【428 The enigmatic man (1)】

"Supplement nutrition?" Miss Tang raised her eyebrows and said domineeringly, "Just right, I will take you to eat hot pot now."

The young master had black lines, and even Uncle Nangong, who was lying in a coma, coughed weakly, as if he was worried about his fragile life.

And, in the end, after the hot pot dinner that night, it really proved.

Miss Tang, her surname is no longer Tang.

From now on, her surname will be Ye.

Everyone likes to call her ------

Yeshi.

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Xiao Yu can really sing the Great Compassion Mantra. In the years since he was adopted in the village, his grandfather Yan Huaxin also believed in Buddhism outside the Party. He said that even in the past, even if he joined the army, the people he shot were still living people. There was a lot of blood on his hands and he needed to atone for his sins.

, also needs to purify the soul, so Buddhist niches are often placed on the desks in the village. During the Qingming Festival, the family will use old-fashioned tapes to play scriptures and mantras. She can hum a few words while listening to them.

So she started humming to Brando, from beginning to end.

If Nangong Tou asked her to do such a thing, she would definitely understand that he was teasing her or teasing her, but when it comes to Brando, it's completely different.

Because Brando listened very carefully, not carelessly, every word, every word, every note was carefully received into his ears.

I don't know if it's because his face is so clean and his temperament is so flawless, but the person who sings it seems to... feel a sense of piety.

It was difficult for people to hate such a man, but within the time of one song, the disgust and resistance she had just felt towards him gradually disappeared.

"Do you know why I want to hear this song?" Brando asked after the song was finished.

Xiaoyu shook his head.

Brando pointed to her chest, his eyebrows still arched, "Clear your heart."

Xiaoyu looked up and suddenly understood that he had felt his rejection early on, and also noticed his reluctance to come here to deliver cakes and blessings...

What a man of great insight.

No wonder Ru Jian was willing to stay in Heijing for him and cherished his life.

She thought that in addition to Brando's outstanding temperament and being naturally smarter than Jane, he also had a temperament that was naturally insightful and comforting.

Because Xiaoyu finally realized at this moment------

Ever since she entered this desert, this research place of black terror, her heart has always been filled with fear. However, during these three meetings with Brando, her inner fluctuations have obviously decreased. At this moment, she is actually neither impetuous nor impetuous.

Pursing her lips, she saw that Brando was blowing out the candles.

He didn't make a wish, she thought, maybe because he didn't have any special wants or needs.

Then, I took out the candles and started eating the cake.

The cake was badly made and had no aesthetic value. Brando ate it slowly and elegantly, but he finished it all.

Even the little fish has to applaud his endurance.

"I'm sorry, my baking skills...are really not very good..." Xiaoyu apologized, "If Jane does it, it will definitely be better than mine."

"She will indeed do better than you," Brando answered calmly, "but no one will like the taste."

Xiaoyu was slightly startled, not understanding what he meant.

"Okay." Standing up, Brando walked forward and ordered, "Come with me and show you what you want to see."

Xiaoyu heard this and hurriedly followed him, and went with him to the small door at the back of the conference hall. After passing the long winding corridor, they walked towards a secret door.

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"What kind of research is going on in Black Terror?"

On the way, Xiaoyu couldn't help but ask, "When I first came back, I dealt with a few monsters. What on earth were those?"

"To put it simply, this is a research study on drugs that can not only control the human mind but also improve various body functions." Brando answered simply, as if he had no intention of hiding anything. "Black Fear has been conducting this research for nearly five years.

, there are countless victims of various alien bodies and monsters. The three you saw are still in a controllable stage, so they are nothing."

"Control people's hearts?" Xiaoyu wondered, "You mean, a combination of three drugs, similar to stimulants, hypnotics, and drugs?"

"It can also be said that" Brando looked back at her with admiration in his eyes, "to sum up briefly, its efficacy can indeed be divided into these three categories, but the effect is higher than the combination of them."

Greater than their sum?

Not only can this kind of medicine be called a banned drug, it can also be said that it is a medicine that should not appear in this world at all.

"Okay! Due to the nature of a black terrorist organization, I can understand that in order to enhance the strength of the organization and the potential of its subordinates, it is necessary to study these things. However, I don't understand, since it has failed many times in the past five years, as for the purpose of destroying these things, then

If you have so many lives, even building such a building, do you have to spend so much money and manpower to continue research?"

"Black Terror does not have a headquarters, and is composed of several branches. The leader of each branch is in charge of a certain regional strength and manpower. He holds regular meetings of leaders within the organization to discuss internal affairs of the organization and make voting decisions. This was, five years ago,

"Organizational regulations of black terrorism", Brando paused slightly, "Now, the meeting of branch leaders has become the rule of some people."

As soon as the words were spoken, Xiaoyu understood them----

No wonder so many people, using so much effort and manpower, cannot find the headquarters of the black terrorist organization. It turns out that it does not exist at all.

And these regulations five years ago have actually become the premise and symptom of the chaos of their black terrorist organization. If there are desires, there must be interests, and if there are interests, there must be disputes. I believe that in the past five years, every leader has been trying their best to expand themselves.

Master the regional scope and organizational capabilities to gain the power to now control the entire organization.

Naturally, after hearing this, you will understand that Brando is not the one who controls the power.

"Manpower, hell, arms, these ordinary organizations can have power expansion, they are not suitable for black terror, because everyone here, even every maid who joins the organization, will fight for their own advantages and rights, and they will do anything.

How can he, let alone the leader of a branch organization who is above thousands of people?"

Brando whispered, turning to look at her, "Do you know your previous maid?"

Xiaoyu nodded, "The food she cooked is not to my liking. When you find out, transfer her away."

"Guess where I transferred her?"

Brando asked.

Xiaoyu suddenly felt a chill running down his spine------

"In fact, I did notice the water bottle on your table, but before I got off the plane and entered your room, someone reported that the lady had a poor appetite and could not eat with peace of mind." Brando

He whispered calmly, "I entered the room and saw that the report was true. Then, for reward, I handed her over to the reporter, and then."

"That reporter has become my maid." Xiaoyu answered and bit his lip.

"She did a good job, didn't she?" Brando smiled, "When we selected the maids, there were extra places. To prevent the leakage of the research information and location, we have left them all for the time being. The original intention was to execute one. This way, we can save money."

It’s easy to worry about.”

The little fish suddenly felt very cold, and there was a chill on his fingertips.

"So..." Xiaoyu pointed to the surroundings, "Are this place and these studies initiated by you on your own to expand your own power?"

"No, this is the method provided to me by my co-leader partner five years ago. We studied together for three years. When various failures and shortcomings were gradually exposed, he left forcefully and focused on strengthening arms and

Research on new virus weapons." As he elaborated, Brando still smiled, "Now, he is above everyone in the Black Terror and has once again taken control of the execution power here."

"So, this person not only used and betrayed you and Jane, but in the end, he stepped on you and let you continue to stay in this mess. If you fail, it belongs to you. If you succeed, he can sit back and enjoy the results."

"It seems that it has become easier to understand other people's words." Looking at her eyes, he felt a little more relieved. Brando always had an affectionate and unguarded expression when he spoke to her, "In fact, that is exactly the case. Although, my current

The situation is not where I am, but I am still happy where I am most of the time."

Thinking of his clean attitude, flawless temperament, and his expression of listening to music carefully and humming to himself just now, Xiaoyu seemed to be able to understand the meaning of his words and the situation.

"so."

When talking about this, Xiaoyu and Brando had already reached the end of the corridor and in front of a black door. She asked, "So, as for the treatment of the maid and the inhumane and cruel system, what do you think?"

, do you all agree?"

"Do you think?" Holding the doorknob with his right hand, Brando looked back and asked her, smiling slowly, "should I agree or deny in your heart?"

While talking, the door was creaking open...

Xiaoyu listened to his question and without thinking, raised his head and answered, "Of course I disagree. Jane is my sister. Neither you nor Jane are malicious people. How could you be afraid of black people..."

Xiaoyu suddenly stopped talking, opened his eyes wide, and looked forward in disbelief.

The door is all open.

It was a small room, but it had several doors. It could be seen that there were various darkrooms inside.

And the black wall opposite the door of the room was covered with a series of photos.

Each photo has a different appearance and a different bloodline.

But the signatures and last names are all the same.

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