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Chacha asked Renye Karasuma to keep Kara by her side, and also allowed her to bring the child to the Rose Mansion to raise her.

After arranging this matter, Chacha went out with Barcelo to carry out the mission.

Their mission this time is to kill a high-ranking government official. The main task force is Barceló, while Chacha is in charge of intelligence collection and judging whether the plan needs to be adjusted based on the intelligence.

Of course, for Chacha, the only thing to do is to confirm the target.

Someone who can be killed by throwing a small stone at will is really not worth his too much thought.

But considering that his partner is still a poor person with a scientific worldview that can justify himself.

Chacha still squatted with him in the best sniper position.

... I really don't know what that high-ranking official has done.

Barcelo squatted high and assembled his sniper/gun, and turned his head to see Cider sitting ostentatiously on the edge of the protective railing, shaking his legs leisurely.

The red cloak he was wearing was fluttering in the blowing wind, flaunting his presence.

Barcelo sighed with a headache, the movement of assembling the sniper/gun in his hand was still steady and smooth, but his thoughts drifted to a subtle direction.

Thinking about it carefully, this high-level executive whose code name is cider seems to be easy to catch.

If I find a chance to go on a mission with him again, can I use some loopholes to catch him back and interrogate him to get some information.

His thoughts wandered off.

Yes, there is nothing wrong.

Just as the intelligence revealed by this idea, Barcelo is a spy lurking in the organization.

It was the Japanese police who sent him here, and the reason for picking him was that he seemed to be a very capable and calm person, regardless of his strength or appearance.

...If one of his bosses can learn to read minds, he may not think so.

Barcelo rolled his eyes at his unreliable boss in his heart, took a sneak peek at Cider who started laughing again for some reason, and aimed the scope at the target in a hidden place.

The instructor said to aim for the nose.

He took a deep breath and waited for the cider instructions.

"There will be no problem, Barcelo." Apple Cider said calmly, and a remote control suddenly appeared in his hand, "If it doesn't work, just blow it up with a nuclear bomb."

"It's bound to create some very interesting confusion."

Barcelo: "...?"

"I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding." Apple Cider put away the remote control, "According to my observation, it will rain heavily in this area in about 13 minutes." He forcefully put his sniper/gun The mouth was adjusted to a position that was out of reach, "Keep this posture and don't move, and pull the trigger immediately when you hear my clapping."

Barcelo: "...Huh?"

He immediately recalled what Rum had said to him before: "No matter what Cider says during the mission, just do it."

Then he nodded silently.

From his point of view, it might be better to fail the mission this time, and he can also take people halfway back to the police for investigation. If Apple Cider can be more peaceful and cooperative during the whole process, it is not impossible to apply for him A bit of a tainted witness...

"Pfft."

The black-haired young man leaned forward and back while leaning on the railing.

So, so, why is the cider guy laughing again?

Did you see something interesting?

Barceló ignored the cider and turned his attention back to the dignitaries.

He waited silently for the signal from his partner to clap.

One drop, two drops, three drops.

The cold rain was dripping down.

...It actually rained.

Barcelo noticed that the people around the senior official had already opened the umbrella for him.

Isn't this a total failure.

Just when he thought so.

"Snapped."

There was a crisp and abrupt clapping sound.

He thought he regretted that he would miss the fleeting opportunity because of a short distraction, but his body subconsciously pulled the trigger.

The bullet pierced the rain curtain and drew a beautiful white line in midair.

This white line passes through the crystal clear raindrops, through the gap between buildings and shrubs, and through an unknown purple flower in the garden made up of umbrellas.

The unknown purple flower was stained with blood.

He stopped holding the trigger, looking a little dazed.

...Why, I will be able to react?

His pupils dilated slightly.

...Wait, it was the same before.Why, subconsciously, did I think about applying for a tainted witness for him?

It was just the second meeting.

Why, would you trust him so naturally to follow his orders?So it is natural to find a way out for the other party?

"Great job, Barcelo." He heard Cider's lazy voice next to his ear, "Do you want to consider being my subordinate? Maybe you can get some useful information from me, right? "

"...Master Apple Cider, what are you talking about." Barcelo heard his unusually calm voice, "This joke of yours is not funny at all."

Cider laughed again.

He really likes to laugh, but compared to the previous ones, this one gave Barcelo a strange sense of danger.

Although the previous smile was inexplicable, at least it was subtle and kind because of its truth.

But this time the smile only gave him the feeling that he was being targeted by something terrible.

Those transparent and indifferent dark red eyes that see through everything also made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave when he was still holding a trace of luck.

"I hate people lying to me. The next time you encounter something you don't want to say, remember to keep silent.... Guess what, if I say you are an undercover agent now, will the boss believe me or kill you?"

When Apple Cider spoke, he obviously wasn't looking at Barceló, but from the void above, there came a certain existence that was staring maliciously at the person named Barceló.

He just opened his mouth to refute, but he closed it obediently in aggrieved manner.

He remained silent—even if that only seemed to acquiesce to the other's judgment.The intuition that allowed him to walk so smoothly on the undercover road for these years is crazily warning him: If you keep silent, there may not be any bad consequences, but if you don't keep silent, you will definitely die.

Taking a step back, it doesn't matter whether the boss chooses to believe in cider or kills Barceló.

...Don't they all end up with the same death in the end? !

Malicious sight in the void has been retracted.

Cider laughed again, this time for real.He extended the invitation again:

"Do you want to consider being my subordinate?"

He actually used interrogative sentences to me, do I still have the right to refuse?

Barceló complained.

"Of course." Cider said with a smile, "But I still suggest that you accept it as straightforwardly as possible, because if you refuse me, you will always be my enemy in the future. I don't recommend becoming an enemy with me."

Isn't this kind of saying that there is no right to refuse in disguise?

"I understand." Barcelo bowed his head obediently and obediently, "...Please continue to teach me more in the future, Mr. Apple Cider."

Looking down and seeing the ground completely soaked by the rain, he slowly realized the most important thing: He had stood in the rain for so long, yet his whole body was not wet by the rain at all.

It was as if some supernatural power had formed a transparent cover, separating him from the rain.

supernatural powers...

Speaking of which, he was clearly slandering secretly in his heart just now, so Apple Cider answered him directly, right?

Think back to the old days, when cider laughed.

...I seem to be thinking about something, maybe a little impolite...

Barceló looked at Cider, whose smile grew wider as he had this thought.

Somehow, he managed to taste a bit of 'you finally found out' and 'you're not too stupid' from it.

"Bacelo." Then, Apple Cider said in a tone that was so gentle that it almost made his hair stand on end, "don't control your thoughts, don't even think about leaving this organization, bring me more fun .”

"As long as you can make me feel interesting, I can give you anything you want."

It's exactly the tone of an unscrupulous owner coaxing a child to coax a pet.

But after hearing these words, what emerged in his heart was a strange sense of peace that the dust had settled.

...Isn't it impossible to escape at all?

Human psychology is like this. At the beginning of fear, we will try our best to get rid of the source of fear, but when this inescapable fear proves to be harmless under certain conditions, we will only try our best to cater to it. With that condition, there is even a psychological dependence on the source of the fear.

This psychology is also the source of Stockholm Syndrome.

When he was thinking wildly, Chacha was staring at him with her cheek on one side.

"These two guys I picked are totally useless." Chacha complained to the system helplessly, "Kara, who harbors hatred for the organization, has no interest in subverting the organization. With such a good opportunity to make a wish, she only wants to raise her daughter. Run Barcelo, who came in as an undercover agent, obviously faced the best channel to obtain information simply and straightforwardly, but he still hasn’t taken my words seriously until now.”

The system replied after a while: "I think this is your problem."

"Haven't I always been friendly to them?" Chacha couldn't believe it. "Is there anyone who is friendlier than me?"

"...If your friendliness refers to turning Ms. Carla into a golden rose, causing Mr. Barceló's world view to collapse, and suffering from Stockholm Syndrome in disguise." The system pointed out sharply, "That is indeed very friendly."

"It's just a little, a little bit of playing with them." Chacha said bluntly and confidently, "It is unforgivable to deprive me of the right to play around."

It took a while for the system to reply: "Yes, yes."

"System-chan, you seem to have been very busy recently." Chacha blinked, "It's really troublesome for me to deal with the gods—or it's better to call it world consciousness."

"I'm used to it...?" The system's mechanical voice revealed a little embarrassment, "Wait, wait, why do you know such a thing?!"

"Really?" Chacha's tone changed to that of Mizuna Yuemian, "Not really, it's just that when using this identity, I deliberately sensed the source of the incongruity that I discovered before, and I sensed it there. It has a power similar to that of a god, so I made a reasonable guess based on the information given by Mr. Nanshan before contacting him.”

system:"……"

"Not being discovered by others doesn't mean not being discovered by other 'people', right? "Mizuna Tsukimian speculated, "It's just that you can't be discovered by the world consciousness. But for some reason, you can't take the initiative to mention the existence of the world consciousness. It’s hard to pretend to be yourself all the time. Especially when you face yourself, no matter how well you played before, you will unconsciously relax and reveal your flaws.”

system:"…………"

"This can also explain why the previous hosts have never been able to succeed." After getting the answer from the system's silence, Chacha nodded to confirm her thoughts, "In order to make them wake up, the system, you have also made a series of efforts Right. For example, let the character card have certain personality defects that cannot be directly rewritten, and let the character card be directly used as an NPC activity according to the background setting.”

"If you really only need to act in front of outsiders, this kind of inexplicable setting will become an obstacle... This is also a small detail that supports my guess. Of course, no matter how good a detective is, there will be wrong reasoning, and I don't think so. My guess is completely valid, but I think there is always a little bit closer to the correct answer."

The system was uncharacteristically silent.

"Until I fully deduce the truth, I still have to continue to ask you, the system." After saying this, Mizuna Yuemian seamlessly switched back to Chacha's tone, "But, to be honest, I chose Can these two subordinates really persist until 40 years later? I am afraid that if I am unhappy, I will be forced to destroy the organization and form a closed loop of fate.”

"Chacha's character is indeed a problem." Leaving that sensitive topic, the system returned to its original state, "What kind of subordinate do you need?"

Chacha asked uncertainly, "Even if he knows what's wrong with me, he can still treat me with a normal heart and even dare to complain about me?"

"I don't think I can find it." The system suggested sincerely, "Or you can just find a card with this character."

It flipped through the character cards that had already been drawn: "It was drawn with Chichie Fengyin before, and there was another card named Bai Chuanmo, his personality fits your requirements, and coincidentally, he is also a hacker. "

Thinking that the organization seems to be looking for programmers in the future, Cha Cha Miao replied: "That's him, but it's not the right time for him to appear."

The conversation between Chacha and the system came to an end temporarily, and Barcelo finally got his mood together, ignoring the group of policemen who obviously searched for this but didn't seem to see the two of them at all:

"...Let's go back, Lord Cider."

The author has something to say: Barcelo: Let me ask, that nuclear bomb or something...

Chacha: It’s true (laughs)

Chacha: Is there anyone friendlier than me in this world? ! (Chacha Shocked.jpg

system:……

Carla: ...

Barcelo: ...