Well Fed and Planning the Year-End Bonus!

"The Meimiya Akihiro..."

Saeko Busujima kept her head down, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, looking somewhat guilty.

"He woke up earlier than anyone else, and then... he slipped away on his own. I couldn't stop him."

Sing Sing's vision went black.

Are you kidding me?!

How much trouble did it take to find this kid?

He searched through trash cans and rummaged through mineral water bottles, leading Liu Jianyi to chase him all over the streets. He even almost lost his life trying to conduct a trauma stress test.

After much effort, I finally collected all the necessary documents, including the bloodline verification and the bone spur anti-counterfeiting mark, with even my own father present.

As it turned out, the person in question ran away faster than he did when he went to the finance department to submit his expense report at the end of the month!

"Mori, don't worry!" Saeko Busujima quickly added, "I've already sent Mitsuhashi and his gang of delinquents to sweep the streets. With Akimiya's conspicuous personality, they won't get far."

Sing Sing felt a little more at ease, but only a little.

He had a general understanding of Meimiya Akihiro's personality.

They have strong boundaries, prefer to be alone, dislike owing favors, and even more dislike being told what to do.

If a little kid gets upset, you have to let him find a quiet corner to lick his fur.

If you try to woo him with concern and offer help, he'll definitely show you his claws.

Pushing too hard will only drive people away.

"Just find them and make sure they're safe." Sing Sing waved his hand weakly. "We'll talk about it again when I can move."

Just as they finished discussing business, Sing Sing's stomach rumbled loudly, loud enough to make Shi Xiaoyan next door turn over in her unconscious state.

Saeko Busujima couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing, her shoulders shaking. She quickly got up and ran to the outer room.

A short while later, a steaming mahogany tray was brought in.

White rice, miso soup, omelet, pickled radish, and a small dish of fried chicken nuggets.

"It was prepared a long time ago and has been kept warm."

She handed him the chopsticks naturally.

When Sing Sing took the chopsticks, he paused for a moment, then lowered his head to eat his rice, mumbling something indistinctly.

What did Sensai say?

Sing Sing Chow swallowed a large mouthful of rice with difficulty, then yelled at the top of his lungs, "I'm telling you! You didn't take me on as an apprentice for nothing!"

As he stuffed fried chicken nuggets into his mouth, he held up two oil-splattered fingers and said, "Here, lend me your phone."

Taking Saeko Busujima's phone, Sing Sing skillfully dialed a number.

"Hey, Lao Liu, it's me. Your dad's awake."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a sigh of relief from Liu Jianyi, who didn't even bother to curse, "You've finally come back to life. Okay, wait fifteen minutes."

Sing Sing casually tossed his phone aside, his eyes gleaming with greed, and continued to devour the food in front of him.

Thirteen minutes later, footsteps were heard at the door.

Saeko Busujima greeted the person at the entrance, and only stepped aside to let them pass after confirming who it was.

Liu Jianyi walked in, looking travel-worn, with dark circles under his eyes, probably having not slept all night.

Sing Sing put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth.

"Did you find it yet?"

Liu Jianyi sat down cross-legged and mysteriously pulled a brown paper document bag from the inside pocket of his trench coat and handed it over.

"Found it."

Lao Liu lowered his voice, and to prevent Saeko Busujima next to him from understanding, he even switched to Cantonese encrypted communication.

"Level B3 is not an experimental area."

Sing Sing took the document bag and unsealed it.

Inside were several photos taken with a mobile phone, the content of which was extremely clear.

"Level B3 was the archives for the secret post-war transfer of materials at the Third Transfer Station. The floor markings on the elevator panels were deliberately erased so that everyone would think that floor didn't exist."

Sing Sing flipped to the second photo, which showed a row of metal cabinets embedded in the wall.

The cabinet door was sealed with a yellowed seal, but the words "Top Secret" and "Object to be Burned" were still legible.

"There are over a hundred personnel files in the cabinet. I checked the names, and all sixty-three people are among them. The files include: file number, name, place of origin, age, description of abilities, experimental record number, and... final disposal result."

Sing Sing tightened his grip on the file folder.

There were over a hundred documents, including those of sixty-three people, as well as some that the bureau was unaware of.

Now, the name has been found.

What about floor B7?

Liu Jianyi's expression grew even more serious. "The remains are better preserved than expected; the sealed environment has prevented most of the degradation."

"However, things are in chaos outside now. Deadpool, that scoundrel, set off that firecracker in the God Toilet, but their cleanup department isn't going to be a pushover either; they quickly mobilized a new team to completely surround the school."

"These bastards are wearing white hazmat suits and dog tags saying they're cleaning up a toxic substance leak. The school is now completely shut down, and their official story to the media is that an aging underground gas pipe exploded, causing a chemical leak in the lab."

Sing Sing sneered and put the photo back into the leather bag, "The same old formula, the same old taste. To put it bluntly, it's just using the guise of cleaning up the mess to come in and do the work of murder, cover up the crime, and destroy the evidence, huh?"

Not entirely.

Liu Jianyi took out a pack of cigarettes from his trench coat pocket, glanced at Saeko Busujima next to him, and then silently put it back.

"There are two groups of people in the cleanup team. One group is actually dealing with the chemical residue; the concentration of those substances from the gas depot is too high, and if it's not cleaned up, the surrounding residential areas will also be affected. The other group..."

He held up two fingers, making a downward poking motion, "Cleaning up traces on the ground."

Sing Sing closed his eyes, which was expected.

If this messy situation were to be completely exposed, it wouldn't just involve those three old men Tennoji Hiroshi.

This is like tearing up the entire dark chain of interests that has existed since World War II. How could those thugs who sit in air-conditioned cabinet offices, take dirty money, and rise to power through the remnants of militarism's financial system tolerate these shady dealings being exposed again?

Having explained most of the matter, Liu Jianyi didn't linger.

He had to go back to his dilapidated safe house to translate, input, encrypt, and transmit all the captured files back to China word by word.

After patting Sing Sing on the shoulder to reassure him and help him recover, Liu Jianyi hurriedly left.

As Sing Sing lay back down, his eyes glazed over.

Once Lao Liu has organized the information, he'll catch Meimiya Akihiro, that runaway son, and send him to Old Goldhead. Then this business trip will be a perfect success, and he can finally go back home and have a taste of authentic braised pork knuckle rice.

Remembering something, Old Zhou asked Saeko Busujima about Ueda Kenji, and the feedback he received was that he had been taken away by Ichirai Hisako.

This is a good thing.

Ueda Kenji has been locked up underground by the Council for so long, and his abilities are insanely strong. If we can persuade... no, I mean sincerely invite him back to the 749 Bureau in China for re-employment, he will definitely be a formidable fighting force.

This guy needs a long period of rest and recovery, both mentally and physically, but isn't that exactly the forte of those research fanatics at the joint center?

As for Ichirai Hisako...

Hisako-chan has dealt with the X-Men before and knows information about herself, so she must have some understanding of Mutants in China.

In addition, she already harbored deep hatred for the Toyo High School Board of Trustees. If he were to offer her some sweet words like paid annual leave, the probability of him luring her back to China would be extremely high!

This buy-one-get-one-free deal is a steal!

Sing Sing became happier and happier as he thought about it.

Although this business trip to Japan was so dangerous that I almost lost my life, it was short and effective.

With both main quests perfectly resolved, I might even be able to bring back a couple of high-level Mutants to boost my sales performance.

My mind is already basking in the blissful image of getting my year-end bonus and then going to a bathhouse to have two masseuses (number 888) give me a foot massage.

Driven by the allure of money, Sing Sing felt a mysterious power surge within him once again.

He straightened his back and sat up directly from the tatami mat, looking intently at Saeko Busujima, who had a puzzled expression on her face.

Seeing his flushed face, Saeko Busujima assumed he was about to devise some earth-shattering next operational plan, and quickly sat up straight. "Mori, what are your orders?"

Sing Sing's eyes were incredibly sincere. "Saeko-chan, where's your bathroom? I really can't stand this stench on me anymore!"

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