Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

"Cough cough!"

A low cough came out of her throat. Yamazaki smelled the bloody smell that filled the room. The uncontrollable itching in her throat made her cough a few more times.

With the arrest of Albert and Vincent, Japes rarely stayed up late and worked overtime to open their mouths. With the information obtained from Edmund's mouth, one wave after another was sent by the organization to follow the clues. , pulled out the radish and brought it back out of the mud.

Not open for three years, open for three years.

Now the entire second and third underground floors of the A7 base have been temporarily requisitioned by Japes as interrogation rooms. He and his men took turns working overtime, and even Bourbon from the intelligence department next door was captured by him.

In just a few days, Jabez's image changed from a punk-style spiritual guy to a serious drug addict.

The blackness under his eyes made his eyes look like demons from hell. It has made Vodka afraid to go here recently. Even his most beloved brother Gin couldn't get him to take a step closer to the second underground floor with a gun to his head.

The interrogation room was very busy, and the members of Gin's action team in Neon were even more busy, including the intelligence team and the logistics team, who were all going crazy.

After watching the last round of interrogation end, Yamazaki glanced at Curaçao, who was standing in the corner as quiet as a wallflower. He stood up and walked outside first, preparing to go up there for some fresh air.

"Yamazaki Whiskey, Mr. Rum requested to contact Mr. Whiskey directly for follow-up information. Please also send a message to Mr. Whiskey."

Curacao, who had not spoken much since the day he arrived until now, suddenly spoke and stopped Yamazaki from leaving.

Opening the door of the interrogation room, the light at the top of the closed corridor outside the door made Yamazaki's eyes hurt. She raised her hand to cover her eyes slightly, and she turned to look at Curacao, who was expressionless:

"Before I came to Neon to negotiate, Mr. Whiskey had already given me full authority to handle this matter. If Mr. Rum has any follow-up information or ideas, he can communicate with me directly.

If he feels that my status and authority are not enough, he can also go to our adults to communicate in person, but I don’t know if he dares to appear in front of us adults. "

After all, the person he sent last time had already been interrupted and retreated into the infirmary.

Putting aside her usual sarcasm, Yamazaki ignored the expressions of the others in the interrogation room. She closed the collar of her black coat and continued walking out on her slender black high heels.

Curacao listened to the fading "ta-da" sound outside, which was made by Yamazaki Whiskey's high heels stepping on the tiles. He took out his mobile phone and reported to Rum the news that Yamazaki refused to send a message to Whiskey.

Then, he also walked out of the interrogation room.

The order Curacao received was to monitor the entire interrogation of Gin's subordinates and report the information obtained to Rum truthfully. Currently, except for a few members of the Senluo Circus and the Bright Robbery Group in Neon, the rest All have been wiped out by the organization.

The last round of interrogation ended today, and Curacao felt that there was no need to stay here any longer.

Arriving at the first floor of the base, Curaçao had just stepped out of the elevator door. He looked up and saw Yamazaki Whiskey standing by the corridor window with a cigarette in his hand. The lit smoke floated out into thin white mist, but it But the owner had no intention of smoking it. He only occasionally lit the cigarette body with his slender green jade hands and shook off a piece of ash.

As early as the first time they saw each other a few days ago, Curacao matched the information she and Rum told her.

Yamazaki Whiskey, a woman who looks weak and looks like she will die at any time. She is one of the confidants of Whiskey, the leader of the organization's equipment team, and also one of the four famous mad dogs of Whiskey.

After being taken away from the laboratory by Whiskey ten years ago, he has been following the other party. He is loyal and hits wherever he wants. He has extremely high talent and ability in blasting and is proficient in assassination and lurking.

Curacao has always been puzzled as to why Yamazaki has such fanatical loyalty to Whiskey. According to the information Rum told her, Yamazaki once discovered that the leader of the other organization had a premonition that something was wrong when he was performing a cleaning task assigned by Whiskey. After an emergency retreat, he decisively pressed the detonator and blew up the building where the leader was.

At that time, Yamazaki Whiskey himself, who had already lurked in and planned to assassinate the opponent, was also in that building, and was buried in the collapsed building without discrimination.

If Whiskey hadn't immediately ordered people to dig after learning about it and asked local emergency doctors to be on standby, Yamazaki might have died there.

When he was dug out, Yamazaki was covered in blood and his abdomen was penetrated by two steel bars. He was then rushed to the tissue rescue room and lay in the intensive care unit for half a month before he was lucky enough to save his life.

The first thing she said after she regained consciousness was that she had completed the task assigned to her by Master Whiskey. After pressing the detonator, she took advantage of the collapse of the building and shot the leader of the hostile organization in the heart.

Rum once lamented that it was really enviable for Whiskey to have a group of such loyal dogs.

She also said that Curacao and Yamazaki Whiskey are the same. They are both women, both came from a laboratory, and they are both confidants of the core cadres of the organization. She is also the confidant of the second-in-command of the organization. I hope she can learn more from Yamazaki Whiskey. , especially this kind of loyalty regardless of one's own life.

As soon as we met Curacao that night, we could tell that Yamazaki Whiskey's body was just as the intelligence said, giving the impression that he would die in the next second.

But at the same time, Yamazaki Whiskey is indeed a difficult character. Although she stood aside and said nothing during the interrogation, the words she occasionally said were straight to the heart.

And she has the backing of whiskey, even gin and rum are polite to her when they see her.

As the invisible third-in-command in the organization, even though Whiskey is abroad and never returns to Neon, in Neon, no member of the organization who knows the existence of Whiskey dares to despise his existence.

There are always people in the organization who question the title of Rum's second-in-command, but when it comes to whiskey, everyone feels that the title of third-in-command is worthy of the name. This is the status of whiskey in the hearts of organization members.

One of the absolute core high-level cadres in the Crow Legion, the organization's top person in charge in Western Europe, with one of the six major cocktail bases as his code name, he holds the entire organization's arms smuggling line in his hands, and his equipment team maintains the entire organization. Organizes arms supply to various branches around the world.

On the A-level code member forum, you can blatantly see gossip that clearly mentions senior code members. Among the popular ones are the gossip about Belmod, the gossip about Gin, and even the gossip about Rum and that gentleman. However, no one dares to associate the word gossip with whiskey.

As a gangster, who dares to argue with the person who provides him with life support? He is afraid that if he is dissatisfied with the weapon he was given, a part is missing, a screw is loosened, and if he is unlucky when he starts, it will be life or death.

It's a joke, of course, but few would bet on whiskey not doing that. Therefore, most of the gossip about whiskey in the forum is mentioned secretly using pronouns, and the number of gossip posts is much less than that of other people.

Yamazaki Whiskey is backed by the mountain of whiskey. During these days in Neon, the attitude of the organization members she met was relatively kind to her, and some of them didn't look like members of the organization.

Even the irritable Chianti calmed down a bit. Faced with Yamazaki's cold face, he secretly discussed with Yamazaki that because she was busy with this batch of weapons from the Equipment Department these days, let the Equipment Department send the latest Give her some of the sniper rifles developed to try out.

Curacao wanted to laugh in her heart when she thought of Rum telling her that she was just like Yamazaki Whiskey, hoping to get her more loyal allegiance than Yamazaki.

How could it be the same?

Curacao knew very well that although she was called Rum's confidant, Rum's trust in her was only slightly higher than Bourbon's. In Rum's heart, the meaning of her existence was to become a removable living hard drive.

She only had to remember what Rum needed her to remember.

And once there is someone who can replace her, the rum that saved her life from Belmod and dyed her black Curacao will not let her live for one more minute.

Even if she voluntarily had her personality and memory wiped away. Rum's paranoia will only make him choose to kill her outright to avoid future troubles.

As for Yamazaki Whiskey, the other party is Whiskey's true confidant. She has Whiskey's highest trust in her. When in danger, Whiskey will try his best to save her instead of simply giving up.

In order to bolster the opponent's momentum, Whiskey directly blocked Rum's communications, forcing Rum to take Yamazaki Whiskey seriously.

Even though Yamazaki Whiskey was disrespectful and sarcastic to him many times, Rum wanted to kill her in his heart, but considering the importance of the other party in Whiskey's heart, he could only discuss it with her in an amicable manner. This is what whiskey gives her.

Thinking of this, Curaçao suddenly felt a little envious of the other party. Sitting in the driver's seat of the car, Curaçao suddenly didn't want to go back to Rum right now, but thinking that he had nowhere to go, he finally started the car and drove out of the base.

Yamazaki, who was envied by Curaçao on the other side, casually looked sideways at Curaçao walking past her, then turned to look out the window casually.

After a while, Curacao was seen driving away from the base.

Compared to Curacao, who only learned about her from Rum not long ago, Yamazaki had known and seen Curacao for a long time.

At that time, she only had one experimental subject number F1542, and Curacao was called A029.

Unlike A029, who grew up in an orphanage under the organization's name and showed excellent memory talent and good physical fitness at a young age, he was focused on training and only participated in experiments to develop talents.

After being sold many times, F1542 was purchased and organized as consumables for drug experiments by peripheral members of an organization that specialized in selecting experimental subjects.

She is in poor health and suffers from a congenital genetic disease. She has no talents that are useful to the organization, and she does not have good physical fitness. The only thing that made her attracted by the selection member was the special genetic disease in her body, which happened to be specially used for Let’s conduct a special type of genetic drug experiment to make a sharp comparison with the reaction of a normal body after taking the drug.

After being taken away by researchers from the genetic medicine laboratory with a satisfied nod, F1542 began to be fed various drugs with unknown ingredients and uses. His long black hair, which was originally as black as ink, soon fell out due to the side effects of the drugs. There are dense pinholes all over.

He is obviously about the age of fourteen or fifteen, and he is wearing a large white robe for the experimental body, but he looks as thin as a 10-year-old child. The face that should have had a bright smile was only filled with deathly silence.

The first one-sided encounter between F1542 and A029 was due to an ordinary post-medication observation.

Observation room

F1542, who had just taken medicine, in order to divert the nausea in her mouth, after obtaining the researcher's permission, she tiptoed onto the glass window sill of the observation room near the corridor.

Through a one-way glass, she saw a girl who seemed to be about the same age as her, beautiful and wearing a black training uniform, passing by the window and walking into a room opposite.

The girl had a pair of sky-blue eyes, waist-length silky silver hair, and a black training uniform with an A029 number label on the chest. Her steps were steady and generous, and the cold and determined look on her face made F1542 almost stare blankly at the time. There was a rare hint of envy in his eyes.

The female researcher responsible for observing drug reactions noticed this scene, looked at the envy in F1542's eyes, and told her coldly.

He was a child with outstanding talent. He was selected to receive elite training at the A-level training camp at the age of 6. Because he has a high talent for memory, he was transferred to participate in advanced experiments on the development of innate abilities.

Unlike her, the lowest-level drug experiment subject, the other party is a reserve talent that is favored by the superiors. Even if he becomes an experimental subject, the researcher is not allowed to harm A029's body and brain at will.

This time A029 is just here for the most basic drug resistance test, and will leave here directly after the test.

The researcher's words made F1542, who had been numbly accepting the experiment, realize for the first time that there was such a big difference between the experimental subject and the experimental subject.

The female researcher encouraged her, saying that as long as she could help their group successfully develop gene therapy drugs, she would not only be able to cure her genetic diseases, but also break away from her status as a low-level experimental subject and become a high-level experimental subject.

If we can discover abilities that are beneficial to the organization, we can be like A029 and not have to stay in the laboratory every day.

However, just over a month later, the constant testing of drugs caused the residual drugs accumulated in F1542's body to worsen and react with her own genetic disease, and she lost even the value of the remaining testing drugs.

The little wish that suddenly sprouted in F1542's heart more than a month ago was easily burst like a bubble by the cruelty of reality.

The organization is naturally unwilling to waste precious medicines and expensive manpower on treating a dying consumable.

Therefore, F1452, which was determined by the researchers to be no longer able to withstand any drug experiments, was thrown into a remote building specially designed to house experimental subjects to be processed.

First, he was put into a locked iron cage, and then a man wearing a black protective suit pushed the iron cage into one of the rooms on the second underground floor of the building.

There are more than thirty iron cages like this in a small room. Inside the cages are people who have been judged to have no experimental value like F1452. A group of people who are just waiting to be squeezed out of the last bit of value will be thrown into the cage. Defective experimental subjects destroyed in the incinerator.

The men in black who were guarding them would deliver a meal of food and water to these people at noon every day to ensure that the people inside would not starve to death.

Through black market channels, after matching and selling, a person's internal organs, bone marrow, cornea, blood, etc. can be converted into huge financial wealth.

Therefore, in order to obtain the most fresh organs, blood, and cornea, to ensure the maximum benefit, we can successfully extract the most value from a person.

The guards in black will provide food and water to ensure the minimum vitality of the people on time every day. Of course, in order to ensure hygiene, the cage will be unlocked regularly every day to allow the people inside to solve physiological problems.

However, unlike other experimental subjects, F1452, who had undergone genetic drug experiments and suffered from congenital genetic diseases, the organs, bone marrow, and blood in her body simply did not meet the qualified sales standards.

Moreover, her eyes have long been damaged by the side effects of the medicine. She will shed tears and be temporarily blinded if she is slightly stimulated by strong light. So there is no value left in her that can be extracted.

Therefore, F1452 escaped a bullet.

Compared to those who died after their organs were forcibly harvested, everyone thought she was lucky.

If you are lucky enough to keep a complete body, even if you die, you can be reincarnated as an adult again.

The latter statement came from a religious mixed-race woman in the iron cage next to her. This woman who prayed devoutly for a long time every morning told F1452

God exists in this world, and when your faith is strong enough, God will appear in front of you.

The woman is a bit nagging, and after praying every day, she will continue to preach to her the doctrines she believes in.

One night before going to bed, the woman said to her, "Only God can judge your right and wrong, but the world cannot."

The next morning, she was taken out of the cage by men in black. When she came back at noon, the woman's eyes had been gouged out. The white bandage covered the woman's eyes, and blood dripped from her face to the ground along the bandage after soaking in the eye sockets.

The woman was lying in the cage, and she didn't know if she had passed out. All she could see was that her limbs were twitching faintly.

F1452 looked at the bowl of water placed outside the cage, took a sip, and then put it back.

Then looking into the void, F1452 seemed to be talking to himself:

"Look, God does not exist. You pray so devoutly every day, but you are still going to die. If He really exists, why doesn't He come to save you?"

Later, because the religious mixed-race woman did not receive effective treatment after her eyes were removed, she developed a high fever that day and died of bacterial infection three days later.

Before she died, the woman returned to her original state of mind. She lost the nervous feeling she had when she used to promote teachings, and she calmly talked about her daughter with F1542.

F1452 listened indifferently as the woman told it about its longing for its daughter and its hometown, until the voice became lower and lower, and finally stopped abruptly.

Because of the mixed side effects of different drugs, F1542 had forgotten everything about his past a long time ago, including his name, identity, parents, and home address.

Therefore, even a mother's true feelings before her death still cannot evoke the slightest emotional resonance from F1452.

The woman's body was taken away the next day. As the woman disappeared, there was no more voice in the room, and it fell into complete silence.

Everyone lies numbly in their own cage, waiting for death to appear at any time.

Clearly feeling that his body was getting weaker day by day, F1452 waited silently but expectantly for death to come.

However, fate is always so fickle.

I don’t know how long it took, but one day, when F1452 woke up and opened her eyes like usual, she found that her cage was being pushed into a truck.

A piece of black cloth covered the cage. F1452 took a closer look and saw that several people were stuffed into the cage where she was alone. Most of them were 5.6-year-old children. They exuded the fresh breath of life and were thrown into it. After being in the cage, they were huddled together like quails and huddled opposite her.

Could it be that he couldn't wait for her to die, so he simply burned her to death? It would be better to just give her a shot, which would be less painful than burning her alive.

F1452 thought silently, without any desire to speak.

The car drove for a long time, and when she finally saw the light again, she found that she was sent to a small room with glass on three sides.

In the room, there were many people wearing experimental white robes like her, but some of the clothes were new and some were old. Outside the room was a group of strong men in black, armed with live ammunition.

Suddenly, a voice came out from the speaker at the top of the room:

“We will welcome a distinguished guest here soon. If you don’t want to die under the poisonous gas here today, then do your best to ask him to save you.

Good luck to you. "