Chapter 41 A Man

"Next time you make such a sloppy mistake, get out of my laboratory!"

Shirley, who had been transferred back to Japan for a while, looked at the person in front of her coldly, "I don't need to do such a simple thing People who are not good at calculations."

Standing in front of the brown-haired girl, the man who was almost twice her age did not dare to say a word.

Codename members have always been people not to be easily offended.

After waving her hand to indicate that the other party could go out, Shirley lightly pinched her brows and sat back in her seat.

At her current age, she has taken over the authority of the laboratory, so naturally there will be a lot of dissatisfaction among the people below her.

But because of the intimidation left by Milton Duff, they didn't dare to do anything too obvious, which made Shirley much easier than expected.

"Buzz--"

Picking up the phone that was vibrating on the table, Shirley squeezed the phone tightly after seeing the newly received message, and then slowly released it.

The brown-haired girl stood up and left the laboratory.

The base she is currently in is specially prepared by the organization for research experiments, but it is not newly built.

The base is located in an extremely remote location, and most members of the organization are unaware of its existence.

After many verifications, Shirley walked into a passage.

A bald man with blue eyes happened to be walking from the other end of the passage.

Seeing him, Shirley curled her fingers in her pocket slightly, preparing to ignore him.

However, the man had the opposite idea.

"Shirley."

The bald man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if burnt by thick smoke, "Where is Milton Duff?"

"You ask me, and I have to answer?"

Looking at the other person's face, Shirley's eyes A flash of disgust quickly passed through, mixed with a hint of fear, "Why, you can't investigate with your intelligence network?"

Hearing this, the bald man tightened his jaw and his eyes became sinister.

Shirley also had a bad expression. She glanced at him and walked past.

The bald man tried to grab Shirley's arm, but the latter dodged it, "I want to go to that laboratory too."

"I refuse."

Shirley stood half a meter away from the man, wary of the other person, " Martell, don't go crazy." Martell

ignored her refusal, "The experimental body inside was given to me by my brother. Why can't I go in?"

"You can tell BOSS about this."

He said coldly: "If the boss agrees, I have no objection."

Martell stopped talking.

Suddenly, he laughed, with a hint of madness, "Milton can kill my brother, do you think he will kill your sister one day?"

It was simply inexplicable!

When it came to Miyano Akemi, Shirley's face completely darkened, "If Brandy dies, it's his own fault. If you haven't recovered from the injury in your brain after so long, I don't mind helping you."

Just by Brandy's response to Milton He deserved to die for the things he had done.

But the person in front of her had the same face as Brandy, which made Shirley feel sick to her stomach.

Fortunately it was brandy she was really afraid of, not Martell.

Martell looked at Shirley and laughed. Obviously, he was greatly stimulated by the death of his biological brother. "If my brother was still here, would it be your turn to call the shots in this laboratory?"

Shirley frowned, crazy.

"He didn't let brother and Rum go. Now that you're starting to study these things, do you think he will let you go?"

Before Shirley could answer, Martell walked away by himself, muttering to himself, "Hurry up. If you kill Milton, everyone will die. I want to help BOSS solve this hidden danger in advance..."

Seeing the person walking away, Shirley let out a sigh, it was really unlucky.

Why didn't he get buried in the fire in the laboratory back then?

But compared to brandy, Martell is nothing to be afraid of. With his ability, he can't make any waves at all.

After calming down, Shirley continued walking towards her original destination.

After the verification was passed, the brown-haired girl entered a dimly lit room.

The temperature in the room was extremely low, and the gas exhaled from Shirley's mouth quickly formed white mist in the air.

She raised her eyes and looked around.

There are many empty pods in the room, covered with dust.

But that was not her purpose. Shirley walked to the cabin placed in the far corner of the room and reached out to brush away the cold frost covering the surface of the cabin.

A man soaked in nutrient solution appeared in her sight.

Shirley did a general inspection and breathed a sigh of relief. His vital signs were stable. As Milton had expected, he was still alive.

BOSS will indeed keep him here.

"Zizzi——"

The sound came from the radio in the room, and Shirley's heart skipped a beat.

"Shirley."

The electronic sound of the tablet came from the radio. Unlike in front of Milton Duff, BOSS used the most commonly used mechanical sound when talking to other people.

"This is the only experimental subject left, so be careful."

Shirley suppressed her inner fear of the BOSS and responded, "Yes, I understand."

"As for Milton..."

before the BOSS could finish. , Shirley answered: "I won't tell him anything related to the laboratory."

"It seems that you and your sister haven't seen each other for a long time. Let's get together occasionally."

Shirley clenched the hand in her pocket , "Thank you BOSS."

The broadcast returned to silence. Shirley knew that this room had not been equipped with cameras because it was established a long time ago. Thinking of what she had to do next, her heartbeat inevitably accelerated a lot.

The brown-haired girl subconsciously looked around, took out a very simple camera from her pocket, and pointed it at the man in the nutrition cabin.

Just in time to give the photo to my sister and ask her to give it to Milton.

After confirming that the photo was taken, Shirley immediately stopped her hand, adjusted her facial expression and walked out of the room.

If Milton Dove could see the photo now, he would definitely be able to recognize the man in the photo at a glance.

That was the long-missing father of an undercover agent, Akai Mutake.

"Madam, let's go take a look at the room where you lost your things."

Ley kept his distance without leaving any trace. "My two colleagues were there for a while."

"Are you the captain?"

The congressman's wife seemed not to notice Ley's cryptic expression. "Maybe it's because of their poor professional skills that they took so long to check."

"No."

Rai felt a rare headache, "The captain is not me."

"Oh?" The congressman's wife raised her eyebrows, "Poor little boy, no. No, you're so scared. "

Ley: ...

Ley and the congressman's wife discovered Milton Duff and Bourbon on the second floor of the villa.

There was a girl in a wheelchair with them.

"Lily."

The congresswoman finally left Ley, "Why did you come out of the room? Be careful of catching a cold."

The girl wearing long sleeves and trousers looked at her mother with gloomy eyes and did not answer.

Seeing this, the congressman's wife sighed sadly, "I'll make you laugh, because Lily doesn't like to talk because of her illness."

Rai glanced at the looming bruises on the cuffs and ankles of the girl in the wheelchair, "I remember it was reported in the news "But your daughter has a congenital disease, and she seems to be much weaker than reported."

The congressman's wife looked ugly for a moment, but soon returned to normal, "She accidentally fell out of the wheelchair a few days ago, and with the change of season, she is very weak." I have a cold."

"Really?"

Rai looked at Milton Duff and Bourbon who had arrived first. "Did the captain find out anything?"

Milton Duff patted Bourbon. "Let him and Bourbon. "You said."

"Actually, we have only been here not long ago," Bourbon said seriously, "But we have found some clues from the yard."

He looked at the congressman's wife and communicated with her in more detail.

What Bourbon said was basically true. They had indeed just arrived not long ago, and meeting the girl was completely unexpected.

After all, it's not the real FBI, so they don't have to investigate the theft so seriously.

Ley had a hunch that in addition to cheating on the congressman's wife, they might also be domestically abusing their own children.

The organization's information is only superficial and is more aimed at parliamentarians. Although the organization cannot be expected to investigate these matters in more detail.

After there were more people on the second floor, the girl in the wheelchair sat quietly in the corner, staring at the corner of the floor in a daze.

The congressman's wife obviously didn't want people to have too much contact with her daughter, "Okay, Lily needs to rest, you should have asked about it."

Hearing this, Bourbon looked at the time, and it was almost time for the congressman they estimated to be back. It's time.

"Are you sure you want to continue like this?"

Before going downstairs, Milton Duff came to the wheelchair and spoke in a low voice.

Bourbon, who noticed this scene, did not hesitate to leave the congressman's wife to Ley to deal with, and quietly returned to him.

Milton Dove ignored the man who left and returned.

The girl sitting in the wheelchair had calm eyes, as if she didn't hear Milton Duff's words.

"You know?"

Milton Duff then mentioned another matter, "To us, your information is just a few lines of words."

The girl paused for breath.

"At most..."

Milton Duff pretended to think, "Three seconds? Or five seconds, in short, no more, to finish reading it."

Bourbon didn't understand why Milton suddenly stimulated the other party, subconsciously Wanting to stop, "Milton!"

The girl's hand on the armrest of the wheelchair tightened unconsciously.

"But for you, it is a real life that has been experienced for more than ten years."

"What do you want to say...?" The girl raised her head and spoke one word at a time, with a lag in her voice that she did not often speak. .

"Are you willing to let the next few decades of your life become nothing more than a few seconds of conversation on paper?"

Milton Dove squatted down and spoke in a calm tone, as if he was stating an established fact.

His face was clearly the kind that would disappear if thrown into a crowd, but the girl saw a different light in his eyes.

This man has seen through everything I've been through, the girl thought.

After all these years, someone finally discovered the true appearance of the pair of demons.

Milton Duff looked straight into her eyes, "I can heal your body."

The girl in the wheelchair opened her eyes wide, and her calm eyes suddenly burst into light.

Although today was the first time they met, the girl somehow believed what he said.

After all, what did she have to lie to?

Bourbon realized something and turned to look at the boy who had easily changed other people's minds.

"What do I... need to do?"

The girl reached out to grab the hem of Milton Dove's clothes, "You... are not... the FBI."

Milton Dove stood up, gently held her wrist, and took the girl's hand. Put it back, "Just do what you want to do."

"You did it on purpose."

When going down the stairs, Bourbon looked serious, "Is this the method you came up with to deal with the FBI?" " What

method?"

Dunduff pretended to be confused, "Aren't you with me from the beginning to the end? Did I say something that cannot be said by law?"

No, Bourbon pursed his lips, precisely because there was no, and he couldn't find the fault. Only then did he feel how terrible Milton was.

This is simply...a modern version of Moriarty.

Bourbon remained silent for the rest of the day.

And they didn't wait for the congressman to come back. It was said that he died in a car accident halfway.

The congressman's wife did not expect this, and the shock on her face was very genuine.

As it was almost time for the real FBI to come, Ley and others said goodbye to her.

"Mi, does this count as a mission failure?" Rai looked at the white-haired boy who took off his disguise inquiringly.

"Well, let's talk about it."

Milton Duff didn't care at all. "Anyway, I planned to kill the other party if they didn't cooperate."

Rai didn't ask any more questions, and the weird feeling in his heart still lingered.

Soon he knew where this strange feeling came from.

On the night of the congressman's "car accident", a fire broke out in the villa for no apparent reason, and the congressman's wife died.

For the safety of their daughter, the FBI simply let her die in the fire and took her to the congressman who also faked his death.

As a result, the congressman died the next day due to a peanut allergy due to accidental ingestion, and rescue efforts failed.

Faced with the report from his colleagues, Rai, who had not yet asked for specific organizational information from the congressman, remained silent.

Milton Duff did all this?

A corner of the documents in his hand was wrinkled, and Rai closed his eyes.

Milton Duff indeed knew his undercover identity.