Chapter 1287 Strange Baby Tameran

What a boring man.

Belmode suppressed his smile and stepped up to follow Akai Shuichi.

"Even Chris Wynyard is here, TENSE is really amazing." A reporter behind him was talking about today's guests.

A trace of contempt appeared on Belmod's face.

Poor people, they haven't realized what today's banquet means to mankind.

Soon the reporters discovered that there were some weirdly dressed guys in the venue. One of them, a man about the same height as a basketball player, was the scariest. He glared at him and caused heart palpitations that could not be relieved for five minutes.

However, most of the cadres of the organization are still very close to the people. They blend in among the guests from all walks of life and are not conspicuous.

When a producer who had met Chris Wynyard on the set saw Bellmode, he immediately approached him pretending to be familiar: "Isn't this Miss Wynyard? Are you also invited to attend TENSE's dinner?"

When he spoke, the flesh on his face was flying everywhere.

Belmode had no desire to answer his nonsense. She turned her face away indifferently, pretending not to hear.

It's a pity that this producer is not the kind of person who has eyes. He leaned over and said, "Is Miss Wynyard the spokesperson of TENSE? But as far as I know, the spokesperson of TENSE has been won by Korean actress Quan Eunji. ”

Like Gin, Belmode now wants to teach this man how to behave, regardless of the BOSS's warning.

Shuichi Akai, who had nothing to do with himself, received a "help" look from his female companion, and stepped up to block the gap between the producer and Belmode.

"Sorry, sir, we have to go to the VIP seats over there."

Although the producer didn't say anything, there were a few words written all over his face: "Who are you?"

Shuichi Akai joked: "All stars are great, one director."

The producer was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then quickly realized what he was doing and shook hands with Shuichi Akai familiarly: "So you are Director Zhuxing, whom I have admired for a long time! I just saw your work not long ago, and I have to say, you are really What a rising star!”

This time it was Akai Shuichi's turn to be confused.

Of course, the producer has never heard of this director named Morohoshi, but there are all kinds of birds in the woods. Don't look at Morohoshi's lack of fame now. After being spotted by Chris Wynyard, it is only a matter of time before he becomes famous.

He knew that these 18th-tier young directors all had a bad habit. They were incompetent and loved to show off. They thought they were great directors after directing one or two low-budget films. If you compliment them with just a few words, they would immediately treat you as a confidant.

Belmod took Akai Shuichi's arm, smiled at the producer and said, "You are a senior, and we, the Lord, will ask you to take care of us from now on."

Belmode's "Maharaja" was exactly the same as Miyano Akemi's title, but Shuichi Akai just wanted to frown after hearing this.

They quickly moved away from the producer and sat down at the VIP seat specially prepared for the top management of the organization. Gin and others were already here.

"Noisy." Gin's cold eyes swept across the faces of the guests chatting with each other, and he complained unceremoniously.

"It's unimaginable that a person like that just now could actually be on that invitation list." A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Belmod's mouth, "It seems that we should find an opportunity to secretly put him..."

She raised her hand and wiped her neck.

Before the action was completed, Bermod saw Gin with a dark face, and her mood suddenly improved a lot: "Ah, you are the only one today, where is the mezcal?"

Vodka: “???”

Gin didn't even look at him, and asked in a cold voice: "Where's the bourbon?"

Belmod's smile froze on his face.

"You guys were so close. Didn't he accidentally reveal some police information to you?"

Belmod knew what Gin was doing.

To be honest, Bermod was surprised that Bourbon was actually an undercover police officer. However, whether Bourbon is an undercover agent does not affect her attitude and way of treating him. Even if he had known it earlier, Belmode would still cooperate with him.

Akai Shuichi took a glass of whiskey from the plate held by the waiter, took a sip, and mentioned it casually: "How did you discover Bourbon's undercover identity?"

"You seem to have more say in this issue, Rai." Belmode winked at him.

Shuichi Akai was noncommittal.

"It's the information obtained from Rum." Gin frowned, "He should have an undercover agent within the police."

"Tsk, what about the FBI? If not, you can send Rai there..."

"Belmod! Why are you here?!"

Chianti's voice interrupted Belmod's words. She turned around and saw that Chianti, Cohen, Calvados, and even Syrah, who almost only followed Mezcal's orders after arriving in Japan, were all here.

Gee, it’s so lively.

It is uncertain whether Japan's future would be destroyed if a missile hit the Rice Krispies Hotel, but it would at least be confirmed that the organization is gone.

…

The lively scene in the Rice Flower Hotel is destined to belong to only a few people attending the conference, but outside of Rice Flower Town, there are many spectators who are always paying attention to the press conference through the Internet and television broadcasts.

Just one kilometer next to the Rice Flower Hotel, a black business car parked here. Judy and Cameron were sitting in the car. They were not watching the TV broadcast. Only Judy was wearing a pair of headphones.

"I saw Swann when I came here today..." Cameron suddenly said in the silence.

"Huh?" Judy asked while operating the computer, "He was also invited?"

"No, not that I know of."

Judy looked up at him.

Cameron hesitated for a moment and then said truthfully: "I saw him and Mr. Black together. At first I thought they were discussing asking Swann to return to the FBI, but then Mr. Black asked Swann if he would go to the press conference with him. "

This news gave Judy a headache. She frowned and said, "What exactly has TENSE brought to Japan?"

Like them, those who pay close attention to the dynamics of the venue include Sera Marie, Masumi and her daughter who are nesting in the hotel room, Hagiwara Chisato who is far away in Kanagawa, and Morofushi Takaaki from Nagano.

…

"Dear guests and friends from the media, our press conference is about to begin. Please return to your seats."

The scene was so big that the host had to step out to control the situation.

After the chaotic venue calmed down a little, the host raised the microphone and said loudly: "First of all, I would like to invite all the representatives of TENSE Group!"

Swish swish——

Almost instantly, hundreds of eyes in the venue gathered at the door at the same time.

The wooden door opened, and the first person who appeared in everyone's field of vision was a bald man with a square face and friendly eyes.

Probably only the winery people at the VIP table would not regard him as an amiable old man - because that was clearly Rum, the second in command of the organization.

Rum and kindness? Well, it's probably true.

Rum took his seat in the center of the first row.

When Fang Gu Ling, who was disguised as a white horse detective, saw this, he understood that they might not be able to see the BOSS today.

It's not surprising when you think about it. For safety reasons, that gentleman shouldn't show up easily.

Immediately following Rum into the venue was an old acquaintance, but Rei Fukutani didn't have much contact with him. He only knew that he was the scientist who succeeded Shirley in charge of the research group, and he was highly valued by Rum.

Just...why would Isao Aoki appear at a commercial press conference?

Moreover, even if the boss behind TENSE is an organization, their chairman should have appeared. How can Isao Aoki be allowed to be in front of the chairman?

Rei Fangtani couldn't understand it more and more, because he didn't recognize the next few people who appeared, and the TENSE Group representatives in suits and ties were sitting in relatively remote positions.

There are still three empty seats on the field.

It probably looks like this: [Passenger A], [Passer B], [Vacancy], [Vacancy], [Rum], [Vacancy], [Aoki Isao], [Passer C], [Passer D]

Next, it’s time for the chairman of TENSE Group to appear, right?

However, no, the third to last person to enter the scene was Rokuha Yamada, an acquaintance of Rei Fukiya.

Today's Rokuha Yamada is very different from before. She wears a short pink-purple dress, her hair is slightly curled, tied behind her head with a bow, and she has a round pearl necklace around her neck.

Rei Fukiya was able to recognize her thanks to the voice of Mrs. Yamada not far behind him:

"That's my daughter Rokuye. How is it? She's already a graceful lady." Mrs. Yamada has been introducing her daughter to people around her since she walked into the venue. "I still remember the day I gave Rokuye a gift." When Ye was in college, she said she would come home to visit me often, but then she never visited me once..."

At this point, Mrs. Yamada's voice was choked with sobs. She quickly wiped away her tears and put on a smile again: "Look at me, what a wonderful day, yet I'm so rude."

Fukitani Rei glanced at Mrs. Yamada vaguely.

This woman was always smiling from the beginning and almost never shed tears in front of others. What is so special about today?

Behind Rokuha Yamada was a familiar face, but his familiarity had nothing to do with the organization. Tokyo people only often saw him on TV and on the screens of election trucks—Tokyo Governor Kawanishi Sukege.

Kawanishi Sukege sat on Rum's right hand. He and Rum looked very familiar and started chatting as soon as they sat down. Rei Furitani tried to read the lips but failed. The governor of Tokyo was very cunning and would always cover up his mouth movements by drinking water or arranging paper and pen.

Now only the position between Yamada Rokuha and Rum is still vacant.

Rei Fukutani racked his brains and couldn't think of anyone who could be equal to the governor of Tokyo.

Is it another politician?

He even took his father, White Horse Police Chief, into consideration. If the police were really involved in the organization, not only would he not feel strange, but he would feel relieved.

After all, known dangers are much better than unknown ones.

In the midst of everyone's attention, a person Jiang Guling never expected appeared at the door of the reception hall.

His appearance caused a brief silence in the audience, and many people cast surprised glances at him.

Mrs. Yamada said slowly: "Sometimes fate really likes to play tricks on people. I once thought about marrying Liuye to Amuro-kun. Oh, Amuro-kun is Mr. Asano's employee and he is also a talented person."

Jiang Guling felt that he had some tinnitus and his head was stuffy, like a drowning traveler, and he couldn't hear any sound.

He stared blankly at Xinfan walking towards Rum with slow but firm steps. Xinfan even had a smile on his face, a dazzling smile.

Kawanishi Sukecheng took the initiative to stand up and greet him. They shook hands and exchanged greetings.

This time, Rei Fukutani saw Kawanishi Sukege's mouth movements clearly, and he said, "Congratulations, Mr. Asano."

Nobushige replied: "Thanks to you, our cooperation with the Tokyo Metropolitan Government was facilitated."

Obviously the person in front of him still had a familiar face, and even the smile at the corner of his mouth was very similar to that of the music classroom manager, but Rei Suitani suddenly found that Asano Nobushige had become unfamiliar, and he could hardly recognize this person.

It's like a bottomless chasm has appeared out of thin air between the originally close friends. They stood on both sides of the cliff, looking at each other. The straight-line distance is not long, but it is difficult to reach the sky across this ravine.

Before, even though Zhu Fu Jingguang was completely unrecognizable, the feeling of intimacy and familiarity in his heart when he saw him still made Jiang Guling continue to get closer to the truth.

Why does it become like this? What happened to Jing Guang?

Is it rum or BOSS?

When the representatives arrive, the host announces the start of the meeting.

First, a speech from the CEO of TENSE.

Rum stepped on stage and tried out the microphone.

He opened with the same thanks, blessings and prospects, like a skillful strategist, drawing a pie for all the guests that would never be realized.

Suddenly, he changed the topic and started talking about the greenhouse effect and global warming. As we talked, the topic became more and more deviant, turning to the length and breadth of life.

What the hell is Rum talking about? What does the organization want to do?

The more Jiang Gu Ling listened, the more panicked he became. He wanted to grab something real, but when he reached out, he could only find quicksand and river water that would not stop.

Nobuhiro was sitting on the sofa, looking relaxed and calm. He had already heard Rum's speech once before from Renye Karasuma, and if he listened to it again now, it would go in with his left ear and out with the other, leaving no trace in his brain.

Rum expressed the organization's ambitions in a very subtle way, and most people present thought he was just saying nice words, just like Tokyo Electric Power Company, which keeps claiming to be low-carbon and clean, discharging nuclear wastewater into the Pacific Ocean.

However, Nobuhiro could still distinguish some rational and sober people from the glances from the surroundings. Many of them have been secretly contacted by the organization and have a basic understanding of the Noah's Ark plan.

There is no doubt that they all agree with this plan. After all, if they don't agree...

Nobuhiro suddenly felt that there was a line of sight that was particularly deep, and seemed to be filled with many complicated emotions.

He followed his sixth sense to look, but there were only some unfamiliar faces there, and the previous sightlines had disappeared.

Is it...an illusion?

"TENSE Group is about to use Japan as a pilot to trial our clean earth plan. We are very happy to get your support from the beginning, but we also humbly accept any criticism and accusation. If you have objections..." Rum said here There was a deliberate pause.

The reporters and guests all waited with bated breath for the last part of the sentence.

At this moment, along with a "clang", there was a commotion among the guests - it was the sound of chairs falling to the ground, and a well-built middle-aged man fell to the ground on his back, foaming at the corner of his mouth.

"Call an ambulance quickly, someone is unconscious!"

"Wait, wait, let's call the police, he, he has no heartbeat!"

Nobuhiro looked away and took a long breath.

See, this is what happens to those who disagree.