Dice has to give me spoilers for the plot of Ke Xue

"……beep……"

After looking at the hung up phone for a while, Rum didn't speak for a while.

"What happened?" Kenzo Masuyama, who was biting a cigar and had gray hair, or Pisk, a veteran code member of the organization, looked slightly hesitant, "Who dares to hang up Rum's phone?"

"The mobile phone was destroyed." Rum recalled the sharp sound that came through the air a second before the phone hung up, and he didn't mean to hide it.

"Curaçao will solve this," he casually passed here, with a smile on his face again, "We all know her abilities...but now, you may be more interested in this."

"The main machine, as we guessed, is in the Twilight Pavilion—the last lair chosen by that gentleman."

Before Pisk answered, his cell phone vibrated suddenly. After the two exchanged a glance, Rum asked him to do whatever he wanted.

In fact, he could almost guess what news Pisk had received.Rather, he received the information so much later than himself, which made Rum feel satisfied with Pisk, and at the same time, he inevitably felt a bit of hidden disdain.

Sure enough, in less than half a minute, Rum heard a surprised question from a temporary ally.

"The intelligence programs of each base were paralyzed at the same time in the evening and have not recovered so far. What's going on?"

Ever since he became a big shot in the financial world with the support of the organization, Pisk really couldn't remember the last time he felt panicked.

"Don't worry, old friend," Rum raised his hand and pressed it in mid-air, Rum's tone was casual but full of confidence, "According to the accident countermeasure process, all bases should now be transferred to manual control .”

"This is also thanks to the cautious character of our boss."

"However, the artificial intelligence has been cut off, and you also realize what this means?" Rum raised his hand and rubbed the left eye of the electronic intentionally or unintentionally, and Rum made a conclusion in a firm tone, "Curacao has touched the host , successfully completed the plan."

It was no longer possible to keep silent, but when he spoke, Pisk's old voice couldn't help trembling: "Boss... is there really something wrong there?"

In fact, he no longer needed to answer.

Although outsiders are unimaginably conservative about the use of artificial intelligence to accelerate organizational expansion, it is self-evident that Renye Karasuma attaches great importance to artificial intelligence.

Especially when the veteran code members in the organization get older, the boss's defense against them is also increasing day by day.

Rum twitched the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't help thinking of the weird feeling he had felt since the beginning of the year.

The BOSS has disappeared from the eyes of the organizers for many years. It stands to reason that as long as the BOSS can still receive instructions as usual, everything can still operate as usual.

However, for Rum, who has been following Karasuma for a long time, since the beginning of this year, there is no way to turn a blind eye to the vague aura of disobedience in the decision-making of the BOSS.

First, Shirley, who got the code name shortly after returning to China and took over the control of the pharmaceutical group.

Although Shirley is indeed the most suitable candidate in terms of talent and ability, but...their boss is not the type who will simply hand over important departments to young people just because of ability.

On the contrary, he has always been the kind of person who sails carefully for thousands of years.

Afterwards, the Metropolitan Police Department was cleared of the secrets. When Lang Mu reported, he thought he would be reprimanded, but in the end he was only warned, and he didn't even get any punishment.

This style seems to be the same as usual, but if you compare the details, you will find that the temper of the boss this year is simply mild.

There were more than one or two such abnormal details, and Rum's suspicion was also increasing, until finally it was hard to restrain, and he boldly sent Curacao to make a tentative move.

Facts have proved that his bold and cautious move has achieved something completely unexpected.

When he looked at Pisk again, Rum's tone was less deliberative: "Why, are you still hesitating?"

"The organization has experienced more and more troubles in recent years, and we can all see it; and those people are now pressing harder and harder, and their appetite is getting bigger and bigger. I don't want to deal with it any longer."

"As long as we get the mainframe, our experiment progress can be improved by leaps and bounds... Or, are you willing to wait for a result that no one believes like the boss?"

Frowning tightly, Pisk whispered: "APTX4869 has been successfully reproduced by Shirley."

"A drug with a 100% mortality rate can also be called a success?" Rum said very bluntly.

Pisk couldn't help being silent, and asked again after a while: "How is the progress of the experimental project you have been working on?"

"Theoretically speaking, as long as you get a mainframe capable of carrying artificial intelligence, you can proceed to the next step...the fusion of human and mechanical consciousness." Rum replied confidently.

"I will rush there overnight to ensure that the mainframe is sent to the laboratory unscathed."

"...I still want to make sure that Ireland will go with you." Looking at Rum's subconsciously tense face, he gritted his teeth, and Pisk's tone finally became firm, "However, your plan can be done now. Started implementing it."

"As long as you cooperate, old friend."

Saying so, Rum's smile didn't reach his eyes.

Opening the email, he quickly found the email address he needed, and wrote a simple instruction email in deep thought.

Recipient: Okakura Masaki.

Early morning.

Staring at the few peripheral members who carefully moved the huge mainframe from the hall into the airtight truck compartment, and then took the lead in going down the mountain in a daze, Ireland smiled sullenly.

These people probably only thought that they had completed an ordinary task, but they didn't know that they were going to hell soon.

Surrounding the villa and placing high-energy bombs at several load-bearing places, Ireland clapped his hands and returned to the driver's seat.

However, even though he did as Rum said, he was still a little puzzled: "Wouldn't it be easier to blow it up now?"

"not the right time yet."

Rum looked at the slightly outdated gloomy villa in front of him, and smiled silently.

Although he also wanted to erase all traces, of course he couldn't destroy this place right now.

Once the news leaks, Belmode is likely to cause some trouble...that will disrupt his plan.

Anyway, the part about the organization in the villa has been destroyed to varying degrees, as it is now, it is enough to leave a small gift for the latecomers.

After appreciating Karasuma's legacy for the last time, when he turned around, Rum ordered calmly, "Let's go."

In his heart, he recalled the conversation with Anya just now, and he inevitably felt a little regretful.

If he had agreed to his invitation earlier, he would have accepted Ania more tolerantly... However, since she insisted on going her own way, she helped him remove the obstacles one step further, and now Ania has long lost her former self. cooperation status.

However, as the only fruit of the silver bullet, this woman will certainly not be wasted easily.

He would still make good use of this precious gift from Karasuma when the shelling project was completed and freed up... Until then, the threat of remote control/bombs and Curacao's guard were enough to keep her calm.

But at the moment, what he wants to do most is to send the mainframe to the laboratory under his name as soon as possible to advance the progress of the experiment as soon as possible.

He will improve on the wrong route that Karasuma has already verified, and then achieve the final success.

Glancing at Rum, whose face was cloudy and uncertain, Ireland slightly raised his eyebrows, and started the car without saying a word.

……

Within a short distance behind them, seeing the car in front start to start, Curacao also followed.

Before driving a certain distance, with the slight sound of the iron chain, Curacao felt his shoulder was touched.

Although I really wanted to pretend to turn a blind eye, but after gritting my teeth, I took out my phone and threw it away.

He was lightly caught by Riya.

Then she couldn't help but hissed softly for the wound on her arm: "Curaçao, are you deliberately taking revenge?"

Although she didn't wrap her fingers with bandages, is it really necessary to put these handcuffs on her again? She wouldn't believe it if it wasn't affected by the previous incident.

But just complained, Curacao was indifferent and did not affect her actions.

Take out the old calling card that was hidden before, found out of the smashed mobile phone fragments, and install it in Curacao's mobile phone... This is the second time Riya has done this in the past two days.

After checking that the signal was fine, she entered the email address from memory and pondered for a few seconds unconsciously.

Last night, she only reported that she came to the Twilight Villa... Fortunately, she discovered the loss of signal of the locator in time, otherwise it would be irreversible.

And after Rum arrived here overnight, completely took away the mainframe and cleared traces that might be traced to the organization, the inspiration for the next step emerged in her mind.

Taking a breath, she quickly typed the content of the email.

[I was taken to meet the boss, who was probably Renye Karasuma who was declared dead 40 years ago, but when I saw him, the man who was probably 140 years old was already dying.

Rum then appeared... BOSS died... I seem to have witnessed a power struggle in the organization...]

[The person who brought me here is Rum's confidant Curacao, and I have learned a lot of information from her... I can be sure that Rum has an unknown connection with the veteran code members in the organization, and they are planning Amazing plan... Also, Rum probably gave up on asking me to sneak into the Metropolitan Police Department. He let me go back to Tokyo, but the action must be under the supervision of the organization. ]

[At present, Curacao is accused of being my caretaker.But also as a result of the laboratory, I persuaded her by using the sad psychology of the death of the rabbit and the fox, and won a short period of free action, with a reliability of more than 70.00%. If I have any doubts, I can go to the hospital designated by the police after returning to Tokyo. Conduct interview details. ]

After writing this, Riya paused with her fingertips, unconsciously touched the cold ring-shaped metal ring on her left arm, and sighed slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, she continued to type the following content.

[...If possible, I would like to apply for a public security elite who can help dismantle the miniature remote control/bomb detonation/device before bandaging the knife wound... The bomb is not big, and the explosive suit should be able to help the opponent resist the impact... The bomb is installed on my left arm. If it is too difficult to dismantle and detonate the device, I can give up this one...and replace it with a small signal shielding device, which can still achieve the same effect. ]

After writing this long email, my eyes couldn't help but linger on the words "public security elite".

After carefully checking the wording, she clicked send cautiously.

After that, Riya was not in a hurry to return the phone, but thought for a while and continued to write the next email.

[Mr. Fuguya, it has nothing to do with work, it is just for my personal request, please help me to provide police officer Hagiwara's blood and DNA information... Do not reply to this address, please put the paper documents before seven o'clock tonight Thank you for the item storage at the front desk of Mihua Hotel. ]

"The emergency bomb disposal mission is in this hospital?"

Subconsciously clenched the handle of the toolbox, the curly-haired young police officer frowned slightly.

"That's right." Also looking up at the outline of Mihua Central Hospital, the Nomiya Police Department nodded subtly, "I used my special relationship and borrowed the favor from them last time to borrow a specially emptied venue. .”

Leading the curly-haired subordinates around the main building, towards the hospital's old drug warehouse in an open area at a distance, the Nomiya Police Department casually asked: "How long will it take?"

"If it's a known model, one round is enough." Matsuda Jinhei lowered his eyes slightly and answered resolutely.

"What about the new miniature remote/bombs that have been installed?"

"Heavyweight opponent?" Even though most of his expression was covered by sunglasses, his face was still unconsciously darkened, and the curly-haired youth reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth, "I will do my best."