Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

This sudden rain affected a wide range. Listening to the sound of rain outside the window, Whiskey quietly waited for the arrival of zero o'clock.

Along with the TV screen, the media reporters squatting in Wuna Town regretted the real-time broadcast that the murderer of the serial corpse case had not been arrested as expected, and the familiar sharp pain gushed out from Whiskey's limbs.

In the soundproof lounge, the rainwater outside the window was rolled into the room along the half-open window led by the evening breeze.

Curled up on the thick and expensive handmade cashmere carpet, Whiskey gritted his teeth and resisted the wave of pain that seemed to never stop, while trying his best to maintain his clarity of mind.

The cold rainwater swept in by the wind quickly wet not only the whiskey not far from the window, but also the cashmere carpet under him.

When the pain subsided, Whiskey, who was unable to move, raised his eyelids slightly, feeling the fine pain that seemed to remain slowly wandering in the seams of his bones, and the lingering aftertaste of pain like needle pricks that kept echoing in his mind.

His expression was cold and clear, as if he could see a struggling soul through the rain curtain outside the window.

On the second day,

The rising sun shines through the window, silently erasing the desolation of the room.

Looking at himself in the mirror wearing a black shirt and trousers, his face looked extremely pale, as if he had been seriously ill. Whiskey straightened the messy red hair for a while, coughed softly in a low voice, and turned to leave the cloakroom.

His steps were weak, and he did not hide the sickly look between his brows.

At breakfast time, the burly bodyguard who came to deliver breakfast to his eldest young master as usual heard Whiskey's low cough. He immediately raised his head in shock, and then took out his mobile phone in shock to make a call.

Yahea, who had just appeared at the door of the apartment and was about to tell Whiskey that the FBI's pursuit failed and that he needed to find another place to live to prevent the murderer of the serial dismemberment case, saw Whiskey open the door.

Before he could speak, he looked at the bodyguards sent by the Karasuma Consortium in bewilderment, squeezing him and a group of FBI colleagues away, and then surrounding the apartment door as if they were facing an enemy.

After a while, a group of black vehicles appeared below the apartment building.

Wearing a black windbreaker, a black mask, and a black top hat on his head, Whiskey left the apartment very calmly, surrounded by a group of tall and burly bodyguards under the eyes of everyone, either openly or covertly. , got into the middle car in the black fleet.

Afterwards, the vehicle started and drove slowly towards the Karasuma Consortium's largest wholly-owned hospital in Washington.

He was stopped by the bodyguards of the Karasuma Consortium and told that his noble eldest son was ill and needed medical treatment. There was a top-notch hospital built with investment from the Karasuma Consortium nearby. Yaheya, who did not need the FBI to worry about it, came to his senses and reported the scene to the hospital. The latest news reached Kudo Yusaku.

"It's really great."

Kudo Yusaku sighed softly.

He used his identity as Whiskey's public face to set up a trap, and Whiskey simply used this identity to break the situation.

The timing was precise. It seems that Whiskey had not only guessed that the serial corpse case murderer had set the heir of the Karasuma Consortium as the next target of the FBI, but also anticipated the FBI's subsequent actions.

Now that Whiskey is admitted to a hospital owned by the Karasuma Consortium on the pretext of illness, he will only need to use recuperation as an excuse later, and the FBI can only arrange some people on the periphery and just watch.

After all, although the FBI has the power to act in a special way, it still has to be cautious in the face of power.

Upon arriving at the hospital, the hospital director, who knew the news in advance, personally arranged every examination for the heir to the Karasuma Consortium. The FBI who followed behind was politely dissuaded and turned away outside the hospital.

Twenty minutes later, after all the examinations were completed, Whiskey stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the luxurious ward on the top floor of the hospital and received the latest intelligence information from Belmode about the FBI's arrest operation and Rum's operations.

The FBI failed to arrest the murderer of the serial dismemberment case within the prescribed time limit. The FBI, which was disgraced, not only had to face accountability from the top, but also faced the fierce public anger.

With Rum's fueling and the FBI's deliberate indulgence, the mysterious foreign aid that had been highly praised by the FBI naturally became the culprit for the failure of this operation.

Not only that, while cleanly clearing away the relationship, the FBI also made some fuss about the mystery of the mysterious foreign aid.

Now, the news that the identity of the FBI's mysterious foreign aid has become a mystery and is clearly moving in a bad direction is being hotly discussed on TV networks. Half of it is Rum's operation behind the scenes, and the other half is the FBI's secret guidance.

After reading the email, which was not long but contained detailed information, Whiskey put away his phone and turned to look at the closed door:

"Since you're here, why don't you come in?"

"Ara~ I still can't hide it from you."

As the door opened inwards, Belmod, dressed as a modern girl, walked in.

First, he took off the khaki wide-brimmed windproof hat on his head and put the bag in his hand on the fabric sofa nearby. Then Belmode took off the red sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and held them in his hands, looking at his cold and beautiful face. exposed to air.

Then, she walked to Whiskey step by step, and after casually glancing at the scenery outside the window, she turned to look at Whiskey's face seriously:

"You look really sick."

Not just pretending?

Suppressing a trace of doubt in his heart, Belmode said with a surprised look on his face.

Whiskey coughed twice without explaining much.

"I heard that the Duke has arrived in Berry Country."

Suddenly, Belmode stared seriously into Whiskey's eyes and spoke word by word.

"There seems to be something like this, I don't know very well."

Whiskey's expression was calm, his tone was calm, his eyes were still on the scenery outside the window, and he was not shocked at all by the news that Belmode said.

"Maybe it's for the remnants of the church that Gin and the others captured before."

Hearing this, Belmod completely suppressed the smile on his face.

She looked at the whiskey and mocked in a cold tone:

"Whiskey, do you really think you can recruit the Duke with just two special experimental subjects?"

"of course can."

Whiskey gave the answer calmly. He retracted his gaze from the window. As he finished speaking, he turned his gaze to Belmode.

Looking at the woman in front of him who showed his hatred for another person unscrupulously, Whiskey put his index finger to his lips, first hissed softly, and then said:

"Otherwise, why would you and I appear here together?"

Belmod raised his head in shock, and then heard the sound of rollers sliding on the ground outside the door, along with the sound of brisk footsteps.

Hearing the familiar nightmare-like footsteps, Belmode immediately put away the coldness on his face, put on a false smile, and turned his head to look out the door along with the whiskey.

Pushing a three-story medical trolley, the Duke, dressed as a doctor and wearing a white coat, walked in with a smile on his face, and happily greeted Belmode and Whiskey.

"Long time no see, Belmode, long time no see, Lord Whiskey."

The tone is sincere and full of emotion. The second half of the sentence is obviously sweeter than the first half.

If Belmode hadn't reacted at this moment, then the title of witch would be in vain.

"Ding ~"

As their mobile phone beeps rang one after another, Belmod and Whiskey received an email with the same content at the same time.

Belmode, who had already realized what the content of the email was, opened her phone and saw that it said that she should stay in the hospital where she was at the moment for the next few days and cooperate with the Duke's research.

Putting away his phone, Belmode no longer maintained the false smile on his face, but he also did not reveal a trace of the hatred that had appeared before.

Those eyes that should have been filled with endless amorous feelings were now only as cold as the aura around them.

This time, the reason why Belmod came here was to convey the news to Whiskey that the Duke had arrived in Berry Country for Renye Karasuma, so that he could prepare.

But she didn't expect that not only Whiskey, but also herself would need to be prepared.

Belmode looked at the Duke and saw him carefully moving the items on the medical trolley to the low table next to the fabric sofa. Anything that could not be placed was piled on the sofa.

But Whiskey, who was standing next to her, did not open the email like her, but silently walked to one of the sofas and sat down.

Then, at the Duke's signal, he unbuttoned the cuff of the shirt on his right hand and folded it upward, exposing most of his arm.

The blood collection tubes lined up in a row soon received fresh blood.

After drawing blood from Belmod and Whiskey, the Duke happily left holding the blood collection tubes.

At this moment, there were only two people in the spacious and bright living room, Belmode and Whiskey, who was dripping with blood.

Borrowing the name of the Karasuma family's personal doctor, the Duke collected blood from the two of them for his own benefit, and at the same time thoughtfully provided Whiskey with saline solution to reduce fever and cough.

Pressing the hemostatic cotton ball on the blood-collecting wound, Belmod looked at Whiskey who was sitting on the sofa with an IV drip in one hand and playing with his mobile phone in the other, and said:

"Relax, you won't end up like me."

Belmod's comfort was very sincere, and she thought so herself.

In her opinion, since Karasuma Renye has arranged such an identity for Whiskey, and also made him familiar with the relevant business of the Karasuma Consortium, and received professional lessons from the elite executives of the consortium, he obviously intends to really promote people to the Karasuma Consortium. The position of the person in power.

How could he easily fall into the Duke's crazy experiment?

Even if she really becomes a test subject and needs to participate in the organization's core experiments, she will not face those desperate situations where the mortality rate is as high as 99.9% and the survival rate is less than 0.1%, as she did back then.

After all, today's whiskey is not only almost irreplaceable in the organization, but also the careful arrangements and the use of high-level police forces to ensure that no one can find a single flaw in the identity information is enough to tell Karasuma Ren Yay for the emphasis on whiskey.

In order to let Whiskey join the organization, the organization spent a lot of energy behind the scenes, not to mention the subtle cultivation that Karasuma Renye secretly ordered people to give to Whiskey over the years.

Except for Karasuma Renye and the Karasuma butler who was responsible for handling this matter, no one in the organization knew better than Belmode how much energy Karasuma Renye spent on whiskey.

Ordinary people, even after a period of etiquette training, memorizing relevant information, without years of vision cultivation and temperament edification, no matter how well they disguise themselves, they cannot hide it from those who are old and sophisticated. Under the perverted system like Neon The leader of a plutocratic family who has been in the top vanity fair for many years.

And when Whiskey showed up at the Haru Sakura Dinner, even though he was wearing a suit and holding a ceremonial fan in his hand, none of the leaders of the chaebol family doubted whether he was a cover for Renya Karasuma. Just a fake with a name in vain.

Including those old servants who have served the Karasuma family for generations.

Everyone believed that it was the heir who had been carefully cultivated by the Karasuma family for many years and taught by Renya Karasuma, but had not been revealed to others in the past.

Therefore, after putting in so much immeasurable energy, how could Renye Karasuma easily hand people over to the Duke without any restrictions.

Whiskey remained silent, he knew he couldn't reach that point, but so what.

Those were never what he wanted.

Seeing that Whiskey had no intention of paying attention to him, and having no interest in touching his face with his cold butt at the moment, Belmode stood up, picked up the bag and hat he had just thrown aside, turned around and left the room, and checked into the top-notch medical suite downstairs from Whiskey.

After Belmode left, the real hospital doctors and nurses finally appeared in front of Whiskey.

Not only do they serve the distinguished top VIPs with due diligence, but they also keep their jobs and can open their whiskey at any time to provide the most considerate service.

By the time the infusion was finished, the sun was already high outside the window.

The bright sunshine shines on Whiskey sitting on the sofa, and there is no trace of the heavy rain last night.

Lying on the hospital bed, with his limbs wrapped like a mummy, Gordon silently turned his head to the side where the sun could not shine.

Beside him, after hearing about Gordon's tragic experience in the past few days, Vodka came to visit with a fruit basket. He first put the fruit basket on the table, and then squeezed out a sentence of comfort from his throat:

"Take good care of yourself, brother will not treat you badly."

Gordon didn't respond, didn't even turn his head, and looked very disrespectful.

However, Vodka didn't mind at all and expressed understanding. Otherwise, he would only become a useless person in the future, and he would not be interested in talking to others.

Under Whiskey's inference warning, Gin and Vodka found Gordon who was really only alive in the lower reaches of a river named Suna full of reefs behind the barren mountains.

An airborne bullet from almost a thousand yards away penetrated the rainy night and accurately shot Gordon's spine.

Under those conditions, it was a blessing to be able to bring Gordon back alive.

After visiting Gordon, Vodka went back and reported the visit to Gin.

Gin didn't say anything about this. After lighting the cigarette in his hand, he warned Vodka:

"Remember this lesson, don't mess with Whiskey."

Vodka kept nodding his head and almost swore to the sky at his eldest brother.

Rum naturally didn't miss the news that Gordon had become a cripple. If he hadn't been too busy with the things at hand, he would have ridiculed Gin.

However, before finding the opportunity, Rum was caught off guard and received bad news.

Fugana is dead.