Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Isn't this a scene you only see on TV?

He took his laptop from under his seat and carefully checked what had happened that day. He had driven all night to complete a mission, and when he tried to catch up on sleep this morning, he was woken up by some strange text messages from Granbury. Now, after getting three hours of sleep and finishing his mission, the whole world seemed to have turned into a fantasy...

He had heard about the red Siamese cat incident before, but since nothing has happened yet, he simply instructed Kazami to raise the level of vigilance and didn't take it too seriously.

However, according to Kazami, the entire suburbs of Tokyo have now been overrun. The infection started at the amusement park and people were not stopped. As people continued to come into contact with the virus, the spread of the virus accelerated.

Massive car accidents have occurred on streets throughout Tokyo. Many drivers were unknowingly infected and fell into a coma. While in a coma, they rear-ended pillars, fell into the water, and many died in the crash.

Drugs were being snapped up in pharmacies, and many criminals took advantage of the chaos to try and cause trouble. It's fair to say that the whole of Tokyo was in turmoil.

This chaos quickly spread to surrounding towns, and many people wanted to buy plane tickets to seek refuge in other countries. Fortunately, the authorities promptly dispatched the military to control the airport, preventing the situation from spiraling out of control.

However, the whole of Japan is like a boiling pot of water, with unrest everywhere. It is no exaggeration to say that if this unrest is not properly contained, the whole of Japan will be in grave danger.

Taking a deep breath, Bourbon glanced at the remaining tasks on his hands. There weren't many left, and finishing them in a few days wouldn't make much of a difference. He stepped on the gas, preparing to head to Tokyo to see if he could help control the situation.

The car had barely started moving when the phone rang again.

This time it was the organization's phone.

The phone screen showed it was Granbury.

He stared at his phone, his brows furrowed in a serious expression. Could this virus be the work of the organization?

When the call was answered, neither side spoke until Bourbon finally broke the silence.

"Granbury?"

“Bourbon, put your task aside for now. I have an urgent mission.” Granburg’s voice was unusually serious and heavy. “The intelligence team has tracked down the FBI, and it’s very likely that it’s Shuichi Akai.”

Amuro Tooru's eyes sharpened instantly. He was about to agree when, as if remembering something, he tentatively asked, "But I'm in Kanagawa right now. To get back, I have to go through Tokyo, but Tokyo right now—"

"You also know about the virus?" Chu Ming pondered for a moment before speaking. "Several of the organization's bases in Tokyo have suffered heavy losses because of this virus, so the BOSS urgently issued a mission requiring us to investigate. According to intelligence, when they discovered FBI traces, they saw several FBI agents carrying vials and ampoules, so they suspect that this incident is related to the FBI. Therefore, the organization... Here's what I'll do: I'll have someone send a helicopter to pick you up. We can discuss the specifics when you return."

Before he could finish speaking, he abruptly hung up the phone.

Amuro Tooru didn't suspect anything. After all, judging from Granburg's tone and the faint sounds of Gin and Vodka arranging things over the phone, everything indicated that the organization's losses were not only significant, but that all of its bases in Tokyo might have been accidentally destroyed by the virus.

He stared intently at the cell phone the organization had given him. Granburg had said they would send someone to pick him up, but they hadn't asked for his address at all. It seemed that the phone must have a GPS tracker, and there might even be someone eavesdropping on him.

He tossed his phone into the car, walked a little further away, retrieved the police officer's phone, and called Kazami. Although he desperately wanted to rush back to Tokyo to help them protect Japan, the organization had clearly made further breakthroughs. Perhaps they could find the source of the virus through the organization and save Japan.

Before long, an outer member arrived in a helicopter and took him to the base.

Chu Ming sat in the base, directing the group to quickly tidy up the scene so that Bourbon wouldn't notice anything amiss. At the same time, he asked Vermouth to give Cohen and Chianti some acting advice.

In fact, he also had a lot of opinions about Gin's acting skills, but Gin was a rather autocratic person who was unwilling to listen to well-intentioned advice and only wanted to get rid of the people who made the suggestions, so Chu Ming had no choice but to give up.

By the time Amuro Tooru stepped into the base, Chu Ming had already arranged everything.

Seeing Bourbon walk in, Chu Ming blinked: "Hiss—Bourbon, you look really haggard. Have you lost so much weight recently? And you look even darker!"

Bourbon's face darkened instantly. Who was it that made him like this?

Who is it that keeps generating tasks non-stop, like a task-generating machine, every single day?

If I don't put my phone on silent mode when I'm sleeping, it will ring like an alarm clock every now and then!

How many days has it been since he had a good night's sleep?!

How dare the culprit even mention it?!

Chapter 550 Go Infiltrate

Amuro Tooru's face was extremely dark. Even though his skin was dark, it was still obvious to anyone with eyes that his resentment level was constantly increasing.

Seeing Granbury still looking innocently at Amuro Tooru as he continued to provoke him, even Lafitte couldn't stand it anymore: "Let's get down to business, Granbury, now is not the time for you to reminisce."

Chu Ming smacked his lips, still wanting more: "Alright, the main reason I called you over here is because I have an important task for you."

Amuro Tooru forced himself to compose himself and looked at Chu Ming sitting on the sofa: "What mission?"

"We've got news from Rum. This virus is very likely related to the FBI. Just now, our informant in the FBI reported that the FBI's main mission is to use the virus to distract the organization and rescue FBI agent Judy, who was captured by the organization earlier. Politicians in the US have also taken advantage of this, trying to use the virus to interfere in the Japanese government." Chu Ming toyed with the fruit on the table, his tone indifferent.

"FBI?" A sharp glint flashed in Amuro Tooru's eyes. It was that group of wicked FBI agents causing trouble in his Japan again?

Can the FBI just get out of Japan?!

Seeing that Amuro Tooru had no doubts, Chu Ming nodded and continued, "In Japan, having an organization is enough. We don't need the FBI to interfere anymore, nor do we need the US to sit idly by. So this time, it's necessary to prevent the US regime from entering Japan. And the first step in preventing that is to solve the virus problem."

"Does the organization have a way to deal with the virus?" Amuro Tooru asked with some doubt. "But didn't you say before that the organization's forces in Tokyo suffered heavy losses because of the virus?"

“There is a solution, but we lack the person to solve it.” Chu Ming’s meaningful gaze swept over Amuro Tooru, and his tone was gentle. “Bourbon, since you joined the organization, you have completed all the missions very well. The BOSS also appreciates you, which is why he gave you the codename. If you can complete this mission perfectly again, the BOSS will give you a chance to meet him.”

Amuro Tooru's eyes lit up. He looked up, his eyes filled with uncontrollable elation, but his tone was perfectly befitting of his current status, fervent and delighted: "Is the BOSS finally going to see me?!"

Chu Ming nodded reservedly: "That's right. As long as you can complete this mission successfully, you can wait for the BOSS to summon you."

By then, you will be the completely new Niu Gulu, the brainwashed Bourbon.

Having been undercover for so long, Amuro Tooru has finally managed to find the BOSS's trail. He is instantly filled with fighting spirit, especially since this mission is to fight the FBI and save Japan, which is exactly what his expertise is all about.

"So what do I need to do for this mission?" Amuro Tooru instantly became motivated and couldn't wait to ask about his task.

"You need to go to the authorities." Chu Ming's six casual words left Amuro Tooru completely bewildered.

"Huh? The authorities?" Amuro Tooru was quite uneasy. Had Granburg discovered he was actually an undercover agent and was testing him? With this thought in mind, he tentatively asked, "To the authorities? Why would they need me?"

Chu Ming smiled faintly: "I will send someone to help you snatch the antidote back from the FBI. As for what happens after we get it back, the original idea of ​​the BOSS was to resolve the troubles on the organization's side and use it directly as a weapon to threaten the authorities. However, I think that threats are only temporary. It would be better for me to use this antidote to do a favor and help the organization's undercover agents show their faces in front of the authorities."

"So my mission is to infiltrate the police and help our undercover agents within the police force?" Amuro was overjoyed. He already knew that the organization had an undercover agent in the police force, but this agent was hidden too well to be found. However, if Chu Ming gave him this mission, wouldn't he be able to find out who the undercover agent in the police force was?

"Of course not, why would you think that?" Chu Ming raised an eyebrow. "I know your intelligence team likes to secretly gather information, but don't use that trick on me~ You're not at a level where you can find out the identity of an undercover agent."

After a pause, Chu Ming continued, "When I say 'go,' I mean you appear openly and honestly in the public eye, acting as a hero who saves Japan."

???

"What do you mean..." Amuro Tooru's smile faltered, and he looked at Chu Ming in disbelief. "Did I hear that right?"

"You heard me right." Seeing Amuro Tooru's displeasure, Chu Ming cheered. He clapped his hands and, with a wistful expression, recited, "Ah~ the hero of the Great Japanese Empire—Mr. Amuro Tooru! When the virus was raging, he bravely fought against the FBI agents who carried the antidote with malicious intent, disregarding his own safety, and finally obtained the antidote, saving all of Japan! Ah~ Mr. Amuro Tooru, you are a hero! You are the guarantor of peace, a respectable young man, the most beautiful scenery in times of crisis! Your magnificent—"

"Enough—" Amuro Tooru couldn't listen anymore and interrupted Chu Ming. He gasped for breath, unable to utter a single word, before finally managing to weakly squeeze out, "I don't think I'm up to the task..."

Chu Ming's eyes widened: "What? No way, no way, is this all the loyalty you have for the BOSS? You were acting like you'd risk your life for the BOSS just now, how come you've changed now? Could it be—you're deceiving the BOSS's feelings?"

What is this?

How did they arrive at such a bizarre conclusion?!

Amuro Tooru steadied himself, trying his best to explain himself without arousing suspicion: "Then why do I need to go undercover? You could go too, Vermouth could go in disguise, I've had so many missions lately, if I go undercover I'll have to leave all these missions behind, who will take over? Besides—"

Chu Ming waved his hand, looked at Amuro Tooru who was frowning slightly, leaned back and rested his arm on the back of the sofa: "Bourbon, I'm giving you a chance. You always say that you are mortal enemies with the FBI and that you are irreconcilable enemies with Akai Shuichi. Are these just empty slogans?"

Thinking of Shuichi Akai, Tooru Amuro's face darkened: "Of course not, Shuichi Akai is going to die."

"That's settled then. As for the other parts, sending you to contact the authorities was a last resort. We don't have anyone suitable to handle official communication right now, except for you, who rarely appears in the public eye. At the same time, to lure the FBI, we need someone who has been in their sights. Considering everything, you are the most suitable candidate. After all, you don't really think Gin is capable of handling official communication well, do you?"

Amuro Tooru's lips twitched. Gin went to contact the officials... that scene was indeed a bit horrifying...

But it doesn't seem right for him to do it himself either!!!

Chapter 551 Plan

Chu Ming handed a stack of plans to Amuro Tooru: "Actually, I've already planned everything you need to do, so you don't need to worry about it yourself."

Amuro Tooru took the thin stack of papers, but his expression was as if he had received a bomb that had exploded at any time. He looked at it carefully for a long time without saying a word.

After waiting for a long time without any response, Chu Ming stared at him expressionlessly: "Bourbon, why don't you have any reaction? Don't you understand what I wrote?"

Bourbon slowly raised his head, looked at Chu Ming, then at Gin sitting to his right, cleaning his gun, his expression indescribable: "Did you write this plan yourself, Granbury?"

"Yeah, what's wrong? I wrote you a plan myself, and you're not grateful? Or do you have some other ideas?" Perhaps Chu Ming's tone was too subtle, because Gin stopped what he was doing and looked over here with a cold and terrifying look in his eyes, as if he would shoot if he didn't answer well.

Amuro Tooru slammed the plan he was holding onto the table: "Then take a look at what you've written. Is it even proper?"

Gin's expression changed, but not at Amuro Tooru. Instead, he glared at Chu Ming, asking with his eyes what trouble Chu Ming had caused this time.

Chu Ming, who was suddenly glared at by Gin: ? ? ?

What are you doing?

Why do you glare at him the first thing when you're in a dilemma?!

Amuro Tooru slammed the proposal onto the table, and the paper was slightly lifted by his movement, revealing messy doodles on it.

Gin glanced at it and felt a headache coming on. He knew it was Granburg's fault after all: "Can't you just write properly? Why do you have to draw?"

Chu Ming said confidently, "I just think that pictures can better convey the meaning! If it's just dry text, wouldn't this plan be very obscure and difficult to read?"

"Have you ever thought that while people can understand your text, who can tell what you're drawing from pictures?" Amuro Tooru gritted his teeth, enunciating each word clearly.

"How can you not see it?" Chu Ming pointed to the plan he had painstakingly drawn up. "Look, this is an FBI agent holding an ampoule, and this one hiding in the shadows is us. In other words, we will secretly intercept the FBI agents and seize the antidote from them. Isn't it simple and easy to understand?"

Amuro Tooru, his expression blank, pointed to a dark, unremarkable thing behind him with a clump of yellow excrement on its head, and a thin, bright red thing next to it: "What is this?"

"It's you!" Chu Ming said earnestly. "After we gave you the antidote, you became Japan's savior. This painting depicts you receiving official recognition, which led the organization to drive a strong nail into the open!"

Amuro Tooru didn't want to ask any more questions: "...Okay, I won't look at the plan. Just tell me what I want to do..."

"I've explained it all, and you still don't understand? How exactly did you gain Rum's favor?" Chu Ming said with some disdain. "After you got the virus, you contacted the authorities, saying you saw someone suspiciously carrying this, suspected he was poisoning the virus, so you went up and defeated him, intending to hand over the virus to the authorities to see if they could develop an antidote. But unexpectedly, by sheer luck, this is the antidote..."

Watching Chu Ming read the text with dramatic intonation, Amuro Tooru turned directly to Gin: "I know the rest. What I want to know is, is it true that the FBI has a cure for the virus? What if we spend so much effort only to get back the wrong cure? Wouldn't that be a waste of time?"

"It's possible the FBI is creating a diversion, but we don't have any other leads yet, so we have to get the drugs from the FBI to confirm it." Gin said his lines with a cold face, thankfully his tone was usually cold, and Amuro Tooru really didn't think Gin was acting with him.

After all, compared to Granburg, the other members of the organization all looked quite handsome.