Chapter 5 APTX-4869

Asano Nobushige's expression was extremely indifferent, as if the poison that could kill people invisible was just a cold medicine to him.

Under the background of Miyano Shiho's gaffe, his eyes became more and more indifferent: "From the very beginning, the organization did not plan to conduct experiments step by step. It is indeed convenient to use mice as test subjects, but if you want to know the real effect of the medicine, you still have to Human trials are needed."

"So far, thousands of human trials have been conducted on the APTX series of drugs. And the mortality rate is 100 percent." Xin Fan emphasized.

Miyano Shiho didn't hold back, she stretched out her hand to slide the form, and started to read from the first row. Names flashed across her mind like a movie projector, each representing an innocent life lost to the drug she was researching.

Her hands began to tremble, and she couldn't hold the mouse steadily.

"Wait!" Miyano Shiho's attention was suddenly attracted by one of the lines, "Kudo Shinichi...why is his state unknown?"

Xin Fan glanced at it, and said: "It was handled by Gin, and I don't know the specifics. But if it is unknown, it means that the body has not been found. After all, APTX-4869 is not even a successful failure. It's just a poison, right?"

"... That's right." Miyano Shiho didn't tell Shinshige about the strange situation that happened to the mouse. Subconsciously, she always felt that it was very important that APTX-4869 could make the subject smaller, and it might save her life at critical moments.

Xin Fan sorted out the required data, stored them in the disk, then exited the system and shut down the database computer.

"Also I need a set of APTX-4869."

Miyano Shiho's face changed: "You want to use it to kill people?"

"Don't you think this method of killing people without leaving traces is very useful?" Xinfan turned his head and looked at Miyano Shiho with probing eyes, "Why, your ridiculous sympathy has overflowed?"

"Hmph, why do I have such a weak mentality? I just want to remind you that according to the content on the form, I am afraid that all usage of APTX-4869 must be registered."

"I'll register."

Even if Miyano Shiho didn't want to be an indirect murderer at all, she couldn't disobey the order of the organization too clearly. With a cold face, she walked to the cabinet where the medicines were stored, swiped her card to take out a box, and handed it to Xin Fan.

However, no matter how sensible she was, she still couldn't help but said: "The research on drugs has not made any progress. From a scientific point of view, there is no need to continue human trials."

Xin Fan paused, and said, "Which way of death do you think is more comfortable, taking medicine or being shot in the head by a bullet?"

Miyano Shiho was stunned, she looked up at Xinfan blankly, opened and closed her mouth, her voice was hoarse.

Seeing this, Xinfan smiled, but the smile was cold: "So you don't have to feel guilty, this is the gospel for those who are mortal."

"...Sophistry." Miyano Shiho lowered his head with a gloomy expression, "I, who researched that drug, am a murderer at all."

Xin Fan's figure had disappeared in the elevator. The number on the elevator kept getting smaller and soon reached -2F. But Miyano Shiho's gaze was still focused on the elevator, immersed in his own world for a long time.

...

Driving away from Qinggang Biotechnology Co., Ltd., Xinfan planned to go directly to an underground safe house organized nearby, where he stored a batch of munitions and materials, and planned to pick some and transfer them to the dark room in the apartment.

It's just that when the car was driving on the road, Xinfan saw a familiar figure in the rearview mirror——Moori Kogoro.

Mori Kogoro, wearing dark glasses, leaned behind a utility pole with an open newspaper in his hand. With such an image, one can tell who is following someone.

Reminiscing that it is probably still in the early stages of the plot of "Detective Conan", Uncle Mao Li should have received many tracking and investigation commissions to find cats and dogs, and mistresses.

Ah, no, it should be said that these unhealthy commissions are the main work of detectives at any time. After all, not everyone has elementary school students of death around them.

Xinfan deliberately slowed down the speed of the car, and saw clearly the object that Mori Kogoro was following.

The man was dressed in a light gray long windbreaker. He had a beard that took up half of his face. He also wore a pair of black sunglasses and a gray beret above his forehead. It's really strange no matter how you look at it, as if he has done something bad, or has already been on the wanted list of the police.

This strange dress made Xinfan pay special attention to it, but he didn't take it seriously. Even if the case is about to happen, it will be solved by Conan in the end anyway. He really has no point in worrying about the elementary school students of death.

The silver Maserati parked steadily near the safe house. After entering his fingerprints and pupils, Shinshige successfully opened the secret door and walked into this room—one of the dozens of safe houses organized in Tokyo.

There are about 200 square meters here, with a total of four rooms, the middle is the lounge, and there are also medical rooms and weapon storage.

Xinfan found the things he had stored here before, including pistols, sniper rifles, shotguns, grenades, bombs, smoke bombs, etc., and even several high-tech products among them.

He packs them all in an opaque tennis bag before sitting down on the sofa bored.

Xinfan took out his mobile phone and entered a string of email addresses.

[Mezcal: I need a group of snipers to assist in the operation. 】

The email reply will arrive shortly.

[MP: ********** Chianti, Cohen. They will fully obey your arrangements in the near future. 】

Well, come back in seconds...

Could it be that the grown-up is so bored all day long that he waits for emails on his phone? ?

But when you think about it, it doesn't make sense. After all, the distillery recognized that the busiest thing was gin, but even so, gin still had time to watch operas and movies to cultivate their sentiments.

With a heavy tennis bag on his back, Xinfan left the safe house in a low-key manner, and drove a long circle around Mihua Town before returning home.

This is a habit he has developed in organizing undercover agents for many years. After all, no one can guarantee that there will never be hidden dangers around him.

Twenty minutes later, Xinfan's cell phone rang.

At first glance, it was gin.

"What's the matter?" Xinfan clamped the phone to his ear, and took a wine glass from the wine cabinet.

"Chianti and Cohen were sent to you by that gentleman?"

Gin's tone was very calm, without any emotion. However, the feeling that one of his subordinates were cut off, and he couldn't participate in the action even though he was in Tokyo, was probably quite aggrieved.

"Well, I'm short of a sniper who can help in tracking." Xinfan poured half of the Scotch whiskey he drank before into the wine glass, and added another ball of ice.

"Since you poached Chianti and Cohen, then you can come and assist me with Miyano Akemi."

"To deal with a little mouse that doesn't even have a code name, do you still need a sniper?"

Gin's voice was cold: "I won't give the mouse any chance to escape. Why, you don't want to?"

"I didn't say that." Xin Fan looked at the movement outside the glass window, took a sip of whiskey and said, "After all, we will inevitably cooperate with you in future operations in Japan. This time, let's take it as a break-in."

"I'll let you know before the operation begins, so that's it."

Xin Fan's phone call was ruthlessly cut off by the opposite party again.