Guyver Armor: KAP-2

Dr. Shirai had completely entered a state of research fanaticism, even more impatient than Dr. Odagiri, the project leader, and reached out to try and pull Tsubasa Kanno along:

"The sooner the transcription is completed, the sooner experimental verification can begin. This is epoch-making research that could rewrite the course of human evolution!"

Tsubasa Kamino and Kirito Oda exchanged a glance, both seeing a helpless smile in each other's eyes.

As a colleague, Oda Kiri had already witnessed Shirai's enthusiasm when he encountered projects that interested him, so he simply smiled and shook his head, acknowledging his senior's impatient nature.

Just as Kamino Tsubasa was about to nod in agreement, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and changed the subject, looking at Odagiri:

"Oh, right, Dr. Odaki, there's one more thing. While the spaceship's life support system can currently supply basic survival resources, the liquid nutrients the Adventists provide... well, the taste..."

To be honest, it's really not suitable for long-term human consumption.

He paused, his tone somewhat deliberate:

"Doctor, I remember you came from a wealthy family before joining Kronos, and you seemed to be a big shot in some agricultural and livestock company? You should have some clues about that, right?"

Dr. Odakiri was taken aback, then realized that Tsubasa Kanno was after his hidden rich kid identity, and shook his head with a wry smile:

"You certainly know how to order people around... but it was a lucky accident."

I've seen the overall cabin structure of the remnant spaceship. The unused biological cavities on the lower level have ample space for modification; they could easily be converted into a cultivation base.

He organized his thoughts, and his tone became more resolute:

"My family's core warehouse in Zhudai Ward stores various high-quality crop samples and a complete emergency food production plan."

"As long as you can find a way to transport these devices and samples onto the spaceship, and combine them with the Descendants' bio-cultivation technology, building a self-sufficient small-scale circular ecological farm shouldn't be too difficult."

"Then it's settled." Kamino Tsubasa breathed a sigh of relief, and then added:

"If you have time, could you please plan and purchase another batch of basic living supplies, from daily necessities to snacks? We can't keep relying on the liquid nutrients from the Advents."

"In addition, finding a place on the surface to build a hidden base should also be included in the plan in advance."

Subsequent resupply and the replenishment of research equipment will require a safe ground landing point.

"Hey, you've finally shown your true colors, haven't you? Are you ever going to stop? You're only bossing me around, aren't you...?"

Oda Kiri immediately crossed her arms and glared at him, her tone full of helplessness, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

Dr. Shirai, who had been waiting impatiently for some time, reached out and tugged at Tsubasa Kanno's sleeve, raising his voice:

"Stop with the trivialities! Don't forget that data transcription is the top priority. Let's get going; every second we delay will hinder my research progress!"

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away." Tsubasa Kamino smiled and turned around, walking towards the control room with Dr. Shirai.

Oda Kiri watched the two figures disappear into the distance, sighed helplessly, and quickly followed.

The three figures gradually disappeared into the depths of the living body passage, and the sounds of their conversation gradually faded away.

……

MAX Pharmaceuticals headquarters in Japan, in the MAX Pharmaceuticals building.

This skyscraper, which looks no different from any other multinational pharmaceutical company on the outside, is actually Kronos's core base in Japan.

Five days had passed since Richard Geo was labeled a traitor by the Kronos leadership.

As a direct subordinate of Geo and the chief inspector of the Beast God, Ozwald A. Liskarm has fallen from his former glory as a core member of the organization, where he once held immense power of oversight, to the dust.

He was sidelined and relegated to the security room on the ground floor of the building by the newly appointed head of the Shinjuku base in Japan, Van Masque, under the pretext of "reasonableness," becoming a marginal figure who was essentially a doorman.

The uniform clung to his body in a wrinkled mess, and the badge that once symbolized his status as an inspector had long since been removed.

He could only lean angrily against the cold metal door, his eyes churning with resentment and bitterness.

"That damn Van Masker... We were graduates of the same Kronos executive training program, after all."

If I hadn't covered up that mission failure for you back then, would you be where you are today, you bastard?

Seeing our Lishke family decline, they showed absolutely no mercy!

Before his thoughts could settle, two heavy footsteps approached from afar, belonging to two mid-level base cadres whom he had previously reprimanded severely.

The two men, dressed in sharp black suits, looked at him with schadenfreude.

"Oh, isn't this Inspector Lishke? What brings you here to guide our work at the grassroots level?"

"Tsk tsk, they're really dedicated! They even personally guard the gate. We should learn from them, hahaha!"

The shrill laughter echoed in the ground floor hall. Ozward clenched his fists, but could only lower his head and pretend not to hear it.

In the rules of the Kronos organization, those who have lost power do not even have the right to refute.

With the fall of Geo, it was a miracle that he, a remnant of the old regime, was able to keep his life.

If anyone dares to contradict them in the slightest, they will end up like Genzo Makishima, being forcibly turned into an experimental subject.

The two men, accompanied by several of their men, swaggered past, deliberately bumping into him. Ozward stumbled half a step, his pent-up frustration almost overflowing.

"Damn it... Is this how my life is going to end... Valkyrie...?"

Originally, after this surveillance mission ended, I would have been able to smoothly accept the transfer to the Super Beast Soldier and officially join the ranks of the high-level elite. Now it's all ruined! Damn it..."

Just as he was feeling indignant, he suddenly felt a strange, uncomfortable sensation in his left pocket.

He frowned, reached into his pocket, and felt a neatly folded piece of paper under his fingertips.

"What... was it the one who bumped into me in the crowd just now?"

He looked around warily, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he quietly hid in a private restroom stall and carefully unfolded the note.

A line of text was written on the paper in neat, clean handwriting:

"If you're still not satisfied, come here after get off work!"

Below the handwriting, the address and house number of an abandoned factory in the suburbs are clearly written.

His fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the note, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty in his heart. But then he thought:

"Since things are already like this, why not go and take a look?"

He gritted his teeth, crumpled the note into a ball, stuffed it into his palm, suppressed his doubts, and made up his mind to go.

As night deepened, the abandoned factories in the suburbs were overgrown with weeds, exuding a chilling atmosphere.

Lishke pushed open the door and entered. The dim light inside the factory stretched his tall, thin figure into an extremely long silhouette.

As he entered, the figure slowly turned around, a playful smile playing on his lips:

"Hmph, it's been a long time, Inspector Lishke!"

The moment he saw the person's face clearly, his pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively took a step back, his tone filled with shock and wariness:

"Makishima? You, a wanted fugitive, dare to appear before me so openly?"

"What if I join you too...?"

……

That night, Ozwald A. Lishke, the inspector of the Japanese branch, completely defected!