The villain knight doesn't want to be a hero

——Just like the hairy crabs that only jumped from 30 yuan per catty to 40 yuan per catty.

Although the incidental value increased slightly due to contact with the fake magic box that was mimicked by genetic factors.

But in essence, it is still a product of human flesh.

Kaoru Fujioka, who was being manipulated by Lin Qiao, narrowed his eyes, but didn't say anything.

In fact, he was not surprised by the current situation.

Expecting capitalists to have a conscience is simply Oli's deception.

This cannot be solved by relying on a dog-licking stance.

And if these people directly gave away the company's immunity with gratitude, he would feel like a ghost.

But after all, he couldn't just ignore these people and send Sasha to the laboratory to be a guinea pig to be slaughtered.

Crossing his fingers and supporting him on the table, he looked directly at Tanaka, who was the first person, with a playful look:

"Do you overestimate yourself? Or is it because you have been bossing around your subordinates for a long time that you have some misjudgments about your status?"

The unceremonious and sarcastic words suddenly silenced the venue... filled with a faint smell of gunpowder.

And Tanaka himself was naturally not in a good mood when he was suddenly ridiculed to his face for no reason.

"Fujioka, what do you mean? Do you look down on people?"

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting you."

Kaoru Fujioka waved his hand quickly, then looked around at the other people present, and said in an exaggerated tone: "I mean everyone present is a little confused about their own weight."

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You TMD!

After finishing speaking, the corners of other people's mouths twitched fiercely. If you disagree, just say it directly. What are you doing with the map cannon? Did you take the wrong medicine?

Facing the scrutinizing gazes of other people, Kaoru Fujioka spread his hands and said, "What, what are you looking at me for? Did I say something wrong?"

"Then you'd better tell me why." Tanaka snorted disdainfully, and the former also showed a look of disdain.

"Okay, okay, let me start from the beginning - you don't think that you really have the ability and authority to handle this matter, do you?"

“…”

"Yes, we can deal with her according to our own ideas, but then what? Guess who will be the next unlucky person?"

As if thinking of something interesting, Kaoru Fujioka sneered: "Don't forget, being capable does not mean having power."

"When that woman brought the black box to Arasaka, she was already a member of the company, not to mention that the black box's impact on her was extremely rare and had positive changes."

"The only person in Arasaka who is qualified to handle this matter is that adult!"

——Arasaka Saburo!

When he realized this name in his mind, even Jenkins, who had stepped on countless corpses to get to the top, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Indeed, as the other party said, matters related to the black box are no longer the sole discretion of their Night City branch.

Every point involved needs to be carefully considered.

——Just handing over the black box is not enough.

Sasha was indeed an ordinary mercenary, but that was before.

As an individual who touched the black box with her own hands, but did not transform into that kind of metal monster, and instead received a wave of comprehensive treatment, her specialness was inevitable in the early stages of the research on the black box.

Because of this, whatever they do at this time is wrong.

After all, once Saburo Arasaka does something else to her, and they can't hand over anyone...

I think their successors should be very happy to have such a smart-aleck predecessor.

When they thought of this, everyone felt like flying insects swept by the strong wind.

The strong wind called fear blows into everyone's heart... although it is actually the effect of manipulating emotions from a dog-licking attitude.

But at least the desired effect is achieved.

"....Anyway, let's do this for now. Let the mercenary stay in Arasaka until the order comes from above...and try to meet her needs, but don't let her leave."

Jenkins rubbed his temples with a headache and ordered to the subordinate next to him.

Then he turned to look at the other people who were also looking uncertain: "I will personally report this matter to the Tokyo headquarters later. Does anyone else have anything to add?"

"But what do you want to say? Accidentally seized products of alien civilization?"

"..."

That definitely won't work.

If you really want to say that, regardless of anything else, he, Arasaka, the head of the counter-intelligence department stationed in Night City, has most likely reached his end.

After all, what about aliens is ridiculous!

And we have to find a way to cover up the traces of this matter...

Despite the advance blockade, the large-scale operation of the heavy troops itself could not be concealed.

——I can only say that things are quite troublesome.

Chapter 325 "Today's Meal for the Arasaka Family" postponed

At the same time, Night City entered night.

Compared to Tokyo, which has a 13-hour time difference, the sun has just risen.

Sunlight shines in the vast Japanese garden.

The branches of the huge cherry blossom tree in the courtyard sway slightly in the wind, and from time to time many pink petals fall down.

Compared with the skyscrapers in the distance, it feels like traveling through time and space.

And in this courtyard, legendary comedian Hino Hidetomo... ah no, Emperor Arasaka's personal guard, Goro Takemura, has also started a new day of work.

At this moment, Takemura Goro wanted to prepare breakfast for the adult who was still sleeping before he woke up.

He is getting old and his appetite is much worse than before, so he cannot eat too much.

Plum rice balls are a great choice.

He walked to the kitchen with ease, much faster than ordinary people walking, but without making a single sound.

It's a pity that I was interrupted by a message whose content seemed inappropriate...

To a certain extent, it can even be called transgression.

"What? People over there in Night City want to see Lord Saburo?"

At this moment, Takemura Goro could be said to be full of questions.

His first thought was that the Fifth Corporate War was about to break out as a result of Night City's involvement in military technology?

But after listening to the reports from my subordinates, the situation seemed to be different from what I thought...

"Didn't they say why? Or something?"

"That... is not true, Mr. Takemura, Night City said they wanted to report to Mr. Saburo in person, and it sounded very urgent. You see..."

"Okay, send the complete information."

After a while, Takemura Goro received a message from his subordinates.

[Confidentiality Level: Highest]

[Content: The Night City branch in California, USA, made a major discovery at 15:42 local time. Please allow us to interview Mr. Saburo]

[Additional matters: This proposal is jointly submitted by all staff of Arasaka’s Night City branch]

The information was not sent through a regular channel, but through a special private channel and was encrypted.

——This can only be used in extremely urgent situations.

But the content... is obviously not stated clearly.

'What are the guys over there in Night City doing? '

Looking at the message sent, Goro Takemura frowned.

After ruling out the possibility that the people in Night City might have gotten too high by absorbing flashes.

The only possibility he could think of was that there was really a big problem... and it was so big that the Night City branch was completely unable to make a decision.

They even dared not mention the specific content just in case to prevent information leakage.

——So what happened?

Thoughts kept running through my mind.

Although as a guard, he didn't like such arrogant behavior at all, but... he was just a guard.

The specific decisions, rewards and punishments still have to be left to the master.

Quickly walked to the shoji gate.

Although it looks like a thin layer, in fact because of the special material used, even ordinary pistol bullets cannot penetrate it.

"Sir Saburo."

Goro Takemura knelt down respectfully and lowered his head, while a rustling sound came from the other side of the door.

"What's the matter, Goro?"

An old voice came from inside.

It sounds hoarse and slow, but it carries the majesty of a superior person.

Under the service of the maid, an old man wearing a gray-blue kimono walked out.

Saburo Arasaka, the real controller of Arasaka Company... is also the god of Japan.

In today's Japan, you don't have to know the emperor, but you must know that the owner of this land is Saburo Arasaka.

Even though he was old and had a body over 150 years old, which made him somewhat incapable of carrying out his duties and had to step down from the stage, no one dared to raise objections to the above facts.

"Yes, to answer your question, just now, there was an emergency in the Night City branch of California in the United States.... All of them hope to get your instructions."

"Emergency?"

Saburo Arasaka's movements paused.

"Haha, today's kid really can't learn to behave at all. He only causes trouble outside every day..."

He let out a slight, yet existential sneer.

He spoke in a slow and heavy tone: "Forget it, let's talk about what trouble they caused."

"This......"

"What's wrong? You look hesitant."

"Yes, they said they discovered something important, so they hope to show it to you with their own hands."

This is a more elegant way of saying it.

"..."

With the slight change in facial expression, more wrinkles appear on the old face full of wrinkles.

The longest-lived war criminal who participated in World War II put his hands behind his back, not knowing what he was thinking.

And his appearance also made Goro Takemura, who was kneeling on the ground, feel worried for the people over at Night City - I hope they can come up with corresponding things.

Otherwise, they will soon know what the price of teasing the emperor is.

After a moment of silence, Saburo Arasaka walked in a certain direction without saying a word.

As for his personal bodyguard, Goro Takemura got up and followed him.

The servants along the way greeted the former respectfully. It was hard to tell whether the expressions on their faces were caused by respect or fear.

The two quickly walked to a separate room.