My lover is this organization

Just based on the firepower reserves that can be seen, it is enough to fight a big battle.

However, the most amazing thing is that such a top aircraft carrier, which originally belonged to the US Navy, did not receive any warnings or dissuasion after it entered the Japanese territorial waters fully loaded with firepower and armaments. It did not even see half a member of the Japanese Navy. It was like entering an empty land.

I don't know whether all the Japanese Navy went to Corporal Morishita to study in the 40-year Naval School.

If this was a deliberate conspiracy, it should have been carried out quietly.

However, on the contrary, the entire aircraft carrier was extremely lively at this time.

Boxes of precision instruments wrapped in multiple protective packages were carried into the ship entrance at the rear of the mother ship and loaded into small black speedboats. Some larger instruments that were prone to capsizing on the speedboat were concentrated on a medium-sized oil tanker.

The familiar bunker leader was still wearing his ill-fitting white coat. He stood on a podium made of three wooden boxes, waving his arms and giving orders with his boyish figure. Childish yet stern English kept coming out of his mouth.

"Hurry up and move everything up, but don't mess around! All the equipment must not get wet, so be careful when moving them! The people who went there first should have prepared a car waiting in Tokyo Bay!"

"professor……"

A bunker researcher, who was panting and had red hands from moving boxes, came over and said while panting.

"Why don't we drive this aircraft carrier directly into Tokyo Bay? This way, we can save the transportation process and we don't have to worry about the equipment falling into the water during transportation."

"That's what I thought." The person in charge glanced at the researcher calmly. "Although this aircraft carrier is neither advanced nor impressive, it can only be used as a makeshift ship, but if it sails directly into Tokyo Bay, it will easily cause panic among the general public. The boss means to keep it as low-key as possible. Don't forget, this is Japan, not Los Santos."

It is neither advanced nor impressive, and can only be used to make do...

If these words were posted directly on the Internet to describe this Ford-class aircraft carrier, there would be a 100% chance that civilized netizens would criticize them as keyboard warriors, bumpkins, or something even more outrageous.

But when this sentence comes from the mouth of the person in charge of the bunker, and the audience around him are all researchers of the bunker, this level of wording does not seem so arrogant.

Maybe all of them thought so, but they just didn't say it out loud.

After all, they did once conceive the design of a super galactic aircraft carrier.

To be precise, that thing should be considered a mobile sea fortress. It is an equilateral octagonal aircraft carrier with a diameter of one thousand meters. It can accommodate ten nuclear submarines and hundreds of fighter jets, and is equipped with dozens of rail guns spread across the eight directions of the sea fortress. It can carry out 360-degree high-intensity firepower washing in all directions at any time and anywhere, and can also connect to and control space-based kinetic weapons in low-Earth orbit for targeted precision strikes.

It truly means that caliber is justice and range is truth.

This design was once regarded as the ultimate pursuit of life by the big mecha masters in the bunker. It was like the life menu in The Prisoners of Gourmet Food. As long as they could make this thing with their own hands, their life would be complete.

Then, this design was vetoed by Qin Wuque with the words “I don’t want to be the Pirate King, what do I need this thing for?”, and it became a lifelong regret for the bunker mecha masters.

"I understand, professor." The researcher calmed down a little and straightened up.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave to continue the transportation, the person in charge of the bunker suddenly called him.

"Wait a minute." The person in charge looked thoughtful. "I remember when we came from Los Santos, one of the items on the inventory was two carts weighing a total of four tons of gold. Where is the gold now?"

"It should be... still piled up in a corner of the warehouse." The researcher answered hesitantly.

If they asked him about the location of some equipment, he could tell them all accurately, but gold was not something they were really interested in, so they didn't pay attention to where it was stored at all. They just knew it was on the aircraft carrier.

"Then go find them all and put them together with the things that will be transported to the boss's residence. We never pile up these useless things in our laboratory."

The person in charge said expressionlessly.

……

At the same time, in the Beika Town Villa.

The temperature in the living room was almost freezing.

Qin Wuque sat alone on a single sofa, Mingmei and Shirley sat side by side on a multi-person sofa separated by a right angle with sullen faces, and Curacao...she was arranged alone on a hardwood dining chair.

But this time she was no longer wearing a vacuum bathrobe, but was covered in a huge sleeping bag, the kind with a zipper at the bottom that could be opened.

A pair of fair jade feet poked out halfway from the zipper opening at the bottom of the sleeping bag. The two beautiful toes were tucking together and rubbing against each other nervously. She lowered her head, which looked a little aggrieved.

This state has lasted for a morning.

It should be said that Curacao and Qin Wuque had been sitting here for a whole morning, while Mingmei and Shirley had only sat down for a short while.

Before this, they had all dressed up carefully, put on the most beautiful clothes, put on the most expensive jewelry, and embellished their looks with makeup, so that they could appear on stage with the most powerful fighting posture.

"Explain, what's going on?"

Haibara Ai raised her delicate chin like a little queen, and her little feet wrapped in children's high heels under her crossed slender legs trembled impatiently.

This can only be done by her. If Mingmei comes, let alone whether she has the aura to do so, she might be fooled by some dog-head and change sides before she can even say a few words, and then turn around to persuade herself.

Mingmei obviously knew that she was not suitable for doing this kind of thing, so she gave all the speaking opportunities to her sister, and tried hard to glare and pretend to be fierce and angry.

In fact, it can be as cute as it can be.

"Actually, I wanted to tell you about this last night, but considering it was too late, I could only..." Qin Wuque scratched his head.

"Let's talk business!" The girl obviously didn't want to give him a chance to argue.

"Okay, okay, let me tell you." Qin Wuque raised his hands naturally, "She is actually Rum..."

"Rum?!" The former director of the Japanese branch of the winery's research department was shocked. "But I clearly remember you told me that Rum was an old man!"

“…’s subordinates.”

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Fuck, I heard in the group this morning that someone on Maoke gave up on himself and wrote the character Xiao Liu Bei because of poor grades, and then was reported to the Internet police by another person whose grades were even worse?

What a mess this is...

Chapter 267 Is It Okay to Just Sleep?

Curacao is Rum's subordinate.

Although this news was not as explosive as saying that the silver-haired woman in front of him was Rum himself who had changed his image and lost his memory, it still successfully lowered the temperature in the villa's living room by another two or three degrees.

I have to say that Rum is indeed a very hide-and-seek guy. Even in the Karasuma Group, which has influence all over the world, only a few of the many core members know Rum's true appearance and identity. The version that most people get is basically a bunch of riddle man descriptions.

It can be roughly summarized as - old people, effeminate men, and burly men.

However, as the organization's former only designated arms supplier and strategic partner, Qin Wuque had naturally met Rum before. He not only knew what Rum looked like after plastic surgery, he even knew the made-up name he gave himself after the makeover.

——Wakita Kanenori.

He didn't know whether Curacao knew this or not, but he knew Curacao definitely knew that he knew this.

It should be said that it is Curacao before the amnesia.

"Rum..."

Hearing this name that had been mentioned many times in the organization, Haibara Ai subconsciously took a breath.

In fact, even though she had been the director of the R&D department of the Japanese branch, her understanding of Rum was still limited to the three riddle-like descriptions above.

The reason why she knew for sure that Rum was an old man was because Qin Wuque had accidentally told her during a conversation.

But she knew that Rum knew almost everything about the organization. Even if no one reported to him, he could find out everything at the first time through some unknown means.

The scariest thing about Rum is that he can make you realize that no matter what you do, you can't hide it from him, but you don't even know how he knows it.

It was like a ghost hovering over everyone's heads.

Mingmei also shuddered slightly.

If it hadn't been for Qin Wuque, she would probably have died with her sister because of Rum's lies.

In other words, she owed Qin Wuque a life.

Of course, if you owe a life you must pay it back.

For example, helping you give birth to a healthy baby or something like that... Hey~★

As her thoughts reached this point, Mingmei's mood suddenly improved.

Except for Qin Wuque himself, everyone else in the living room had varying degrees of expression.

Haibara Ai was solemn, Akemi went from being scared to being happy, and Curacao... was completely at a loss.

"Long...m?"

Curacao, who was forced into a bulky sleeping bag by Mingmei, pulled down the zipper a little as if he felt hot, stretched out a hand from the gap in the sleeping bag at his neck, and scratched his cheek in a silly way.

"It sounds a bit like the strong liquor that pirates who used to plunder merchant ships liked. And you just said... Curacao? Is that my name?"

"No, it's just a code name." Qin Wuque said bluntly, "To put it in terms that you can understand now, we belong to a multinational super-corporation with gangster characteristics that originated in Japan and has influence all over the world. Each core member has his or her own code name, and members call each other by code names. For example, my code name is... Snow Beer."

"Yuukino Hanabil? It feels so long to read." Curacao repeated it in standard Japanese English, frowning slightly.

"Just call her Snowflake," Qin Wuque said. "Let's get back to the point. Organization members basically only know each other's code names, and rarely know their real names. So even though we are Ai Bo, who can beat a thief in a ramen shop, I only know that your code name is Curacao, and that you are the second-in-command of the organization in public, but actually the confidant of Rum, the secret manipulator."

"Second in command... Rum?" Curacao frowned and thought for a while, then slowly shook his head. "I'm sorry, Snow Flower, I don't have any impression of the name you mentioned, so... was I familiar with this Mr. Rum before?"

"I don't know whether you are familiar with Rum or not, but you are definitely more familiar with him than I am with Rum." Qin Wuque said, "After all, you are his confidant."

"Confidant..." Curacao still couldn't understand, "Excuse me, what exactly was my previous job?"

"I don't know the details of your job, but I can roughly guess that it's nothing more than stealing intelligence and killing people." Qin Wuque said, "For example, last night we broke into the Public Security Building in Tokyo and got a list of... well, to be more precise, half of the list of undercover agents from various intelligence organizations that have infiltrated our organization."

"Murder?! Stealing information?!" Curacao opened his eyes wide.

"Because we are a gangster." Qin Wuque said as a matter of course, "Don't worry, gangs are legal in Japan. Although what we did yesterday was a little illegal, it's okay. They didn't collect any evidence."

"Oh, by the way, the mission to sneak into the Public Security Building last night was also the idea of ​​your immediate superior, Rum." He added, "So from a certain perspective, Curacao, the reason you have lost your memory now is because of Rum."

"When you were retrieving the data in the engine room, the system detected your manipulation, which alerted the public security personnel in the building. We were almost chased by a group of Dogecoin police from Chiba County all the way to Kanagawa Prefecture, and finally we were ambushed by a certain unscrupulous gate boss on the Bayside Bridge and fell into Tokyo Bay. I was fine, but you lost your memory due to drowning."

"After I said this, do you remember anything?" Qin Wuque looked into Curacao's eyes.

"Um……"

Curacao lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then shook his head apologetically.

"still none."

"If you don't remember it, then don't remember it. It doesn't matter." Qin Wuque stretched lazily. "Anyway, amnesia is related to the brain, and the human brain is a very mysterious thing. You never know when you will suddenly remember everything. The opportunity may be a burp or a fart. No one can tell... Hey!"

As he was speaking, he was kicked in the middle of his calf by a small foot wrapped in a pair of children's high-heeled shoes.

The force is not great, but the area bearing the force is small, so the pressure is maximized.

it hurts……

"So having said that, you still haven't explained why she appeared in our bed this morning and hugged you so tightly."

The last three words were almost squeezed out by Haibara Ai from between her teeth.

"Uh--"

“Actually, it’s like this!”

Before Qin Wuque had time to speak, Curacao, who was sitting on a hard stool in a sleeping bag, began to explain hurriedly.

Because she was too anxious, she even wanted to use her hands to demonstrate, and subconsciously broke free from the sleeping bag and tried to free her two white arms.

As a result, he was forced back by a certain queen's extremely murderous gaze.

Curacao was forced to obediently retract her arms into the sleeping bag. After hesitating for a moment, she zipped up the bag to the top and wrapped herself up tightly like a silkworm cocoon. She even timidly retracted her feet that were sticking out from underneath, and lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong.

"Because... because I suddenly felt very uneasy when I went to bed last night. I couldn't fall asleep at all. And Xuehua said that if there was anything, I could come to the room opposite to him. I... I came here, and found that I could sleep very peacefully next to Xuehua... Is this okay?"

"call--"

Hearing this answer, the two Miyano sisters looked at each other and then said in unison.

"No!"*2

At this moment, a sharp brake sound suddenly sounded outside the big iron gate of the villa yard.

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No, it's not about the conductivity of gold, but... it's like you are a researcher at a company that specializes in the development of high-tech electrical appliances. Although many of the components you use at work may contain gold, it doesn't mean you can grind your boss's gold bars into powder or cast them into something else without permission, right? (scratching his head)

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Chapter 268 Ai-chan's Disdain

Two vans that had been clearly modified to be bulletproof stopped in front of the villa at 23, Beika-cho -chome.

Four bunker researchers whose white coats had been temporarily confiscated and who had become porters jumped out of the van, walked to the rear of the van they were driving, and opened the rear doors from the middle to both sides.

One of them came to the door of the villa and rang the doorbell.