I'm in Mihua, and all the ladies like me.

In fact, he can basically guess Serabel's next plan, and he has to admit that this is the only possible method at the moment.

But I just can't get over this hurdle in my heart.

"If you can't pass this test in your heart, don't pass it."

Serabel saw his thoughts and shrugged needlessly.

"If you want to get answers that you can't get under normal circumstances, you have to go through ways that don't work under normal circumstances. I don't plan to ask you to go with me, but if you have anything to ask, you can send me a message later. When the time comes I will ask him for you by the way. No thanks, and if there is nothing else, you can go back first."

"Yeah, let's go first~"

Yukiko smiled and waved her hands with a wink, then picked up Conan, who was still stubborn in place, and quietly left, half dragging and half dragging him away.

Watching the two figures disappear outside the door of the banquet hall, Serabel drank down the orange juice in her hand, put down the empty cup and took out her mobile phone to make a call.

"Hello? Sister Mary, I'm here... Yeah, that's right, I understand... Wait for me in the Audi."

As the phone was hung up, the police department in the middle of the banquet hall not far away on the other side also finished communicating with the host of the memorial service who had just finished asking for instructions on the phone from his superiors.

The Mumu Police Department said hello and turned around to leave with a large number of accompanying police officers. The host of the memorial service was sweating profusely and ran to the front stage with a microphone, and the voice reached everyone's ears through the broadcast in the hall.

"I'm very sorry that due to an unexpected accident, tonight's memorial service has to be suspended. I'm very sorry for the bad experience it has brought to all guests. Our Abedo Hotel..."

In fact, as long as the first sentence is enough, the rest of it is basically a repetitive chatter about Nisnima.

Before the host on the stage could finish speaking, the guests in the banquet hall began to leave one after another.

Serabel did not leave immediately. He bypassed the large army leaving the banquet hall and came to the vicinity of Kenzo Masan.

This old man obviously came tonight as the president of Mitsubishi Motors. As he approached, he heard someone on the phone apparently asking the driver to pick him up.

After thinking for a moment, Serabel also left the banquet hall.

Five minutes have passed. The guests on the twelfth floor of the Cupido Hotel, which was forced to suspend the memorial service due to unexpected circumstances, have basically dispersed. Those who should leave have already left. Even those who have not left are basically waiting for the bus downstairs. To pick.

However, in the corridor of the floor that should have returned to silence, there were slightly older and slower footsteps, walking along the corridor towards the bathroom.

It's Kenzo Masuyama.

Maybe it was because he drank a lot of drinks because he talked a lot with people at the previous banquet, or because he knew it would be some time before his driver would arrive. After the memorial service ended early, he said goodbye to all his acquaintances and actually ran to the toilet alone.

Of course, this is human instinct, or common sense.

A normal person will usually try his best to prepare as much as possible while waiting for the bus, especially if there is plenty of time, such as dressing up and going to the toilet, then washing and shaving if necessary.

Masuyama Kenzo is no exception.

However, the next second he came to the urinal and took off his belt and posed, the bathroom door was pushed open again, and a cleaning worker who looked like he was wearing a hotel uniform and wearing labor protection gloves slowly pushed a cleaning cart out of the door. Walk in slowly.

Logically speaking, if a cleaner enters the bathroom of a high-end hotel like this and finds that a guest is using it, he should immediately apologize and exit, and wait until the guest leaves before cleaning to avoid causing discomfort to the guest.

But Kenzo Masuyama is the dignified president of Mitsubishi Motors after all. Even if he was really dissatisfied and felt that he was offended, he would not suddenly yell and angrily ask the other party to get out under such circumstances.

That also seems too low-status.

As for complaining, there seems to be no need. He is busy with so many things every day. If he has this time to struggle with a cleaner, he might as well use this time to drink a cup of coffee and relax.

This is what Kenzo Masama thinks.

But just as he was having fun with the water, Kenzo accidentally looked up and saw the cleaning staff standing behind him through the smooth mirror engraved on the wall with an environmental protection slogan similar to "Come in a hurry and go in a rush". He revealed a face that was a little too young.

There's no way this is a hotel cleaner!

The keen intuition of fighting through a hail of bullets when he was young made Kenzo Mayama realize that something was wrong in an instant, and he stopped his urge to urinate in time to launch a counterattack.

But it was too late.

The moment he turned around, a mop handle roared from the front and magnified rapidly in Kenzo Magoyama's field of vision. ?

Chapter 205 Torture of Pisco

Masuyama Kenzo woke up in a dark but narrow space, with the dull pain from before losing consciousness still lingering on the back of his head.

It was difficult for Masuyama Kenzo to tell what he was locked in, because the thing restraining him had no fixed shape.

The ground beneath him felt as hard as cement, and his hands and feet were tied together.

He tried to kick his legs, but he immediately felt a tight feeling on his head; he tried to raise his hands, but there seemed to be a large net above him that restricted the range of movement.

Masuyama Kenzo thought that he might have been put in a sack.

"anyone there?"

He tried to call out.

Masuyama Kenzo knew very well that there was no point in continuing to pretend to be dead at this time. He tried to struggle. If the other party kept staring at him, then his actions just now made it clear that he had woken up.

And even if the other party didn't notice his little move, judging from his current situation, he must have been transported to an extremely secret place.

What's more, if you are put in a sack at night, even if police officers come to find you, if you don't move, you may not be able to find it and save you.

Therefore, instead of continuing to pretend to be dead, it is better for the bachelor to point out that he has woken up, and then it is time to negotiate terms.

This is the necessary psychological quality for being the president of a leading Japanese automobile manufacturing company.

About three seconds after the words fell, Masuyama Kenzo heard a gentle sigh from outside the sack, followed by a boyish voice without emotion.

"You let me use this bucket of pepper water. I originally thought that if you didn't wake up, I would put your head into the pepper water...forget it, it will still be useful later."

Chili water?

Kenzo Mashan felt his heart tremble.

Although he is the president of Mitsubishi Motors on the surface, in fact, because of his relationship with the black organization, he actually has a lot of understanding of the underworld.

Usually covering the face with a piece of cloth and pouring water on it is already a very cruel punishment. Now this person is going to directly press his head into the pepper water... Can young people not be so extreme?

Taking a deep breath to calm down, Masuyama Kenzo took a negotiating tone.

"Since you kidnapped me and brought me here, you should also know my identity. Once I disappear for more than 10 minutes, my subordinates will call the police, and all the police in Tokyo will be dispatched to search... Well, if you want money, just tell me, everyone We are all civilized people, there is no need to use such barbaric methods."

"……money?"

Outside the sack, on a pier in Tokyo Bay, Sera Bell had just connected a cement mixer to water and electricity, and said calmly after hearing Kenzo Masayama's words.

"I don't lack that, I just want to know something."

After saying that, he came to Kenzo Masuyama, grabbed the mouth of the bag and lifted the whole sack off the ground, shifted his center of gravity, and the outline of an old man's face immediately appeared on the surface of the sack.

"Indeed, all the police in Tokyo are looking for you now, so I also plan to solve it quickly. Don't waste your time. Let's briefly talk about the general situation of your organization."

"What's the situation of the group and organization?"

After learning of Serabel's request, Kenzo Masayama, who was tied in a sack, seemed to become angry all of a sudden.

"You kidnapped me just for this kind of thing? Bastard... tell me, do you want to see the company's financial report or future development plan? As long as you let me go, I can ask my secretary to deliver these to you, and I won’t hold you legally responsible!”

Still pretending to be crazy?

Serabel said in a long tone.

"It seems there is no way to solve this in a civilized way, Piscosan."

"Varied……"

Before Kenzo Mayama could react, the next moment he felt a chill pouring down from the top of his head.

It's pepper water!

He realized this reflexively, and quickly held his breath and closed his mouth, but a little bit of it accidentally fell into his eyes.

In an instant, a burning pain crazily burned Kenzo Masayama's retinas.

"Stop! Stop!"

Masuyama Kenzo shouted stop.

However, Serabel didn't listen to him at all, and even felt that this was not very satisfying, so she simply pushed Kenzo Masayama's entire head into the pepper water through the sack.

Now I can't even shout stop.

The struggle, like boiling water, lasted for about ten seconds. Serabel lifted the sack again, and the pepper water soaked in the sack immediately gurgled out along the cracks in the texture of the sack.

"Can we talk properly now?"

"Cough...but, uh, cough! Okay...ok!"

Pisco gave up playing dumb completely.

There is no doubt that since the other party can accurately report the name of his drink, he must also know the existence of the organization. At this time, using Mitsubishi Motors to bully him has no meaning except to attract more beatings for himself.

"People are just mean..."

Serabel shook his head.

"Then let's get back to the topic, which is the same question we just asked. Let's briefly talk about the overview of your organization."

General situation...

Pisco's brain is down again. How should he answer this question?

Serabel, who didn't get an answer immediately, used her backhand to push his head back into the pepper water.

Pisco subconsciously begged for mercy: "Wait a minute! The scope of your question is too big. I can't answer you accurately right away. What do you want to ask specifically? Please be specific!"

"How come you can't answer?" Serabel asked back, "As the president of Mitsubishi Corporation, you should be familiar with this kind of thing, right? For example, the rhetoric at the new employee mobilization meeting."

What is a new employee mobilization meeting? How can an organization have such a thing? What on earth is this person talking about...

Pisco almost collapsed, but he still had to bite the bullet and continue talking.

"Our organization is a team that aims at... cutting-edge technology in all walks of life. The core concept of the organization is... dedication to work, and..."

Well, pure spring and autumn brushwork.

Cutting-edge technology in all walks of life - refers to the study of human immortality technology.

Loving one's job and being dedicated to one's job means that anyone who dares to resign will be shot on the spot.

But Serabel wasn't here to listen to his nonsense, so she just went straight to the point.

"How many people do you have in your organization? Where else besides Japan do you have people?"

"There are too many people. I don't know exactly how many people there are..."

Pisco paused.

"But in addition to Japan, there are branches of the organization in Western countries such as the United Kingdom, the United States, France, and Germany. If we exclude backward places like Africa, it can be roughly understood that they are all over the world."

open ~

Serabel was holding a sack in one hand and a mobile phone in the other hand. The voice on the mobile phone was connected to Akai Marie. He glanced at the text message from the latter that popped up on the screen and asked.

"With so many people, are you preparing to rule the world?"

Pisco actually denied it: "I have said that our organization only targets cutting-edge technology in all walks of life..."

Before he could finish speaking, Serabel interrupted.

"Have all the cutting-edge technologies been researched into intelligence organizations around the world?"

"how is this possible……"

Feeling that he had mastered the rhythm of the conversation, Pisco immediately became fluent.

"As I said, our goal is only to develop cutting-edge technology, not to rule the world by force. What's more, the organization itself has a complete R&D team, so there is no need to steal something from the intelligence department."

Serabel had no intention of letting Pisco leave alive from the beginning, so the way he questioned him became more simple and crude.

"In that case, what is the purpose of sending people to infiltrate the intelligence agencies of various countries?"

"Purpose?"

Pisco chuckled quietly.

"Ever heard of...a list?"?

Chapter 206 This is a shameful betrayal!

"A list? A list of what?"

With almost no hesitation, Serabel blurted out this question.

However, this time Pisco did not answer immediately. Instead, he laughed in a low voice, embarrassed but mockingly.