Chapter 463
Mime Performance
"What are you doing?"
A cold male voice came through clearly.
The bodyguard was taken aback, not expecting the surveillance camera's audio to finally return to normal at that moment.
The silver-haired man on the screen seemed unaware that someone was watching him from behind the camera. He walked over to the low-level member who was kneeling on the ground, and simultaneously reached into his pocket with his left hand.
"I—no—I don't know what happened either, please—"
Before the lower-ranking member could finish speaking, Gin raised his foot and kicked him hard in the side.
The dull sound sent chills down the bodyguard's spine. He watched as the person in the video was sent flying, his head slamming against the iron railing with a thud, before sliding to the ground like a broken sack, motionless.
This... his spine must be broken...
The bodyguard felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the person on the screen, whose body was in a bizarre pose that a normal human could not achieve.
Gin kicks people like he kicks pebbles on the roadside; once he's done, he doesn't bother with them anymore. He glances down at the undercover agent in front of him, then slowly looks up at the camera.
Through the screen, he met the gazes of everyone in the room. As if anticipating their reactions, he suddenly laughed, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery.
"Boom."
A sudden noise startled the bodyguard, who quickly looked over and saw Rum slamming his hand heavily on the table.
The second-in-command's face was terribly gloomy, and the bodyguard thought, perhaps it was just his imagination, that he was standing very stiffly.
“Get out,” Rum ordered.
"Then you..."
The bodyguard snapped out of his daze and quickly pressed for more information.
"Everyone go out and stand guard at the door."
Rum gave the order again, his voice becoming urgent.
The bodyguard hesitated for a moment, sensing that Rum's condition was a bit off. But seeing the other bodyguards around him turn around nimbly, he didn't dare linger and had no choice but to follow them out of the monitoring room.
……
The surveillance footage of the prison cell continued to play.
Morofushi Kagemitsu looked at Gin, his expressionless face meeting those emerald green eyes.
He remained silent, silently gathering his remaining strength. Of course, he wouldn't sit idly by and wait to die; he was waiting, attempting to seize even the slightest opportunity to counterattack, even if the chance of success was less than one in ten.
Gin seemed completely unaware of his intentions, and finally pulled his left hand out of his pocket. He wasn't holding a gun, but a small knife.
The blade was covered in a sticky, scarlet substance, leading Morofushi Kagemitsu to suspect that he had recently stabbed someone with it. He didn't know who it was.
"Your current reaction..."
Gin sized him up, his deep voice full of mockery.
"It's just like a cat that has accidentally climbed to a high place and is figuring out how to jump down safely. When it sees someone approaching, it tries to scare them away by baring its teeth and claws."
Morofushi Kagemitsu: "..."
Is it...his imagination?
Why did he feel that Gin in front of him was somewhat...
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he saw Gin, still with that light smile, thrusting the knife toward his neck!
Morofushi Kagemitsu: "!!"
……
Outside the monitoring room.
The bodyguard left the room, the electronic door closed before his eyes, and he could no longer know what was happening in the cell.
The entire corridor was silent; no one else passed by except for them, and the nearby doors were tightly closed.
The bodyguard glanced around, then at his silent companions, and sighed inwardly.
Actually, things weren't always like this. They would occasionally exchange a few words while driving or escorting, and as long as they did their jobs well, Lord Rum wouldn't blame them... But everything changed after the arrival of the new leader. That new leader was Rum's old nemesis, and after he took over, Rum's life suddenly became difficult.
This "difficult situation" did not refer to being suppressed. In fact, the leader still treated Rum as his second-in-command, did not take away any of his power, and even entrusted him with the responsibility of medical experimental projects.
The real change came from the top levels of other organizations.
Many high-ranking members of the organization who knew the identity of the former leader were dissatisfied with Goldwasser, feeling that his rise to power was sudden and suspecting that he had murdered his predecessor and usurped the throne. However, they themselves dared not casually test this new leader who had been operating in the United States for many years and had gathered a variety of talents from various fields.
They hoped someone else, especially Rum, would be the first to oppose the new leader. Even if they couldn't win, at least they could test the other side's strength.
Rum, of course, also wanted to rebel.
He knew all too well what everyone else was thinking, and he didn't want to fight Godivaser to the death, only to have someone else reap the benefits.
Therefore, he chose to "develop stealthily," outwardly treating Goldwasser and his child Anisette with utmost respect, while secretly beginning to take action behind the scenes.
As Rum's subordinate, the bodyguard would naturally support all of his superior's decisions, but...
He sighed again as he thought about what he had experienced in the past few days.
This base is so remote, and the infrastructure is a complete mess. He'd been in the organization since he was a child, becoming a bodyguard by following in his father's footsteps, and he was generally well-liked; he'd never been to such a terrible base before.
—Who exactly is that woman that Rum boss described as someone even "would have to be wary of"? And why is she in this godforsaken place?
The bodyguard couldn't understand it, especially after returning from a business trip last week and immediately coming here with Rum. He found himself increasingly unable to comprehend what was happening within the organization.
What will the future hold?
He lowered his head slightly and sighed softly.
His voice fell to the ground like a drop of morning dew, receiving no response.
He didn't realize that he was standing right in the middle, with two other bodyguards on each side.
He didn't realize that after he half-complained and half-muttered to himself, the other four people started moving together.
These bodyguards, whose appearances, builds, and clothing were completely different, all looked at him in the same instant, with the same speed, the same posture, and the same expressionless faces.
Both inside and outside the door, there was complete silence.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
In the monitoring room.
The screen was still playing images, but the room was now empty. A hidden door had appeared in the left wall, and Rum was moving down the stairs.
He leaned against the wall, walking slowly, step by step. If you looked closely, you could see that his arms and legs were trembling slightly.
When Rum finally stepped back onto the ground, his forehead was covered in cold sweat. He didn't bother to wipe it away and looked at the room in front of him.
This is a dark room, extremely simply furnished, without any furniture or lights. A large computer sits against the wall. There are surveillance cameras on the wall, but the footage has never appeared in the monitoring room above; only specific people can see it.
Rum groped his way to the machine, entered the password on the adjacent machine, and then pressed his palm print. The screen lit up.
The giant screen's light illuminated only half the room, dividing it into two areas of semi-brightness and semi-darkness. The monitor, sensing the light source, slowly rotated and then fixed its position on a certain spot.
The light also fell on Rum's face, and he squinted uncomfortably at the glare.
At the same time, he felt another piercing pain in his right leg, even worse than when he went down the stairs. This time he couldn't bear it any longer and had to bend over, holding onto the counter, to pull up his pants.
What you see is shocking; his entire leg is swollen more than usual, especially his knee, which is covered in blisters.
"hateful."
He cursed under his breath, but no one responded. He stood up again and began working on the control panel.
The room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of buttons being pressed.
The darkness enveloped him from behind, silently watching him along with the surveillance camera above.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
I know about the 73 incident, but I haven't received any notification yet.
I'll finish this book properly (the updates will be slow at most), but I don't want to write about Ke Tong anymore... (End of Chapter)