If you look at it from a perspective without identity labels, what happened in the reception room is just one of the many events that express rules in this world with clear order. In other words, some people express their rules to others by kneeling. Loyalty. If there is something special about it, it is that the person sitting in the swivel chair and being worshiped is a real nobody... Kosaka, the maintenance worker in the terminal room of the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office.
As soon as she saw Kosaka's appearance clearly and opened her moving eyes, Naomi Asada received a heavy blow on the back of her neck. She fell to the ground with a plop and lost consciousness. "It's really troublesome." A big shot named Devoru He turned around and returned to his seat, playing with the bone china teacup with an expression of hesitation. "Brother No. 454. If you can't discipline a woman under your command, why should you manage Asmodeus?"
The investigation room director Yi Cunmu Zhongcheng, who was half kneeling on the ground, still had a humble smile on his face. But cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "Sir, Congressman, I promise this is just an accident. I will deal with this woman properly. Underground Eleven The operation cabin on the first floor is in need of fresh human bodies... right? Brother No. 768."
"Yes, Congressman. Not long ago, a female terminal operator was discovered by me because she intercepted a piece of code from the Brotherhood. She is now on duty in an operation cabin on the eleventh floor. She will never do anything troublesome again. It's over." Sweat dripped down the face of the head of the Computer Information Department, Shichibu Ryo. But he remained in a half-kneeling position and did not dare to take out a handkerchief to wipe his face.
Devoru put down the tea cup and looked at the maintenance man sitting next to him with blue eyes: "Brother Congressman No. 81, you see. After this promotion, you will be the speaker's first agent in East Asia, and the highest ranking in the entire East Asia region. I am a member of the brotherhood. Even the Chief Cabinet Secretary must obey your instructions. Let you decide this matter."
Kosaka was still wearing a mechanic's blue uniform. He was wearing a peaked cap. There was a tool box, a rope and an active gas mask hanging around his waist. The expression on his face at this moment was completely unlike a maintenance worker with a low salary. Gao Gao Sitting in the swivel chair with his legs crossed, he stared coldly at the two direct leaders who were kneeling on the ground: "No. 454 and No. 768. You and I are sincere brothers who have exchanged blood. But at this moment our identities are decisive. The difference. Everyone has sworn obedience to authority in front of the two-headed red owl. At this moment, I am a member of the Round Table. I have to make a fair judgment on behalf of the Speaker. In order to atone, go and increase the pain level of the tattoo to 3. ."
"Sir, Congressman."
"Kosaka-kun."
The two middle-aged men in suits screamed at the same time. But Kosaka turned away and picked up the tea cup expressionlessly. After a few minutes, Yishunmu and Shichibu gave in. They slowly untied their ties and shirts and said goodbye. I pressed lightly on the red two-headed bird tattoos on the chest and abdomen. The nanomaterials that penetrated deep into the dermis began to create a subtle electric current. The electric current acted directly on the nerve endings and turned into a severe pain. "Uh ah ah ah ah ..." The severe pain immediately knocked down the two fraternity members. The normally arrogant big man fell to the ground, groaning in pain, twitching, and twisting. He let out meaningless screams. Saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth. His pupils dilated due to pain. .
"You are a very kind person." Devereux smiled.
"A small punishment will help them make progress. Congressman No. 11." Kosaka replied respectfully.
Whether in religious groups or in ancient and secret organizational forms such as brotherhoods, pain has been an effective punishment and motivation for thousands of years. From nail boards covered with steel needles, flogging, penance belts, and thorns From the crown to the nano tattoo ink that obtains electrical energy through molecular motion. The concept contained in it has never changed. Members of the Red Owl Brotherhood are always spurred by pain. From the moment they swore allegiance to the red two-headed bird and got a tattoo. Tattoos release a pain level of 1 to each member. It is equivalent to a sharp bruise on a finger or toe, and the continuous pain helps to eliminate distracting thoughts and think about the true meaning of the world and life. It is said that the Speaker has turned on the pain level to level 9. .without showing any expression of pain...the 9-level pain signal emitted by the tattoo is stronger than the tearing pain of trigeminal neuralgia, one of the most painful diseases in mankind.
Although they had long been accustomed to continuous level 1 pain, the stimulation that suddenly increased to level 3 still knocked down two low-ranking members of the Brotherhood. After waiting for a full fifteen minutes, Issin Mu and Shichibu could barely stand up and tidy up their appearance. Slowly regaining the ability to think and talk. "Thank you for your tolerance. Brother Congressman No. 81..." The room director was halfway through his words. The forced smile on his face suddenly froze. His pupils shrank like needlepoints. The muscles in his cheeks began to Trembling violently. Apparently another wave of pain penetrated his body like lightning. "...Brother." He gritted his teeth hard to finish the sentence. The molars kept rubbing due to the pain, making an unpleasant creaking sound.
"Okay. It will be good for you once you get used to it. After all, one of the necessary conditions for promotion from peripheral deacon to alternate member is to have pain level 3. Brother Kosaka is cultivating you." Devereux stood up and sorted out his thoughts. Picky image. "Now let's go visit the life capsule. The Speaker attaches great importance to the two consecutive failures of Asmodeus's defense mechanism. This is also the only purpose of my trip."
A few minutes later, Devereux and Kosaka walked out of the reception room. Shichibu followed them at a strangely slow pace. Several men in cleaner uniforms entered the reception room without saying a word and began to deal with the aftermath. He was unconscious. The unconscious woman was put into a giant trash can and transported to the deep underground world... which was exactly the high-end terminal room in Asada Naomi's dream.
Take the special elevator down to the eleventh floor underground and walk into the empty preparation room. "Please put on a gas mask. Congressman." Kosaka took off three pairs of active gas masks from the wall and handed them to the three men who were traveling with him. ."The computer room is filled with toxic gases. It can harm human respiratory tract and eye mucous membranes."
The blond Devoru smiled and said: "I know. No need. Thank you."
"That's chlorine gas, my lord..." Shichibu Liang tried to dissuade him intermittently. It was obvious that he was still not used to the constant pain. Kosaka immediately realized it and took a breath: "Sir, Congressman, are you... "
"Yes, yes. No need to bother anymore." Develu waved his hand gracefully and walked into the airlock room first.
The three men in the intelligence investigation room looked at each other. They saw shock and panic in each other's eyes. They put on their gas masks. Kosaka walked to the commissioner with some hesitation. He stretched out his finger and pressed it on the DNA probe. "That... Congressman grown ups……"
"Some things are different from what you think. I'm not a monster. I'm just a little different from you." Devoru pointed to his head.
"Yes. Of course..." Kosaka started the ventilation program. The 0.75-meter-thick alloy airtight door slowly closed behind him. The red explosion-proof light began to flash. The three men wearing masks reached out and started active ventilation. The switch of the mask. The green light turned on. The tiny fan began to rotate. Forty air pumps poured yellow-green gas into the airtight chamber. The heavy gas slowly rose from the ground like a pool of stagnant water until several people were completely submerged. The visibility dropped significantly. The airtight door to the inside slowly opened. Kosaka walked into the foggy passage first. "Please follow me. Let's go to Room 1 first."
Shichibu Liang, who was enduring the pain, limped at the back and looked at Develu's back in fear. This blond man from Europe was a real devil. He walked indifferently in the toxic mixture of gases containing chlorine. Small blisters kept popping up on his lips, nose and corners of his eyes. But they calmed down immediately. It was like there were countless transparent doctors repairing his body at any time.
Shichibu Liang couldn't help but think of the past ten years ago. At that time, he was still an unknown employee in the investigation room, living the life of an ordinary office worker from nine to five. Until the red two-headed bird broke into his world... From then on. Everything was different. Three thousand six hundred and fifty days flew by like a dream. He held the position of director of the Computer Information Department. He also became a peripheral deacon with a higher status among the tens of thousands of formal members of the Brotherhood. But there was no one. He wouldn't wake up in nightmares at night. The more he came into contact with this mysterious organization, the more he felt like he was dancing with the devil. Only a crazy guy like Kosaka can get the favor of a big shot. Choosing this path by yourself should be a genius. Big mistake...
The group of people walked to the door of Room 1. Kosaka opened the alloy sliding door. The room with sixteen life capsules was displayed in front of everyone. Devoru walked into the room first with his hands on his back. He went straight to the center of Room 1 In front of the life capsule, I looked at the pretty face of the black girl in the spherical glass dome. "It was this terminal that was captured for the first time, right?" The commissioner's voice spread in the mixed gas with a specific gravity greater than that of air. Listen. It sounds a little weird and dull.
"Yes, sir. How did you know?" Kosaka walked up to him and asked.
"Her brain activity exceeds that of every living thing in this room, including the three of you." Devoru said lightly. "Open the life capsule and let me take a look."
Kosaka hesitated: "This... for safety reasons. I suggest..."
The 11th-ranked congressman turned his head and glanced at him. His emotionless eyes set off a bone-chilling storm in the maintenance worker's heart. "Okay, okay." Kosaka pressed the emergency release button with a stiff movement. .
Yellow-green gas spurted out. The front cover of the life capsule opened. The naked woman wrapped in dense pipes and platinum electrodes was exposed in front of four men. Devereux took a step forward and stretched out his index finger to press on the operator's chest. Black The woman's toned body twitched slightly. Anyone could see that there were many bruises and stains on her body. It was obvious that she had been abused. Kosaka took a step back with a guilty conscience and gave the space to the special correspondent from Europe.
At this moment, Shichibu Ryo suddenly had a very disrespectful thought in his mind... The name "Devoru", isn't it the Japanese pronunciation of the English word "devil"?