Chapter 982 The Password Is 123456

Apart from Nobuhiro being speechless at Shiraz's naivety, there wasn't much to complain about on the first day of the Nordic trip.

It can be said that Nobushige is already very familiar with this place. This base is smaller than the base in Tokyo, but the base that "is small but has all the internal organs" was built by him.

Just like Gin has its own separate office at the Tokyo base, Mezcal also has an office here that includes rest and storage functions. Although the person in charge was later changed, the place seemed to have been reserved for him.

“It looks like this place is no different from when I left.” Silla looked around and said, “Should we have a meal together?”

The flight from Tokyo to Stockholm takes twelve hours, and minus the seven-hour time difference, it was already noon in Stockholm when their plane landed.

"Okay." Nobuhiro said nonchalantly, "Then we'll find a hotel to stay in."

"Okay... wait, why do you want to stay in a hotel? Aren't there a lot of empty rooms in the base?"

After hearing Silla's question, Nobuhiro just glanced at a certain place casually, and walked out of his office first: "Of course it's to stay in a five-star hotel and enjoy first-class service."

Although Silla was naive, he was not stupid. Seeing Mescal's reaction, he immediately realized the problem and hurriedly followed.

After leaving the base, he leaned into Mescal's ear and asked, "What did you find just now?"

Xinfan pushed Silla away with a look of disgust: "Don't be so quiet, it's not a bug, it's just an interesting gadget."

"The guy in the organization with bad intentions, or the killer EVIL?"

"I don't know, but you'll know if you try it."

If it was done by someone in the organization, it means that the management in Northern Europe is loose, and there are still people who are eyeing him, the former person in charge who has returned. And if it is Brinton, Nobushige must carefully consider whether he should blow up the entire base and find another place to rebuild it.

"Huh?" Silla suddenly asked Nobuhiro with a confused face, "Where's Rai, wasn't he still here just now?"

Nobushige said helplessly: "He left a long time ago. Maybe he discovered the secrets hidden in this base as soon as he came in."

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Nobushige picked a hotel relatively close to the train station, checked in, and booked two rooms.

There are two reasons for this. First, if there are other people sleeping next to him, Shinfan will have trouble sleeping at night, seriously affecting the quality of his sleep. Secondly, he came to Sweden this time to deal with Brinton just by the way. The main purpose was to get back the previous research data on Silver Bullet. He didn't want Silla to know about it, so it was best to avoid him and do it secretly.

Nobushige's room is located high up and has an excellent sniper view. Nobushige would like to call it a sniper-themed suite.

The firearms he used to use had also arrived in Sweden a long time ago. Although they were all commonly used equipment, Nobuhiro had to adapt to them again after receiving them to ensure that the chain would not be missed at critical moments.

After doing this, Nobuhiro put a pistol, magazines and some small items in his windbreaker, stood in front of the full-length mirror and carefully arranged his appearance, and then left the hotel calmly.

The hotel is really a must-have stop for killing people and selling goods. In a sense, the hotel's concealment may be higher than the organization's safe house.

Shinshige's target was a life sciences research institute on the outskirts of Stockholm, one of hundreds of research institutions in Northern Europe. If the United States is a battleground between the organization and the FBI, and Japan is a hodgepodge of intelligence agencies from various countries, then Northern Europe must be the base of the organization's scientific research team.

The experimental projects that Nobushige learned about when he was in charge of Northern Europe were probably just the tip of the iceberg. And if you don’t know the whole picture, you can’t grasp the true purpose of organizing scientific research. This feeling of being out of control is very bad.

The access control system is very simple, just swipe the mezcal "black card" and you can pass smoothly.

The experimental part of the Silver Bullet project has ended, and all subsequent research has been transferred to Isao Aoki, so this research institution has currently ceased operations. There are floor lamps set up every few meters in the dark corridor, and there are also the ticking sounds of maintenance equipment from time to time. Other than that, this institute is like an abandoned hospital in a horror movie, desolate and weird. .

Nobuhiro walked through it skillfully. Even with his eyes closed, he could accurately judge where he was at the moment and what the soft touch next to him was——

Nobushige put the fallen human organ model back into its original position.

Hmm... It's even weirder. It's better to get the research materials quickly and go back as soon as possible.

The room where Silver Bullet research data is kept is at the end. Nobuhiro saw many laboratories along the way. The laboratories still maintained the appearance before the researchers evacuated, and all experimental instruments and equipment were neatly placed in their original positions. There doesn't seem to be any dust.

This is especially true for the reference room.

Paper materials are stacked one on top of another, and document bags are lined up in light blue folders. Each box is labeled with the time and specific title. The central computer in the data room is still running, and the hidden host makes a buzzing sound in the silent space.

The next thing was simple. Nobuhiro connected the computer and mobile phone with a data cable, and let Hiroki search for things that might help Haibara Ai in the vast database. Hiroki said that he didn't understand these things. In his opinion, These information are quite useful, why not copy them all.

During this period, Nobuhiro was not idle. He found a document signed with "Mezcal" among the paper documents, copied it and carried it in his arms.

He needed to hide the fact that he took the Silver Bullet research data from the organization. Although Hiroki was very capable, he always made mistakes when relying on others for everything. Nobuhiro was still used to having an extra layer of insurance.

"Okay." Hiroki said happily after a while, "All of them have been copied. If your sister studies these things, it may take several years just to read them."

Nobuhiro was helpless: "You shouldn't have even copied the original data of the experiment, right?"

"Of course, don't you need it?"

Hiroki's tone was so matter-of-fact that Nobuhiro was not in the mood to refute.

"It's nothing. You did a good job. It's time for us to leave." Nobuhiro picked up his lost hair, cleaned up any fingerprints, skin flakes, and footprints that might have been left behind, and then left the institute.

After going out, he called a certain peripheral member who was still taking orders from him in Northern Europe: "It's me, Mescal.

"There is a good mannequin here at the institute. You can move it to my office. The password is 123456."

Hiroki looked shocked: "???"

Brother Jingguang, what are you going to do to that mannequin just now? Also, why is your password so weak?

If you dare to set such a password, don't blame others for having bad intentions!