I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

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Just like before, Vermouth took the suit off the hanger and handed it to the beautiful woman from Osaka who had stood there without moving from beginning to end.

“…I don’t need that kind of thing.”

Hattori Shizuka opened her thin lips slightly, and her voice had a distinct Kyoto accent.

She raised her hand to adjust the wide kimono on her body, and put the hair that had fallen accidentally on her forehead behind her ear. Then she continued to stretch her hand to the back of her neck, and only stopped and fastened her collar until her five fingers were completely immersed in it, as if she had grabbed something.

Then, in full view of everyone, he slowly pulled out a samurai sword with ornate patterns from the collar at his back.

She held the hilt of the knife with one hand and pulled out the scabbard with the other.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, a cold silver light flashed in the combat conference room, and even the dust in the air shook slightly, and everyone felt a slight pain in the center of their eyebrows.

“This is……”

Ooka Hongye was shocked.

Although she didn’t know anything about firearms, she had been exposed to Japan’s classical culture since she was a child, so even if she wasn’t interested in it, she had some understanding of kendo.

Knife lights and marks of this level of clarity must have been made by a master knife maker, and would be the kind that would be displayed in a museum.

On the other side, Suzuki Tomoko, who also saw the knife, also showed a somewhat helpless expression.

“Ms. Hattori, if you really want to use a samurai sword, the Suzuki Group can also provide it. Our Suzuki Group also has a very mature and complete team in the manufacturing industry. There is no need to use such a precious ancient sword…”

“It doesn’t matter.”

After picking up the sword, Hattori Shizuka seemed to have changed even the way she spoke, becoming a little more literary, or should we say, retro.

She raised the katana and pointed the blade toward herself, then admired its cool sheen in the overhead light.

“Only the sword that kills is a truly living sword. Those in the museum are just the corpses of swords. And since you are fighting for the one you love, what does it matter if you destroy a good sword?”

After saying that, she sheathed her sword, took out a hair rope from the sleeve of her kimono, raised her hands behind her head, took out the hairpin, and tied her long hair into a ponytail.

Just like the kendo girl in the photo thirty years ago, smiling with tears in her eyes while holding the second prize medal.

Chapter 863 Beheading operation!

It is better to do it now than to wait for a day. Since the windbreaker is already full of razor blades and the chamber is loaded with bullets, there is no reason to delay any longer.

From Tokyo to Gunma, from the city to the mountains, far away from all the urban bustle, when all the conveniences of modern society are eliminated, only the most primitive natural scenery remains between heaven and earth.

They set out from Tokyo at seven in the evening and arrived in Gunma at nine after two and a half hours.

And now it is already ten o’clock in the evening.

“Is there really anyone living in a place like this…”

A beam of flashlight swept across the woods, breaking through the darkness, followed by Curacao’s slightly confused voice.

As described above, they were now walking in the deep mountains of Gunma, and it was almost an hour.

Although Gunma is not far from Tokyo, it is only a surrounding city and not the capital itself, so its infrastructure cannot be compared with Tokyo at all. In addition, it is located in such deep mountains and forests, so even with headlights, everyone is walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Fortunately, all the people who made up their action team were physically fit, otherwise just walking this distance would be enough to make people exhausted.

Wow——!

A night breeze blew through the woods. Looking up, the hazy moonlight gently sprinkled through the gaps in the leaves opened by the wind. There were no stars, and the night sky seemed to be covered with a thin layer of gray fog.

It’s a dark and windy night, a good night for killing.

“Well, don’t worry, I’m watching you.”

As soon as the wind died down, Miyano Elena’s voice came through the headset.

At the same time, in the basement combat conference room of the Suzuki Museum of Art in Tokyo, a blonde female scientist in a white coat was standing in front of the large screen with her hands in her pockets and her head held high, watching the light spots on the right half of the map representing several members of the Serabel team flashing and slowly approaching the target location.

“At least from the satellite map here, it seems that you are still heading towards the target location accurately. There is no problem with the general direction, but the route you chose is a little bit… “

“There’s nothing we can do about it.”

Vermouth, who was walking at the front of the team and leading the way, shook her head helplessly.

“Although there are other official routes to our destination, as I said before, even I, his daughter, haven’t seen him for a long time. Now even I need to make an appointment many days in advance to meet him. If so many of us take the official route and are discovered, he will most likely choose to escape at all costs.”

After she finished speaking, she turned around and glanced at Serabelle who was following closely behind her.

“You know what I mean?”

Of course, these words were not spoken to Serabelle, but to Elena Miyano who was on the other side of the camera on her chest.

At almost the same time, the camera image on the left half of the large screen in the operations conference room located in the basement of the art museum showed a scene of Vermouth turning back, and the words “You know what I mean?” were also transmitted to the ears of everyone present through the audio system in the conference room.

Miyano Elena raised one eyebrow: “Ah, Sharon, how did you know that I was watching Bell’s perspective?”

“Hum~”

Hearing this, Vermouth in the picture simply shrugged and turned her head away. There was no follow-up explanation, only two meaningful nasal sounds.

The translation roughly means – I don’t know you yet?

Looking at the perspectives one to five at the left edge of the screen, Elena Miyano just cut the camera to the second perspective, which is the camera image carried by Serabelle.

Oh, I’ve been seen through…

The blonde female scientist was not embarrassed. She just scratched her forehead lightly, then glanced at the map on the right and spoke again.

“Alright, pay attention. You are about to reach the target location. To be more precise, you are about to arrive directly above the target location.”

Directly above?

Curacao followed at the back of the team all the way. Since she only had to follow the people in front of her, she couldn’t see the situation in the front clearly. In addition, the distance between the people was not far, so she subconsciously thought it was a bunker in the mountains or something like that, so she lowered her head and began to look for the entrance.

However, Vermouth’s voice was heard coming from the front.

“Here we are, turn off all the lights.”

Before he could ask why, the lights of the five flashlights quickly went out, and the surroundings suddenly fell into pitch darkness.

At this moment, another strong wind blew past and pushed away the trees overhead. The thin clouds in the night sky dissipated, and the bright moonlight shone down, clearly outlining the shape of the building below.

“This is……”

Mary Akai’s expression remained unchanged, but a hint of surprise inevitably revealed in her voice.

They had been going uphill all the way, and she, like Curacao, thought that Karasuma Renye’s hiding place would be a bunker or something like that hidden in the mountain below their feet.

But it is not the case.

The place where they were at the moment was actually an extended cliff, and below the cliff was a huge European-style mansion that was no less in scale and architectural style than the original Dusk Villa.

It is built on the mountainside and faces south. It is surrounded by forests all over the mountain and hidden in the wild mountains and forests.

Indeed, no one could imagine that there would be such a magnificent house in such a place.

“Don’t make any noise, we’ll go down from here.”

Vermouth took out the climbing rope from her waist, skillfully tied it to a nearby tree trunk that was thick enough, and tied a simple rappelling knot.

Then she slid down first.

Next came Serabelle, Curacao, Hattori Shizuka, and finally Akai Mary.

Except for Shizuka Hattori, all the others have received good agent training, so it is basically easy for them to perform this operation.

Although Hattori Shizuka had probably never tried this before, she didn’t make any mistakes due to her strong physical fitness.

So the five of them quickly descended from the cliff with the help of climbing ropes and landed silently on the roof.

The first person to land, Vermouth, was standing not far from the landing point. She turned on her flashlight again and made a “follow me” gesture.

Because it is a classical European villa, it has a pointed roof, and a pointed roof means there is a attic.

Two minutes later, Serabelle and her group entered the attic through the dormer window, and then took the wooden stairs leading to the attic from the lower floor to the corridor on the third floor of the villa. After a short walk, they finally arrived at the door of a bedroom.

“This is it.”

Without any hesitation, Vermouth walked straight forward and pushed the door open.

squeak–

The door of the room was wide open, and a candle was flickering inside.

In the dim light, a figure sat quietly on the bed.

Chapter 864 Goodbye, Karasuma Renya

There are no strict security agencies and no heavy guards.

It was as if she was just a rich girl going home on the weekend, and she also brought her boyfriend and a few other good sisters along.

In the bedroom, the flickering candlelight caused by the airflow generated by the open door illuminates a corner at the end of the bed.

A normal and healthy-looking figure sat quietly on the bed, a shadow covering his upper body, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

“It’s been a while since we last met, father. You seem to be in good condition.”

Vermouth smiled faintly and greeted in a relaxed tone.

“…Sharon?”

The figure on the bed was silent for a moment and then spoke. His voice sounded like a middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties.

“I would be in better shape if you had come a little earlier.”

“I know.”

Vermouth seemed to really want to chat, so she folded her arms across her chest and spoke calmly.

“But this seems to be the first time we meet like this. Are you surprised, father?”

“Of course, I will.”

There was still no trace of sadness or joy in the middle-aged man’s voice, and there was no emotion mixed in at all.

“That is if you didn’t bring these people with you. In that case, I would welcome you home, Sharon.”

“Yeah, that’s really a pity.”

Vermouth shrugged.

It was hard to imagine that these conversations would take place in the current situation. What should have been a tense final battle with swords drawn and blood flowing, turned out to be like a heart-to-heart talk at home.

Serabel didn’t have such good patience, he had not forgotten the purpose of his trip.

So Serabelle simply turned on the flashlight, raised her hand and shone the light towards the figure on the bed, and spoke straight to the point.

“So, you are Karasuma Renya…”

The strong light of the jungle flashlight at night instantly dispelled the darkness in the room, illuminating the figure on the bed like the light of a helicopter capturing a major fugitive, and also illuminating the iconic hooked nose.

Well, it seems there is no need to confirm this now.

Serabelle thought.

He had searched for content related to Karasuma Renya on the Internet and had seen the latter’s appearance when she was still in the public eye.

However, compared to those photos of bald, hooked-nosed crows circulating on the Internet, the Karasuma Renya in front of him seemed to have become younger, with thicker hair on his head and a less old and gloomy face.

But if it looks like this…it means the experiment was successful, right?

Serabel couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

In fact, the fact that Karasuma Renya is still alive alone proves that the experiment was successful, and it seems that he is doing quite well, having almost rejuvenated to the age of 50 or 60.

Although this degree of reverse aging may be difficult to accept for young people in their twenties or thirties, for an old man who was already a hundred years old at the time, being able to return to this period should be very satisfying, right?

“Well~ If you must say, this image is only temporary. I guess it won’t be like this in about two hours.”

As if she could see the boy’s confusion, Vermouth spread her hands and explained with a smile.

“Have you heard that one year of a dog’s lifespan is roughly equivalent to seven human years? According to this ratio, one hour of my father’s lifespan is roughly equivalent to seven human years.”

“In other words, within three hours he would transform from a baby into a young man full of vigor and vitality, then in another three hours he would become a mature and stable adult, and in another three hours he would become a middle-aged man like he is now, with a healthy appearance, and finally in another three hours he would become an old man.”

Four three-hour periods add up to a total of twelve hours, and in these twelve hours we will go through the four stages of life, from birth to youth to middle age and then to old age.

But at this rate he shouldn’t even survive a day, because there are twenty-four hours in a day, which is enough for him to survive two rounds.

But the fact is that this former head of Japan’s largest financial group has lived from the age of 100 fifty years ago to the present, and he seems to be in quite good condition.

If I really age at this rate, how can I survive the next fifty years?