PNB Chapter 264 BOSS: Then deprive him of his freedom
Chapter 264 BOSS: Then deprive him of his freedom
Gin leaned against the door of the confinement room, comparing Mojito and Tennessee with great interest. He commented disdainfully that Mojito's speech was too immature. The only redeeming feature was that his tone was too sincere and real, as if he was a natural orator who could easily liven up the atmosphere and his ability to incite was second to none.
"Is this how you started the independence of Freedom Island?" Gin asked with a calm tone, his stern brows restrained.
Seeing that he was not affected, Mojito restrained his outward emotions, stared at him with his purple-gray eyes, and said quietly: "Liberty Island is a stage for clowns, what does it have to do with me, Mojito?"
"Mojito..." Gin chewed the name between his teeth, sneered, and turned away.
The basement door automatically closed, and at the same time, the lights in the room went out. The special material of the walls blocked out all sound. The only sounds left in the silence were the sound of Rei Furuya's own breathing and heartbeat.
There was darkness before my eyes, without a trace of light.
Fūya Ling frowned, quietly took off a bead from the corner of his clothes, broke it open and took out a small bomb from it.
He carefully placed the bomb in his pocket, fumbled and knelt in the corner, closing his eyes lazily, as if he had fallen asleep.
The system space flashed, and the Conan comics began to play.
Hmm, I think I've seen these comics.
Mojito pondered, this fancy killing method and outrageous reason for killing are very familiar.
He looked at the young detective hiding under everyone's noses, and the anesthetized Maori detective, while the others were completely unaware.
The child is right there, you can see him just by looking up.
Is everyone blind?
He thought in a trance, this world is indeed an absurd drama stage.
Everyone's joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness, as well as their destiny and future, are predetermined, like a series of lifeless programs.
It doesn't matter what their wishes are or what their thoughts are.
They can no longer be called human beings.
The magician just felt extremely sad.
He really wanted to end everyone's life, destroy the world, free them from their imprisoned fate, and gain eternal freedom.
Why can't we live more freely!
Why don’t we have a choice!
It's really, really annoying that such a world exists.
The magician lowered his eyes and decided to destroy it!
The moment this thought came to mind, a familiar voice rang in my mind.
——No! Magician, you can't do that.
I can, I just killed a group of species without thinking and wisdom. I don't feel any pain for killing them, I just liberated them.
——You can't do it! They don't need you to liberate them. Immersing yourself in pain will not solve anything. Please calm down!
Magician: ...The way you said it was really annoying. It instantly aroused his rebellious emotions and anger.
Something that was dispensable became something that had to be done. He was very happy to do it, as it could make this guy uncomfortable.
Wait, the magician reacted.
It is his subconscious that speaks, that is, another him.
To annoy the other person is to annoy himself.
Suddenly, his expression became as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.
[Ding--]
[System friendly reminder: You have the following message, please accept it.]
[A message from a close friend: Sin is thinking, sin is breathing. Let's create a world without gods, Etienne. Remember, we are not looking for good and evil, but for God.]
[Detective's message: If it suits my taste, all is well. Please remain silent, Etienne.]
[Command message: Let's go into the water tomorrow. Please remain silent, Etienne.]
[Bourbon's message: Calm down, be restrained. Please remain silent, Etienne.]
The sudden reminder made the magician's troubled thoughts freeze for a moment. He looked at the messages one by one, his expression becoming subtle.
Agent, why are you different?
You are worthy of being my best friend, always standing by my side and supporting my every decision.
In return, I must kill you and set you free.
He sighed, his eyes falling on the thick comic book.
Freedom.
No one is free in this world.
They are just tools in the hands of cartoonists.
His consciousness was immersed in the system space, staring at the comics with a gloomy expression.
In the monitoring room, Gin's eyes fell on the person in the surveillance and his brows furrowed.
Mojito's brow was relaxed and his expression was calm, obviously not as painful as he was in previous PTSD attacks.
It seems that it is indeed different from other personalities.
"Sir, it seems Mojito is an exception. The triggers for personality transformation we know of don't work on him."
The boss's mechanical voice came from the computer, dull and cold: "There's always a way. The laboratory wanted the agent to become a wolfhound loyal to the organization, but unexpectedly, a series of mistakes led to the other extreme."
"Freedom?" The head of the multinational corporation laughed amiably and said shrewdly, "Since he values freedom so much, then deprive him of it."
Gin's eyes flashed, he nodded slightly, and raised a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth: "Yes, sir, I know what to do."
That day, in the evening.
A wisp of white mist suddenly emerged from the wall of the basement. Jōgō Rei opened his eyes alertly, then quickly took a few steps back and covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves.
"Hey, hey, hey, come on, Gin, just because you can't do anything to me, don't try to use despicable means—"
'boom--'
The subtle sound was particularly noticeable in the quiet room.
Furiya Rei felt a pain in his neck and his eyes widened: "Gin, you're doing this again!"
He fell to the ground, scraping against the wall.
The basement door opened, and light rushed in impatiently. The light above also tactfully illuminated the way for the wolfhound walking gracefully.
Gin held the gun, ignoring Furuya Rei's anger, and ordered the researcher behind him: "Put it on him."
The researcher lowered his brows and said, "Yes, sir."
He took out a pair of shackles and with two "clicks", put them on Jōgō Rei's ankles.
In the gloomy basement, black shackles bound his dark-skinned ankles tightly, and he lay on the ground with his smooth blond hair, feeling an inexplicable bitterness that made his cheeks hot.
The researcher turned away, his breathing becoming more rapid.
Fūya Rei's eyes suddenly widened, and his angry voice was like a storm: "Gin!"
His voice seemed to be forced out from his throat, and the murderous aura in it was overwhelming and so strong that it made the researchers tremble.
Gin stared down at him condescendingly, his cold aura competing with his.
His face was expressionless, his tone revealing his undisguised anticipation. "The shackles are equipped with a positioning system and a miniature bomb. They're the latest fingerprint locks from the research institute. Don't even think about picking them. I'm the only one authorized to open them for you."
Fūya Ling's face darkened, and his purple-gray eyes seemed to hold a knife, gloomily and violently saying, "Just wait!"