Reconstructing the three-quarter concept in the world of science

[Leader, there is an email from the organization in black, and I want to meet with the head. 】

Mark Twain's voice from the control room came over the loudspeakers in the cabin.

Fitzgerald stood in front of the window of the Beluga cabin, holding the glass of red wine with three fingers, gently shaking the translucent purplish red and black wine in the glass, and heard the words from the loudspeaker, The corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"finally come."

Fitzgerald showed the long-awaited look with a little excitement, and replied: "Tell them, if they come for the "book", don't even think about it, I will not give the "book" to anyone .If they want, just take out something that can impress me, and find a way to board the Beluga and stand in front of me!"

A woman in a plush cloak walked to him holding the documents, and pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose worriedly, "Master Francis, is this really all right?"

Obviously the "book" is not in their hands...

Will the "book" promised by Osamu Dazai really be given to them?

"Osamu Dazai has already used himself to prove the authenticity of the 'book', just knowing this, we are not at a loss."

Fitzgerald didn't think it was a big deal.Even if Osamu Dazai didn't give them the page of the "book" he held in his hand as promised, at least he told them the information that can confirm the authenticity of a page of the "book" in his hands.If Osamu Dazai doesn't want to fulfill his promise, they can naturally use other methods to take away the "book" in his hand.

As long as there is a definite goal, they can naturally use their own means to get it.

Soon, there was a new call from the control room: [Leader, they have another message.They said they wanted to study the "book", they said they knew that we only had one page here, and asked us if we wanted to copy that page of the "book", they have an experienced research team, if we can copy it, we can use the "book" Do more things without worrying that the "book" will be used up. 】

After the narration, Mark Twain's voice also became a little excited: [Leader, do we have "books" in our hands?When did this happen? 】

"It's not in our hands yet, but it's coming soon." Fitzgerald said generously, "When we complete the transaction, the 'book' will be in our hands."

【The "book" really exists...】Mark Twain sighed, 【Does the leader know where the "book" is? 】

"Of course." Fitzgerald drank the red wine in his glass, "If we give up what we really need to give up, we will be able to win."

"Send an email to the organization in black—if you want to see me, let their boss come to see me in person. A mere organization in black wants to show off in front of our Guild. Does he think that a crow like him is better than Fitzgerald? Is virtue more honorable!"

There was a moment of silence in the control room, and he said tactfully: [Leader, do you mean they won't come? 】As he spoke, he thought again, 【The team leader doesn't want to see him, I'll send them an email right away. 】

Fitzgerald: "..."

"Slow down!" He rubbed his forehead, "It's not that I don't see him, when you send emails, you emphasize our disdain for them, but you want them to rush to see us, understand?"

Mark Twain:【……】

I think you are trying to force others to do so :)

But what can be done?If the tasks assigned by the boss are not done well, wages will be deducted.

He replied: [...I understand. 】

>>

Under the cover of the night, Gin and Kijiro Kajii escaped from the FBI's pursuit from the woods, and reconciled with vodka.

Not long ago, he received an email from BOSS on his mobile phone, which caused Gin to fall into an inexplicable anxiety.

——About letting him drive the helicopter to the designated location to pick up the BOSS on the plane, and arrive at Tokyo Tower at [-]:[-] in the morning, where the Beluga will reveal its real body.

And he, Rum and Belmode escorted BOSS into the Moby Dick to meet with the leader of the group, Francis Fitzgerald.

How should I put it, things have not gone well these few days, but sometimes they went smoothly unexpectedly, and he always felt that there might be some kind of trap in it.Thinking of Osamu Dazai, he felt even more that there was some trap in it.

While Gin asked Vodka to drive his beloved black Porsche 356A over, he was still thinking about the email the BOSS sent him, when suddenly he found Vodka standing there without moving, with a hesitant expression on his face The one who dared to speak was shy, and suddenly said impatiently: "Why are you still standing still?"

"Brother..." Vodka lowered his head and replied cautiously: "Brother's car... when I was about to drive over...it suddenly exploded..."

Gin: "..."

He almost didn't bring it up in one breath.

The production of his antique car has long been discontinued, and he has to spend an expensive amount of money to maintain this car every year, so that his car has maintained its performance until now. Suddenly it was blown up, and Gin’s He was in a very bad mood and his face was very ugly.

"Better not let me know who did it!"

Otherwise, I must let him die a painful death! !

>>

A few hours later, at twelve o'clock in the morning, Tokyo Tower was high above the sky.

Rum, who has never shown his true face, was manipulating the helicopter in a black suit and reporting to the cabin: "It's twelve o'clock in the morning, but no other flying objects are found around."

The legendary "that adult" sitting in the cabin was wearing a suit, a hat and a mask. His age and appearance could not be seen, but he could only be seen as a man.He tapped hard on the cabin floor with his cane, and ordered: "Ask them, are they really interested in making a deal, or are they just trying to trick us?"

Soon, the group's reply reached Rum.

"There's news from the Guild that their Beluga is too big, and it's easy to attract the attention of the local police. The location is changed to the top floor of Tokyo Tower."

Rum didn't say anything, but the other party said very arrogantly in the email: Their combination is not afraid, but your black organization doesn't know.

Not only arrogant, but also look down on people.

"Suddenly changing the location, they won't set some traps, right?" Belmode brushed his long hair, and looked sideways at Gin, who was silent and cold like a statue, "Gin, what do you think?" ?”

Qin Jiu glanced at her coldly, "I think? I think, if it's the enemy, we'll get rid of them all. I don't think it's a good feeling."

The delicate Belmode looked at him thoughtfully, "Hmm... I feel like Gin is in a bad mood today."

Gin ignored her.

Although he was indeed in a bad mood today, after all, once the antique car that had accompanied him for so many years was bombed, it was unknown which bastard did it.But he is used to not showing his emotions and anger, and he will not show his displeasure on his face.

However, Belmode and him can be regarded as acquaintances in a certain sense, and they are very familiar with people's faces, so it is not surprising to find that he is in a bad mood.

That being said, except for the vodka that was always by his side, Gin had a normal relationship with everyone in the organization. Even if Belmode was an acquaintance with him, he didn't want to answer such unnecessary questions.

"Boss?"

The man stood up from the sofa with a cane, "Get ready to land. Gin, you follow me down, Rum, Vermouth, you two stay behind the helicopter, ready to respond at any time."

"Yes."

The ladder of the helicopter was lowered on the top of the Tokyo Tower, and Fitzgerald in the tower stood on the edge of the tower with his hands behind his back, overlooking the foreign city through the glass.

The sound of footsteps coming from behind did not make him turn around, and the cane hit the ground step by step behind him, making regular sounds.

Finally, the footsteps stopped behind him, "Nice to meet you, Captain Francis."

With his back turned to him, Fitzgerald still looked out of the window with his head down, and even asked with interest: "What do you think of this city? The... Boss of the black organization."

There was a hint of frivolity in the address at the end of the sentence, the leader of the black organization paused, and asked: "It's late at night, are you coming to Tokyo Tower... to enjoy the scenery?"

"It's so boring to talk about transactions." Fitzgerald turned to look at the two of them, "For example, I'm curious about your identity now. Although I've imagined it before, a guy like you who has been hiding behind probably won't be here. I showed my true face in front of me, but I was a little disappointed when I saw it.”

He took two steps, stood still in front of the other party, and said critically: "I have analyzed many leaders, including you, including Mori Ogai, and your way of commanding looks similar to mine-I mean using Money, after all, we are all rich. But the route you take is similar to that of Mori Ogai-the essence is black. But how to put it, you have our characteristics, but they are all superficial."

"Whether it's money or fear, you're so close, you're like a..."

"I'm not here to listen to your nonsense." The leader of the black organization said, "Have you made it clear before you came? What do you want in order to give us the 'book'?"

"You are really impatient."

Gin pulled the safety catch and pointed the gun at him, "Don't play tricks."

Fitzgerald glanced at him, completely ignoring him.

"It seems that you don't have any sincerity?" The brows of the boss of the black organization raised eyebrows under the mask, "To tell you the truth, Francis, in order to prevent you from playing such tricks, we brought enough bombs this time. The medicine is enough to blow up this Tokyo Tower. If you think about it at such a high height, even if you are not killed by the bomb, you will probably fall to your death, right?"

Fitzgerald laughed abruptly, and he asked, "Do you know how much money I have?"

Even Gin frowned at this seemingly insignificant question.

The leader of the black organization sneered, "No matter how rich you are, can this money still buy your life?"

Fitzgerald laughed loudly: "Unfortunately, it is indeed possible."

"My supernatural ability is activated by spending money, and the assets I have are enough to allow me to survive the explosion of a nuclear bomb. Do you think you can kill me?"

Under the ugly faces of the two, he continued: "You still don't know much about supernatural powers. What's more, the greatest power you have is wealth, and I am richer than you."

Faint footsteps came from the stairwell, light and urgent.Before the owner of these footsteps appeared on the top floor, Gin had raised his gun vigilantly and aimed at the stairs.

Standing in front of the glass on the edge of Tokyo Tower, Fitzgerald turned around and smashed the glass in front of him with a punch.The cold wind from high above suddenly poured in, blowing the hair and the corners of the three people's clothes.He put his hands in his trouser pockets, and shimmering green lines appeared on his face and neck.

"Let's take a good look at what the assets I own can do."

He bent his legs to make a jumping motion, and the voice at the end of the sentence rose with joy.

"Goodbye, both of you."

He jumped out towards the sky.

Above the Tokyo Tower, the Beluga, which received the message, gradually appeared in the sky.

Before the two of them wondered whether he was going to jump up like this, the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer between the corridors was already clear, and a group of people rushed in from the stairs——

"FBI!!"

The top floor of Tokyo Tower was flooded by dense gunfire.

Landing on the deck of the Beluga with ease, Fitzgerald walked briskly towards the cabin, feeling very happy.

"It's good to sell the FBI this time, they should be able to settle down for a while, and they won't always be staring at my assets."

He chuckled lightly.

After a brief appearance, the Beluga concealed its own existence again.

Next, it's time to go to Dazai Osamu for the final reward.