[The 'Fortress' Safe House No. 1, space-based kinetic weapon system, has been activated.]

Target locked.

【emission.】

In the coffee shop, a man wearing a baseball cap is preparing to find a more comfortable position.

Suddenly, he felt as if an invisible mosquito had gently bitten the back of his head; it didn't hurt, and it was even a little itchy.

He instinctively reached out to scratch, but his hand stopped in mid-air.

His pupils began to dilate uncontrollably and become unfocused, and the smug expression on his face froze instantly.

The next second, he collapsed onto the table.

The coffee on the table was knocked to the ground by his head, making a crisp "thud".

The surrounding guests were startled by this sudden turn of events, casting astonished glances. But what they saw was just a man lying face down on the table, seemingly asleep.

No one noticed that on the back of his head, in a place hidden by his thick hair, there was a red dot smaller than the tip of a pin.

No one knew that a kinetic warhead, hundreds of times smaller than a grain of rice, made of a special alloy, which would automatically dissolve upon entering the human body, launched from a space-based weapon tens of thousands of meters above the ground, had precisely destroyed his entire brainstem.

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the next day.

Ken Sakaguchi, looking like he'd seen a ghost, rushed into Seiji Fujiwara's office.

"President...President!" His voice trembled slightly with excitement and shock. "They're gone! Those flies! Those detectives who were keeping watch—not a single one of them can be seen today! And I also received news that the ringleader died suddenly yesterday afternoon in the coffee shop across from us! The police determined it was a sudden myocardial infarction!"

"Is that so?" Seiji Fujiwara raised his head, his face still bearing that nonchalant expression. "Isn't that wonderful?"

"But...but this is too much of a coincidence!"

“There are plenty of coincidences in this world.” Seiji Fujiwara smiled. “Alright, let’s leave it at that. There won’t be any more of these annoying flies in the future.”

Looking at Seiji Fujiwara's inscrutable expression, Ken Sakaguchi's heart was filled with turmoil.

He wasn't stupid; he knew there was no such thing as a coincidence in this world!

The detective's death and the collective disappearance of those stalkers are definitely related to the excessively young president in front of me!

But... how exactly did he do that?!

To make someone die 'reasonably' in full view of everyone, and to make a group of people vanish overnight without anyone noticing... This is the terrifying power of the underworld!

A profound sense of awe and fear welled up within Ken Sakaguchi.

· ······Request flowers·· ······

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Meanwhile, at the headquarters of Dentsu Advertising, Vice President Kosuke Kuroda was furiously smashing everything he could in his office.

"Useless! A bunch of useless people! Why can't we contact anyone?! Are they dead?!"

Just then, his personal cell phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.

He hesitated for a moment, but still pressed the answer button.

On the other end of the phone came a voice that had been digitally altered.

"Mr. Kuroda."

"My patience is limited."

"This is the first and last warning."

"If there is a next time..."

“You and your family will be like those ‘flies’ you send out.”

"To disappear from this world 'justifiably'."

Kuroda Kosuke's face turned pale, and his back was covered in cold sweat.

He quickly pressed the phone, asking, "Who are you? Seiji Fujiwara?"

beep - beep - beep -

He was met with a busy signal on the phone.

Kosuke Kuroda put down his phone, his expression shifting between light and dark. But the thought of his men dying or disappearing sent waves of anxiety through him, making it hard to breathe.

……

……

Day three.

Ken Sakaguchi walked into the office again, but this time, his demeanor was more humble and respectful than ever before.

"President, Kuroda, the vice president of Dentsu, just contacted us, hoping to 'negotiate' with you. Furthermore, he stated that he is willing to exclusively transfer all of Dentsu's advertising agency business in the anime merchandise sector for the next three quarters to Genesis at a price 30% lower than the market rate..."

This is the "tribute" of the defeated, the "money to buy one's life" under the shadow of fear.

0...0

"Let him talk to the marketing department," Seiji Fujiwara waved his hand, as if he were dealing with a trivial matter.

"Yes!" The Minister of Justice respectfully withdrew, his heart filled with the utmost awe.

Having dealt with that annoying fly, Seiji Fujiwara remained completely unmoved. He simply turned his attention back to the information on the "Unity Band."

Unity Band is a duo band consisting of Nijika Ijichi and Ryo Yamada.

Kita and Goto Ichiri were still in their third year of junior high school at this time, so they had not yet stepped into a livehouse or joined a band.

So, a two-person band was temporarily formed.

"Hongxia..."

Seiji Fujiwara's fingers gently traced the image of a cheerful girl with a yellow side ponytail.

Ichichi Hongxia.

Having won over the older sister, it's only a matter of time before the younger sister is also taken care of.

"Unfortunately, the crisis facing the stars has already been resolved..."

Seiji Fujiwara shook his head slightly, somewhat regretfully.

"As for Hongxia, we can only wait and see if there will be another opportunity in the future."

The feast of sister-style donburi is something we can only dream about for now.

……

……

Ichi Nijika has been very anxious lately.

This anxiety has affected her drumming.

"Bang! Bang! Smash—"

In the practice room, Hongxia was drumming rapidly with her drumsticks.

The sudden sound was like a stone thrown into the once calm lake, disrupting the ensemble.

Yamada Ryo paused, stopped playing, and looked at Nijika.

“Hongxia,” her voice was still languid, but her eyes sharpened, “something’s wrong with you…you’re confused.”

Hongxia's body stiffened.

She lowered her head, not daring to look into Yamada Ryo's eyes, which seemed to see through everything, and simply apologized softly, "Sorry, Ryo, I was a little distracted. Let's do it again."

She didn't lie.

I did get distracted just now.

Her thoughts drifted back to a late night a month ago.

At that time, she overheard her sister's conversation with Ms. PA. The content of the conversation was like a nightmare, and it still echoes in her mind to this day.

“Starry, you can’t keep carrying this alone like this!” Ms. PA’s voice was filled with an urgency and worry she had never heard before. “The plans can’t be changed! Those people are capable of anything! If you don’t find a solution, ‘Starry’ will really be finished!”

"...What can I do?" The older sister's voice was hoarse and weary. "I have nowhere else to go..."

"There's always a way! Let's think of something else..."

"That's it!" The older sister's voice suddenly rose, carrying a stubbornness that would rather break than surrender. "There's no other way!"

After that night, Hongxia's world seemed to turn gray.

However, what made her even more uneasy and puzzled was the series of "strange things" that happened afterward.

Two weeks ago, a construction truck with "XX Construction" printed on it stopped in front of "STARRY".

Several men wearing hard hats were pointing at the shop entrance while holding blueprints.

"who are you?"

"what are you doing?"

Hongxia rushed out to argue with them.

The other party ignored her, a high school student, and kept saying things like "This is the final ultimatum" and "Follow the procedure."

At that moment, Hongxia felt as if her heart was about to stop beating.

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Thanks to the generous "FFF狂人此此" for the monthly pass! (I'm at a loss.)

Chapter 115 Hongxia Offers Herself Up (2/2)

(The picture shows Ijichi Nijika)

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Just when she thought the end of the world had finally arrived, the man who seemed to be the leader received a phone call, and then his expression changed drastically.

The man kept nodding and bowing into the phone, saying, "Yes, yes, I understand, I'm very sorry," his attitude extremely respectful.

After hanging up the phone, he hurriedly left with his men as if avoiding a plague.

It was as if nothing had happened.

She immediately went to Xingge and asked, "Sister! What's going on with those people? Are they here to tear down 'STARRY'?!"

At that time.

My sister's body stiffened visibly, and a complex expression flashed across her face, a mixture of shame, lingering fear, and a strange sense of relief.

But soon, the older sister covered it up with an unusual sternness: "Children shouldn't meddle in adult matters! I told you it's nothing, so it's nothing!"

This overreaction further convinced Hongxia that things were definitely not that simple.

She secretly went to find Miss PA, who exaggeratedly hugged her and said with a smile, "Your sister is amazing! She's a superhero! She's taken care of everything perfectly! Just relax and practice!"

But Hongxia caught a strange glint in the depths of PA's seemingly relaxed gaze.

The more the two acted as if nothing was wrong, the better.

The more fake it seemed to Hongxia, the more convinced she became that "they've run out of options and are just lying to me."

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……

Hongxia was unaware of this.

After meeting with Seiji Fujiwara, Hoshika had a conversation with Ms. PA.

“PA.” Xingge blushed and looked away. “Um… thank you for helping me keep it from Hongxia.”

Ms. PA sat down next to her and smiled helplessly.

"Of course I'll keep it a secret for you." She said in a teasing tone, "If Hongxia knew that her omnipotent 'superwoman sister' only managed to keep livehouse '090'se by selling herself... I'm afraid she'd go berserk on the spot."

"Stop talking!" Xingge growled in embarrassment and indignation, her face already flushed red.

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