I play color 6 in rice flower town

Chapter 390 Chapter 381

In the middle of the night, there was silence in the Tokyo Public Security Building.

As a national security intelligence organization similar to the KGB, Mossad, and the FBI, the Japanese Public Security Bureau has so many precious and rare information stored in the servers in its headquarters building that it is almost impossible to measure.

As a matter of course, the Japanese public security is not weak in the security of its own headquarters building.

With 24-hour shifts and thousands of monitoring facilities, as a first-class legal violent organization in Japan, its security is so strong that even if Lu Pang takes action himself, it may not be able to escape.

But... After all, human beings have limits, and seemingly precise and error-free electronic and mechanical equipment is not omnipotent.

The so-called people are not sages and sages, as long as they are individuals, they will make mistakes, especially in the early morning when such people are most troubled.

As for the electronic and mechanical equipment, let alone, even if you put aside all the possibility of bugs, the machine is still just a machine, it will only operate according to the pre-set program, and it can be easily bypassed with a little deception.

Especially when there is an inner ghost in charge of responding...

Under the deep twilight, a capable figure quietly sneaked into the public security building.

With a beautiful but glamorous face, a standard black small suit with a spotless white shirt, neatly combed short hair reaching to the ear, and a knee-length suit skirt with high heels, she is a standard working woman , It is also the most perfect image of a rich woman in the minds of those who clamor all day long to beg a rich woman to take care of them.

She looks beautiful, has a cold temperament, is an iceberg beauty but also has a good figure, should be protruding or perky, most importantly, has money, and... does not exist in reality.

It's just that the premise is that you have to ignore the series of standard spy-like sneaking actions.

The entire public security building was pitch black, even the public security police were human beings, and they should rest if they should, otherwise, before the emergency happened, they would have laid down their own side in patches.

It can be said that, apart from the necessary night shift personnel, there are actually not many people left behind at this point in the entire public security building, and more of the security work is handed over to the thousands of security monitors in the entire building. device.

And even the police officers on night duty in the monitoring room only occasionally glanced at the hundreds of surveillance images on the big screen, then turned their heads and continued chatting with their colleagues, making a cup of coffee by the way Refreshing or something.

After all, what kind of place is the Public Security Building? If you want to say that there must be valuable things, and they are all very, very valuable things, such as various advanced equipment and so on.

But when it comes to money... Although there is cash, but not much, let alone gold bars and jewelry, those things are stored in banks and jewelry stores.

You can't get much oil and water with this kind of robbing, and the difficulty of intrusion is still high. If you are caught, there is a high probability that you will be sentenced to death. How can there be so many desperadoes who are full and have nothing to do to rush here.

Hey, don't say it, there really is.

Relying on the detailed route map of the public security building provided by Bourbon (Amuro Toru’s winery code name), Curacao avoided various security facilities along the way without any danger. With her superb agility skills, she sneaked into the dead corner of the surveillance and passed safely, without any mistakes, until she reached the central storage room.

The storage room was still pitch-black, only the rows of servers shone with dots of light in the dark, indicating that they were still working normally.

But these are not the ultimate goal of Curacao.

For an agent carrying out secret stealing tasks, it is a good choice to directly take away the hard disk and leave, but in front of hundreds of servers, she has no way of knowing where her target hard disk is stored in a short time. which server.

And if the hard drive is forcibly taken away by illegal means, it will undoubtedly attract the attention of the public security officers on duty. When the time comes, all the people in the public security building will rush towards her, and she will not be able to escape even if she has great skills.

The reason why a movie is a movie is because it is fake. Under the control of the director, the protagonist's behavior will inevitably lead to success, just like Tom Cruise would not arrange for himself to steal information in Mission: Impossible and was shot midway. The scene is the same.

What's more, she will be appointed by the organization as a specialist who specializes in stealing information, not because of her superb stealing skills, but...her terrifying memory ability that can never forget.

Relying on the detailed map explanation provided by Bourbon again, Curacao successfully touched the console located in the center of the storage room in the dark central storage room, and decisively lit it up.

In an instant, the bright light from the 120-inch large screen on the console dispelled the surrounding darkness. Compared with the blinking status lights on the rows of working servers, it was like the starlight to the bright moon.

The female spy was not greedy for this momentary light, she manipulated the console without stopping to enter the search page, and called up a long and critical list as quickly as possible.

——That is the undercover list dispatched by the national security departments of various countries to her organization, and it is also the ultimate goal of her operation.

Curacao flipped through a few pages casually, and saw a lot of strange names and familiar code names in it, but there were also some old acquaintances, as well as a few traitors who were said to have been disposed of by Gin, or who had already exposed their identities and defected .

After confirming the authenticity of the list, she immediately took out six cards of opaque colors, green, orange, white, blue, and red, and a black hole card from her satchel. Holding a straight in one hand, hold it high in front of your eyes, just like 3D glasses in a movie theater, rendering the 120-inch super large screen into five different colors under the filter of five different colors.

The card is about the same size as a normal playing card, but narrower in width and longer in length.

This is her exclusive memory medium, and her super-powerful memory that never forgets can only be activated through these five cards.

Curacao stared at the list, took a deep breath, as if he had finished warming up, his eyes, which were slightly closed, suddenly opened, and the pupils reflected the pages of undercover lists scrolling by at high speed on the screen. , like a robot that is transmitting data at high speed.

"Huh? Sharingan?"

In the darkness, someone whispered softly.

But at this time, Curacao was all focused on the lengthy undercover list in front of him, and had no time to pay attention to the movement around him. He was completely unaware of this whisper, and continued to concentrate on memory work.

"Damn you still watching?"

The man hiding in the darkness was a little shocked.

In the next moment, the lighting facilities in the entire central storage room were turned on at the same time, and the computer room was as bright as day in an instant.

Startled by the sudden light, the female spy suddenly turned her head.

Surprisingly, there was no one else in the huge computer room except herself.

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PS: I tested it. I played for three hours yesterday. I went from level 13 to level 16. If you work hard, level [-] a day is no problem at all, and a touch of level [-] is enough.

The more awesome thing is that I saw someone on the small black box saying that the last time I was almost too late to level 45

I stepped on the horse and directly doubted

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Chapter 391 Chapter 382 Tricking Miss Curacao~

The moment the lights in the central storage room turned on, Curacao almost retracted his gaze from the screen as if he was shocked by electricity, and turned to the only entrance and exit of the entire storage room.

That's where the light switch is at the same time.

Surprisingly, she didn't see crowds of policemen pouring in at the door of the storage room, and she didn't hear the familiar warning sound of standing still.

The entire central storage room is quiet.

Curacao, who raised his vigilance to the highest level in an instant, held his breath, trying to sense the faint murderous aura like Grandpa Tong in GGO.

Unfortunately, she failed...

Not to mention murderous intent, apart from being able to hear her own heartbeat and pulse, the only thing left was the slight hum of the server's cooling fan spinning, but she almost suffocated herself to the point of lack of oxygen.

What is certain is that she is indeed the only one in the central storage room.

So the question is, how do you turn on the light?

It was as if Sao Nian, who had already put on his schoolbag and went to school, suddenly remembered that after finishing rushing to the computer last night, he left on the computer desk the sinful napkin that filled his hundreds of millions of descendants. There is no disposal of the same.

Curacao, who searched carefully for the sound of Schrödinger's switching lights in his memory but found nothing, suddenly became extremely entangled.

Who made her concentrate all her energy on the memory list?

She didn't react until the moment the light came on.

If the person who turned on the light is someone else, it means that her actions have been exposed.

But if there really was no one else here but her, who would turn on the light?

Or...what the hell turned on the light?

The atmosphere suddenly became supernatural.

Although it has already entered the modern society, Japanese legends about gods and ghosts have never died out, which has driven the Japanese ACG industry to launch many creations with the theme of ghost culture, such as "Inuyasha", "Grandfather of the Slick", "Guardian" Catwoman Scarlet Ball" and "Natsume's Book of Friends" and so on.

Curacao took two deep breaths to calm down slightly, and fell into a dilemma for a while.

If she chooses to retreat in this regard, it means that her operation can almost directly declare failure.

But if it continues, it is very likely that someone will find out, and she will not be able to escape under the siege of the public security police.

Just when the female spy was wondering whether to give up and wait for the next opportunity to come again, or to simply give up, the lights in the central storage room went out again without warning...

Snapped!

This time Curacao heard it clearly. It was the sound of the light switch being pressed.

But at the same time, she also saw with her own eyes that from the darkness outside the door, around the door frame and into the off switch, it was a lifeless, pale, corpse-like, twisted and rotten hand, with many writhing white maggots clinging to it. , bored that arm full of piercings.

Such a terrifying situation is hard not to remind people of a terrible thing called zombies.

So the next second, the heroic female spy from the winery fled.

Curacao couldn't wait for even half a second, and rushed straight towards the path he came from without looking back.

She couldn't even muster the courage to glance at the deep, dark corridor behind her.

Of course, if she really looked back, she would have found that just after she rushed out of the fire cabinet on the right side of the door of the central storage room, which is the direction opposite to her escape route, there was a short-term The cub who just bought a zombie arm from a tricky toy store is smiling happily.

"How much do you like to play?"

Standing behind Souji Kudo, Amuro looked at the back of the female spy who fled in a hurry and couldn't help but slightly raised his forehead.

He was forcibly dragged here by this guy, saying that there was a surprise for him to see, but when he came up, he pulled out a dead man's arm. Although the material was made of rubber, it was not as visually realistic as it was. The real thing was almost the same, and even he was taken aback at the time.

Not to mention Curacao, who is already in a state of mental tension.

It's just that Toru Amuro didn't expect that this Curacao was so timid, and he was scared away by a slightly realistic prank toy. At this time, if it was Gin, the person would not speak much To kill the gods, it is estimated that it will be two shots with bang bang.

It doesn't matter if you are a man or a ghost, let's shoot first.

"But the effect is outstanding, isn't it?"

Sister Kudo took off the zombie gloves on his hands with a smile, turned them over and patted them in Amuro Toru's hands.

"Send it to you!"

"Go away! I don't want this kind of thing!"

Toru Amuro resisted the urge to slap the guy in the face with the disgusting thing in his hand, turned around and was about to walk deeper into the corridor.

"Come with me, there is another staircase here. According to Curacao's way of escaping, my colleagues will soon stop me, and I have to go to meet it."

"Then you go and accept it, I'll go mine."

Souji Kudo stood there motionless.

Toru Amuro heard that his footsteps faltered, and he turned his head and frowned at him: "I remember I said that I can let you contact Curacao, but only if you cooperate with my actions."

"I know, but I won't delay your action." Director Kudo spread his hands innocently, "If you want to meet him, you can go, you are her internal agent and I am not, don't worry, I will not expose you In terms of identity, you have your things to do and I have mine to do, even if you stare at me like this, it's useless."

"..."

Toru Amuro pursed his lips slightly, and stared at Souji Kudo closely for two seconds with angry eyes, then he snorted heavily, turned around and accelerated towards the route he had planned.

In fact, he never disclosed the reason why he was willing to take Kudo Souji to act together.

It's not because he's out of his mind and wants to find a little partner to start a gangster operation together, nor is it because he has already broken the dimensional wall and learned that this guy is the protagonist of this book.

It is because although he himself stands for the Japanese public security and is extremely dissatisfied with the current spy organizations of other countries who are blatantly interfering in Japanese public security work, the burning sense of justice in his heart as a public security officer still makes him reluctant to see it because of his own reasons. Many agents from other countries lurking inside the winery were killed.

If possible, he hopes to use the hand of Souji Kudo to cut off Curaçao's beard, so that even if Gin Jiu suspects him, he will have every reason to deal with it, and at worst he will wantonly describe the identity of the beard cutter blurry.

But now that Mr. Kudo has changed his mind temporarily and is unwilling to cooperate, he has no choice but to choose to sacrifice other undercover agents to protect himself.

This is a necessary sacrifice.

However, what Toru Amuro didn't know was that in the short time after he left, Souji Kudo had already followed Curacao's escape route and stepped into another staircase, holding a handbag that had been removed from his neck. Kamen Rider Drive.

"Kamen Rider Decade!"

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PS: One thing to say, I haven’t found any difference between Shi Wang and deacde until now. They both travel through the world, collect the power of knights, and then create a form of ancestors. The only difference is that Shi Wang moves to worship ancestors The temple is too hip, which is about equal to the strength of the old driver's kick...

Chapter 392 Chapter 383 Big Sister with Black Silk Long Legs prpr

Curacao walked quickly through the pitch-black public security building, passing one corridor after another at a speed that did not match the style of his clothes.

With a ghost in her heart and being overly frightened, it was like throwing an effervescent tablet into a Coke bottle. The rapidly expanding anxiety in her heart had completely lost her calmness and professionalism when she first sneaked in.

At this time, she is not so much a female agent who failed the mission and chose to retreat for the time being, but more like a headless fly, just returning along the same route when she infiltrated, and she didn't even care about the hundreds of people along the way. All-pervasive security equipment.

She was too lazy to count how many security system warnings she had triggered along the way, her brain was completely occupied by that extremely terrifying arm.