Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

Ignoring Champagne and the Duke's request to meet, Karasuma Sonobu stood alone on the rocks on the shore of Tokyo Bay for a long time.

It wasn't until the late summer wind carried the water vapor from Tokyo Bay that the hair on the side of the ear was blown up, and the waves hit the rocks and wet a piece of trouser legs enthusiastically, Karasuma Sonobu turned around and left.

There is no moon tonight, and not even the stars are visible. Under the street lights, a long figure disappears step by step along the steps on the shore and disappears at the end of the road.

Back in the car, Karasuma Sonobu did not start the car immediately. Instead, he relaxed his body, leaned his back on the backrest of the driver's seat, and let his thoughts go.

He left in a very embarrassed state that year. Although he was already seriously injured, after undergoing the engraving ceremony of the ban, he was put on a plane flying abroad that night.

When the injury got better and he initially got rid of the physical restrictions that were similar to imprisonment, and came into contact with electronic devices, the remaining traces of the destruction of his brother Kiranmaru's ashes had been cleaned up by Rum.

Even with a killer weapon like artificial intelligence in hand, he still didn't know where Kiranmaru's ashes were randomly scattered.

The members of the organization who handled this matter returned to the embrace of the goddess of the underworld on the night they completed their tasks, leaving no trace of their bodies.

The only thing he could comfort himself with was that his mother didn't know about it, and she didn't know that there was an empty shell under the tombstone that he saw every month.

If there was wind at that time, maybe the wind would take Kiranmaru back to the land of Kanagawa; if there was water, maybe the water would take him to the small river near his home.

Karasuma Sonobu, who abandoned the theory of gods and ghosts and hated the mysterious side, suppressed the unrealistic fantasy in his heart, looked at the time on his phone, and pressed the start button of the car.

As the dashboard and headlights turned on, the car's engine also began its long-awaited work.

Turning his head and glancing at the Tokyo Bay outside the car window again, Karasuma Sonobu stepped on the accelerator, and with the roar of the engine, a black sports car quickly left the place and drove towards the center of Tokyo.

The investigation process of the bombing case was like a ball of wool that was rolled around by a cat. After searching for a long time, I still couldn't find the well-hidden thread.

The Duke looked at the series of actions of Champagne coldly. Thinking of Whiskey who had not received any reply for a long time, he became obviously impatient.

Pastis regained consciousness yesterday afternoon, but it was obviously not much different from when he was in a coma.

After a round of questioning, except that the people who attacked the base were well-trained, very skilled, and had extremely high tacit cooperation and tactical literacy, they basically didn’t know anything about the identity clues and clues about the mole.

Other members who escaped from the main base of Laboratory 4 can also tell this bit of information.

Regarding this, Champagne, who took the time to go to the hospital under the organization's name to take a look at Fenxiang, was extremely skeptical:

Did Fenxiang's brain get damaged in the explosion that day? Otherwise, why didn't he remember any useful information?

With Fenxiang's abilities on par with him, there was no way he wouldn't have captured any useful information.

However, Fenxiang, who felt that she was awake and thinking clearly, just thought that Champagne was taking the opportunity to ridicule, and the two broke up in the ward on bad terms.

"I'm going to see the fennel."

After hearing the Duke's words, Champagne looked up at the Duke in surprise, and then suddenly realized something:

"You mean, there is someone from the mysterious side meddling this time?"

The Duke didn't explain much and just nodded slightly.

Not long after, Fenxiang received another visitor in her ward, and with him came a person who made Fenxiang very afraid.

Fenxiang, who had a warm temperament and was ruthless, had just said hello to the Duke. Before he could ask in a sinister tone what the big deal was about the champagne leaving and returning, he saw the cold-faced Duke showing a strange smile.

"interesting."

The Duke took a few steps forward and looked at the fennel carefully. The aura of irritation and anger that he originally carried around him was reduced a lot.

In the past two days, anyone's eyes could look like they were looking at an inanimate object. At this moment, they became alive because of that trace of interest.

Upon seeing this, Fenxiang immediately swallowed back what he was going to say to the champagne.

Late at night, pig-killing screams came from the quiet single ward.

Holding down the pig with one hand, oh no, holding down the fierce struggle of Fennel with the other hand, Champagne listened to the screams that seemed to break the eardrums, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised in pleasure.

Seeing this scene, the Duke, who had just poured the special medicine into Fenxiang's mouth, carefully wiped his hands with a disinfectant paper towel and silently moved two steps to the side.

I can’t tell, is Champagne still this kind of person?

He was given a mouthful of unknown medicine, and the smell of the rag that had been wiped with vomit and soaked in a swill bucket for three days and three nights still lingers in his mouth.

Fenxiang felt the sharp pain that was gradually fading away, like peeling skin and bone bruises, and felt as if she had wandered around in a large circle in hell.

Noticing the slowed down struggle of his men, Champagne met Fennel's focused gaze and glared fiercely at him. While saying sorry, he let go of his hand and stepped back to the Duke's side.

"How do you feel now?"

Fenxiang stood up, feeling that her mind was clearer than ever before, and some memories that had been obscured and replaced by mysterious abilities also emerged.

However, he did not immediately reply to the Duke's question after he stood up. Instead, he rushed to the trash can by the wall.

I vomited heartbreakingly for a long time.

After a long while, he straightened up with a weak look on his face, walked to the bedside, poured himself a glass of water, drank it, and recounted what he had experienced at the experimental base that day.

The enemy sneaked in around one o'clock in the morning, and the person they found was not the inner sentry, but a strong black dog that had been brought in two days ago.

When he realized that a foreign enemy had infiltrated, Fenxiang, who was staying at the experimental base for a mission, immediately took over the command with his own authority.

While facing the enemy, arrange for the evacuation of important researchers and research materials.

Of course, he didn't forget to ask for help from Gin and others, but he didn't succeed.

"It seems that we were well prepared, and we even set up a signal blocking device to prevent you from contacting the outside world."

But it is not an easy task to block the organization's private communication signals.

After hearing the first forgotten point, Champagne's suspicion tilted towards whiskey again.

Fenxiang nodded and continued.

Realizing that the communication signal was blocked, he immediately led a team of people in the direction of the database, and then saw that the previously closed door to the database was now open.

A man in a white coat suddenly ran out in a panic.

"I thought it was a researcher from the organization, but as soon as I stepped forward, the other person ran away very quickly."

Speaking of this, the Duke suddenly interjected:

"You should have followed. Do you still remember the other person's face?"

Fenxiang shook his head:

"I followed him, but I couldn't remember his face. Another group of enemies came out from behind to block him, so I couldn't catch him in the end."

Hearing this, the interest in the Duke's eyes became even stronger:

"It seems that this mysterious colleague is quite powerful."

The second point of forgetfulness appeared, but Champagne quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that this matter has nothing to do with whiskey.

Members of the organization, even if they don't know that there are three prohibitions on whiskey, they also know that whiskey has special abilities and bloodline for people like the mysterious side.

It was so disgusting that I wished I could kill every one of them.

In the past, those members of organizations with mysterious abilities were quite active. Even if they disappeared, it did not affect the spread of their various reputations in the organization.

This innate blood power makes a considerable number of them, when facing other members of the organization who are just ordinary people, always reveal an overt or covert arrogance from their bones.

Even when facing organizational elites like Gin and Champagne who are outstanding, promoted very quickly, and attract high-level attention and attention, there will be no exception.

But soon, their nightmare came quietly.

After Whiskey, who was originally thought to be a well-connected person, gained a foothold in the organization, he began to make no secret of his targeting of the mysterious members of the organization.

In just six months, three members died during the mission and five members were seriously injured.

A year later, Bosio, the most famous top illusionist, became a madman who could never be cured as a direct result of a mission.

His eyes, which were one of the mediums of illusion, were dug out by someone, and then they were slowly crushed with their feet less than half a meter away from him.

The day after the incident occurred, a notice with the seal of the direct team and the personal seal of the gentleman appeared on the homepage of the mission forum.

It contains details of the order issued by the gentleman himself, severely punishing whiskey.

There was a lot of discussion about this in the gossip forum, and then someone said that Bosio would cower in the corner and tremble when he heard the code name Whiskey.

At this time, they realized that all the casualties in the past year were caused by Whiskey.

Since then, those members of the organization who possess mysterious blood abilities, were domineering and very active in the past, have always shunned whiskey.

While reducing activity, it also minimizes one's presence in the organization.

Everyone could see that although Mr. Whiskey's punishment was severe, it was not fatal.

Monsieur undoubtedly valued whiskey more than those who died, and those like Bosio who were seriously injured and could not recover.

When Whiskey recovers from his injuries, he might continue to kill.

Even if the husband explicitly prohibits it, who doesn’t know that Whiskey is good at playing dirty tricks behind his back?

Even if he really killed them, he wouldn't let the whiskey cost his life.

With such a transparent idea, for a while, there was almost no trace of the activities of the mysterious side members in the organization, and everyone turned into standard mysticism.

For a long time, these people felt that there was always a murderous aura lingering behind them, whether they were doing tasks or in their daily lives.

I am always on tenterhooks and wish I could sleep with one eye open in the middle of the night.

The fear of whiskey in my heart has risen to a peak that no one can match as time goes by.

Even gin, as a scavenger, can only be ranked behind whiskey.

After all, in the absence of evidence that the other party is a traitor or an undercover agent, Gin will still follow the rule that Codename members cannot kill each other.

At most, it's because of the suspicion that can never stop in my heart, and I threaten you from time to time.

And Whiskey is obviously a master who does whatever he wants and is more willful than anyone else.

It was impossible for Whiskey, who was a member of the organization, not to know this rule, but he still attacked members of the organization one after another.

Under Mr.'s obvious bias, who dares to bet that Whiskey will not continue to take action after being punished.

If you win the bet, life will go on as usual, but if you lose the bet, you will lose your life.

As for counterattack, I'm sorry, the whereabouts of Whiskey have always been extremely secretive. Let's not say whether it can be found. Even if it is found, it is still unknown whether it can be won. To what extent it is won, it will also bring different consequences.

When someone is injured, 90% of the time they recover, they turn around and fight back. Looking at Whiskey's glorious record and ruthless tactics, it's obvious that he's not going to be kind.

To kill someone, given how much Mr. Whiskey valued him, Mr. Whiskey would probably have just died with his front legs, and Mr. Sir would be able to send the person who did it to him for burial with his back legs.

This is still a winnable situation.

If he loses, he will be a dish served directly to Whiskey, and his death will be in vain.

After one of them took advantage of the whiskey being punished and was seriously injured, the leading bird who tried to fight back died without any bones, but the gentleman did not say anything.

Naturally, none of the remaining people wanted to be the dish that was automatically brought to Whiskey's mouth.

Therefore, the spirit of resistance was extinguished by Whiskey's cruel methods, and the members who just wanted to save their lives secretly formed a group while hiding their traces more closely.

It wasn't until they checked in in the private survival group for six months and found that no one of their colleagues had been injured or killed in an accident that they felt completely relieved.

Then within two months, the destruction of the church directly dealt a blow to this group of people.

Looking at the discussion on the forum about church casualty data and whiskey, many members secretly cried behind their backs.

Since then, whiskey has completely become unspeakable in gossip forums, and those members of the organization with mysterious abilities seem to have disappeared from the organization.

There is a joke in the organization that goes like this, if you meet a group of unfamiliar organization members during a joint mission.

So when you mention whiskey, those people with distorted faces and no obvious shivers must be members with mysterious abilities and bloodlines.

From Champagne's point of view, even if Whiskey cooperated with the police to blow up the experimental base, it was impossible for him to cooperate with the mysterious people.

Of course, this does not mean that Champagne really thinks that Whiskey has the possibility of cooperating with the police.

Instead, an impossible thing was used as a comparison to highlight the outrageousness of Whiskey's cooperation with the mysterious side members.

After all, he knew very well how whiskey entered the organization back then, and he had tasted the feeling of being betrayed by a relative who was considered a close relative.

Whiskey would never have any emotional trust in anyone in his life.

The entire police force was not angered by Kenjiro Sanada's betrayal, mainly because his hatred for the organization came first and because his mother Yuki Sanada is still a police officer.

Champagne thought so, and then heard Fenxiang say the third forgetting point.