I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"Very well. Then we have a cooperation," said Rum. "You're a smart man, Underburger."

Anderberg, sitting opposite him, just pushed his glasses when he heard this.

They're in the M7 laboratory building, in Charter's office—only there are no cameras at all, Charter told him, so he has to ask Rum to come here, for his safety.

Anderberg has no problem with that. He just wondered if Rum could really ask him to come over? Just because he seemed to express his intention to cooperate with him "very sincerely"?

As it turns out, you can.

He looked at the hand that Rum extended, and shook it reluctantly. Rum stood up in satisfaction, and Anderberg also stood up.

When Charter asked him to contact Rum, he never expected this day.

So not only Chater has evil intentions, but even Rum, the second in command of the organization, is not loyal to that gentleman? Is our organization doomed?

Underburger sent Rum to the door, wondering if Chater hadn't shown up yet? Rum is about to leave now, so what exactly is he trying to do by letting himself ask Rum to come over? He thought it was Chater who was going to catch a fish in the urn and go to the gentleman to complain.

The moment the door was opened, both of them froze for a moment.

"Wow!" Someone looked a hundred times more surprised than the two of them combined.

Chat stood outside the door, looking like he had been betrayed, his eyes swept back and forth among them, with a look of righteous indignation, "You, you not only give and receive behind my back, but also do this kind of thing in my office!"

Rum looked a little embarrassed. He hasn't realized yet that Chat is plotting against him.

Maybe it's because he hasn't had enough contact with Nan Ling.

If Toru Amuro were here instead, he would have been able to naturally ignore Nanling's dramatist behavior now, and he must have realized the fact that he was being calculated again, and immediately began to think about countermeasures.

Rum hasn't.

"Charter." He adjusted his tone, "You misunderstood me, I just—"

"Stop!" Nan Ling stretched out his hand to stop his words with a look of grief, "I don't want to hear you - dear Anderberg, please say something!"

Anderberg didn't want to say a word.

He just looked at his confused boss coldly, and silently stepped back a few steps.

He didn't want Rum's blood to splash on him yet.

No matter how dull Rum was at this time, he would realize that something was wrong.

"What do you mean, Chater?" He glanced sideways at Anderberg, who had retreated two meters behind him, and became vigilant, "You arranged this?"

Nan Ling smiled and didn't waste any more time.

"It's really not easy to see you, Rum." He said briskly, "Of course, it's even more difficult to kill you."

When Rum heard this, he immediately pulled out the pistol from his arms—but Nan Ling was faster than him.

A silver light flashed across, and a thin and small scalpel was inserted into Rum's hand holding the gun. The gun in his hand also fell to the ground and was kicked away by Nan Ling.

"You—" Rum covered his injured hand, his eyes were full of murderous intent, "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

"Let's not talk about whether you dare... Can you do it?" Nan Ling chuckled, "It's up to you?"

After all, he is also a person who has been trained in gin. Apart from comparisons like Makoto Kyogoku, he can even beat Shuichi Akai and Toru Amuro.

Rum? Why does he think he can beat himself?

Under Nan Ling's gaze, Lang Mu's gaze gradually changed from threatening to compromising.

"You won, Chat. But why?" he asked. "What is your purpose? How can you let me go?"

"I knew you would ask that." Nan Ling sighed, "Okay, I'll let you be a fool. First of all, you may have guessed that Anderberg is mine."

Anderberg was also looking at Nan Ling. He was equally curious.

"Secondly, I'm not only going to kill you, I'm going to destroy the entire organization." Nan Ling continued, "As for the reason...you stopped me from fishing, that's all."

Rum felt a little ridiculous.

"That's it?" he asked. "You killed me, and you think the gentleman won't find out?"

"Third." Nan Ling suddenly realized, "I have a completely legitimate reason to kill you, and I won't be held accountable by that gentleman."

When he said this, he suddenly smiled consciously.

"Look, isn't that the 'reason' here?"

Nan Ling turned sideways and looked at Toru Amuro who had been standing behind him for some time, as if he hadn't seen the gun pointed at him in his hand, and introduced to Rum with a smile, "This is your accomplice—Mr. Japanese Public Security."

"Bourbon!" Rum stared at him. "You're—"

"Let's get to know each other again." Amuro Toru looked indifferent, "The Police Department of the Public Security Police Department, Amuro Toru."

Nan Ling was not very happy.

It didn't matter that Toru Amuro came earlier than they agreed on, it wasn't specified in the plan. But, but—

"Didn't I tell you to say 'I'm sorry, I'm a policeman' here?" Nan Ling complained, "Why not? In this way, my greatest pleasure tonight will just disappear—"

"I don't have time to joke with you, Chat." Amuro Turki raised his pistol, aiming at not only Rum but also Nan Ling, "You can't just kill Rum like this. He should be handed over to the police."

This is different from their previous plan.

Nan Ling stared at him for a while.

"Are you trying to say that the researchers are the same?" He asked back, "I can't kill them, but I have to send them to court for justice?"

"You know my answer."

"...I knew you would do this. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Nan Ling pouted, and pushed Rum who was blocking the office door away. The latter seemed to have suddenly lost the consciousness of resistance, and was pushed to the ground defenselessly.

Amuro was taken aback.

"this-"

"This should be the potion I just researched yesterday." Anderberg pushed his glasses, took a closer look at the scalpel stuck in Rum's hand, and was slightly dissatisfied with it, "I haven't tried it on humans yet. The effect of animal experiments is—"

Nan Ling grabbed his collar and pulled it back, physically preventing him from continuing.

"Rum will definitely die." Nan Ling pulled Anderberg to stand behind his desk, and looked at Toru Amuro, "You better hope that your colleagues haven't had time to come in and save people."

As he said so, he pressed his palm against the wall behind him.

An electronic speaker sounded.

"Palmprint verification—passed. The self-destruct system is activated, are you sure?"

Ignoring the simultaneous changing expressions of the other two, Nan Ling simply said, "Confirm."

"Voiceprint verification—passed. The self-destruct system has been activated, and the countdown has begun. Ten—nine—"

"I don't need justice."

Amid the icy countdown and the ensuing grand disintegration sound, Nan Ling said softly.

"That's something you can consider. My rule is that whoever offends me will be killed."

He smiled emotionlessly, his voice was rarely cold.

"Sorry, Bourbon. I hope you remember the road I walked with you."

At the same time as his voice fell, his figure disappeared behind the falling separation wall.