Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

What a waste of bringing him food.

Why are we going out at this hour? Is it because the organization has some urgent mission?

Chu Ming opened the chat group to see what had happened while he was away.

As he slid his finger across the screen, Chu Ming's expression gradually became strange.

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[Top Sniper]: Sherry swaggering around.jpg.

[Top Sniper]: @Everyone, look who I've spotted!

【White Elegance】: Chianti, you're something else! How did you manage to run into this? Give me your address. I've got nothing to do anyway, so I'm going out for some fresh air before Granbury gets back.

[Top Sniper]: You know the popular Fantasy Park, right? There's a Red Fort restaurant across from it. Cohen and I were eating there when someone planted a bomb inside. Damn it, I hope I don't find out who did it. The bomb-wielding bastard almost got blown up. I'll get someone to investigate. That damn bomber, I'll beat him to a pulp!

[Top Sniper]: @#￥%￥@￥@

【White Elegance】: ...Stop cursing, get to the point.

[Sniper Number Two]: In the parking lot outside the Red Fort restaurant.

[Gin]: Vodka, come pick me up at the safe house.

[Drunk on strong liquor]: Okay, brother.

That's all for the latest news. There have been no further messages in the group since then. It's likely that they switched to in-team voice chat for the sake of secrecy.

but--

What the hell is going on?!

The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the organization was caught in a frenzy of internal strife.

First, the bombs he planted indiscriminately targeted friend and foe alike, nearly taking Chianti and Cohen down with them.

He was just a hair's breadth away from achieving the "I kill my own teammates" feat.

Next up was the photo of Sherry that Chianti posted...

That's clearly Vermouth!!

It's so tragic; it's heartbreaking to hear and brings tears to the eyes of anyone who hears it.

Will Vermouth be shot dead by Gin before she can even speak?

Oh, poor sister, you died such a tragic death!

Chu Ming slurped up a mouthful of noodles he had brought for Lafitte, silently mourned for Vermouth for two seconds, and then turned on the TV to watch a drama series.

Go save her? Are you kidding me? Does Vermouth even need him to save her?

Even if we wanted to save them, it would be too late.

I'd rather watch a couple more episodes of TV.

When Lafitte arrived with Gin and the others, Chu Ming had his long legs crossed on the coffee table, occasionally stuffing a snack into his mouth, looking lazy and decadent.

"Granbury!!"

Before she appeared, her voice preceded her. Chianti's shrill voice shattered the silence as she rushed in, staring at Chu Ming on the sofa: "Did you plant the bomb in the Red Castle restaurant?"

Seeing the victim come to his door, Chu Ming remained completely calm, his face expressionless and his heart not skipping a beat: "No, what's wrong?"

Chianti looked at Chu Ming with suspicion, then glanced back at Vermouth. After considering it for a moment, she complained to Chu Ming, "Vermouth said on the way here that you were the one who planted the bomb."

Chu Ming remained remarkably calm: "How could that be? Why would I plant a bomb at the Red Fort Restaurant? I've been playing in the Fantasy Park all day! Did you see me at the restaurant? No, you must have been tricked by her. Maybe she's the one who planted the bomb!"

"..." Vermouth was speechless as she watched Chu Ming shift the blame without any qualms.

Before Chianti could say anything more, Chu Ming quickly changed the subject: "Weren't you guys going to catch Sherry? You didn't succeed?"

Lafitte plopped down on the sofa, glanced at Chu Ming sideways, and said with a hint of resentment, "That's not Sherry at all. Guess who it is?"

Chu Ming continued to feign ignorance: "I don't know? Who could it be?"

"What a coincidence! The person disguised as Sherry is actually Vermouth, whom you invited to go to the amusement park with today!" Lafitte said sarcastically. "You, as her companion, didn't know anything about it?"

"Huh—is that so?" Chu Ming's eyes darted around, then suddenly he threw a bucket of dirty water at Vermouth, "Hiss, Vermouth, you left me halfway through so you could disguise yourself as Sherry and plant a bomb? Planning to copy me and send Sherry an arrest warrant?"

"..." Vermouth looked at Chu Ming with a complicated expression. "Don't you feel any remorse saying that?"

Chu Ming skillfully touched his heart, feigning profundity: "I've seen the look in your eyes, I don't have such a thing."

Vermouth was speechless and gave Chu Ming an elegant eye roll.

Realizing that no one present was of any use, and that several mouths couldn't outdo Chu Ming, Gin stopped watching the spectacle and said, "Alright, we have a mission."

The moment Chu Ming heard the word "mission," he collapsed onto the sofa with a thud: "Ouch—my wound hurts! Lafitte, Lafitte, come quick and check me! Is my wound infected and I'm about to get a fever? Will I be bedridden soon?"

Seeing Chu Ming skillfully diagnose his own problem and even arrange a treatment for himself, Lafitte's lips twitched: "Your injury has healed, and you are perfectly capable of doing the job. On the contrary, I have been worrying about your injury, unable to eat or sleep well. How about we don't count me in for this mission?"

Vermouth blinked and leaned back on the sofa as well: "Actually, I also—"

"Shut up." Gin said coldly, looking at the three slackers gathered together, his murderous aura surging out. "None of you will escape."

"Oh..." Chu Ming pouted, then sat up straight as if nothing had happened, as if he wasn't the one who had just been weak and barely breathing. He glanced at Vermouth and Lafitte, "Can you two stop copying me and come up with some other excuse? You two are dragging me down so I can't take leave and have to do missions with my badly injured body. Sigh."

"...Have some shame! With your thick skin, you must be having a great time this summer, right?" Lafitte couldn't help but retort.

Vermouth, perfectly in sync, played the perfect straight man: "Oh? Why?"

"Because I have thick skin, mosquitoes can't get in~" Chu Ming's main point was to be shameless, and he took the lead himself, leaving no room for Lafitte to elaborate.

"..."

"..."

Everyone present turned to look at Chu Ming, their expressions very complicated.

Facing the scrutiny of everyone's gaze, Chu Ming held his head high, appearing extremely proud.

Ha, trying to outdo him in shamelessness?

Who among those present could compare to him?

Chapter 528 I have a way

"What exactly is the mission?" Chu Ming urged, seeing that Gin hadn't gotten to the point for a while.

“The organization owns several biotechnology companies, and recently expanded into a microbiology research institute in Nishitama City. The original intention was to distance themselves from the organization and whitewash their cooperation with the government. But just now, that research institute was attacked and destroyed by a terrorist group, and the bacteria inside have disappeared without a trace.” Gin’s expression turned cold, as if covered with frost.

"Is no one watching over the organization's assets? How can they get attacked in the face by some Tom, Dick, and Harry?" Chianti casually popped a piece of chewing gum into his mouth and muttered to himself as he chewed.

"The original idea of ​​the BOSS was that the Public Security Bureau and the FBI, those rats, have been watching our actions. Since we want to have a base and industry in the open, then we should completely separate them." Gin was not in a good mood either. After all, this was all money he had worked hard to earn, and to be attacked by an organization that had no reputation ten years ago was simply a slap in the face.

He paused, then continued, "So when this research institute was established, the organization didn't send anyone to protect it secretly. Everything went through normal procedures, and they even cooperated with the government, eventually being incorporated into it. They thought that after being incorporated, they could use this microbiology company to steal experimental data that the government didn't want to disclose to the public, but now all of that has been destroyed!"

"Then what do we need to do?" Lafitte leaned back on the sofa. "Go and find this reckless organization?"

"More or less." Gin turned to Vodka and gestured with his chin, and Vodka, understanding, handed the documents to everyone.

Gin looked at the group of people looking through the documents: "This is the message that terrorist organization posted online, as well as the intelligence that I had Vodka investigate. Take a look first."

Chu Ming took the information and got a general understanding of it.

This group, which calls itself the Red Siamese Cat, is currently making arrogant claims online that they were responsible for the attack on the microbiology institute and that they will carry out another terrorist attack within seven days.

Below is some basic information about this red Siamese cat. This organization was quite famous ten years ago, mainly targeting some large Japanese conglomerates and companies to seize their assets. However, ten years ago, it was apprehended by the police with the assistance of Suzuki Jikichiro, an advisor to the Suzuki Group, and then disappeared without a trace.

The bacteria they stole this time is a biochemical virus with a mortality rate as high as 80%. It can be transmitted through respiratory droplets and other channels, causing itchy red rashes and persistent high fever until death.

Chu Ming tapped his fingertip lightly on the page, narrowing his eyes slightly: "If it's just about eradicating the Red Siamese Cat organization, then we shouldn't need so many people, right? Does the BOSS have any other instructions?"

"The virus destroyed by the red Siamese cat remains in the organization. Although we publicly say there's no cure, there is actually an antidote. So, the boss's idea is that we can make good use of this virus to eliminate dissidents, and at the same time use the antidote to bring the research institute back into the public and official view." Gin said, enunciating each word of the boss's decision.

The moment Chu Ming heard it clearly, he gasped in shock and sat up straight: "Boss, you wouldn't be planning to spread the virus, would you?"

In that case, the BOSS has big ambitions. With the red Siamese cat as a shield, even if things go wrong, no one will know that an organization is involved.

But if things go wrong, this virus could travel across the ocean and infect the whole world, which would be a huge problem.

"I don't think this is a good idea." Chu Ming's expression was grave. "If this virus spreads, the antidote we've researched will be a drop in the ocean. We don't want to set ourselves on fire."

All eyes turned to Chu Ming. Chianti let out an exaggerated "Ha!": "Huh? Granburg, you're not going to give in, are you? So what if the virus spreads? Isn't that perfect? ​​The organization can take the opportunity to rule the world!"

Seeing Chianti lost in her fantasies, Chu Ming's lips twitched, and he looked at the people beside her: "Is that what you all think too?"

Lafitte, chin in hand, was lost in daydreams, completely oblivious to Chu Ming's words: "In that case, how about I be the savior? Famous Tokyo physician Watanabe Wada has developed a cure for a mysterious virus, saving Japan from its dire straits!"

Vermouth flipped through the documents perfunctorily, making a rustling sound as she did so, trying to appear very serious, but judging from her gaze, she was probably already looking to the heavens.

Vodka was quite cooperative, nodding vigorously as he listened to what Chu Ming said, but judging from his blank expression, he probably didn't understand what Chu Ming was saying.

Looking at the group of people in the room who were only thinking about fighting and not using their brains, Chu Ming sighed and rubbed his forehead. Sometimes he really felt sorry for Gin. What kind of people did he have? They only wanted to follow orders and fight, and didn't want to use their brains.

Never mind, Chu Ming stopped looking at the others and turned directly to Gin, asking, "Gin, what do you think?"

"I'll do whatever the boss tells me to do. If you have any objections, go talk to the boss first," Gin said concisely and without any beating around the bush.

"..." Chu Ming stood up and walked towards the room where Lafitte had contacted the BOSS. "Then I'll go and talk to the BOSS."

Once the BOSS connected, Chu Ming, unusually serious, analyzed the pros and cons of the matter for the BOSS.

The main reason is that there has probably never been a global virus before, so even if the BOSS is confident and thinks he has everything under control, he cannot imagine what kind of consequences such a globally spreading virus would cause.

However, Chu Ming was different. In his previous life, he had experienced a global virus outbreak. The impact of that outbreak was enormous, eventually spreading from one country to all countries in the world, causing a significant economic downturn and almost collapsing industries such as catering and tourism.