put on my white vest

Leading Fight No.20 for five days.

Ango Sakaguchi's eyes mechanized one document after another, logistics processing, equipment application, personnel death, personnel death, personnel death...

Personnel died.

In the chaotic Yokohama, even a behemoth like the port/mafia/hand gang cannot get out of the melee. Colleagues who complained in the cafeteria yesterday that there was no salt in the food will become a centimeter-long black ink mark on the document today. Nowhere is this more apparent than in the assassination squads he worked for.

Assassination, if it is successful, continue to breathe, if it is unsuccessful, [-]% of it will be death.

Even the boss Gin, who is always calm and unhurried, has not shown up for more than 20 days. The organization said that he was sent to Europe to negotiate important supply matters, but Sakaguchi Angobi was mostly deceived at once. The idiots have a lot more minds.

At this point in time, the most dangerous and urgent task that can keep Gin from getting away must be the highest priority task. Although I don't know what it is, it is definitely not a simple matter like negotiation.

If one day he saw the image of that silver-haired man among the broken relics he sent... If even such a guy hadn't lived through this period, then this Yokohama must have become horribly chaotic.

Still hope it doesn't get better.

The young man with round-rimmed glasses took a sip of coffee, the bitter coffee was no longer warm, but the ingestion of milk still cheered him up.

Ango Sakaguchi used his abilities to extract information about his colleagues from their blood-stained relics, and recorded these cold lives on the same cold white paper. This is an epitaph of their lives.

After a long time, he finally finished today's work.

'I hope that the bloody period like Yokohama will pass quickly. '

'May this city find peace. '

Having made such a beautiful wish, Ango Sakaguchi, an undercover agent from the Supernatural Secret Service Division, dragged his tired body towards the short sleep that would allow the gangsters to rest.

**

The silver-haired cadre who is occasionally missed by his subordinates has been working as a tool in the Takase Club for more than half a month.

During this week, physical fitness test, intelligence test, blood draw, cell collection... In the eyes of others, he is like a fragile child who pretends to be self-willed. He can play childish temper with Kobayashi Sanchuan but will obediently cooperate with all experiments.

But those days of leisure are probably coming to an end.

The research encountered a bottleneck after reaching a breakthrough. Kobayashi Mikawa and his team are still not as professional as the world-renowned black organization in terms of setting.

Well, this can be seen from the fact that there are no undercover agents from various countries in the Takase Club. Compared with the fake wine in the winery, there is more than one...

Ahem... off topic.

In short, the stagnant progress made the leader of the Takase Society very upset. This kind of beauty that is clearly close at hand but out of reach is really too tormenting.

If it weren't for the fact that the experiment at this stage still needs a healthy and intact experimental subject, the leader would probably be ready to eat the gin directly.

Physically eat.

Although the dark plot of eating Tang monk meat has not been realized, more and more blood has been taken out of the silver-haired boy these days. It seems that Kobayashi Mikawa wants to extract from the blood with a strong drug reaction that can temporarily have a young effect on cells. substance.

"Really, have you forgotten that I'm just an eight-year-old kid now..." The weak, pitiful and helpless experimental subject was dissatisfied with eating his blood enrichment meal, and smashed the fish meat with a fork.

Now it doesn't look like black and white, it has become reasonable self-defense.

The security in the building has been strengthened these days, and his guards have not relaxed at all, which shows that the overall situation of the Takase Association is already very tense, and everyone is tense and may break at any time.

For Gin, it is probably similar to the whistle before the finale.

The silver-haired killer finished his dinner, and continued to act obediently as an obedient experimental subject.

Until now, only the leader and core researchers of the Takase Society know of his existence. Less than five people combined, and the rest of the middle and high-level people probably only heard about "recently there is an extra project in the laboratory as usual" and "what does the leader care about recently?" things' right.

Even if there are secret insiders besides these few people... Anyway, Hong Kong/Black will not let the remnants of the Takase Society live long after the destruction, will they?

Today's experiment was over, and he returned to his temporary room under the surveillance of the researchers.

It is said to be a room, but the roof is actually full of cameras monitoring his physical condition. If he wants to defy the research, the researchers will take coercive measures against him.

So the guinea pigs have no human rights.

However, they never imagined that the experimental subjects who were body-searched every day could take out dangerous items from the system mall at any time, and even a chip from the black organization from another world had quietly come into contact with the laboratory's computer network.

'It's almost over, if it goes well, it will take about a day or two. ' The silver-haired boy lay on the iron bed and thought.

The clock went to midnight, he turned on the mini map, and it was time for Oda Sakunosuke to deliver the message.

On this day, the green fluorescent dots kept moving, and the drawn letters formed a short word——

'DONE'

is it?

The weak and helpless silver-haired experimental subject showed a satisfied sneer, and then...

Ready to net.

**

three days ago.

"What's going on recently, there are a lot more shifts than before, so there is no time to rest at all..."

"Don't complain, the whole of Yokohama is not peaceful recently, and those of us who are stationed at the headquarters are lucky."

"Yeah, I heard that many organizations have entered into a big melee... If you are sent out, you don't know how you will die!"

At the gate of the headquarters building of the Takase Society, several security personnel were talking in low voices. The tense atmosphere pervaded the entire city, and even ordinary civilians could smell the lingering bloody smell in the air.

Under such circumstances, it is reasonable for Takase Club headquarters to strengthen security, but the current degree of strengthening...is still a bit exaggerated.

Not only the outside of the building, but also many important departments inside have sent additional manpower to patrol back and forth. This is especially complicated when there are many high-tech checkpoints and patrolling supernatural powers outside the headquarters.

The senior patted the newcomer on the shoulder and reminded: "Okay, there are some things we can't guess randomly, just stand on your post."

The newcomer nodded in embarrassment, straightened his chest and straightened his posture: "Yes, senior!"

The top floor of the Takase Club headquarters building, inside the chief's office.

The old man with wilting and gray hair was lying sickly on the hospital bed, and there were still traces of water-dripping needles on his hands. He tried hard to look through the recent work papers, and signed trembling names on these papers that had been corrected for half his life.

After a while, the old leader put down his pen and summoned his subordinates outside the door.

"Ahem... Is that person from the Port Mafia/Hand Party still on the hunt?"

"Yes, boss. Oda Sakunosuke has found the transport truck we drove that day."

The tired old man rubbed the sore corners of his eyes: "What's the attitude over there?"

The subordinate in the black suit hesitated for a while: "His attitude is not radical, it seems that he is willing to negotiate with us."

"...Really, I see." The old man pondered for a while, and then, like a dilapidated bellows with only embers left, he made the final decision with a hoarse voice.

"Bring him to me next time."

one day ago.

The setting sun fell on the turbid sea, cut mercilessly by the ubiquitous tall buildings in Yokohama.

The sand and gravel on the ground were soaked by temperature, causing the unknown blood that had left the body to boil again. I don’t know how many people in black have fought for their interests here.

Oda Sakunosuke took his own weapons and left footprints on the rough ground step by step.

A few steps into the corroded rusty iron gate, he carried a password box in his hand.

The object of the negotiation was obviously organized, and their division of labor was well organized. They had been waiting there early in the morning. When they saw him coming, they hurriedly greeted him politely.

Chess players are on the table, and the two sides look at each other.

"Mr. Oda, Takase will be willing to offer a price that your organization cannot refuse."

"The Port Mafia does not lack this number, and you must know it."

"And what about these industries?"

"Same."

"Mr. Oda," the man in black on the opposite side showed a cold and threatening look, "With all due respect, you and your employer seem to be a bit too greedy."

The red-haired man sneered imitating the appearance in his memory.

"Ah."

"I don't know who is being promoted, so I don't need to say more."

"Or is it that Takase intends to openly make an enemy of Hong Kong/Black for a little profit?"

Oda Sakunosuke controlled his expression, took out the killer pie that he had discarded a few years ago after a long absence, leaned on the chair with his legs crossed, and played with the dangerous weapon lightly with both hands.

"The port mafia is not afraid of threats."

The people from the Takase Club on the opposite side really felt a little afraid of this calm attitude, they didn't expect the other party's attitude to be so tough.

The man in the black suit swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said calmly: "Then Mr. Oda...the leader, please go to our headquarters to talk."

As if rehearsing a thousand times, the red-haired man raised his chin arrogantly, and rejected the invitation with a familiar attitude.

He slightly raised the lockbox in his hand: "This is a deal, I have already given my chips, should you show your cards as well?"

The subordinate on the opposite side didn't speak any more, but instead... a whistling electronic sound came from the mini-communication device on his waist:

"As expected of Oda Sakunosuke, ahem...the hidden card of the port mafia."

The vibrating sound of the chip made the tone of the leader of the Takase Society seem a little funny, but no one present was amused.

The leader with half a foot in the ground continued: "The chips here can be exchanged at any time... Then tomorrow night, Takase will wait for your Excellency's arrival."

The red-haired killer nodded slightly, and a deal was silently concluded.

The men in black who were confronting him also bowed politely, and respectfully left the abandoned warehouse that was the place of negotiation.

That night, Oda Sakunosuke flicked his tail and returned to the safe house.

There is a stack of books on the table in the house, and the cover can be vaguely seen to be similar to "Acting...Cultivation..." and "Actor...Training", and the side is full of meticulous notes. The look of a good student who has worked hard.

The red-haired man checked the time and slowly stepped on a big sign in the safe house.

——'DONE'.