I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Kenzo Masuyama's keen intuition, which he acquired after surviving gunfire and hail of bullets in his youth, made him realize something was wrong in an instant, and he stopped himself from urinating in time and wanted to launch a counterattack.

But it was too late.

The moment he turned around, a mop handle whizzing towards him from the front quickly enlarged in Kenzo Masuyama's vision.

Chapter 205: Torturing Pisco

Kenzo Masuyama woke up in a dark but narrow space, with a dull pain on the back of his head from before he lost consciousness.

It was difficult for Kenzo Masuyama to say what he was trapped in, because the thing that bound him had no fixed shape.

The ground beneath him felt as hard as concrete, and his hands and feet were tied together.

He tried to kick his legs, but his head immediately felt tense; he tried to raise his hands, but there seemed to be a large net above him that limited the range of movement.

Kenzo Masuyama thought that he was probably put in a sack.

"anyone there?"

He tried to call out.

Kenzo Masuyama knew very well that there was no point in continuing to pretend to be dead at this time. He tried to struggle. If the other party kept staring at him, then his previous action clearly showed that he had woken up.

Even if the other party didn't notice his little trick, given his current situation, he must have been transported to a very secret place.

What's more, I was put in a sack in the middle of the night. Even if the police came, they might not find me and rescue me if I didn't move.

So instead of continuing to play dead, it is better for him to directly state that he has woken up, and then negotiate the terms.

This is the necessary psychological quality for the president of a leading Japanese automobile manufacturing company.

About three seconds after he finished speaking, Kenzo Masuyama heard a soft sigh from outside the sack, followed by the emotionless voice of a young boy.

"You made me mix this bucket of pepper water for nothing. I was thinking if you didn't wake up I would push your head into the pepper water... Never mind, it will still be useful later anyway."

Pepper spray?

Kenzo Masuyama's heart sank.

Although he is the president of Mitsubishi Motors on the surface, in fact, due to his relationship with the Black Organization, he actually has a deep understanding of the underworld.

Normally, covering the face with a cloth and pouring water on it is already a cruel punishment. Now this person is going to directly press the head into the chili water... Can young people not be so extreme?

Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Kenzo Masuyama adopted a negotiating tone.

"Since they kidnapped me here, they should know my identity. If I'm missing for more than ten minutes, my men will call the police, and all the police in Tokyo will go out to look for me... Let's put it this way, if you want money, just tell me the amount. We are all civilized people, there is no need to use such barbaric methods."

"……money?"

Outside the sack, at a dock in Tokyo Bay, Serabelle had just connected water and electricity to a cement mixer when he heard Kenzo Masuyama's words.

"I don't lack that, I just want to know something."

After saying that, he came to Kenzo Masuyama's side, grabbed the sack by its mouth and lifted the entire sack from the ground. As his center of gravity shifted, the rough outline of an old man's face immediately appeared on the surface of the sack.

"Indeed, all the police in Tokyo are looking for you now, so I plan to make a quick decision here. Don't waste time, just briefly tell me the general situation of your organization."

"Group, organizational situation?"

Upon learning of Serabelle's request, Kenzo Masuyama, who was tied in a sack, seemed to become angry all of a sudden.

"You kidnapped me just for this? Bastard... Tell me, do you want to see the company's financial report or future development plan? As long as you let me go, I can have my secretary deliver these to you, and I won't hold you legally responsible!"

Still acting crazy?

Serabelle let out a long "oh".

"It seems there's no way to solve this in a civilized way, Pisco-san."

"Varied……"

Before Kenzo Masuyama could react, he felt a chill pouring down his head the next moment.

It's pepper water!

He realized this reflexively, and quickly held his breath and closed his mouth, but a little bit of it still accidentally fell into his eyes.

In an instant, a burning pain burned Kenzo Masuyama's retina wildly.

"Stop! Stop!"

Kenzo Masuyama shouted to stop.

However, Serabelle didn't listen to him at all, and even felt that this was not satisfying enough, so she simply pressed Kenzo Masuyama's entire head into the pepper water through the sack.

Now I can't even shout stop.

The struggle, like boiling water, lasted for about ten seconds. Serabelle picked up the sack again, and the pepper water soaked in the bag immediately flowed out along the gaps in the bag's texture.

"Can we talk properly now?"

“Ahem… can, um ahem! Yes… yes!”

Pisco gave up playing dumb completely.

There is no doubt that since the other party can accurately report the name of his wine, he must be aware of the existence of the organization. At this time, there is no point in bringing up Mitsubishi Motors except to bring more beatings upon himself.

"People are just mean..."

Serabelle shook her head.

"Then let's get back to the topic. Let's talk about the previous question. Briefly tell us about the general situation of your organization."

The general situation...

Pisco's brain crashed again. How should he answer this question?

Not getting an immediate answer, Serabelle turned around and pushed his head back into the pepper water.

Pisco subconsciously begged for mercy: "Wait a minute! Your question is too broad, I can't answer you accurately right away. What exactly do you want to ask? Please be more specific!"

"How can you not answer that?" Serabelle asked back, "As the president of Mitsubishi, you should be familiar with this kind of thing, such as the speeches at the new employee mobilization meeting."

What is a new employee mobilization meeting? There is no such thing in the organization. What on earth is this person talking about...

Pisco was about to collapse, but he had to bite the bullet and continue speaking haltingly.

"Our organization is a team that aims to...advanced technologies in various industries. The core concept of the organization is...love your job and dedication, and..."

Well, pure Spring and Autumn style of writing.

Cutting-edge technology in all walks of life - refers to the research on technology for human immortality.

Love your job and be dedicated to it - anyone who dares to resign will be shot on the spot.

But Serabelle wasn't here to listen to his nonsense, so she went straight to the point.

"How many people are there in your organization? Besides Japan, where else do you have people?"

"Too many. I don't know exactly how many people there are..."

Pisco paused.

"But apart from Japan, there are branches of the organization in Western countries such as Britain, the United States, France, and Germany. If we exclude backward places like Africa, it can be roughly understood that they are spread all over the world."

豁~

Serabel was holding a sack in one hand and a cell phone in the other. He was on a voice call with Akai Mari. He glanced at the text message from the latter that popped up on the screen and asked.

"With so many people, are you planning to rule the world?"

Pisco denied it flatly: "I've said that our organization only targets cutting-edge technologies in various industries..."

Before he could finish his words, Serabel interrupted.

"The research on cutting-edge technology has reached the intelligence organizations of various countries in the world?"

"How can it be……"

Feeling that he had mastered the rhythm of the conversation, Pisco immediately became fluent.

"I've said before, our goal is to develop cutting-edge technology, not to rule the world by force. Moreover, our organization has a complete R&D team, so why would we need to steal the intelligence department's stuff?"

From the very beginning, Serabelle had no intention of letting Pisco leave alive, so her questioning methods became increasingly simple and rough.

"If that's the case, then what is your purpose in sending people to infiltrate the intelligence departments of various countries?"

"Purpose?"

Pisco chuckled quietly.

"Ever heard of... the list?"

Chapter 206 This is a shameful betrayal!

"List? List of what?"

Serabelle asked the question without any hesitation.

However, this time Pisco did not answer immediately. Instead, he laughed in a low voice in a somewhat embarrassed but mocking manner.

"As expected, you know nothing. Come on, let me guess. I think you are also an investigator from a certain country's intelligence department... No, or rather, an investigator who escaped?"

!! ?

Not expecting to hear the other party report her identity so accurately, Serabelle's thoughts stopped for a moment, and even her breathing slowed down a bit.

This is a pretty outrageous situation.

In order to avoid exposing his identity, Serabelle was extremely cautious in his conversation with Pisco, including using the term "intelligence organizations of various countries" when referring to the espionage activities of the winery personnel instead of directly mentioning MI6.

Although Pisco did not say that he was from MI6, the fact that he recognized himself as a fugitive investigator was already outrageous.

Or is it that it is so common these days for investigators from intelligence organizations in various countries to flee, with people not only from MI6 but also from the FBI, CIA and others?

Is this reasonable?

"See, I was right again."

Noticing Serabelle's silence, Pisco continued his analysis.

"Based on the information you just revealed, I concluded that you have almost no direct contact with the organization, but you know too much for an undercover investigator from a non-intelligence department. So I think you probably only heard about the existence of the organization from your colleagues or friends who are also investigators. All your knowledge is based on other people's retelling and conjectures inferred from a few words."

Knowing too much?

What do you mean?

Serabelle frowned.

Everything Pisco said gave him a very strange feeling, as if the Black Organization and the intelligence departments of various countries were not completely opposed, but were in a semi-oppositional and semi-cooperative competitive relationship.

"Don't you understand yet?"

Pisco's voice became more mocking.

"It's not that our organization sent people to infiltrate your intelligence department first, but that your intelligence department sent people to infiltrate our organization first in order to obtain our research results. Then we sent people to infiltrate your intelligence department in order to obtain the undercover list jointly signed by the intelligence departments of various countries."

"To put it bluntly, all of you who were sent to infiltrate our organization are nothing more than cannon fodder sent by your superiors to steal our final research results. Once the final research results are stolen and brought back by your people, your mission will be over... Oh, it's even possible that the person who brings back the research results in the end is not any of you who infiltrated the organization."

"Now we are like two hackers attacking each other. Whoever can completely remove the virus planted by the other side first and build a firewall will win in the end."

What list, what mission... I don't understand anything.

Serabelle gave up trying to understand what Pisco meant halfway through and just picked up her phone to take a look.

The voice call was indeed still connected, but it had been nearly three minutes since Akai Mary's last message, and there had been no further messages in between.

Looking up, he saw a black Audi parked alone under a street light about ten meters away from the pier. Even though he couldn't see the situation inside the car clearly due to the angle, Serabel knew that Akai Mari should be sitting in the passenger seat, listening to his conversation with Pisco on her cell phone.

But why don't you say a word?

After thinking for a moment, Serabelle typed with one hand.

[Ms. Mary, is there anything else you want to ask? ]

Thirty seconds passed and no response came.

Serabelle put the phone close to her ear and listened. The slight breathing sound coming from the speaker was still there.