More than twenty members stood lined up in the office, their navy blue windbreaker collars turned up, and each one held a long knife. The scene was filled with a chilling atmosphere.
In front, Tsukasa Sugita held the long sword at his waist, his tall figure thrust like a sharp sword, and his sharp gaze under his silver-framed glasses swept over the faces of each member of the Thirteenth Team.
"Tonight our target is Odaiba, Minato City. We will have SAT (Special Assault Force) brothers assisting us in controlling the surrounding areas."
Speaking of this, Sugita paused and said meaningfully, "I want to reiterate here that our operation has nothing to do with the recent disappearances. We have never heard of Sigmund International Trading Company. We are just
We received a report from the masses that someone gathered to gamble."
Catching a gamble?
Hearing Sugita Tsukasa's words, the faces of many members suddenly became strange. It was the first time they had participated in such a "famous" operation after joining the Third Investigation Team for so long.
At this time, Aragaki Mai suddenly walked over with rushing steps, glanced at the people with high morale, looked strange and opened her mouth but hesitated to speak.
"What's the matter?"
Sugita asked with a frown.
"Report to the captain! I just received news that several roads around Odaiba Seaside Park have been blocked by night traffic control. It is said that there is emergency construction due to road failure, but I checked and found that no construction team went in at night. Our car
It might be hard to get in tonight."
After hearing Aragaki Mai's report, everyone suddenly looked at each other.
"Whose order?"
Sugita asked bluntly with a cold face.
Mai Aragaki said quickly, "I just called my colleagues in the Traffic Enforcement Division. They said it was an instruction from above. It seems that it was personally issued by the Minister of Land, Infrastructure, Transport and Tourism in the Cabinet."
"Did the cabinet minister give the order?" A glimmer of light flashed in Sugita Tsukasa's eyes behind his lenses, "This trading company has so much energy..."
Since there is such an internal relationship, even if the people from Team 13 and SAT forcefully break through the roadblock, they will definitely offend someone. The key is probably to have already alerted the enemy.
For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on the young Captain Sugita.
However, Sugita did not hesitate much and made a decisive decision, "Call the 9th Aviation Regiment and tell them that the 13th Team of the 3rd Investigation Group and the SAT jointly applied for the deployment of four armed helicopters!"
ah?
Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and immediately their eyes lit up.
Good guy!
The ground is sealed,
Let’s just fly there?!
This is indeed very Captain Sugita!
Sugita Tsukasa pulled out the long sword [Song of Sin] from his waist, raised one hand high and pointed it at the top of his head, his eyes filled with intimidating severity.
"Our sword of justice!"
The next second, a high-pitched voice suddenly sounded in front of him.
"Go forward without any haze!"
...
Half past six in the evening.
Odaiba, Minato City, at the entrance of the villa.
Luxury cars were parked in the parking spaces outside the villa, and the people who got out of the cars were all beautifully dressed, and their words and deeds were elegant and calm. They seemed to be men, women, old and young.
The only thing in common is that everyone wears a dark golden mask on their face, and the cheeks above the mouth are completely covered, full of mysterious atmosphere.
Another luxury car stopped and the car door opened, revealing a fair and attractive arc of a calf.
When the owner of the pair of high heels stepped on the ground, what jumped into the eyes of the people around him was the pink tulle dress fluttering in the wind and the graceful curves. The long black shoulder-length hair was fluffy and wavy, exquisite and small.
The mask covers most of the face. Perhaps the only flaw is that even if she wears a hat, she still looks very delicate and petite.
The male companion walking next to her was an exquisite man wearing a silver printed casual suit. He was sprayed with an indescribable perfume, and his face was also wearing a mask that made it difficult to see the face.
"Hey! Why is mine a little raccoon mask? It doesn't look good at all. Let's exchange yours with mine, Matsudaira." After getting off the car and walking only a few steps, Asuka Tatōgawa protested.
The little raccoon is a raccoon cat in Wano Country. Although it is said that it can ward off evil spirits and bring prosperity to the whole body, it is a "iron fool" in folklore. Asuka Tatogawa has not been very cool since he got the mask in the car.
satisfy.
Of course Matsudaira Kotaro refused to change.
His silver fox mask paired with his silver patterned suit gave him the air of a troubled nobleman that I could only pity.
Needless to say,
I'm sure boys will like you tonight.
Whoever replaces him is a fool!
When he walked to the door of the villa, Tadokawa Asuka wanted to say something, but he accidentally glanced at the waiter wearing a dark gold dragonfly mask at the door and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"What's wrong?"
Matsudaira Kotaro asked curiously.
"Look at that guy's mask..." Tadokawa Asuka tilted his head and tried his best to suppress a smile and said, "Doesn't it look like Captain Dragonfly?"
"That's Captain Dragonfly from the armored robot."
After speaking, Tadokawa Asuka reacted, looked at Kotaro Matsudaira with disdain and said, "I almost forgot, as the eldest son of the Matsudaira family, you must not have had much childhood, right?"
"..." Matsudaira Kotaro.
Did you know Captain Dragonfly is amazing?
I have a boyfriend. Do you have one?
He desperately wanted to fight back, but found that the former had already stepped into the villa door with his legs raised, so he had to chase after him quickly.
After Tatokawa Asuka and Matsudaira Kotaro entered the villa, there was still an endless stream of visitors behind them. In addition to Wano, there were also many visitors from other countries who could tell from their body shape and hair color.
Not everyone was well-dressed. As the motorcade approached the end, the guests who got off the last few cars looked relatively low-key and simple in their attire.
The one walking in front had his hands behind his back and was walking slowly forward. He didn't look like he was attending some luxurious dinner, but more like he was going to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, which attracted many people's attention.
However, being able to get the invitation letter to the dinner already said everything, and no one with no brains would laugh or question it.
...
Kuka Morey.
He is forty-five years old and the captain of the sixth detachment under the commander of the Central Army of the Dawn Revolutionary Army.
He was born in a country called Tago in the west of the mainland. Under the control of the Heavenly World Government, civil strife continued in the country. Most of the people were still in the dilemma of not having enough to eat and hungry. Eleven years ago, he wanted to find peace, prosperity and strength for the country.
The answer was to join the revolutionary army.
At this time, after handing over the invitation letter at the door, Kuka walked into the main entrance of the villa with three revolutionary army soldiers behind him.
The next second, the scene under the golden light came into view, but the three people behind him were momentarily distracted. Even Kuka, who was walking in front, could not help but pause slightly.
In the luxurious corridor covered with red carpet, the gilded corridor lamp above the head illuminates the surrounding sky blue marble floor, making people feel like they are under the blue sky with the sun high in the sky.
Along the way, the various colorful paintings by famous artists on the walls were even more dazzling, which invisibly enhanced the luxurious and high-class atmosphere of this banquet.
After a brief period of confusion, the revolutionary soldier on the left rear of Kuka seemed a little ashamed of his brilliant gaffe, and could not help lowering his voice and cursed:
"Bah! These lackeys of the Celestial Beings from Wano Country!"
The two soldiers next to him came to their senses and immediately followed suit.
"That is, surrendering to the rule of heavenly beings...I would not care about this kind of life no matter how good it is."
"Haha, I'm going to teach the people of Wano a lesson tonight."
Kuka quietly listened to the righteous words of the three Revolutionary Army soldiers behind him, and squinted his eyes to look at everything in front of him. After being in the Revolutionary Army for a long time, he also had his own subtle opinions on some things.
To be honest, it was his first time to come to Wano. He had been surprised by the people walking happily on the streets of New Tokyo and the peaceful atmosphere everywhere since he arrived the day before yesterday. Because he succumbed to the propaganda of the Dawn Revolutionary Army.
The countries he rules are all living in dire straits.
He was silent for a while and then reminded:
"Cheer up and survey the terrain first. Don't forget our mission."
"Yes! Captain Kuka!"
...
In the villa.
At the end of the corridor is the dinner hall.
The halo emanating from the dazzling array of crystal lamps embraces the hall in a warm embrace, and the majestic symphony of "The Gods Enter the Hall of Valor" is heard in my ears.
After entering the spacious hall unconsciously, many guests cheered up and glanced around, becoming more and more looking forward to today's dinner and the content after the dinner.
...
Within a few moments, everyone was seated under the arrangements of the waiter, and the melodious sound of violins sounded.
No one exchanged greetings, no one came out to be polite, and the delicacies that had been cooked long ago were served from the back kitchen.
Most of the guests sitting at the same table did not know each other. In the past, they might have been wary of strangers and remained silent to the point of embarrassment.
But tonight, behind a thin mask, you don’t know what I look like, and I don’t know who you are, but everyone found the topic easily, and we had a surprisingly lively conversation.
In just a blink of an eye, happy laughter came from many tables.
...
Between the tables in the dinner hall, Higashinohara walked back and forth carrying a tray.
He went wherever he needed, but his eyes kept looking around the villa, and finally his eyes fell on the marble escalator leading to the second floor.
He probably walked around every corner of the first floor tonight, but found no place to hide anyone. If the disappearance of Nishimaru Miria was really related to this villa, then there was a high probability that it happened before he had a chance to go up and investigate.
It's probably the third floor.
Thinking of this, Higashinohara withdrew his gaze and continued to be a quiet waiter.
He knew very well that if Miria Nishimaru was really trapped here, his biggest reliance in saving her would be the "Mission Buff" with 50 free attribute points.
What does it feel like to suddenly increase one of your attributes by 50 points? Higashinohara, who usually only scores 0.1+↑, has certainly never experienced this.
However, every 0.1 attribute point increase during the two days of training made him feel that his body was obviously getting stronger and lighter.
It is not difficult to imagine that if five hundred times this terrifying attribute is added to any attribute such as [Agility], [Strength], [Physique], etc., the improvement brought about will definitely be terrifying beyond his expectation.
The problem is that this "Mission Buff" only lasts for 30 minutes, which is almost the same as "Five Seconds of Real Man", so Higashinohara must seize the right moment quickly and accurately if he wants to save people.
Now is not the time.
...
With the melodious violin playing, this "musical dinner" quickly came to an end.
The guests stopped eating and talking and sat there quietly, patiently waiting for what would happen next after the dinner. A waiter like Higashinohara was called to the dressing room of the villa.
A man with a strong build and a leopard-print mask on his face was settling their wages for tonight. Instead of receiving them by name, they were directly queuing up to receive them.
In fact, they didn't even register their names during the afternoon training, and the organizers didn't know whether they were too conceited to trust them, or too trusting in their own strength. No one dared to cheat.
From three o'clock to eight o'clock, five hours, 50,000 yen, is almost equivalent to half a month's salary of working part-time at a convenience store. The dozen or so waiters who got the money were very satisfied.
"Okay! My dear friends, change your clothes and you can leave,"
The man wearing a leopard print mask chuckled, turned around and left. It seemed that he had other things to be busy with.
As soon as the person in charge left, the atmosphere in the locker room became lively.
"Tsk tsk! The hourly wage is so high, I thought the requirements were very strict, but it seems to be nothing."
"That's true. I was just about to clear the table, but I didn't expect that the cheetah-headed supervisor called us all over, paid our wages and left. Give me more part-time jobs like this in the future."
"Hahaha, you have a beautiful idea. Didn't you see those cars outside tonight? Many of them are limited editions. You may not have seen as many as you did today in ten years."
"Hiss—! That's true, eh! You said... these rich people won't leave after eating, what are they going to do next?"
"Who can say for sure what happens in your circle, but...it won't be about sex partying, hehe..."
"Hey hey hey..."
Higashinohara's eyes twitched when he heard the two boys chatting, but he still lowered his head and arranged his clothes slowly and methodically, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.
...
Ten minutes later, all the part-time workers left the locker room one after another. Higashinohara listened to the movement in the hall outside, quietly changed into his usual clothes, and put on the dark gold dragonfly mask again.
After leaving the locker room, he took a detour, naturally heading from the direction of the bathroom to a certain guest seat in the lobby, and immediately pulled out the extra empty seat and sat down.
Sensing the movement, the eyes of the other seven masked visitors immediately fell on Higashinohara, who was wearing a dragonfly mask, and looked up and down at the uninvited guest.
After a while, some people looked deep in thought, and some people had smiles on their lips, but they all chose to ignore the matter and ignore it.
After all, no matter what the identity of Higashinohara who suddenly appeared at this table was, as guests attending this mysterious dinner for the first time, they had no reason to say anything.
As for the host of the party...
I'm afraid no one would have thought that a waiter, a small and inconsequential person recruited temporarily, would transform into a guest and sit at the table after receiving his salary.
Not long after the episode of Higashinohara taking his seat occurred, the door of the villa was suddenly closed by two sturdy men in black suits.
Immediately, they crossed their hands in front of them, standing left and right like door gods. Everyone was attracted to the attention and felt something in their hearts.
The real drama is about to begin...
Sure enough, a man wearing a white lab coat and a fox mask walked over and said in a hoarse and magnetic voice.
"Welcome, all guests, and good evening."
"Then the next step is the [exhibition] we have carefully prepared for every guest."
As the voice fell, the golden wall behind the man in the fox mask suddenly changed color, then separated to both sides, and an elevator leading to the underground appeared.
...
It turned out to be a basement.
At the dining table, Higashinohara looked away from the escalator leading to the second floor.
Many guests attending the dinner for the first time chewed the word "exhibition" in their mouths, and their faces showed thoughtful expressions.
Afterwards, everyone took the elevator in batches to the second underground floor.
Higashinohara's table is the fourth batch.
After getting out of the elevator, he discovered that there was a cave underground in this villa. The lights illuminated the underground like daylight, and the space was very spacious. Directly in front of it was a stage and a red curtain.
"It's an exhibition? Where are the exhibits?"
"Tsk tsk, are you still playing mystery?"
"They're all here, let's see what tricks they play."
"..."
Many dignitaries with high status were patient and waiting for the organizer's next move.
However, at some point, a rare middle-aged man without a mask appeared on the stage. He was short and fat, and his appearance and temperament looked like a common business manager in the workplace.
"Ahem... Good evening, all guests. I am Masaten Kusao, the president of Sigmund International Trading's New Tokyo Branch. Many people may not know me."
Having said this, the man who called himself Kusao Masaki paused, and said with a kind and peaceful smile, "Well... maybe some of you have heard of my other name. Many people in New Tokyo used to like to call me -
—Rattlesnake.”
The moment the last three words of the man's sentence fell, the crowd on the second underground floor suddenly became quiet, and you could almost hear a pin drop.
Immediately afterwards there was a commotion.
"Huh? Have you heard of this name?"
"Hiss—! Rattlesnake? Could it be the human trafficker tycoon from the underground black market in New Tokyo ten years ago?"
"I heard that he was a sixth-level superpower back then. His talent was the high-risk ability of sequence 35 [Rattlesnake]. He controlled all human trafficking activities in Tokyo. The Metropolitan Police Department dispatched a large number of police forces but failed to catch him."
"I remember the news report that year. In the end, Tokugawa Ritora, the 'King Kong King' of the Third Investigation Team, was dispatched and arrested him personally. He was sentenced to life imprisonment in the court trial."
"Life sentence? Then why is he here?"
"..."
Hearing the comments and surprises of everyone in front of him, Masaru Kusao showed a satisfied smile on his face, clapped his hands and said with a smile:
"Now that everyone has recognized me, you can rest assured about the professionalism of our exhibition tonight. Next, we will bring you our [Exhibit No. 001]."
As he finished speaking, the stage next to him suddenly made a "click, click, click" sound, and a huge square covered with black cloth rose from the bottom of the stage into everyone's sight.
Seeing this scene, many people present had vague speculations in their minds based on the former identity of Mao Wei Zhengtian, but no one asked to leave.
In fact, as a member of the elite in various countries around the world, we have never seen any exhibitions on weekdays.
After receiving this mysterious invitation letter, they traveled thousands of miles to the country of Wano. I am afraid that only the scene in front of them could arouse their eager expectations.
Of course not everyone is like this.
In the crowd, Asuka Tatogawa, who was wearing a little raccoon mask, stomped the upper of Kotaro Matsudaira's shoe next to him and said through gritted teeth:
"What surprise? Is this the after-dinner surprise you were talking about?"
Matsudaira Kotaro suddenly bared his teeth.
But others were also a little confused. They cursed in their hearts that their friend was unreliable. He didn't say anything in advance about such prohibited content after the dinner. He quickly made it clear that he was definitely not that kind of person.
Just as the crowd was commotion, the elevator on the stage stopped, and the huge iron cage covered with black cloth stopped firmly on the stage.
On the stage, Masaki Kusao didn't show any concern. He raised his hand and uncovered the black cloth with a smile. The first thing that came into view was a huge iron cage with transparent life-saving capsules placed horizontally inside it.
.
Lying in the life-support cabin was a five- or six-year-old blond girl. Her delicate face was as pale as paper, her eyes were closed, and she wore a collar around her neck. She was covered with dozens of infusion needles and medical instruments. She was watching from the side.
Various real-time body data refreshed on the device like a waterfall.
There seemed to be some unknown changes taking place in the little girl's body. Even in her sleep, a look of painful struggle flashed across her pale face from time to time. She didn't know what kind of nightmare she was experiencing.
On the monitor screen, the extremely unstable heart rate and other body function monitoring silently indicate that the girl's current physical condition is not optimistic.
In the crowd, the moment Higashinohara, who was wearing a dragonfly mask, saw the little girl, his pupils suddenly shrank and he unconsciously clenched his fists, and then he took a slow, deep breath.
As for the dignitaries from various countries standing here, many of them are doubtful at this time.
A seriously ill little girl?
Was it worth waiting so long to suppress their curiosity?
Someone in front of the crowd was about to ask a question, but Masaru Kusao glanced at him with a smile, and looked at everyone again, and his voice spread to every corner of the second underground floor.
"Here I would like to introduce to you:
Today’s [Exhibit No. 001] is likely to be a compatibility of extremely rare dual talent abilities in the world. The former is the spiritual ability of talent sequence 28 [Listening], and the latter is the telekinetic ability of talent sequence 45 [Wang Yu].
, I believe everyone can see it. It is obvious that No. 001 has passed the life-and-death barrier of "compatibility" that countless people with abilities still dream of."
A person with dual talents?
Everyone in the audience immediately buzzed and started talking.
No one who came here didn't understand the meaning of dual-talent ability users, and the faces under the masks were filled with silent shock.
On the stage, Masaru Kusao looked at the sensational effect created by the opening of the exhibition with a very satisfied expression. Then he shrugged again, pressed his hands down and waited until the scene became quiet, then said in a very candid tone:
"Of course, I have to remind everyone...our [Exhibit No. 001] is currently only a [semi-finished product]. The prerequisite for success is that she, who suffers from congenital heart disease, can be revived and stabilized by the collision of the two power fruits in her body.