Vermouth's face went cold, devoid of any expression: "As expected, it's here."
Gin's expression was unreadable, but judging by the cold aura radiating from him, he was in a rather bad mood.
Amuro Tooru lowered his eyes in thought; he had been a member with a code name for several years, so why did he have no impression of this place?
Judging by the behavior of Vermouth and Gin, something is very wrong here.
Based on Rokudo Mukuro's experiences, he boldly guessed: human experimentation, or some kind of abnormal research.
Amuro Tooru's gaze was cold, yet his tone was curious and flippant: "Vermouth, is it really okay for one of the Black Organization's vital bases to be exposed like this?"
Vermouth's red lips curled into a smile, her gaze seductive, like a venomous snake waiting for its moment: "Bourbon, do you really want to know about this place? Once you know, you won't be able to leave."
Amuro Tooru gave a smile in return. "Did I say I wanted to leave? I am already a member of the Organization. Or is it that the Organization no longer trusts me?"
Vermouth just looked at him deeply, a mysterious smile playing on her face: "You wouldn't want to know."
Rokudo Mukuro didn't notice his entrance just now; he was still lost in thought over his own words.
It was rare to see him dazing off like that.
He knew himself better than anyone; the more he hated the Port Mafia, the more intense the flames of his revenge became.
Especially regarding the Vongola, he viewed them all as targets that needed to be eliminated; whether it was getting close to the Tenth Generation or becoming Kirigaya, they were all just chips in his process of revenge.
Until just now, that is what he had thought.
What ridiculous words! Training a disciple just to use them for someone else! Acting as an undercover agent within an organization just to pass information to Vongola. Ten years, he still hasn't left Vongola!
What a joke, how could he possibly do such things.
His first reaction was that it was fake. How could he possibly fail to overthrow a regime in ten years? For ten years, he has still been working for others, for ten years, he has still been performing missions!
Ten years!
Facing the man's words, Rokudo Mukuro let out a scoff: "Call me whatever you like; I never take the words of a dying man to heart."
The burly man broke down and screamed, "Why? Why would someone of your stature come here? Shouldn't you be somewhere else? Why would you even notice someone as insignificant as us!"
The man in the white lab coat hadn't even realized yet that he was a skinny, withered old man with dark, wrinkled skin and a hunched back, leaning on a cane. "Who are you, why have you come to our base?"
And as for you lot, I only came here because you said the security here was better than the FBI's in America. What's going on now? To think some nobody actually managed to fight his way in here.
He still couldn't grasp the situation and looked down on Rokudo Mukuro, frowning as he said to the large man, "Hurry up and call someone to take him away. My experiment is at a critical stage, I need ten more children; I don't have enough test subjects. While you're at it, clear out the failed trash that's taking up space."
The old man suddenly noticed Rokudo Mukuro's unusual eyes and said excitedly, "Wait, leave him to me! Don't kill him. These eyes are excellent; I want to keep him for my experiments."
The burly man: Is this old man an idiot? Is he blind?
Perhaps even Rokudo Mukuro had never seen such a scene; he stopped his movements to watch the two of them perform.
Seeing the big man wasn't moving, the old man urged him twice more: "Hurry up, are you deaf?"
You're the one who's deaf, your whole family is deaf!
Vermouth sneered, "Still as foolish as ever, thinking everyone would obey his orders unconditionally. What a madman."
She wouldn't even call him a scientist.
Amuro Tooru felt a surge of murderous intent in his heart: using children as experimental subjects and treating human life as if it were worthless—if such a person is found, he must find an opportunity to eliminate them.
There is no room for mercy; even if he is left alive, he will become a danger to society.
Gokudera Hayato hid in a corner alone, watching everyone with indifference; it didn't matter who the Tenth Generation of Vongola was. It didn't matter who Rokudo Mukuro was.
But how could there be such foolish people in this world? He was drawn in, watching them made him furious.
Snake Woman and Cat Man ran through the ruins-style buildings, carefully dodging falling rocks.
Everywhere they passed, people lay on the ground, blood pooling everywhere, with weapons scattered haphazardly across the floor, left behind by those who hadn't had time to fire.
The Cat Man cursed, "What kind of low-life organization is this, actually daring to come onto Vongola territory to kidnap people? It's said they even injured several members of the village guards. Only because the Tenth Generation was so busy did he deign to cast a glance at this outsider organization."
The Snake Woman moved nimbly through the area, weaving through the crowd. "I heard they are an organization from Japan that uses different types of alcohol as codenames for its members. They have no special abilities, they don't even have a proper name; since everyone likes wearing black clothes, they are simply called the Black Organization."
The Cat Man exclaimed, "What a pathetic organization! They're truly terrible. Are they so weak that they don't even know the status of our Vongola? It's like an ant trying to shake an elephant."
Well said.
Amuro Tooru felt a sense of admiration in his heart.
The police officers, led by Inspector Megure, finally realized that the ones conducting human experimentation were actually a Japanese yakuza organization, anger surfaced on their faces.
Mori Ran clenched her fists. "This is too much."
Edogawa Conan also waited expectantly, wondering if there was more news regarding the Black Organization?
The large man couldn't help but retort with a "get lost."
He mustered his courage to meet Rokudo Mukuro's gaze. "Greetings, the honorable Rokudo Mukuro. I am a member of the Organization under a codename; you may simply call me Brandy."
Rokudo Mukuro let out an interested "Oh" in response. "You know me?"
Brandy swallowed hard. "Of course, the famous illusionist Mr. Rokudo Mukuro of the Hidden World—of course we know you."
Rokudo Mukuro: "So, are these your final words?"
No, no, no," Brandy said hurriedly. "I just wanted to ask, do you have any thoughts on seeking another path?
He hurriedly recalled the contents of the files, his tone becoming much more composed: "We know you did not join Vongola voluntarily, some of the Tenth Generation's ideas are truly naive and simply impossible to realize. A talent as outstanding as you is being completely wasted in his hands."
That is why we have taken the liberty of inviting you to join our organization. Rest assured, the boss has promised that upon your arrival, you will be the second-in-command, second only to the boss. He will provide limitless financial support for your ideas and various scientific research achievements; we can even help you bring that person above us down.
As for that person above, those who know, know.
Brandy actually still had a bit of confidence. Especially when he sensed that Rokudo Mukuro had been listening all along, a trace of an interested smile gradually appeared on his face. "Go on."
Brandy was overjoyed, even overcoming his fear as he stood up. "Yes, everything I say has the boss's permission. Although you might not be aware, our organization has influence in most countries across the world, we are not without the strength to go up against Vongola. Whether it is medicine, technology, wealth, or connections, we are not afraid of any of them."
Sawada Tsunayoshi: Is that for real?
It wasn't that he was being skeptical; it was simply that he had come to realize just how terrifyingly massive the Vongola was. Did you have Byakuran's advanced technology? Did you have Will's intellect? Did you have Reborn's strength? Could you produce Dying Will Flames? Could you guarantee you had military backing?
Reborn flashed a cute smile. "Then I'll just have to experience it properly."
Xanxus's crimson pupils reflected an expression of fury, even more enraged than when he saw that he was not the Tenth Generation. He aimed his gun toward the location of the Conan World. "Trash, you're overestimating yourself."
Because among the people from the Black Organization who had arrived, Brandy was actually there.
Rokudo Mukuro also let out a mocking laugh. How dare some piece of trash try to poach from him? He truly wasn't staying with Vongola out of any sense of loyalty, but what kind of lowlife thought they could actually test his intentions?
Rokudo Mukuro let out a light chuckle. "Sounds good."
Brandy laughed easily.
"But is that all?
Brandy's smile froze on his face.
The old man next door finally understood: "So you're one of those people being recruited. In that case, remember to come to me for a couple of blood draws in the future; I'll wait until you're dead to take your eyes."
Brandy: No, he really is sick!
The dog bared its teeth and snarled, its pupils flashing with a beastly ferocity: "I'm going to kill him, I'm definitely going to kill him!"
Chikusa pushed up her glasses: "Don't worry, Lord Mukuro won't let him off."
Bringing up the topic of eyes time and again—that was Rokudo Mukuro's most sensitive point. There was no need for the person here to stay alive.
[Brandy said with difficulty, "Of course, it's not just that; we also have.."
The old man interrupted, "Are you talking about the benefits? You mean going to war with the Vongola Tenth Generation, right?"
Familiar indeed. My recent research target has been the Vongola Tenth Generation, I..
The Snake Woman's communicator rang, she pulled it out to answer, "If it's an urgent matter, just say it; we're busy."
Whatever was said on the other end caused an extreme emotional upheaval on the Snake Woman's face for the first time; she crushed the communicator until it cracked, her face a chaotic mix of anger, hatred, terror, fear.
After putting down the communicator, she actually turned and ran outside, dragging the Cat Man along with her.
The Cat Man was confused. "What's wrong? Weren't we going to persuade Lord Kirigaya?"
Advise him my foot! They should all just drop dead!" Cold sweat even appeared on the Snake Woman's face, her lips were trembling. "Run, run! They're crazy, they're all insane! If we don't get out of here now, we're all going to die.
Those damn bastards, how dare they plot against the Tenth Generation.
Ah!
A murderous expression appeared on the face of the Ninth Generation Arash. At any time, the leader was a taboo, a bottom line.
The Ninth Generation, Arash, was hot-tempered: "What Black Organization? Boss? Let me go wipe them out. How dare they plot against the Tenth Generation? What kind of trash are they?"
The old man was very smug: "I have a way to kill the Tenth Generation of Vongola. We obtained his genes from elsewhere, through the simulations of scientific instruments, using drugs and human bodies, combined with a bit of flame, we can replicate the Tenth Generation's abilities and body. Although it cannot compare to the original's strength, we have an endless supply of experimental subjects; we can kill him simply through sheer numbers."
So, are these stakes sufficient?
Author's Note:
The next subject for the viewing, Yamamoto, will have his identity revealed in the next chapter. As expected, calling them by their specific names feels much better.
Chapter 7: The Seventh Day of the Live Stream
Scientific cloning, artificial bodies, DNA replication.
The green-haired infant in white clothes looked up, Will thought coldly, what a third-rate approach. There wasn't a shred of innovation; they only thought about how to replicate.
The existence he despised most.
The old man was still laughing merrily: "It's absolutely possible! I know Vongola has a genius researcher named Will, but so what? As long as I can research something that can kill Vongola, the whole world will bear my name, hahahaha! This is exactly why I joined the Organization, hahaha! After all these years, I am finally going to succeed!"
He had already fallen into his own world, lost in his delusions.
He failed to notice the man's stiff expression, the distorted space all around him, or the buildings emitting eerie sounds.
Mammon floated in mid-air. "Yare, is he an alien sent to Earth as a spy? If only all my clients were like this, I could take every single cent from their bank accounts."
He floated to Rokudo Mukuro's side. "I'm not going to acknowledge your identity; the position of the Tenth Generation absolutely belongs to our boss."
Rokudo Mukuro gave a mirthless smile. "A pathetic existence. I don't need your recognition; the pitiful you can do nothing more than resort to empty words."
Kufufu, the Vongola ring is on me.
Anger flared; that damn old man had already stepped on several of his landmines in a row.