Humanoid Arsenal Development Program

Too tired... Igarashi sighed deeply, and finally worked overtime to finish allocating and dispatching the management, important materials and instruments should be packaged and taken away, what should be transferred, what should be destroyed, what should be sold sell as soon as possible...

If he had known that his "short-term undercover" trip would turn into a long-term mission, he should not be obsessed with fishing for the momentary pleasure.

Facing the crazy surge of affairs and the gradually compressed time due to the handover, merger and expansion, he feels as if he is forced to become a spinning top and has never touched his beloved game. .

However, Igarashi tugged on the necktie casually, and now most of the handover work has been completed, and he handed over the remaining part to Aki to handle, which can be regarded as training the other party's abilities other than force.The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the wine glass in hand reflected the coquettish cold light.

A shadow suddenly covered the table, the man raised his eyes, and saw a silver-haired woman in a wide sun hat sitting down.

He chuckled, holding the silver knife elegantly with his fingers, and slowly cut the steak: "Long time no see, Belmode."

"The organization has been destroyed, and I'm not Belmode anymore." Sharon Wynyard stared at the man in front of him who had recovered his identity, and met the pair of maroon pupils that seemed to be soaked with time At that time, she couldn't help but said, "It seems that there is indeed a reason for your refusal to take off your glasses."

Such eye pupils are indeed hard to forget after seeing them.Igarashi squeezed a fork and stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, as if he didn't respond to the other's words.

"I really didn't expect you to come back." The steak made of high-grade beef is mixed with a hint of fruity wood, as if dancing on the taste buds.Sharon Wynyard laughed back angrily. She raised her hand and took the wine glass from Igarashi's hand, "It's really thanks to you, Igarashi-kun, the intelligence chief of the port mafia."

From the very beginning, she noticed all kinds of strange things called 'Long Island Iced Tea', but no matter how she searched at that time, she couldn't find out his origin.Until some time ago, when they received the order from the Boss asking them to sneak into Yokohama, she got the information from this person, but she was not deceived, but she had already known how dangerous Yokohama is, and she slipped decisively first.

Sure enough, when she fled to England, she got the news of the organization's collapse.Although it wasn't the silver bullet she expected, she also learned that the executor of this operation was the port mafia, so the real force of 'Long Island Iced Tea' was ready to be revealed.

Originally, she didn't want to come back, but according to the intelligence network in Tokyo that hadn't given up, she was first told that Shirley had gone to Yokohama. Seeing that at this time, she could still sit still a little bit, but she was frequently found around the Mori office. Belmode didn't know that this was a cover to lure her back.

But she was afraid of what the other party would do to her Angel, so she was forced to come back.

Anyway, the organization has been destroyed, and her life has no necessary value.Sharon thought calmly.

"Isn't it because of your behavior that I had to come back?" Sharon said with a sneer, "Otherwise, how could it be so easy for me to find your trace."

Igarashi looked at her calmly, the disguise mask was no longer needed, he showed a faint smile: "As expected of the Witch with Thousand Faces, she is responsible for the intelligence in the organization."

Sharon stared at the man who had taken off his disguise in front of her. She raised her eyebrows and then showed her best seductive smile: "So, what does the port mafia want me to do? Or are you also interested in the immortal man?" Secretly interested?"

"Immortal, I'm not interested in that kind of thing." Igarashi sneered, and tapped his fingers on the table lightly, "Sharon Wynyard. Oh no, Chrissy Wynyard."

"You might as well just be Chrissy Wynyard."

"What did you say?!" She frowned suddenly, Igarashi was cutting the steak unhurriedly, the bright red tomato juice stained the silver blade, "literally."

He narrowed his eyes meaningfully: "This is the contract that our port mafia wants to sign with 'Chris Wynyard'."

He believed that the other party would agree, Igarashi drank the wine in the goblet slowly, the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass reflected the light in his eyes.He admitted that he was really reluctant to part with such a talent as the other party, but he was very afraid of this woman who always betrayed her.And the eldest lady just hit the red heart with one word.

"Then let her continue to be her star actress?" The girl in Yokohama slowly tasted the small cake of afternoon tea with a soft expression, "Let her sign a contract with the performing arts company under the organization. I believe that an American Famous movie stars already make enough money."

"What do you think, Chrissy Wynyard?" Igarashi smiled slowly and stared at the woman in front of her. She carefully reviewed the contract and made sure that she wanted to use her fame and acting skills to obtain financial benefits. There is nothing left to ask for after profit.

"If you promise, we can evacuate those personnel, as long as there is no absolute conflict with us, the Angle you miss will not have any intersection with us." Igarashi didn't seem to be in a hurry, he had picked up the knife again and continued to eat , "All your records in the organization have been retrieved. If you agree, I can promise to destroy all your past identity information."

She was secretly trembling, but this kind of contract had to be said that she didn't have any disgust. She could become the real Chrissy Wynyard, and completely separated from the past Belmode.

This was a future she had never imagined before, like a dream.

"I promise."

"Sure enough, you will indeed come here."

The slightly curly black-haired man turned his head when he heard the words, and saw the girl in the cloak pull back the hood that covered her forehead, revealing that delicate face that looked like it was carved from white porcelain.

"Give me a Coke." He was obviously used to drinking black tea, but Konno Nagi would order a Coke every time he came here, "I want a bigger ice hockey ball."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The face of the bartender was still calm, Konno Nagi jumped and sat on the high chair as she did countless times in the past, and now her legs could barely touch the ground.Konno Nagi rested her chin and looked at the smiling man next to her, "Why, what did you order?"

"Would you like to try Nagi-chan?" Osamu Dazai smiled and handed over his wine glass. Nagi Konno looked at it, and the liquid in the glass reflected amber light under the warm yellow halo, "Whisky?"

"Yes, although I would rather have a glass of apple juice." Osamu Dazai shook his head helplessly, and Nagi Konno chuckled, "Why, don't order that whiskey with detergent?"