In the research institute, Shirakawa looked at the monitor strapped to Akemi Miyano's body, and the heartbeat shown on it slowed down little by little, and finally returned to zero, sounding a piercing alarm.

And that's the end? It's really not fun at all.

Shirakawa suddenly felt a little bored, and he didn't have the comfort of revenge.

Also, the person he wants to avenge has already been killed by him eighteen years ago, and now he is just angry.

But so what, the abuser's descendants are desperately shaking off the blame and excusing the abuser, so don't blame the victim for being angry.

Turning the alarm off, Shirakawa poured a test tube of pure water, then dropped the only "silver bullet" into the water and watched it melt in the water.

After the medicine was completely melted, Shirakawa used a syringe to inject the medicine into Miyano's corpse.

After doing all this, he sent a message to Yege.

In less than a minute, a burly man who looked more like an underworld thug than a researcher walked in.

"Looks like you're having a great time, Bailey." Yege looked at Akemi Miyano with bright eyes: "Medicated?" ”

"Well, I'll leave it to you, Yege."

"It's a pity, I thought I could see the legendary 'resurrection of the dead'."

Yege excitedly began to hand down Miyano Akemi:

"You should move the corpse to my lab for remedication, so I can directly observe the drug reaction."

Noge has always been curious about the legendary "Silver Bullet", but he is only curious, he does not have such a simple and crude desire as immortality.

After all, for him, a hundred years of life has been a long time, and he has begun to get tired of living now.

The reason why I didn't try to commit suicide is because I am afraid of pain, and second, because the boss is still alive.

The boss's childhood experience was already miserable, and he finally became happier in the past two years, and Yege didn't want him to be hit by his friend's suicide again.

So, let's just get by, find something interesting for yourself to do, and live it, and it's half a lifetime.

"This drug works very slowly, and it's too late for you to move people over."

Shirakawa moved his body, the venting activity was over, and he was ready to sneak away to play with the cute players:

"By the way, be careful, don't let her wake up. If there is any problem with my later plan, I will let you experience what it is like to be Ling Chi Qiandao. ”

Yege's expression became serious and serious: "Don't worry, I'm not Kaluwa, so I don't have so much to do." Junerik has researched a drug that clears memories and compiles memories that should help you in the next game, do you want to find him? ”

Bai Chuanxing thought for a moment: "Yes, but he is not qualified to know the specific details." You look at the arrangement, I'll go first. ”

He doesn't remember whether Junerik appeared in the original book, but the relationship between Junerik and Shirley in this world is very good, hmm...... Good one-sided.

To put it simply, Junerik is Shirley's licking dog, but Shirley ignores him.

In the training ground on the upper floor of the research room, Takumi Funagi lay on the ground like a dead dog.

The first time he took the fitness test, he found that it was completely different from the one in the novel!

He just wanted to vomit now, he felt dizzy in his head, and he couldn't lift up and down.

"Now, it looks like your physical skills can't be described as poor."

Shirakawa sat down on the chair next to him, and Nansi handed the test results of the Funajo Takukai test to Shirakawa Xing:

"Mr. Funeshiro's melee ability is none; Ranged sniper ability: None; Shooting ability B, but compared to skill, it is better to say that he is lucky, and even the posture of holding the gun is wrong.

"Because I had enough time, I tested Mr. Funajo's computer, lockpicking, and freehand climbing abilities, and the result was none. The only one who passes is intelligence analysis ability, and the grade is only B. ”

There are three levels of competency within the organization: S, A, and B.

It will be reused when it reaches the S rank, such as Shuichi Akai, Toru Amuro, Midorikawa View, etc.;

Class A is a peripheral member of the advanced point, which is used to perform certain tasks that do not have a high level of secrecy, but have certain requirements for technology and concealment;

Class B is a peripheral member of ordinary cannon fodder, performing some tasks such as attracting the sight of a target and forcibly killing a target, and belongs to the role of cannon fodder at any time for various reasons.

And those who can't reach the B level are collectively referred to as none, have no ability, and natural organizations don't need it, so they can die directly.

Nan Si sat and explained, her tone was full of disgust, she couldn't understand why her young master wanted to accept such a waste as his subordinates, he was not even cannon fodder.

Takumi Funagi didn't know what level B-class was in the organization, but he heard the string of nothings clearly, and it gave him the feeling that he was a waste......

Although, in a way, he is really a waste now......

But he definitely can't say that, otherwise Shirakawa Xing might just pull out his gun and send him to be the unlucky guy who was burned to ashes by the fire.

Funaki Takumi barely supported his body with his desire to survive, and hurriedly said: "Wait, wait, although I'm very wasted now, players are growing up very quickly, just like you play games, give me some time, I can." ”

The desire to survive is quite strong.

Bai Chuanxing returned this unsightly report card to Nansi, and opened the system with great interest, and there was no change in the favorability of Shiphiro Takumi.

Is it because Takumi Funagi didn't see his true face, or did he not connect him with the identity of Shirakawa Xing?

Shirakawa Star is not sure, but since he is here, he will have time to explore slowly in the future.

Bai Chuanxing said with a smile: "Game, I know." However, game characters need game props to grow rapidly, how do you plan to grow? ”

The system of Conan's group of players has no level, and they all do tasks to earn props.

Funaki Takumi's brain was running at an unprecedented high speed, squeezing out a smile that was better than crying and couldn't see where to go: "I...... Although I am not very good, I can complete the game tasks and earn all kinds of items for you. I'm very well fed and don't need you to spend money. ”

In a different direction, it was very convincing, but it was not enough, he needed a letter of nomination, a letter of nomination that was weighty enough to make him no longer have unrealistic illusions about joining the red side.

Bai Chuanxing got up and took out a USB flash drive from the side: "In the past two days, the FBI has urgently evacuated Japan, and many temporary bases have been exposed, I want you to go there and use this to copy out the things in their computers." ”

Funjo Takumi took the USB flash drive, his expression was a little confused: "But, I'm not very good at using computers to find things, their data should be encrypted, right?" ”

"You don't have to worry about this, there are edited programs in the USB flash drive, and as long as you plug it into the computer, it will copy it by itself."

"You don't have to worry about the identity convenience, Nansi can do a simple disguise for you; Don't worry about security, I'll arrange someone for you. ”

Shirakawa Xing playfully observed the face of Funaki Takumi:

"As long as you can come out of it alive, you can become a member of the organization. How's this deal? ”

Someone pressed the formation, even to protect security, but also for surveillance. If I had any idea of defecting to the FBI, I was afraid that I would be killed on the spot, but ......

Funaki Takumi really didn't have the confidence, and from the bullet that could snipe at the target 800 yards away, Akai Shu's subordinates brought out the information alive.

"I have accurate information that Shuichi Akai is back in the United States now, after all, the members of the organization are staring at him too hard, and staying in Japan will only expose more of their strongholds."

Shirakawa Xing seemed to know what Funaki Takumi was thinking, and swore an oath.

Is that so?

Funagi Takumi gritted his teeth: "Okay, I'll go." ”

If you're unlucky enough to be caught by the FBI, I'll discuss with the FBI and be a tainted witness or something, just take some information and go back to fool around this time.

The red side of this world should be very conscientious and will not kill innocent passers-by, right?

If he's lucky, he does copy the intel and get the code name, and he can get quite a few rewards. Only by getting more rewards can he grow up quickly and have the strength to get rid of this horrible guy.

Bai Chuanxing snapped his fingers with a smile: "Very smart choice, vodka, take him to take a shower, change his clothes, and equip him." Good luck, Mr. Funajo. ”

Takumi Funajo reluctantly smiled, tried his best to suppress the complicated emotions in his heart, kept his face expressionless, and followed the vodka away.

Nan Si asked puzzledly: "Young master, the USB flash drive you gave him didn't have a copy program in it." ”

She had just seen with her own eyes that Shirakawa had found a new USB flash drive that a lucky researcher at the base had asked for, and there was absolutely nothing in it.

"It's just a small test, it doesn't matter if he copies the information or not. You just need to make a big deal about him infiltrating the FBI stronghold, so big that the intelligence agencies of various countries know that someone broke into the FBI's stronghold in Japan and got important information. ”

Shirakawa Xing's smile is unfathomable:

"As long as he comes out of the FBI base alive, then what's in the USB stick, I have the final say."

If he's not mistaken, there was a theatrical version of the black-clad organization as the protagonist before the crossing, which seemed to be a nightmare called gin?

Shirakawa Xing thinks that there is nothing wrong with appropriately speeding up part of the plot, for example, cleaning up undercover agents.