about food and drink.
They passed by the door of the control room. As soon as they walked through the door, the door behind them was knocked open with a bang. Apero turned around and saw the people inside rushing out in panic.
"Ah, Mr. Apello is not well!"
One of them almost fell to his knees in front of Apero's eyes.
"Bourbon escaped!!"
"?!!"
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7:44 pm, Toto Iron Tower in Yoneka Town.
Jie Byakuya was wearing the kimono that Shirley had bought for him in Hakone Town before, lying on the special observation deck of the Iron Tower in a daze.
The night wind blew up the hem of his clothes, making him feel cool down there.
This was Spiatus's request. He said that he was a Japanese chaebol after all, so at least he wanted to wear traditional clothes today. But he had been missing since the morning, leaving him to attend the birthday party in the evening alone.
That was definitely the most boring birthday party Jing Baiye had ever had.
All his acquaintances were gone, and none of the Bellmode Sherry Gins and others arrived. He could not receive any sincere blessings. He was surrounded by people who flattered or wanted to tell the secrets of the Karasuma Group, and he could only find a way on his own.
solve.
Thinking of this, Jing Baiye let out a long sigh.
Today is not only his birthday, but also the day when the virus immunity vaccine is officially launched and people are arranged to start vaccination. Spiatus may be really busy.
...And he has to get used to facing it alone.
Compared to Spiatus, there are a pair of loyal subordinates, Ireland and Gin, to deal with this situation - one acts as a secretary to protect him openly, and the other acts as a secretly loyal wolfhound to kill all disrespectful people - and he does everything.
No.
His partners and men were all gone, and he didn't want to bring in the trustworthy Belmode or Shirley to worry about him.
Jing Baiye lay on the ground for a while, then sat up with his body propped up.
[It’s just right to enjoy the fireworks here. After watching the fireworks, we will go to Tottori Prefecture.] He said to the system, [Then choose a birthday gift...]
Spiatus gave him two options at the time, but he had not yet decided which one he wanted.
[Have you thought about it now?] The system asked strangely.
【Actually, I...】
"Meow~"
Jing Baiye's cell phone ringtone suddenly rang above the quiet tower, interrupting what he originally wanted to say.