MMB Chapter 248 Everyone is a Talent
Chapter 248 Everyone is a Talent
Watanabe's hands trembled involuntarily.
The appearance of Ryuji Kuroda at this juncture could not possibly be a coincidence.
He looked at his assistant: "Is he alone?"
The assistant shook his head abruptly and handed the tablet closer.
On the screen, a corner of the surveillance footage was magnified, showing four people following Kuroda Ryuji.
A person wearing a baseball cap and a mask, whose face was obscured, but whose figure was upright.
The other three, two men and one woman, seemed to be assistants and photographers of the reporter team, but they couldn't hide their sharp and capable demeanor that made them stand out from their surroundings.
"No, there are four more people. Based on our observations, we can be fairly certain that they are Chinese."
The assistant's voice was trembling.
The air in the room seemed to freeze.
Watanabe's breathing instantly became heavy.
He stared intently at the figures on the screen that seemed out of place among their surroundings, as if trying to see through the screen to discern their identities.
Chinese!
They did come!
They not only captured Kuroda, but also used him as a shield, bringing him here openly!
What are we supposed to do?
To carry out a decapitation strike in front of the world's media?
Watanabe felt as if the Grim Reaper's scythe was pressed against his neck.
He was well aware of China's strength.
His mind was in complete chaos; fear consumed him.
"Your Excellency the Prime Minister!"
The security supervisor suddenly stepped forward, his voice steady and deliberately composed.
"Don't panic."
"This is our home ground."
Watanabe turned his head and looked at him as if he were grasping at a straw.
"What's your plan?"
A sinister smile crept across the security supervisor's face.
"In Chinese military strategy, there is a tactic called 'luring the enemy into the trap'."
Watanabe frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is," the security supervisor straightened his back a little, his tone revealing a confident arrogance.
"Since they've come to us, we'll invite them in."
He pointed to Ryuji Kuroda on the screen.
"Since they've taken control of Kuroda, they want to use his identity to infiltrate their territory."
"Then let's go with the flow and pretend we don't know anything."
"Send someone to 'accidentally' meet with Mr. Kuroda, and tell him that you are very worried about his safety and want to meet him before visiting the shrine to find out what's going on."
"Since the Chinese are by his side, they will surely come together."
"Once they enter the room we've designated, that room... will be their grave."
The suggestion made Watanabe's eyes light up for a moment, but then dimmed again.
"But... but what if Kuroda has a bomb on him?"
"What if they're discovered during security checks and force their way through, then detonate the explosives?"
This is his biggest concern.
Upon hearing this, the security supervisor chuckled as if he had heard a joke.
"Your Excellency Prime Minister, the security check is just a formality."
He explained confidently.
"If it were just Kuroda alone, we would indeed be worried about this. But now, those Chinese people are also here."
"Do you think they would be willing to trade their own lives for ours?"
"Even if they really do have bombs on them, if we 'invite' them all over, they'll be within the blast radius themselves. Would they dare to detonate them?"
"The Chinese people cherish life the most."
These words, delivered with a peculiar and twisted logic, unexpectedly convinced Watanabe.
Yes.
If we bring those few Chinese people in, they themselves will be the best hostages.
Because they were afraid of harming the innocent, they dared not act recklessly.
When the time comes, whether to kill or torture them will be up to them, won't it?
Watanabe's tense nerves slowly relaxed, and a sense of control returned to him.
There is an old Chinese saying: "It is impolite not to reciprocate."
He paced back and forth a couple of times before finally stopping, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
"They sent us a 'bomb,' and we'll give them back... a grand graveyard!"
He pointed to the security chief.
"You, make the arrangements yourself. Find the most astute person to contact Kuroda."
"Remember, don't alert them; act naturally."
"Hai!"
The security supervisor bowed deeply, turned and walked away quickly, his face filled with barely concealed excitement.
Only Watanabe and his still panicked assistant remained in the room.
Watanabe picked up the tablet again and looked at the figures on the screen.
Chinese people...
You choose not to take the path to heaven, but barge into the gates of hell when there are none.
Today, I'll show you what the wrath of the empire truly means!
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Amidst the bustling crowd, Chen You and his entourage moved unhurriedly with the flow of people toward the media gathering area.
He appeared to be observing his surroundings, but in reality, he had already begun to "see the heart through observing the qi".
In his field of vision, the atmosphere of the surrounding crowd was mixed and chaotic.
Only in a few specific directions, a clear and undisguised malice rose, like searchlights in the night.
Two of the unusual auras are rapidly approaching.
"They're here." Chen You's voice was very soft, transmitted to the ears of the other three Dragonscale team members through tactical earpieces.
Lin Miao and the other two tensed up almost imperceptibly, their hands gripping the "photography equipment" instinctively tighter.
They were elites, but this was the first time they had ever ventured so deep into enemy territory almost unarmed.
In particular, they clearly saw that the two men who were close by had bulges at their waists, indicating that they were carrying guns.
However, Chen You's tone was as relaxed as if he were saying "the food is served."
This calm allowed Lin Miao and the others to relax their tense nerves a little.
The group pretended not to have noticed anything, but in their minds they were imagining all sorts of possibilities.
While they were pondering, two security personnel in plainclothes had already quietly pushed through the crowd and approached Kuroda Ryuji.
Their movements were so professional that they went unnoticed by anyone.
One of them patted Kuroda Ryuji on the shoulder, lowered his voice, and said a coded message in Japanese.
"When the cherry blossoms fall, the samurai shall return home."
Ryuji Kuroda, whose mind had been physically brainwashed by the "Signal of the Mind," slowly turned around.
His eyes were vacant, his expression blank, as if his mind had been completely destroyed by extreme torture.
Seeing his appearance, a look of understanding and sympathy flashed in the eyes of the two security guards.
Just as they were about to say the line "The Prime Minister is worried about you" as planned, Kuroda Ryuji's eyes suddenly came to life.
The emptiness faded, replaced by a sense of bewilderment after surviving a catastrophe.
Then came the overwhelming emotion of seeing "one of their own," and tears instantly welled up in their eyes.
"Yamano-kun! Kobayashi-kun!"
He grabbed one of the men's arms, his voice trembling with grievance and lingering fear.
"I...I carried out a mission for the Empire, risking my life countless times! I'm back! I'm finally back!"
This sudden, Oscar-worthy performance left both security personnel stunned.
Is this transformation... really that smooth?
Yamano and Kobayashi exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.
However, this seems to be a good thing.
Yamano cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "Kuroda-kun, we know you've suffered."
"His Excellency the Prime Minister is very concerned about your safety. He is waiting for you inside and wants to see you in person."
"Your Excellency the Prime Minister..."
Kuroda Ryuji was trembling with excitement.
He suddenly stood at attention, wanting to salute, but then, as if remembering something, his expression became somewhat embarrassed and grateful.
He turned around, pointed to Chen You and the others, and said sincerely:
"I was able to come back alive this time entirely thanks to the generous help of these media friends from China."
"They are my saviors, and friends of the Empire!"
"I think I should take them with me to meet His Excellency the Prime Minister so that he can personally thank them."
These words were spoken so matter-of-factly, and so full of emotion.
Chen You, who was listening nearby, almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
After being hit by the "heartbeat," has it unlocked her full acting talent?
Lin Miao and the other two were also amazed, looking at Kuroda Ryuji's face, which was filled with "loyalty" and "excitement".
Recalling his unruly and stubborn demeanor in the secret room, she was momentarily dazed.
This physical brainwashing is so magical!
The two security guards secretly breathed a sigh of relief; the script had indeed been written just like that.
Let's use this as a pretext to lure these Chinese people to the Prime Minister and then take them down in one fell swoop!
Once he understood this, Shan Ye's expression immediately became enthusiastic.
He looked at Chen You and his group, bowed slightly, and said in broken Chinese, "So you are the distinguished guests who helped Mr. Kuroda. My apologies for my rudeness."
"Since he is Kuroda-kun's friend, then he is naturally our friend as well."
"Please come in, His Excellency the Prime Minister has been waiting for quite some time."
He made a "please" gesture, his posture extremely humble, as if he were genuinely inviting a distinguished guest.
Chen You felt nothing; he even felt a little amused.
play.
They can be acted in either.
I love watching you guys so confidently walk into the pit step by step.
He nodded to Kuroda Ryuji and said in an approving tone:
"Mr. Kuroda is indeed a man of great loyalty and integrity. In that case, we shall respectfully comply."