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mid-March.

Cupido-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 couldn't wait to rush out of the corner, took out his badge and slapped it on the card punch at the door.

"drop."

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

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

Iwata breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the clock time, but then heard the second half: "The last sentence doesn't need to be said!"

It's a pity that the card puncher is only a regular reminder, and can't ignore any complaints from others. The electronic door in front of it automatically opens slowly to both sides.

A woman in office attire was watering the green plants, saw him come in, and smiled at him: "Good morning, Mr. Iwata."

She has neat short hair, and the hand holding the water bottle is slightly different from that of an ordinary woman. A scar runs across the back of her hand. All her nails are very short, without any decoration, and her 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 rock, which is clean and does not have any company name or LOGO printed on it.

But here, indeed, is where they work.

...

The office is spacious and bright, with partitions between each position, invisible when sitting down, and only when you stand up can you see the colleagues next to you, which can communicate and protect personal space.

The 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 in his seat and turned to say hello to the others, only to find that none of them started work, all sitting or standing at their seats, engrossed in watching the news together.

"We invited Professor Chiaki Ota, who specializes in bacteria, to explain to everyone today."

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

"What is this?" Iwata was confused.

The colleague next to him was speechless: "Didn't you watch the news? At around 10 o'clock last night, the National Institute of Microbiology in Saitama 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 were gone. It's possible 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 the TV, the professor of bacteriology from Rice Flower Medical University pushed his glasses and began to introduce in an orderly manner: "Once infected with this bacteria, some parts of the body will start to itch, and then there will be high fever for several days, and then the whole body will collapse. , and finally died."

"The main route of infection is droplet transmission, and young children are particularly vulnerable."

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

He hurriedly sat down and turned on the computer to search for relevant news. Sure enough, the major websites were almost occupied by this news.

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

The colleague in front of him rested his hands on the clapboard and recalled with a frown: "The red Siamese cats were caught by the police five years ago, aren't these the ones that slipped through the net?"

"What about him? The targets of their attacks have always been the major chaebols in Japan. The Suzuki Group was the last one to attack before they were arrested. Maybe this time they will retaliate against them." , "Didn't they say in the notice, the next attack within seven days!"

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

"Yes." The one who wanted to watch the fun smiled, "The Suzuki Group just bought that cruise ship from the Eight... ah no, it was the cruise ship from the Karasuma Group, and it was its maiden voyage the day after tomorrow, and many celebrities were invited to participate. ."

"It is said that this time even the chairman of the Karasuma Group, who never showed up, accepted the invitation. If they attack..."

The more he spoke, the more excited a voice suddenly interjected in their exchange.

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

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

"Team leader?!"

Iwata noticed where he was standing, and apparently just came out of their boss's main office, got up and bowed and shouted, "Good morning, team leader!"

Everyone who had a good chat just now turned into quails shivering in the snow, all honest.

Yuan Jiaming sighed and did not continue to say anything accusing, he walked to his seat, put down the suitcase and opened it.

The suitcase was covered with two layers of thick black sponges, and small rectangular grooves were dug out in the middle, and more than 20 medicines were neatly placed inside.

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

"This is a serum developed in-house by the organization."

"Sera?" Iwata stayed for a second, then immediately reacted: "Could it be!!"

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

"Very good, as expected of Mr. Angstra!"

The rest of the information group shouted excitedly together.

One minute I was worried about the virus, but the next minute my 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 there is serum, he can be protected.

Yuan Jiaming smiled when he saw them being so excited, and took out the serum and the matching injection device from the box.

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

The smile on Iwata's face suddenly froze.

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

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

"cannot."

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

"Mr. Angstra'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, the twin-tower skyscraper in Nishitama City.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Beretta's gunshots kept ringing in the bedroom, one hand stretched out from the quilt that was arched into a ball, groped for a while on the bedside table, and swept a dark green protective mask and a small book to the ground.

He touched for a long time, and finally came across the phone that set the ringtone of someone's gunshot.

Yi Zerun finally got out of the quilt with a pair of sleepy eyes. He pressed the call button while yawning: "...Hello?"

"Sneek, I have a task for you."

Izerun yawned silently again. He raised his foot and kicked the quilt away. He bent down and picked up the small notebook from the ground and turned it to the middle. Then he picked up the fountain pen without the cap from the table.

Several lines of words were already written on this page, he glanced at it, and instead of turning a new page, he continued to write.

"Please order."

"You did a good job on the attack mission last night. What you have to do next is to carry a transmitter and mix into the 'Nidhogg' that will set sail the day after tomorrow."

"Our target is the chairman of the Karasuma Group. You need to confirm his appearance, the security situation around him, and whether there are police officers on the scene, and take Kate and the others to the ship at night, use the virus to create harassment, and take advantage of the chaos to kidnap the target..."

Yizerun sat cross-legged on the bed~lightnovelpub.net~ and wrote down every request without the slightest chaotic handwriting.

"Understood." He said lightly.

After hanging up the phone, Izerun threw the phone in front of him and sighed longly at the small notebook he used to record tasks.

This page has already written the fourth line.

The second line: Sekigumi - protect the second son of the leader from the port of Tokyo to the port of Nagoya.

The third line: the National Police Agency - cooperate with the public security to protect the celebrities on the ship.

Row 4: Zoo - Catch up with the members of the red Siamese cat of the zoo branch to get on the boat midway and create harassment.

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

Let Angstra, the heir of the organization, see the multi-faceted life of an undercover agent.

The organization's Jerez Brandy, the head of the Kanto Regional Division of the Kaiji Group, the police department's supplement of the Violence Countermeasures Division of the National Police Agency, and Snake, a member of the zoo organization, this man with a quadruple identity closed his eyes and fell back on the bed with a snap.

"……forgive me."