Past Life Extra 14: CCG's Secret

The voice of intelligence support came through the earpiece, Shisui instantly understood the location of the target by relying on the map of the Prime Minister's Official Residence in his memory.

In the guest room where he was hiding, moonlight filtered through the blinds, cutting fine silver patterns on his black combat uniform.

Shisui his knees, tiptoed, and slipped out the door like a feather.

His figure moved along the shadows of the corridor, like an owl flying low overhead.

Walking inside this mansion, you'll find it's far more extravagant than it appears from the outside.

A crystal chandelier is placed every ten steps.

The light shone through the prism onto the wallpaper, making the gold threads in the subtle patterns shimmer and sparkle.

The handmade carpet underfoot was so thick that half a foot could sink in, completely swallowing the sound of each step.

Taking advantage of this excellent cover, Shisui breathed very lightly, completely transforming into a silent ghost unnoticed by anyone in the mansion, and quickly approached the banquet hall.

Upon arriving at the banquet hall, he spread his Radiant Feathers, taking advantage of the height of the duplex hall's corridor.

If a round of gunfire were to follow, tomorrow's headlines would be about half of Japan's top officials being bloodied and killed.

Shisui's eyes swirled with pure malice, and the familiar smell of blood seemed to linger in his nostrils.

Then, he suddenly stopped outside the door of a guest room.

No, the smell of blood wasn't something I imagined.

Shisui's sense of smell was honed through countless foraging trips since childhood.

His deliberate training later in life made him far more sensitive to blood than ordinary people.

The smell of blood was very faint, as if it had been repeatedly washed away.

However, perhaps because it has been tainted with enough death, no matter how much it is cleaned, a stubborn trace of death still remains.

At that moment, the stench of blood seeped out from under the door.

Tsukimi Shisui stared at the dark brown wooden door, then raised her hand and gently tapped her earphones with her knuckles in a special rhythm.

This is a coded message requesting signal support.

A moment later, a slight buzzing sound came from the headset.

Shisui knew that Knox's communications officer was trying to break through the mansion's signal blockade.

This area is too close to the Prime Minister's core location; the firewall here is several times more secure than the area where we were hiding.

Therefore, cracking it is much more complicated.

About three seconds later, a muffled male voice came through the headphones, accompanied by a noticeable static noise.

"You... only have half a minute... to explain... the reason."

"A lingering smell of blood has been detected in a guest room. Request an investigation. The investigation must be completed within three minutes and will not affect the main quest."

Shisui's voice was extremely low, and he spoke very quickly.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a decisive response.

"Yes... but... remember... the mission comes first."

"Clear."

The moment the call ended, Shisui turned and walked towards the guest room on the same side, which was two rooms away.

He took out a lock-picking tool as thin as a hair from the inside pocket of his clothes, inserted it into the keyhole, and gently turned it.

A soft "click" sounded.

Then he opened the door, went inside, and closed the door in one fluid motion.

Then he traversed the entire room, climbed onto the windowsill, and leaped out of the window with a powerful kick.

Like a bat Shisui through the night, the hem of her combat uniform billowed out in the darkness.

Dark Radiant Feathers appeared, Shisui hovered steadily in the air outside the target room window.

All the windows in the mansion are bulletproof, and the heavy material reduces noise inside.

Shisui concentrated his energy and pressed his ear against the glass, barely managing to catch the conversation inside.

"Mr. Washuu, the Prime Minister is unavailable to see you at the moment."

The first voice that rang out, with its formulaic tone, seemed to belong to a public official.

"Is it because of the Washuu Family's ancestral Middle East immigrant status?"

Another male voice rang out, its tone filled with suppressed anger and obvious coldness.

"If that's all there is to it, Mr. Secretary, you can simply tell the Prime Minister that we have long been fully integrated into the local community and there are no issues regarding our stance."

"Of course not."

The secretary paused, as if considering his words.

"The Prime Minister fully trusts the Washuu Family, but the banquet hall is currently filled with political enemies. Your sudden appearance may inevitably attract the attention of those with ulterior motives."

"You're joking, Mr. Secretary."

He was referred to as Mr. Mr. Washuu, and his voice was tinged with sarcasm.

"I think the Prime Minister is worried about us contacting our political enemies."

Upon hearing this, an eerie silence fell over the room, as if the air itself had frozen.

After a long while, the secretary spoke again, her tone now carrying a hidden, cold edge.

"Mr. Washuu, please understand that our cooperation with the CCG is based on trust."

"Otherwise, how could you have kept your experiments completely hidden?"

"Moreover, Japan still maintains a policy of 'not using weapons of mass destruction to cleanse Ghouls.' Isn't that concession enough?"

These words seemed to have struck a nerve, Mr. Washuu's tone immediately softened.

"I'm sorry, I was just too hasty."

"The Washuu Family naturally understands the authorities' good intentions and is grateful for the Prime Minister's care."

"It's just that today's sudden terrorist attack affected a shipment of our goods at the port, which is why we've lost our composure like this..."

"Those goods have been properly disposed of."

The secretary interrupted him, her tone softening.

"But the Prime Minister hopes you will behave yourselves from now on."

"Terrorist attacks will temporarily focus international attention on Japan, so it's best to avoid any mishaps during this period."

"Especially live experimental subjects, they absolutely cannot be transported recently."

"We're all in the same boat now. If anything goes wrong, the wrath of those major powers is something neither the CCP nor Japan can withstand."

The ensuing conversation turned into meaningless small talk, Shisui quietly slipped away, tapping a series of coded messages on his earphones.

The key information was disseminated in a generalized manner, including "CCG's cooperation with the government," "Japan's Ghoul policy is related to the CCG," "live experimentation," and "fear of being held accountable by major powers."

A smile crept into Shisui's heart.

If used properly, this intelligence could potentially plunge the CCG into an abyss of no return.

Returning to the guest room, Shisui straightened his combat uniform.

The smile faded from his eyes, leaving only a chilling killing intent.

Next, it's time to hunt down the real target of this mission.