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"From people to landmarks, and finally, I want to immerse the entire city of Tokyo in my ultimate art."
Lisael had actually planned to realize the ultimate art long ago, but the time was not right and the bomb stockpile was not enough.
This time, receiving and handing over tasks from the dark web was actually an experiment.
She herself was inconvenient to move around frequently, yet she was desperately short of money—making a bomb that could blow up a city was far too expensive.
Selling bombs to recoup funds has proven to be unreliable; taking on commissions is a faster way to make money.
She didn't want a penny for the first collaboration, but afterwards we could discuss taking a percentage and getting it for free.
Time flew by and it was noon.
Lin Che didn't have lunch with the receptionist because it wasn't necessary, and besides, the security guard should be awake by now.
He paid someone to buy him a bento box, while he sat in the pickup truck keeping watch.
To be honest, he was running out of patience and wanted to just shoot Oki Iwamatsu in the street, finish the mission, and leave as soon as possible.
However, the mission had specific requirements, and he was afraid that Lisael would deny it.
Halfway through the meal, the passenger door was opened, and Lisael, dressed in simple combat gear, got in.
"I never expected you to look like this in real life. Are you Chinese?"
"Well, let's get to know each other formally, Li Rusong."
You know my name.
Lisael did not shake hands with Lin Che, but instead took out an MP7 and reloaded it.
She glanced at Lin Che, "Where is he?"
"He's still upstairs and hasn't come down yet. Are you planning to beat him to death in the street?" Lin Che asked, somewhat agitated.
Lisa looked at the gun in her hand. "No, it's just a habit to have my weapons ready. How long have you been an assassin?"
"Less than a month, I think."
"Then I'll teach you a lesson this time. We'll see how you perform and decide whether we should cooperate more in the future. I have a lot of resources at my disposal; one person simply can't handle them all."
The two chatted for a while and gradually became acquainted.
Lissell raised her gaze. "Have you explored this building thoroughly?"
"Not yet. I'm here to kill, not to inspect architectural designs." Lin Che took out the cigarettes he had collected earlier and flicked one at Lisael. "Don't worry, there's nothing added to them."
Lisael precisely pinched the cigarette between two fingers and chuckled, "I don't smoke cigarettes without something added to them, but since you gave it to me, I won't refuse."
She rolled down the car window, and flames rose up.
After taking a deep drag, she sighed, "Marriage really is a kind of constraint. I haven't smoked in a long time, and I feel a little dizzy."
"I have limited time. I have to go back by the day after tomorrow at the latest. Whether it succeeds or not, I will have to kill everyone."
"Tonight we'll sneak in and plant all the bombs first."
Meanwhile, on the other side, the building was in shadow.
A man dressed in black was speaking respectfully into his phone:
"Brother, Yuan Jiaming's residence is under close surveillance, and his whereabouts can be tracked."
"The bomb will be installed tonight as well. Don't worry, we will definitely fulfill our mission."
Chapter 68 Each Bombs One Side
Tokyo.
Gin smiled and said, "Well done. The architectural design drawings that Hara Yoshiaki sent earlier should be fine."
"I will arrange for vodka to come over tonight or tomorrow morning, so don't slack off."
"Has there been any unusual activity on Hara Yoshiaki's side?"
The younger brother remained respectful and said, "Judging from her actions, there is nothing unusual. She usually keeps to herself most of the time, and at most she occasionally attends some gatherings with Tokiwa Mio."
"Big brother, is there really something wrong with him? I have a feeling..."
Gin interrupted him directly, "You're questioning my judgment."
"no!"
"Then do as I say."
After hanging up the phone, Gin withdrew his gaze from the car window, flicked out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.
As is customary, the driver, Vodka, spoke up at the opportune moment, "Ha, that guy Hara Yoshiaki actually secretly stole the organization's data."
"But brother, I really can't think of any reason why he would do this."
Gin exhaled a puff of smoke, "It's nothing more than feeling uneasy working for us and wanting to hold onto some trump cards."
"It's also possible that a sudden surge of righteousness led him to want to expose the organization's existence to the world."
"But whatever the reason, I can't keep him alive any longer."
His tone suddenly carried a hint of melancholy.
"Vodka, can you understand what these people are thinking?"
“If I just honestly serve the organization, there won’t be any problems, but they insist on doing some dirty tricks to force me to get rid of them.”
Vodka chuckled twice. "Brother, I don't understand."
nonsense!
He dared to say he understood, but the next second his older brother could be pointing a gun at the back of his head.
However, he genuinely didn't understand, and he felt that his older brother's words made a lot of sense.
Gin was silent for a moment, and after his cigarette had burned halfway, he suddenly spoke, "Haven't we found that guy we met at Miyano Akemi's house last time?"
Vodka's heart rate spiked immediately. "Um... Brother, I really tried my best to investigate, but I just couldn't find any useful information."
He thought he would be scolded.
But Gin didn't even raise his voice. "That's normal. Sherry was able to disappear so completely without leaving a trace. I really underestimated her before."
“Anyone who can hang out with her is certainly not an ordinary person.”
"That guy from the Mud Ginseng Association..."
Vodka breathed a sigh of relief and quickly replied, "Lin Che."
"Yes, Lin Che." Gin's lost memories returned instantly. "Have we found this person?"
Vodka was silent.
Gin sighed.
Vodka quickly interjected, "Brother, he's just a street thug. He couldn't possibly have cracked the USB drive."
Gin said coldly, "A street thug? Then why haven't you found him yet?"
"this......"
"I've told you many times, never underestimate anyone until you've personally confirmed that they are dead."
"I'm sorry, brother!"
"Go to Nishitama City. I'll arrange for someone else to find Lin Che."
"...Who, Pisco?"
"Heh, this old man is too busy to get away now. He's used to a life of luxury, and he might not even have the ability anymore."
"Are you going to go find it yourself, brother?"
So you didn't hear what I just said?
A sense of powerlessness spread through Gin's chest.
He said slowly, "Vermouth will be back soon. That woman still has the nerve to take a vacation. I'll find her something to do."
"First, let her go find Lin Che, then let her cooperate with Pisco to assassinate Tonguchi Shigehiko. Only after everything is done can she rest."
Vodka: "..."
The eldest brother not only acts as a model worker himself, but also forces the others to do the same.
Just like himself.
There are no holidays at all.
The last trip that could barely be considered a vacation was a few years ago when I accompanied Sherry to Mermaid Island with my older brother.
"Shall I go to Nishitama City now?"
"Okay, go ahead and make sure they install the bomb properly. They can come back to pick me up tomorrow."
Gin opened the car door and got out.
His car was still a Porsche 356A.
With the organization's resources, getting the car back from the police would be quite easy.
In addition to changing the tires and repairing the car, he simply had someone completely overhaul the car inside and out, and even had the paintwork completely repainted.
Looking at her beloved car naturally brings to mind that man whose identity she doesn't know.
And when he thought of that man, he only had one thing to say:
"Ah—Sherry!"
Gin's call sent a chill down Ai Haibara's spine.
Dr. A Li's house.
"Strange, it's not cold today, so why do I feel uneasy?"
Ai Haibara was sitting on the sofa reading a book when she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
She subconsciously turned her gaze to the window, and the bright sunlight outside reminded her of Lin Che.
"Nishitama City... I wonder if we'll unexpectedly run into each other again this time."
Of course!
Because Lin Che was still keeping watch outside the Twin Towers skyscraper at this moment, while Lisa Er had disappeared—she was going to transport the bomb.
Stalking is really exhausting.
Lin Che made a decision: if Lisael made such a request again, he would simply carry the bomb and charge straight at the target, then shove the bomb into the other person's arms and detonate it on the spot.
This time it won't work.
This time, Lisael is going to blow up the building. Killing Ooki Iwatsu in advance would not only alert the enemy but also break the contract, because Lisael gave him a brand new task before leaving.
[The Art of Two Colors: This scene depicts Lissell planting bombs inside the twin towers and ultimately destroying them.]
[Mission Rewards: 2 experience points, increased Lissal's favorability (1-50 points depending on performance during the mission)]
This task not only gives a lot of experience points, but also up to 50 points of personal favorability, making it really hard to refuse.
If it weren't for this new mission keeping him occupied, Lin Che might not have had the patience to stay here and keep watch.
I wonder what Oki Iwatsu went up there for. Does it take that long to inspect the progress of the project?
Lin Che reclined his chair and lay half-reclined, his view unobstructed.
But a sudden phone call from Akako Koizumi took a bit of the show.
The witch's opening was simple and direct: she asked him when he would have time, and that she was prepared to fulfill her promise and take him to the gate of dark magic.
Lin Che declined the offer as planned.
Just then, Oki Iwatsu, who had been nowhere to be seen, finally appeared downstairs.
"I'll talk to you later when I'm done with this."
Lin Che quickly adjusted his posture, drove off, and followed.
Night fell in the blink of an eye.
Building B of the twin-tower skyscraper.