Araki struggled to remain calm, but his hands would not stop shaking. It took several attempts before he finally opened the laptop.
"Hatoyama, Koiso Naoki did something unforgivable. He deserved to die. I'll put in a good word for you with the police..." Araki was sweating profusely.
"Pull up the clinical volunteers' death and illness data so I can see it!" Hatoyama Ryunosuke ordered loudly. "You should also have the detailed risk report for the Brain Cancer Drug, right? Pull it all up!"
"I don't have that data here." Araki trembled, forcing out a miserable smile.
Hatoyama Ryunosuke immediately fired at Shiratori Yosuke's head, but the gun jammed again.
The faint click of the trigger made Shiratori Yosuke's entire body convulse. The next second, he realized the gun had jammed and cried out in terror. He stood up and tried to escape, but he was a step too slow. Hatoyama drew a third handgun from his backpack and pulled the trigger!
With a deafening bang, half of Shiratori Yosuke's head vanished. His corpse slammed onto the desk, splattering Araki from head to toe. Wet blood streamed across the pristine conference table.
One colleague began to sob despairingly, then desperately tried to suppress the sound. Everyone trembled uncontrollably in terror. The faint stench of urine and feces drifted through the room, while several overweight colleagues desperately farted, the sounds accompanied by wet, splattering diarrhea.
The colleagues who usually wore suits and carried themselves with elegance in the conference room now resembled a group of animals struck by a sudden illness, trembling and howling without end.
"Chief Araki, do you have it?" Hatoyama Ryunosuke raised an eyebrow and aimed the gun at Araki.
Araki was so terrified that he could barely speak. He stammered repeated affirmations, his whole body shaking like he