funbook-pk Chapter 254 The Bloodline of Sindora
Chapter 254 The Bloodline of Sindora
Chapter 254 The Bloodlines of Sindora
Hey.
The bright red heels of her high heels clicked on the tiles. The stunningly beautiful woman shook her head and sighed affectedly, "Tsk tsk, that was swift and decisive. Looks like I'll have to be careful not to be ambushed like that in the future."
"With your physical skills, there's no point in being on guard."
Gin put away his baton, glanced disdainfully at Vermouth, and casually stuffed the unconscious Sugrid into the storage room.
This is outside the interrogation room at Base One.
After completing his day's tasks, with heavy steps, Sugrid carried the day's harvest—Director Thomas Sindora—back to the organization's base, where he drifted off to sleep amidst the warm greetings of his colleagues.
There's an old saying from a distant ancient Eastern country: "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it." This principle often applies to organized actions.
Basic extortion and smuggling work is far more complicated than the general public imagines. Selecting targets, dividing up territories, and dealing with sanctions are all arduous and exhausting steps, and there is also the risk of exposure.
Therefore, appropriately extracting funds from lower-level criminal gangs is an essential key to managing this large family.
What Gin and Vermouth are doing is following behind this "proxy" and cutting off the clues.
"Hey, Gin."
"Speak up if you have something to say." Gin said coldly as he tied up Sindora.
Vermouth leaned against the door and voiced the question that had been bothering her for a long time: "I remember that person had a hobby of collecting the remains of undercover agents as souvenirs a long time ago, right? This habit scared away a lot of rats after it was discovered."
"So what?"
"So when I saw that Scotland was still alive, I suddenly became a little worried..."
Could it be that all those undercover agents we eliminated before were actually turned into waiters or other toys by the boss and are secretly hidden in some base, just that we haven't discovered them yet?
Gin:?
He instinctively wanted to deny it: "Just hearing about it makes me want to vomit, how could I possibly believe something like that?"
No.
It’s hard to say about this matter.
If it were the man who could use hypnotic gas to knock out his adopted son and teach him disguise, he might actually be capable of doing something like that.
"Right?" Vermouth glanced at Gin's unusually stunned expression and sighed. "The boss doesn't speak without reason. The technology the organization can use is at least five stages behind the research and development level. Now that Sugrid can walk around in public, guess how far the research has progressed?"
This problem is like finding a mature, well-developed cockroach in your home, with a full and shiny shell, that is clearly growing well and can skillfully circle around in the kitchen.
Anyone would suspect that their home has been eaten away by cockroaches.
Most parents aren't interested in cockroaches, and that particular adult was fine with it, but what if he suddenly had some crazy idea? He decided to take a risky approach and wanted to play with cockroaches in the house!
Especially when that person had a history of employing rats (although Rum later reluctantly admitted that undercover work was more efficient and diligent than that of regular members).
"..."
After a moment of silence, Gin was the first to dismiss the disgusting idea: "Ha, I think you're getting old. You like to have unfounded fantasies without any evidence."
The 'guest' that the esteemed official requested hasn't been served yet.
"Oh~" Vermouth raised an eyebrow, "Can't wait to see your family?"
Gin snorted coldly, not wanting to pay attention to her pointless teasing, and pushed open the door to the interrogation room.
Sindora, who had been struggling and resisting on the interrogation chair, immediately darkened her face upon seeing the two of them, her teeth bared, and she growled in her throat:
"You little bastard, and that actress who should have died long ago... No wonder the fire at Hogwarts came so suddenly. I knew Lucius Malfoy hadn't been burned to death!"
Thomas Sindora still remembers the day the entire Hollywood film industry was shocked to hear of Lucius's death.
A rising company, poised to dominate the film and television industry, was burned to the ground overnight!
Countless people witnessed flames suddenly erupting from the office window, and the explosion nearly engulfed another building. Lucius Malfoy, once hailed as a genius in stargazing, and his butler were reduced to ashes in agony amidst the flames.
Thomas had not yet betrayed his father at that time; he only heard from him that after repeated investigations by various companies, it was determined that it was a premeditated revenge plotted by Sharon Vineyard's fanatical fans.
In an instant, Hogwarts went bankrupt, Lucius's name became a thing of the past, and child star Sharon, in order to avoid the limelight, casually signed with a medium-sized company called "Demstrand" and disappeared for a long time.
"Ha! Now it seems that he took advantage of this to go underground and do dirty work that can't be seen in the light of day."
A shadow flashed by, and Gin, his face cold, kicked him in the face, sending several bloodied teeth crashing against the wall.
"You're still the same old loser, all you do is bark for your master, which actually suits your nickname quite well."
"you!"
Sindora was furious and spat out a mouthful of blood: "You have no idea what kind of power you are fighting against! It is a realm that mortals cannot solve, the power of gods! In front of the Ark, you are just roadside."
After a moment's wait, Vermouth blinked: "Finished? You're so confident, do you mean you have information about my boss?"
Upon hearing this, Sindora grinned, revealing her gaping, blood-red maw, and let out a grotesque, eerie laugh:
"It's far more than just information! The Ark has even completely grasped the information about Lucius's descendants!"
"Hahahaha! What a pity you hid so well. I never expected that the Japanese police officer Kuromon was actually the young master of the organization!"
The two remained silent: "..."
"Hmm, wow! Our young master has been discovered—"
Exclaiming in utter surprise, Vermouth clicked her tongue, somewhat nostalgic for the initial thrill of constantly finding new candidates: "Is it Kuromon Haruya again? Aren't there any other candidates?"
What a joke! How could the true identity of the leader of a major organization be known to such a nobody?
The thought of how Kurokawa Haruya suddenly muttered to himself devoutly to the air during the annihilation of Pisco made Vermouth shudder with unease.
but...
A sly glint flashed in Vermouth's eyes, and her smile vanished, her long eyelashes casting a heavy shadow beneath her eyes: "However, Gin, Butbel has appeared on several important occasions, and his attitude toward the two of us has been quite unusual."
"What if he really is the boss?"
"Heh." This time it was Gin's turn to sneer.
If a boss's thoughts are hard to fathom, how hard is it for this woman to understand them?
Vermouth has a history of hoarding all the benefits for herself. Would she ever leave any benefits for others, especially for herself? Think about it, nine out of ten times it's not going to be anything good!
Seeing that Gin did not respond, Vermouth pouted and muttered, "Binga and Sugrid have appeared one after another. Who knows if Butbel is the boss's illegitimate son?"
"Rum will be smiling in his grave." Gin was too lazy to waste any more words with her.
"What you're talking about is..." "Beep."
Vermouth's phone beeped, and she glanced at the message, her pupils shrinking: "Looks like this guy's been dealt with by the boss too. The rest is up to you. I've run into some trouble here, gotta go."
Without paying attention to the meaning behind Gin's probing gaze, he hurriedly arranged the itinerary for the trip to Beika Central Hospital.
After the unrelated personnel left, Gin picked up the instruments of torture on the interrogation table and wiped them one by one with alcohol.
Thomas's flushed face turned deathly pale: "Wait! You can't do that to me! Do you know what right you have to stand in front of me?"
Gin has heard far too many of these words during his years of interrogations: sowing discord, enticement, and pleas for mercy.
"Have you never thought about why you and your son were kept as pets by the Sindora Group?"
Seeing that he didn't react, Sindora panicked completely: "I'll talk! I'll talk!"
“You can compete with my business! Your father, that customer from back then, was from one of the branches of the Sindora clan, and you are my distant cousin!”
Gin: !
His breathing, steady for over a decade, suddenly became erratic. Gin turned around abruptly, staring intently at the corner of the wall—the security camera was completely covered, and the microphone had been removed, clearly having been turned off beforehand.
"Your father is the last bloodline of that branch. Out of concern for blood relations, my family ultimately decided to take in you and your mother, who are all alone and destitute. As long as I can vouch for you, you can take as much of the Sindora Group's assets as you want... Ugh! Waaah."
The large, veiny hand gripped his cheeks tightly, the bones grinding together under the pressure. Sindora's vision went black, and he almost fainted from the pain.
The killing intent pierced through every pore, almost bleeding, and under the dark brim of his hat, the lone wolf slowly lowered his head, gazing into his eyes.
In the depths of her almost vertical pupils, a complex, spiderweb-like, eerie green light gradually emerged, invading Sindora's mind:
"May you forever slumber in a nightmare of pure blackness."