Fight! Fight! Fight!
Vodka's eyes widened, his excitement almost bubbling over.
The two stared at each other, the air thick with tension.
Tequila had a fiery temper, wasn't easy to mess with, and had a nasty mouth:
“What are you looking at, pretty boy?”
The fuse was lit, and the fight was about to erupt.
“I think you're a big man who fell into a pit of shit, and it’s splattered all over you!”
“You're asking for it!”
Tequila's face contorted with rage. With a roar, he charged forward, his fist clenched, ready to punch.
The force was there, but the technique was lacking, like a man in bed who only had brute strength.
Suzuki Baiye dodged the blow, caught Tequila’s wrist with his right hand, and kicked him in the gut!
There was a muffled bang as the kick connected.
Tequila stumbled back, taking three or four steps before regaining his balance.
Gin had been responsible for Suzuki Baiye's interview a few days ago, so he was confident in his fighting ability.
Now seeing that the situation was in hand, he yelled:
“Enough! Stop!”
A few moves were enough to show who was better.
Tequila brushed off the footprint on his black suit, his eyes fierce.
“I don’t care about your personal grudges. Complete the mission, or you know what the consequences are.”
“I can handle this mission alone.”
Tequila left with a slam of the door, leaving Suzuki Baiye standing there, waiting for an explanation:
“What’s with the ‘pretty boy’ thing?”
Gin smirked, a fleeting expression in his eyes:
“How have you been getting along with Shiho?”
Baiye frowned slightly, feeling that his boss was getting a little too involved today.
Regardless of whether he had anything with Miyano Shiho, and even if he did, what did it have to do with Gin:
“Just like that, what else can it be?”
His vague response was basically saying nothing.
Gin raised his eyebrows slightly, not dwelling on the subject.
He pulled out a black invitation and tossed it on the table:
“No need to come to work tomorrow. At 2 pm, attend Full Heaven's gaming launch event. There's a guy in the development department named Nakajima Hideaki who has the designer list we need. Get it and go to the top floor of the Big Black Building, to the cocktail bar. I’ll be waiting for you there.”
Baiye took the invitation and examined it, asking cautiously:
“Do I have to do this alone, or can anyone else do it?”
Gin put his legs down from the table, stood up:
“Anyone can do it, you’re assisting Tequila. Just get the list and hand it over.”
“Are there any other requirements?”
“No.”
Baiye nodded, boldly testing:
“Can I ask for one extra request after I succeed?”
“Hmm?”
Meeting those cold and scrutinizing eyes, he replied:
“The last time I was in the cafeteria, I saw a body with scales. And during the last capture, I saw infected individuals. I’m curious about what’s really going on in Lab 3. If I become a member of the organization, can I visit it?”
Gin thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement:
“No problem.”
“Okay, I’ll head back then, boss.”
After Suzuki Baiye left the office, Vodka started complaining:
“Why did you recruit him?”
Gin glanced at him and asked:
“Are you teaching me how to do my job?”
Vodka, like a neglected wife, was resentful but didn’t dare say it too explicitly:
“When I joined the organization, I went through rigorous tests. Why was his so easy? It’s not fair!”
The little brother had been talking a lot lately, which annoyed Gin:
“Did I say that was the only test?”
…
Suzuki Baiye left the office, unable to contain his inner excitement.
He’d been searching for a way in, and here it was, just like that!
Gathering intelligence from security personnel was like scratching at the door of a locked house.
Scratching for ages won’t get you anywhere, it’s better to just break in.
Gin’s mission was actually very simple.
Tomorrow, attend Full Heaven’s gaming launch event and get a designer list from Mr. Nakajima.
Baiye figured this was like stealing business intelligence.
Maybe they were trying to poach someone or cause some kind of unfair competition.
He didn’t know if it was illegal or not.
Anyway, he didn’t get along with Tequila. At worst, he could just slack off.
He’d act enthusiastic on the surface, but wouldn’t get involved in anything illegal.
Even if someone dug up his past, he wouldn’t be caught with his pants down.
For this, he specifically asked Gin if there were any other requirements.
Gin said no, indicating he wasn't concerned with the process, only the result.
Slacking off and getting lucky? Too easy.
Back in the security room, Fukaken and the others were out on patrol.
Yamada, who was on duty at noon, was playing cards with his colleagues and greeted him enthusiastically:
“Captain, the boss called you over. Did anything happen?”
Baiye sat down, took a big gulp of tea:
“What could happen? It’s just a mission, a little fieldwork.”
“Ah, so envious.”
He rolled his eyes at Yamada, scoffing:
“Get real, you kid just likes being sarcastic. There’s no overtime pay, why be envious?”
“That’s true. By the way, are you free tonight, Captain?”
Baiye didn’t like making promises first, so he asked back:
“Tell me what it’s about first.”
Yamada chuckled, scratching his head sheepishly:
“Well, we guys decided we wanted to treat the Captain to dinner.”
No good deed goes unpunished. Baiye wouldn't agree so easily:
“No good deed goes unpunished. Forget it. Speak your mind, let it all out. Don't beat around the bush.”
Yamada rubbed his hands together, his eyes full of anticipation:
“Captain, can you sign our autographs? If you become famous later, we can also bask in your glory.”
“Sure, sure.”
Autographs were no big deal.
“Ring ring.”
Hearing the special phone ringing, Baiye answered it, motioning for the security guards to be quiet:
“Hello? This is Suzuki. What can I do for you?”
Miyano Shiho's voice came from the other end:
“Come to my office now.”
“Ok.”
He hung up the phone and, under the pretense of having a mission, left the security room.
He entered Lab 3, walked down the corridor, and knocked on the door:
“Doctor?”
“The door’s unlocked, come in.”
Miyano Shiho rubbed her temples, her expression tired:
“I just got word that Gin is going to recruit you into the organization?”
Baiye didn’t feel the need to hide it and frankly admitted:
“Yeah, he promised me everything I want.”
Miyano Shiho opened her mouth, looking like she wanted to say something but didn’t.
After three or four breaths, she finally spoke:
“Can you please not join the organization?”
Baiye found the request strange.
Miyano Shiho was a member of the organization herself. Why was she advising him not to join?
“I need a reasonable explanation.”
“Listen to me once, or you’ll regret it.”
This kind of vague advice lacked any convincing power.
Baiye was joining the organization to investigate the truth about Lab 3.
If he gave up, Miyano Shiho alone wouldn’t be able to get him into the inner circle:
“I know you’re looking out for me, but I’m declining.”
Miyano Shiho had spent her childhood surrounded by books and labs, rarely interacting with people.
When faced with someone trying to flirt with her, she was always sarcastic.
This sharp tongue was more of a self-defense mechanism than a nasty attitude.
As a result, Miyano Shiho wasn’t very experienced at persuasion:
“Mr. Suzuki, the organization isn’t as good as you think.”
Baiye was confused and blurted out:
“Then why did you join?”
Miyano Shiho froze for a moment, lowered her head, and her voice softened:
“I… I was forced to.”
“Huh?”
Before Baiye could ask, Miyano Shiho confessed:
“My parents were top scientists in the organization. After their death, I was raised by the organization and sent abroad to study. Joining the organization wasn’t my choice, but I had to.”
Judging by her appearance and attire, she looked like a young adult.
At such a young age, she was a doctor and held the position of Lab Director, a true genius.
Miyano Shiho inherited her parents' excellent genes and was quite accomplished in biology.
This kind of high-quality talent had to be tightly controlled.
No wonder the pharmaceutical company had assigned someone to monitor her, even accompanying her on outings.
Then her childhood must have been terrible.
Thinking about it, Baiye sighed sadly:
“If you don’t like it, why can’t you leave the organization?”