newbobooks Chapter 233 Mr. Miyano, can you become the second canary by relying on your charm?
Chapter 233 Mr. Miyano, can you become the second canary by relying on your charm?
At the gate of Schindler Company at the end of working hours.
"Ivan, I'll wait for you at the company entrance tomorrow." Smith said tearfully, "We get along so well. We'll definitely become good friends."
The expression on Fūya Rei's ordinary face suddenly became embarrassed.
How on earth did this guy manage to do this JK pose so naturally!
This is the main entrance where people come and go!!
Fūya Rei took a few steps back, covered his face with one hand, and didn't want to have anything to do with Smith at all.
Uh, no, he is wearing a disguised face now.
What does Ivan's loss of face have to do with me, Jōgō Rei!
After figuring it out, he stood up straight as if it had nothing to do with him.
A colleague passing by was baffled: "You two are like an intelligent voice chat system, chattering non-stop. Of course you get along."
Another person chimed in, "By the way, the [Intelligent Voice Chat System] project hasn't been approved yet. I think since you guys are so good at chatting, this project will definitely be successful. Do you want me to help apply for it with the president?"
Smith and Furuya Zero's expressions froze at the same time.
Smith wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, "That's fine. But I'm still missing some spoken English and common words. Can you guys spend more time with me these few days?"
When the two colleagues heard this, their faces turned pale and they ran away immediately.
"Well, the tram is here. It's getting late and I'm in a hurry."
"Next time, I'll have a chance next time."
The two men left in a hurry. Smith raised his chin proudly and said, "I can't cure you anymore."
He turned his head to take credit for his new friend, but saw that his new friend had already walked out of the company gate.
Smith's expression lit up with joy, and he immediately called his superior: "Master Martini, the gentleman you mentioned has left. Let me tell you, that gentleman—eh?"
As he was speaking, the phone in his hand was taken away.
Just as Smith was about to curse, he saw Ivan's sickly face.
He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and stammered hoarsely, "I, Ivan, didn't you leave?"
Furiya Ling looked at him with a half-smile and said meaningfully, "If I hadn't left, how could I have seen such a wonderful performance of yours?"
I thought you were a social elite, but it turns out you were just creating a persona just like me.
Smith:…
Fūya Rei was playing with his cell phone, and the person on the other end didn't dare to hang up, so he just remained silent.
He raised his chin towards Smith and asked curiously, "Why aren't you laughing? Is it not funny?"
Smith quickly said, "I'm not born to laugh."
How dare you say that!
Fūya Ling snorted coldly and said sarcastically to the person on the other end of the phone, "You are so audacious to illegally access residents' surveillance."
Martini's laughter came, distorted and respectful: "Lord Miyano, I'm worried that you didn't let the Angel of Death follow you."
The first time he saw the surveillance video in the morning, he could clearly tell from the adult's words and actions that he had a different personality.
This personality looks dangerous and mysterious, both good and evil, completely different from the previous personality that seemed like an abyss.
He'd even reviewed the results of the experimental project codenamed "Heavenly God's Forgotten Pearl," and had a good understanding of the brainwashed personality. Elegant and enigmatic, every action carried a purpose, and the casual actions were merely random moves.
As someone who has been closest to this gentleman recently, he does not think that the storm in Japan has nothing to do with Mr. Miyano.
I heard that the old man had to seek emergency treatment several times because the organization’s headquarters’ capital chain was broken and his network of relationships was destroyed.
Tsk, it’s true that ‘an old man who doesn’t die is a thief’, Lao Deng is really able to survive.
With old Deng around, when will he and Gibson be able to get through this?
They don't want to study any weird human experiments at all, they just want to explore the mysterious origins.
Alas, Gibson sided with Mr. Miyano. He admitted that Mr. Miyano was extremely charming, but charm and ability are different...
Wait, wait, Martini slapped his thigh, his eyes shining.
To some extent, it can be the same.
For example, this gentleman used his charm to conquer the organization's wolfhound, Gin!
Another example is using charm to poach members of the organization...
He once heard that there was a canary in the organization's headquarters, which caused a Shura field among the code-named members. That period was full of blood and gore, and many people were transferred to other places on business trips.
For example: Tequila!
Hiss, could it be that Mr. Miyano has the potential to become the second Canary?
But it was obvious that this gentleman was more resourceful and scheming than Canary. Even his newly refreshed personality was incomparably dangerous.
Still unaware of Martini's wild imagination, Furuya Rei warned him coldly, "There won't be a next time."
"Yes." Martini said submissively, "I won't offend you. Please rest assured."
"What else?"
Martini said respectfully, "Lord Vermouth has asked me to remind you that the deadline for your mission to the United States is approaching."
Furuya Rei's eyes were calm, and he responded with a forced smile, "Thank her for me, Martini. I'm already taking action."
He decisively hung up the phone and returned it to Smith.
"You're very interesting." He praised, "I look forward to our next meeting."
He nodded politely and turned to leave.
Smith looked at his thin figure and unremarkable temperament, his eyes shining slightly: "Amazing."
I wonder if I can learn Master Ivan’s skills by switching from Master Martini to Master Ivan.
he mused.
The next afternoon, when Furuya Rei was watching TV with Xila, Vermouth called.
"Good afternoon, Bourbon." Vermouth's voice was soft, with an indescribable meaning.
Fūya Rei stood up and walked to the French window, feeling the sunlight outside, squinting his eyes in enjoyment, and said lazily in a tone: "Afternoon~Vermouth."
There was a solemn look in his eyes; it seemed that Vermouth was also watching him.
Even before I saw him in person, I knew he had changed his personality. It's really amazing.
His eyes were calm and he asked with a smile, "Isn't the set busy today?"
"not too busy."
Vermouth didn't beat around the bush with him. Her tone became slightly more serious and she asked directly, "Congressman Jones is dead. How did you do it?"
"I didn't do anything," he said briskly.
Vermouth didn't believe it: "Congressman Jones died in Schindler's company this morning. I don't believe you were not involved in this."
"I really didn't do anything." Furuya Rei picked up the kettle and poured a cup of hot water. He took a sip and said, half provocatively and half teasingly, "I believe you and Gin have already investigated."
Vermouth's face darkened, and after hanging up the phone, she called Gin again.
"Gin, he said nothing."
She lifted her hair and rolled it around her index finger, twirling it playfully around and around, then asked in a leisurely tone, "What did you find out?"