Dragon Clan: I am Lu Mingfei, the Intelligence Strategist, the God of Concepts!

Chapter 188 Desperados, with nowhere to retreat!

Lu Mingfei arrived at the Genji Heavy Industries building as quickly as possible.

On a night filled with dark clouds, the landmark buildings in Shinjuku Ward were brightly lit.

This 66-story skyscraper looks like it has been through the baptism of gunfire in the Iraq War, or perhaps a burly man wearing a white turban shouted holy words and crashed into it.

From a distance, the iron-black glass curtain wall is riddled with holes and broken everywhere. People come and go in the drafty building, and broken glass can be seen everywhere on the ground of the surrounding block.

"Genjiro... that's ruthless. Has he turned evil? He's throwing high-explosive bombs with his arms outstretched in his own home?"

Lu Mingfei muttered to himself.

Good news keeps coming in one after another.

Although the Genji Heavy Industries building appears to be severely damaged, even if it remains closed for one or two months for renovations, it is estimated that the building's surface will not be able to be restored to its original state.

But that's a good thing.

Half an hour ago, this building turned into a closed killing field.

Senior executives from the Executive Bureau and the elite forces from the five external organizations broke into smaller teams, armed with various cutting-edge weapons, and carried out efficient and ruthless operations inside the building.

Herzog, taking advantage of his position, had planted many Oni gunmen within Genji Heavy Industries. This series of espionage activities was unknown even to Kazama Ruri. However, these elite hybrids did not have time to assemble or cooperate with the Deadpools who crawled out of the elevator shaft to destroy various confidential areas in the building before they were covered by a merciless hail of bullets.

"There must be a mole inside the Genji Heavy Industries building."

I had warned Genji about this before, and this man finally proved to be reliable this time.

Faced with the well-prepared Executive Bureau, these 'ghosts' are no different from Deadpool; they are nothing more than a group of desperate beasts. No matter how furious or struggling they are, even if they use a drug to forcibly purify their bloodline, as discarded pawns whose value has been completely extracted, their final fate is inevitably to have their hearts pierced by explosive bullets filled with mercury.

Despite his final desperate attempt—

Some of these were unstable incantations, while others were bombs, causing considerable trouble for the Snake Clan.

But this was, after all, a force that even the domineering European Secret Party had to humble itself and sign an alliance treaty a century ago.

Even after World War II, when Angers urged them to sign an education agreement on the basis of the alliance and they became nominally vassals of the Secret Party, they still remained wary of the Snake Clan's strength and allowed them to maintain a great deal of autonomy.

After more than half a century of recuperation, once this branch of dragon bloodline awakens, unless facing a true god, probably no force can inflict too much damage on them in a direct confrontation in their home base.

Any casualties or betrayals can only awaken a deeper level of anger and fighting spirit within them.

For a time,

The Genji Heavy Industries building was completely transformed into a battlefield.

Centered on the corridor leading to the Kaguya Princess server room on the 52nd floor, mercury-explosive bullets, copper-coated lead bullets with a diameter of two centimeters, and mercury-core blunt gold armor-piercing bullets riddled the clean and tidy corridor with holes. Everywhere was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and acidic blood. Genji personally led the team to guard this place, wielding two ancient alchemical swords tirelessly, cutting the endless stream of dead servants crawling out of the elevator shaft and various pipes into corpses.

This floor is of utmost importance.

The computer room is also staffed with a large number of elite hybrids who protect the maintenance work while keeping a close watch on each other and supervising one another.

Finally, after suppressing several unrests caused by the forced disclosure of information, the database was restored within the expected timeframe thanks to the all-out efforts of the Ganryu Research Institute team, personally led by Shio Miyamoto.

"I have fulfilled my mission, young master."

Shio Miyamoto walked out of the computer room.
His face was as pale as a corpse; the continuous labor over the past few days had long since taken its toll on him.

Although he didn't understand why the young master ordered a full-scale effort to repair the database, shouldn't the key at this stage be to quickly repair the server and at least restore some of Kaguya's computing power?
As one of the main designers of Princess Kaguya, this super artificial intelligence is not only like his daughter, but also like his wife. Not being able to hear Princess Kaguya's voice for a long time makes him feel extremely restless.

"Well, hard work."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded, but his gaze towards this meritorious research-oriented family head still held a hint of wariness.

To be honest, Genji now sees everyone as a mole.

If you can't distinguish between the loyal and the treacherous, then you can only prepare for the worst. Many victories have fallen before dawn. Things are not completely over yet, so you must not let your guard down.

Miyamoto Shio noticed the strange look in the young man's eyes, but instead of being annoyed, he became somewhat pleased.

The 52nd floor gradually quieted down, and the entire building gradually quieted down as well. The previous large-scale raids had been brutally suppressed. Yuan Zhisheng did not contact his subordinates in the Executive Bureau to inquire about the specific casualties.
They simply remained on guard while quietly waiting for Lu Mingfei and his group to arrive.

After an unknown amount of time, a noise came from the direction of the stairwell.

A gray head slowly peeked out from the direction of the stairwell, a fawning and obsequious smile on its face.

"Son! I've brought them here."

Yuan Zhisheng opened his eyes, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

A dozen minutes earlier, the crow had reported the situation to him through a dedicated communication channel.

This man, who was nominally his biological father, appeared downstairs at Genji Heavy Industries... Of course, Genji had seen the paternity test report.

However, Genji still found it difficult to trust this old fellow who seemed to have royal blood flowing through his veins.

In particular, the other party exuded an unreliable aura that was clearly visible to the naked eye, and tonight this unreliable aura was even more intense!

Fortunately, Uesugi Kotsugi had some idea of what was going on.

After arriving at Genji Heavy Industries, the old guy didn't go up to the 52nd floor to "help" in a grand manner, but instead cleaned up the Deadpools on the lower floors of the building.

Otherwise, the four machine guns spitting fire would most likely turn around and aim at him immediately.

"Tsk, not bad."

Lu Mingfei's voice rang out from behind, "You should look at someone with new eyes after three days of separation, Yuan-jun."

"I was fortunate enough to fulfill my mission."

Upon hearing his voice, Genji finally breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand, signaling the elite officers of the Execution Bureau who had been on guard to lower their weapons.

Perhaps now in Japan, the only person she can completely trust and rely on is this boy from China.

"Yeah, thank you for your hard work."

Lu Mingfei walked out of the stairwell, followed by the kidnapped Erii.

Yuan Zhisheng nodded slightly, his face showing a look of relief, and he had not yet revealed Nuonuo's true identity.

Uesugi Kotsugu's old face revealed a kind and wise smile.

I told you that besides my two sons, I also have two daughters.

Meanwhile, familiar faces continued to pour out of the stairwell.

There was Su Enxi carrying large and small bags, and Jiu De Mai, who was responsible for protecting her.

Kazama Ruri, Sakurai Kogure, Chu Zihang, and Lao Tang were originally watching a performance in Kabukicho when they noticed the sudden change outside and rushed to Genji Heavy Industries.

Although Zero and Erii did not appear in public, they were probably already nearby in secret.

At this moment, all the top hybrids currently in this country gathered in front of Princess Kaguya's server room.

"Alright, alright, let your people out now, I need to go inside and get to work."

Su Enxi looked utterly hopeless.

The suitcase that he never let go of was clearly not filled with clothes or cosmetics, but with a lot of completely incomprehensible technological products, such as an iron-black helmet with a crown-like edge full of data interfaces, and even various sizes of nutrient solutions, giving off a cyberpunk sci-fi vibe.

Of course, she didn't open it in front of everyone.

Miyamoto Shigeo, who was standing to the side, stopped resting against the corner of the wall. However, just as he was about to come forward, he was pushed away by 'Su Sang'.

"Get off!"

Then, in front of the middle-aged man, she deciphered the password to Kaguya's server room...

No, there was no password cracking process at all; the computer room door opened automatically.

A tranquil and gentle voice suddenly echoed from inside the quiet and spacious computer room, which resembled a large stadium.

"Are you back?"

Su Enxi nodded casually: "Mm..."

The door slammed shut.

"?"

Miyamoto Shio was locked outside, and he was completely dumbfounded.

……

Jiu De Mai is responsible for protecting Su Enxi's safety while she is acting as a wet agent.

The others exchanged messages at the entrance to the corridor.

At this moment, with so many elites gathered at the entrance of the server room, there was no need for the Enforcement Bureau to provide protection.

After the outsiders left, Zero finally appeared out of nowhere with Erii.

After listening to Lu Mingfei's detailed explanation,

Yuan Zhisheng had a complicated expression on his face.

It turns out that none of what happened tonight can be considered absolutely good or bad. Even if the flood submerged Tokyo, he could only accept it and say, "Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise."

And the trigger for all of this...

Master Uesugi Koshi could only chuckle awkwardly to himself.

His gaze kept sweeping over Nono and Erii, and he would occasionally grin foolishly.

Back at the Genji Heavy Industries building, Nono quieted down again and obediently disguised herself as Erii. However, relying on his innate bloodline intuition, Uesugi Kotsugu was still able to easily tell that the other one was definitely his daughter.

...Although his questionable actions have made his two daughters' attitudes toward him seem less than optimistic.

“By the way, Master Yue, I remember you said before that your mother is Chinese?” Lu Mingfei suddenly asked.

"Yes, yes."

When his mother was mentioned, Uesugi Kotsushi's expression changed slightly.

"May I ask her name?" Lu Mingfei asked.

After learning about the blood relationship between Uesugi Kotsu and the three young members of the Snake Clan who had imperial blood flowing through their veins.

Lu Mingfei naturally thought of the issue of how Nono and Erii looked, especially since Uesugi Yue had told him that China was his second home and that his mother had died there.

“Charlotte Chen, my mother is of mixed Chinese and French descent,” Uesugi Kotetsu said softly.

"Charlotte... Chen?"

Lu Mingfei repeated the surname with slight force, then turned to look at Nuonuo.

The other person's pupils visibly dilated as well.

"What's wrong? Have you heard of this name?"

Uesugi Kotsuki suddenly became agitated.

His mother was the source of his lifelong pain. She was a Catholic nun who, more than half a century ago, tried to help some innocent women escape Nanjing but failed. After witnessing the bloody and cruel scenes, she ultimately violated her faith and chose to shoot herself, cursing the sinners of that war before she died.

It wasn't until many years later, when Uesugi Kotsu learned of all this indirectly from Angers, that he learned of his mother's death and realized that the person his mother had cursed the gods to punish with lightning and fire was none other than the spiritual leader of that group of thugs, Uesugi Kotsu, who was the Shadow Emperor and was indulging in debauchery in the palace of the Snake Clan.

Having finally come to his senses, Uesugi Koshi chose to break with the Snake-Headed Eight Family, burned down the family shrine, and killed the breeding woman who might be carrying his child.
Years later, Uesugi Koshi believed in God. Now, besides selling ramen, he is also a part-time pastor at the community church. Sometimes he sits in the church all afternoon, watching the sun gradually set. It's as if he has returned to his childhood, to that small church on the outskirts of Lyon, France, hoping that someone will suddenly tell him about Mother Charlotte... This is the only peace and joy he has left in his life.

"Sorry, I haven't heard of that... Okay, but I can tell you, there's no problem with that paternity test report, Nuonuo is indeed not your daughter..."

Lu Mingfei sighed, not only for Hei Ri's sake, but also for the sake of that Catholic nun.

He still decided to reveal some information to that old bastard.

At least at this moment, Uesugi Kotsugu's repentance toward his mother was not feigned.

"It's the Chen family. You, Nono, and Erii all have the blood of the Chen family flowing in your veins. Charlotte Chen, pay tribute to your mother. She was most likely a member of the legitimate Chen family in the past."

"The legitimate Chen family?"

Uesugi Koshi paused for a moment, then murmured, "I have to go take a look."

"I apologize again..." Lu Mingfei sighed, "The Chen family was a despicable family, and they have already been wiped out."

He paused, then added, "But I'll look into this for you."

"Really? Thank you..." Uesugi Kotsuki's mood sombered.

Rumbling--

At that moment, Princess Kaguya's gate opened again.

Potato Chip Girl and Mai Shude have appeared.

"So fast?" Lu Mingfei was stunned. "It failed?"

"No, it worked."

The potato chip girl's expression was a mix of strangeness and relief: "No wonder Herzog values Princess Kaguya more than his own life. It's true that if you use your brain even a little bit, you'll know what's going on."

"Various bulk materials and resources are constantly circulating and converging. It looks like they are doing a great job, but in reality, it can't be hidden at all in front of discerning people."

Herzog himself has been hiding in Hokkaido.

……

Hokkaido, Deep Mountain Research Institute.

Dr. Herzog felt a growing unease.

He never denies that he is a person who enjoys life and is full of anxiety, whether he was young or now.

Therefore, he built his lair deep underground in the mountains, where it was closed off year-round. Apart from occasional replenishment of supplies, including alcohol, tobacco, and fresh 'ingredients', these were also provided by shadow warriors.

To be precise, his true self hasn't come into contact with a second 'living person' for several years.

"Damn it, what was I thinking the other day? Why did I stockpile so many Macallan?"

Herzog, grumbling, pulled a bottle of genuine Red Label vodka from the depths of the Macallan freezer, which was full of stuff.

The Macallan is a premium single malt whisky brand founded two centuries ago in the Speyside region of Scotland. It is renowned for its sherry cask aging process and small pot still distillation technology and is hailed as the 'Rolls-Royce of malt whiskies'. A bottle of rare vintage Macallan whisky can even fetch a price of one million pounds at auction.

He met the requirements in terms of identity, but his taste was definitely not to Herzog's liking. He had spent half a century in the Soviet permafrost and was more accustomed to the taste of vodka, rye, and minerals.

This serves as a constant reminder of his ideals and identity.

According to the theory of consciousness segmentation, vodka can be seen as an 'anchor point' that Herzog set for himself to avoid being confused by the endless stream of identities and losing sight of his original self.

"call--"

Herzog took a sip of vodka, enjoying the icy and burning sensation in his throat.

The alcohol brought him to his senses and made him realize that he was still alive.

"I have to go out and lay low for a while..."

Herzog made a difficult decision.

But before that, there is one more thing to do.

He strode over to the oddly shaped machine with his wine glass in hand and skillfully attached a bunch of electrode pads to his head.

They plan to hide some of the key clones.

After all, if he himself were to leave Japan too far away, the clones that he personally controlled using the consciousness splitting technique would experience a situation similar to 'going offline'.

At the heart of it all is this instrument, its surface covered in patterns, existing somewhere between science and alchemy, functioning as a 'signal transmitter'. These occult patterns are quite strange; even now, with Herzog's in-depth research into dragon civilization, it remains difficult to determine whether these patterns belong to the category of 'dragon script'.

These words come from the 'Far North' organization that I joined back then.

This is a mysterious organization that was active in European high society in the 1930s. Its founder was a mysterious woman with the title 'Maria of the Stars'.

She was aloof, beautiful, and highly knowledgeable, especially in matters of the occult, which made her widely favored by the high-ranking officials of the Third Reich and a darling of the entire social circle.

Herzog, lusting after the beauty of Maria of the Stars, gave himself the title of "Knight of Galahad," claiming to be the chosen one of God, that only he could lift the Holy Grail, and that those who believed in him could follow in his footsteps to the Kingdom of God...

Just got rejected.

Women are inherently deceitful, so naturally they won't blindly follow another deceitful person who has ill intentions towards them.

However, this also allowed him to acquire a great deal of occult knowledge, both true and false, and incidentally persuaded the SS to provide him with substantial funding, enabling him to begin his 'research' of humanity.

"What strange symbols! Could it be that there was an even more glorious civilization before the dragon civilization?"

"Or perhaps some unknown being simplified these patterns, which also possess mysterious power, based on the characteristics of dragon runes?"

Herzog shook his head. In recent years, he had tried to continue following in the footsteps of the Star Maria from back then...

Of course, it wasn't because of her beauty.
Judging by her age, that woman was already in her seventies or eighties, with wrinkles on her face deeper than tree bark, far less attractive than a young and vibrant girl.

The main purpose was to gain the other party's knowledge of occultism.

Unfortunately, he couldn't outrun time back then, nor could Maria the Star. By the time he left Black Swan Harbor, Maria the Star, along with the entire far north, had long since vanished without a trace, probably destroyed in the war.

"never mind."

Herzog had no time to dwell on the past, nor did he want to delve into the truth behind these occult patterns.

He has done enough useless work over the years, only knowing that doing this will produce this effect.

As for the patterns... let's explore them slowly when he becomes a god.

As human beings, we are destined to be limited in many ways.

drop--

As the button is pressed,
Herzog entered a strange state, as if he were asleep.

The electrical signal travels from the instrument through the connecting wires and magnetic pole pieces into his brain.

Between daze and lucidity,
Herzog suddenly noticed that a man seemed to have appeared out of nowhere in the room.

He was dressed in a black tuxedo with a white bow tie and a leather mask. He appeared at the end of the corridor, walked a short distance through the dark passageway, opened the door to the storeroom, reached into the treasured wine cellar, took out a glass of Macallan, poured himself a drink, and leisurely sipped it.

The man was wearing a mask—the kind with a beak-like structure around the mouth, resembling the equipment used by medieval doctors.

In order to drink, he had to flip up the lower jaw of his mask, revealing a jaw full of freckles, so that the bird's beak would stick up and look like a short elephant trunk.

This scene looks quite funny.

But Herzog couldn't laugh.

"……Who are you?"

Herzog paused for a second, then immediately stopped controlling his clones scattered throughout Japan and coldly warned, "This is my home. Please leave immediately."

While uttering ridiculous threats, Herzog had already begun secretly mobilizing his shadow clones.

Even when he was in his own lair, he remained vigilant at all times.

Herzog had long prepared many armed shadow warriors, hidden throughout the research institute.

Most of them are third or fourth generation shadow warriors.
Their physical strength is among the best in the A-grade hybrid race, and can even be compared to those S-grade hybrids whose physical strength is not outstanding.

Compared to manual or numerically controlled defense systems.

Only his own clone could give him a 100% sense of security, and would never betray him.

But unexpectedly,

This time, Herzog's secret command went unanswered, like a stone thrown into the sea.

“McCarlan…you can just call me McCarlan.”

The man in black said with a smile.

"I know you don't recognize me, and I'm saddened because we're old friends, aren't we?"

"An old friend...?"

Herzog's brow furrowed even more.

A sense of unease rose in his heart, but after the other party uttered the last word, his head suddenly throbbed with pain, as if many familiar yet strange memories were flowing back into his brain through the machine.

A few days ago... maybe yesterday, maybe a week ago, or maybe every time he approached this machine in the past ten years.

Similar scenes had happened before his eyes.

"No, that's not right, when exactly is it?"

Herzog was having a terrible headache, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he stared at the man hiding in front of him, panting heavily.

McClane? That's clearly the name of this drink. Who is he, anyway?

"So you still can't do it?"

McClane smiled. "It doesn't matter. There's still time. I can introduce it again."

He slowly finished his whiskey, fastened the leather strap under his chin, and the rim of the glass tapped crisply on the table.

The pain in Herzog's head vanished without a trace.

“Our organization is generally referred to as the ‘Medical Association’ and is also your most important angel investor and largest shareholder, so we need to check on your research progress from time to time,” McClane said in a light voice.

"Investors? Shareholders?"

Herzog, though cautious, found it utterly absurd. "I've lived for nearly a hundred years, fighting my way from Germany to Siberia and then to Japan, all thanks to my own genius and daring spirit. What nonsense are you spouting!"
“That’s right.” McCallum analyzed seriously, “First, in the qualifying rounds, you stood out from a group of scientists in the Third Reich, and even tried to combine biology and black magic. This was the first time we noticed you, so we secretly allocated those research funds to you. Otherwise, you should have been met with SS bullets.”

"Ah."

Herzog sneered, his anger outweighing his fear. "So you were able to find this place, it seems you really have studied me carefully, but..."

McClane interrupted, "Yes, you are excellent. Your outstanding performance won you the second round of the knockout stage. From Berlin to Siberia, there are many more talented and rational people than you. But if we hadn't chosen you, you probably wouldn't have gotten the chance to host Black Swan Harbor."

"This is our second investment, and there's a third one coming up, yes, 'Bangzi'... Oh! My brother, what's with that look on your face?"

"You don't actually believe you can learn music for switching between mixed-race personalities from some damn Central American Indian tribe, do you? Of course... you did have your doubts, but as long as it works, that's all that matters, isn't it?"

McCallum smiled and said.

"Continue, the fourth investment, 'Shadow Warrior' technology, 'Consciousness Segmentation Method'... Haha, this is a killer move that I spent hundreds of years researching! You think you're Mendeleev? You had an epiphany in a dream? You think it's mainly science, just with a little bit of mysticism? Actually, the technology content is less than one percent, my brother!"

Seeing Herzog's dumbfounded expression, McCallum burst into laughter.

His voice immediately became serious and earnest, and he bowed slightly in apology, saying...

"Oh, sorry, I got a little excited. Actually, the 'pontine transection surgery' is only the fourth investment. Oh well, whatever..."

"In short, that thing is pure alchemy and ruthless work. I did get a patent for it, although it was just a lucky accident. But don't try to pat yourself on the back. It's not like I taught you in a dream and suddenly you invented it, is it? You're German, not Korean!"

When McCullen got to this point, Herzog's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and his wrinkled hands trembled uncontrollably. He finally realized the inconsistency in his memory and felt something about to jump out of his head.

That was the devil, but the devil didn't call him by his name...

As expected, McClane continued with a subtle smile, "We won't go into the fact that our medical association will provide you with hybrid experimental subjects, those are minor matters. But there's also that most crucial investment."

"Hehe... My notebook, the Godhood Plan, and your location..."

"Bondarev! It's Bondarev!"

"Haha, Bingo!"

The man poured himself another glass of wine, raised it high, and lifted his mask to reveal a grin, wanting to drink it down and celebrate this long-awaited reunion.

"I'm going to your mother!"

Herzog was completely unable to remain calm. Although he had been worried that Bondarev was not dead, he was still on the verge of collapse when the truth was revealed to him.

Not only for the past few decades, but from the very beginning he was a pawn secretly manipulated by others. His years of hard work were just dancing in the palm of their hands. In fact, he lived most of his life in false or delusional memories!
Damn me!
...You beast!

"Bondarev! You bastard! You inhuman devil! I...#￥@%..."

Herzog kept spewing out slang and insults from the Soviet Union, Germany, and Japan like a machine gun. If language had power, he would have wanted to kill the person in front of him ten thousand times over!

Of course, if Herzog were still able to move, he would definitely be waving his fingernails.
Scratching at the man's face, tearing off that damn, ridiculous mask, and poking bloody holes in his face!
But he had already discovered that he could no longer move.

The man simply drank his wine leisurely, completely unmoved.

However, the man soon frowned, ultimately finding Herzog's language too vulgar.

Language does indeed have power in this world, but it is not Herzog's language... but his.

"Alright, shut up!"

The sound seemed to possess a mysterious magic. Herzog was horrified to discover that he couldn't make a sound. His vocal cords were clearly vibrating... well, he couldn't even open his mouth.

“The weak have no right to speak.”

The man said calmly, "Actually, I was more looking forward to you bringing me back that fake product than to Uesugi Erii, but in the end you still couldn't do anything."

Herzog felt a moment of disorientation.

A lost memory resurfaced in my mind.

Yes.

Inuyama He told Uesugi Koshiji Meibi the location.

The source of the intelligence was none other than Herzog himself; this was the final diversionary tactic.

However, the subordinate who found the clue had specifically reminded him that there was a girl with dark red hair next to Lu Mingfei... but he subconsciously chose to ignore this suspicious point and still went straight to Genji Heavy Industries!

How could you do this! How could you do this?

Herzog found himself able to speak again and roared hoarsely once more.

He felt like an ant, being wantonly toyed with by the other party, from his memories to his soul. What a shameless scoundrel!
"No...no!"

Herzog suddenly calmed down, a strange smile appearing on his lips.

"Bondarev! If you're so capable, why don't you do it yourself? Why go through all this trouble and use me to do these things... Are you afraid?"

"Oh, I see! Bondarev! You're afraid of that monster too!?"

"Hehe." The man chuckled. "As expected of Dr. Herzog, even at this point, his mind can still work incredibly fast."

"Okay, I am a little scared... but only a little. It's mainly the restrictions. I'm currently under some restrictions, so this is the only way I can meet you."

The man downed the drink in his glass and spoke frankly.

Herzog did not press further about what the restrictions were; instead, his tone softened, and he pleaded:

"Let me join your medical association, Bondarev! You see, I'm very clever! I don't know what you're planning, but I can definitely help you!"

He keenly sensed the reason why Bondarev had appeared and spoken so much to him this time.

It's a premonition of impending death.

He considered himself a ghoul, always secretly eating people, but this time he had a vague feeling that he was about to be served at the dinner table and eaten.

Herzog was not willing to let his life end there...

If he were still able to move, he would definitely be kneeling down and begging this man for mercy by now.

He was a pervert, a demon, despicable and vile, but he also understood the cruelest truths of this world.

The weak will become food for the strong.

Although he was weak in front of Bondarev, he was an absolute strongman in the eyes of the masses. Since you are a medical society, shouldn't you be an organization?

The organization needs manpower, so why can't I join? Is there anyone in the world smarter than me?
Herzog's voice grew increasingly humble and anxious.

He was once treated as an honored guest in the far north, and the Migdal Bavel Institute he founded glimpsed a corner of the dragon world from scratch. He then truly opened the gates of the divine kingdom in the frigid lands of Siberia. Now, he single-handedly manipulates the Snake-Headed Eight Families and the Demon Clan at will.

Admittedly, the Holy Palace Medical Association played a part in this... but wasn't their choice to choose themselves over others also because they were good enough?
Excellent people should have enough value!

however,
"I'm very sorry, my friend." The man smiled regretfully.

"This is a game; once you're at the gambling table, there's no turning back."

It was as if they had sensed Herzog's thoughts.

The man finished his last sip of whiskey, closed his bird-beak mask, and said in a flat voice.

"Although you are indeed more valuable than some of the fools in the Medical Association, even if your background is far inferior to theirs."

Herzog's heart sank to the bottom.

really,

"But," the man said with a smile, then changed the subject.
"Compared to your death, such value seems insignificant."

"Alright, it's time for me to leave."

A magnificent golden light shimmered in the man's eyes, like countless gold coins being tossed into the Rhine River at sunset, and his voice was full of allure.

Herzog's consciousness instantly went completely into a daze.

"Next, please die in front of them, misleading them in another direction."

"For us, and for myself... to buy just a little more time."

……

"Phew—finally done."

Herzog removed the electrodes covering his head.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking around the familiar surroundings of the research institute, I couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

I've lived in this place for almost ten years, and I've developed a bit of attachment to it.

Although it's uncertain whether those people have the ability to find their hiding place.

However... to be on the safe side, I have to leave.

"We need another bomb to destroy this place."