mid March.

Kubado-cho, the highest floor of an office building.

The elevator reached the top floor, and as soon as the door opened, a man in a suit with a briefcase under his arm rushed out of the corner, took out his badge and slapped it heavily on the punch card at the door.

"drop."

[Identity confirmation completed, senior technician Iwata, clocking in at 8:59 today. 】

【Twice sooner or later this month, friendly reminder: Those who are late three times will be deducted half a month's full attendance bonus. 】

Iwata breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the clock-in time, but he heard the second half: "There is no need to say the last sentence!"

It's a pity that the punch card only reminds me in a regular manner, and I can't pay attention to any complaints from others. The electronic door in front of me automatically opens slowly to both sides.

A woman in business attire was watering green plants. Seeing him coming in, she smiled at him and said, "Good morning, Mr. Iwata."

She has neat short hair, and the hand holding the water bottle is slightly different from the hands of ordinary women. There is a scar across the back of the hand. All the nails are very short, without any decoration, and the palm is thicker.

"Good morning, miss."

As a senior technician, Iwata greeted the female receptionist in front of him politely, put away his badge and walked inside.

Behind the reception desk at the front desk is a large black stone rock, which is clean without any company name or LOGO printed on it.

But here is indeed where they work.

…

The office is spacious and bright. There are partitions between each position, which cannot be seen when you sit down. You can only see the colleagues next to you when you stand up. This can not only communicate but also protect personal space.

A comfortable office environment can make people feel happy. After moving here from the Internet cafe, Iwata is in a good mood every day.

He put down his bag on his seat, turned his head to say hello to the others, but found that none of them started working, all of them were either sitting or standing by their seats, engrossed in watching the news together.

"Today we invite Professor Chiaki Ota, who specializes in bacteria, to explain to you."

The reporter looked serious, and the camera turned to a short-haired woman wearing glasses next to her.

"What is this?" Iwata was confused.

The colleague next to him was speechless: "Didn't you watch the news? Last night at about 10 o'clock in the evening, the Tokyo National Institute of Microbiology in Nishitama City was attacked by an armed group of eight people. When the police arrived, they found that all the bacteria in the high-security laboratory had disappeared. It is possible that those people took it away."

Iwata's eyes widened: "Bacteria?!"

"Yeah, it's still some kind of very dangerous bacteria. It is said that the fatality rate is as high as 80%." Another colleague looked serious.

On TV, a professor of bacteriology from Mihua Medical University pushed his glasses and began to introduce in an orderly manner: "Once infected with this bacterium, some parts of the body will start to itch, followed by a high fever for several days, and then the whole body will fail. , and finally died."

"The route of infection is mainly droplet transmission, and young children are particularly susceptible to infection."

Iwata, who has children at home, got goosebumps when he heard this.

He quickly sat down and turned on the computer to search for related news, and sure enough, the news was almost occupied on all major websites.

"Red Siamese cat..." he murmured the name of the criminal group.

The colleague in front of him put his hands on the partition, frowned and recalled: "The red Siamese cats were caught by the police five years ago, right? Are these fish that slipped through the net?"

"First Evolution"

"What the hell? Their targets have always been the big chaebols in Japan. The last one to do it before they were caught was the Suzuki Group. Maybe they will retaliate against them this time." , "Didn't they say in the notice that the next attack will be carried out within seven days!"

Listening to their conversation, Iwata couldn't help interjecting, "Then is there any major event for the Suzuki Group recently?"

"Yes." The one who wanted to watch the fun laughed, "Suzuki Group just bought that cruise ship from Ha... ah no, it bought that cruise ship from Karasuma Group, and it will be its maiden voyage the day after tomorrow, and many celebrities have been invited to participate. "

"It is said that even the chairman of the Karasuma Group, who has never shown his face, accepted the invitation this time. If they go to attack..."

The more he talked, the more excited he was, when a voice suddenly broke into their exchange.

"It's already past 9 o'clock, why haven't you started working yet?"

Everyone looked back and saw Yuan Jiaming standing there with a suitcase in his hand.

"Team leader?!"

Iwata noticed where he was standing, apparently just came out of the main office where their boss was, stood up instantly and bowed and shouted: "Good morning, team leader!"

All the people who were chatting happily just now turned into quails shivering in the snow, all honest.

Yuan Jiaming sighed and didn't continue to say any accusations. He walked to his seat, put down the suitcase and opened it.

The suitcase was covered with two layers of thick black sponge, with small rectangular grooves dug out in the middle, and more than twenty medicines were neatly placed inside.

Iwata stood up and saw the contents of the suitcase at a glance: "Leader, these are..."

"This is a serum developed within the organization."

"Serum?" Iwata was stunned for a second, and immediately realized: "Could it be!

"

"You guessed right, this is the immune serum of the dangerous virus stolen by the red Siamese cat." Yuan Jiaming pushed his glasses, "Mr. Angustra applied for us after hearing the news. "

"That's great, as expected of Mr. Angustra!"

The rest of the information group shouted excitedly.

One minute they were still worrying about the virus, and the next minute their boss sent anti-virus serum. Their little boss is really reliable!

Iwata was even more excited. His child had just entered kindergarten, and it was the group that the professor said was particularly susceptible to infection. If he had serum, he could be protected.

Seeing them so excited, Yuan Jiaming also smiled, and took out the serum and the matching injection device from the box.

"One for each person, be careful not to break it, and complete the injection before leaving get off work today."

The smile on Iwata's face froze instantly.

Yuan Jiaming was about to pass his share to him, and noticed that his reaction was completely different from those around him, and was very strange: "What's wrong with you?"

"This serum... must be injected before get off work? Can I take it home?" Iwata said stiffly.

"cannot."

Yuan Jiaming put a smile on his face, and he stared at Iwata expressionlessly.

"Mr. Angostella's order is - everyone must be injected before they can go back."

"Supervise each other and make no mistakes."

…

At the same time, in a suite in Building B of the Twin Towers skyscraper in Nishitama City.

"boom!"

"Bang bang!"

Beretta's gunshots kept ringing in the bedroom, and one hand stretched out from under the rolled-up quilt, fumbled wildly on the bedside table, and swept a dark green protective mask and a small book to the ground.

He fumbled for a long time, and finally touched the phone that set the ringtone of someone's gunfire.

With a pair of sleepy eyes, Yin Zerun finally got out of the quilt. He yawned and pressed the call button: "...Hello?"

"Snake, I have a task for you."

Yin Zerun yawned silently again. He kicked the quilt away, bent down to pick up the small book from the ground and flipped it to the middle, and picked up the uncapped fountain pen from the table.

There were already several lines written on this page, he glanced at it, and continued to write without turning a new page.

"Please tell me."

"You did a good job in the attack mission last night. The next thing you need to do is carry the transmitter and mix into the 'Nid Hogg' which sets sail the day after tomorrow."

"Our target is the chairman of the Karasuma Group. You have to confirm his appearance, the security around him, and whether there are policemen on the scene. At night, we will **** Kate and the others to the boat, use the virus to create harassment, and take advantage of the chaos to kidnap the target..."

Yin Zerun sat cross-legged on the bed and wrote down every request without messing up his handwriting.

"Understood." He said calmly.

After hanging up the phone, Yin Zerun threw the phone in front of him ~lightnovelpub.net~ and sighed long into the small notebook he used to record tasks.

The page has reached the fourth line.

The second line: the boundary group - protecting the second son of the leader from Tokyo Port to Nagoya Port.

Third row: Police Department - Cooperate with the police to protect the celebrities on board.

The fourth row: Zoo—response to the red Siamese cat members of the zoo branch boarded the boat halfway and caused harassment.

And the first line, where he really belongs, the latest assignment given to him—

Let Angustra, who is the heir of the organization, see the multifaceted life of being an undercover agent.

Jerez Brandy of the organization, the leader of the Kanto region group of the border group, the police department of the Police Department's Violence Countermeasures Division, and Snake, a member of the zoo organization, this man with four identities closed his eyes and fell back on the bed with a snap.

"…forgive me."

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