Chapter 285 – #3-4 the Boss Hates His Subordinates (1)
Thump thump throb
Thump thump throb
Thump thump throb
Hurry.
Come on come on
Come on, you have to get away.
Should be a little farther away.
Spade, who came out of the captain’s office, tried to get away from No. 13 with a quick step.
I went upstairs to the lodging floor and entered the wrong door lock several times with trembling hands as if I was excited, and finally got inside.
Quaang,And hurriedly shut the door.
Spade leaned against the door.
‘What… Ji… ? What is it… ?’
Pounding, doing
The sound of a heart beating loudly resounds.
The sound of my heart is so strong that I can’t get out of my ears… It doesn’t seem like it, though.
But anyway, Spade, who is sensitive to his own body condition, was in a state where he could feel that there was something wrong.
My heart raced, my body temperature slightly rose, and I felt as if my eyes were floating.
Ever since I was held in the arms of #13, it has been like this ever since.
Even now, after being separated from #13, instead of sinking, it seems to be getting stronger…
‘Heat… Did I do it?’
‘The arms of No. 13… Just thinking about it… Continue, continue…’
Number 13’s arms were strong.
A wide and strong arms, different from those of himself or his colleagues, as if reaffirming that he is a man.
The arm that hugged him was firm, and his voice, heard from close by, was thick and powerful even in a quiet tone.
To be honest, Spade had already admitted that No. 13’s voice was good.
Listening to it at close range made me feel as if my ears were about to reach an orgasm on their own.
The heat of the body increases.
The heat of the body increases.
Heat rises from the body.
When I was embraced by No. 13 a while ago.
Just when #13 whispered to me.
A little while ago, when No. 13 comforted me.
From then on, ever.
‘I, calm down… !’
‘Nonsense… I can’t do this… The child, the child… !’
No. 13, the worst villain for Spade, who is like an enemy.
Spade must hate him to the end.
Spade must hate him forever.
It should be.
I have to…
But when he got his consolation.
An absurdly deep sense of relief, sadness, joy, and joy welled up…
“X feet… Nonsense… I must be crazy… ! Wake… ! It’s crazy… It’s crazy…”
“It’s because of brainwashing… It’s clear that… X feet… No. 13 You rotten bastard… !”
“Calm down, I mean, sober up! That bastard, that bastard… !”
Spade patted her on the cheek, and even so, she sighed at the sound of Number 13’s arms still flashing back in her head, and squatted down in despair on the spot.
Spade didn’t get his mind right for a while, but it wasn’t enough, so it was only after he fell asleep for a while and woke up.
It was only then that she was able to escape the spell of #13, which kept popping up in her mind and tormenting her.
What the hell was it…
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The hideout of the villain organization [Abyss], The boss’s office.
Violet, who was sitting there alone, was still in a state of confusion and couldn’t get her hands on the job properly.
‘I still haven’t figured out who the owner of the note is.’
Violet’s gaze went to one corner of the desk.
There is a piece of paper that I have kept carefully so as not to lose it.
The very note that was placed in front of his door.
A mysterious note with a number and a brief message, from which it is unknown who sent it.
Who actually put that note?
I can’t quite figure out what the intention was for writing such a thing, and Violet can’t help but feel bad about it.
First of all, it was confirmed that it was not the most suspicious Apple, and this was evidenced by the CCTV records that Dorothy showed.
At the time Violet is away, no one comes close to her room.
It wasn’t even number 13.
Then.
If so, who the hell would have left such a note?
No, how and what method was he able to leave the camera’s view and leave a note in front of his room?
The more you know, the more elements that cannot be dismissed as simple pranks.
Normally, he would have consulted with his trusted subordinate and partner, No. 13, but he couldn’t discuss this with the guy who has been holding a grudge against him and trying to keep his distance.
Thinking that far, Violet wiggled her legs like a child getting annoyed.
‘… No. 13, that bastard.’
‘I went to the 7th division from this morning. That keut.’
The boss was put in this situation, but he wasn’t quick to notice, and 13th left the 7th division today to play Tangja Tangja.
I resent No. 13 a lot, and I get a fever.
As for No. 13, he left in the name of ‘checking the state of brainwashing’, but it was clear that he was avoiding the boss because he was uncomfortable and that he wanted to sexually harass the beautiful ladies of the 7th Division.
——That pervert child.
The things with #13 that would normally not have bothered him, he’s very upset right now.
A little angry, he’s so annoyed with the guy who only cares about other women and not himself.
While he said he would only look at himself.
He promised to devote his whole life to his allegiance.
I mean, if you treated them harshly, is it right to leave them unattended like a sack of barley borrowed in this way?
Of course, Violet was also a bit harsh.
But he didn’t do something that would break the trust between the two of them with No. 13.
Trying to feed him brainwashed coffee.
He even apologized himself, although he says that his head went crazy for a moment.
In addition to that, as if she herself thought that this was not the case, right before Violet drank the coffee, she said “No” And blocked it with her hand.
In any case, the very fact of having done such a thing is that there is no going back to the old relationship in a normal way.
Worries a lot
Worries a lot
Worries a lot
“… I don’t know.”
So, after thinking and thinking.
I also concluded that there would be no progress at this rate.
There are no clues.
I can’t guess.
The only remaining clue is the note left here.
Violet pulled out a note from the desk and examined its contents again.
Own brother.
A sentence that you know the culprit who killed your beloved brother.
And below that sentence, a list of numbers that appear to be cell phone numbers are lined up.
If you call, the location of this side will be transmitted… To say something like that, it can be assumed that the location of this side has already been exposed from the time this note was inserted in the first place.
Then, besides that, what are the risks of calling this number…
‘I don’t know.’
‘What the other person wants.’
The staff was still on business trips, and Dorothy answered all the risks, from small to large, but they were so detailed that it was hard to pick one out.
If there was No. 13, I could have judged more calmly.
If there was No. 13, it would have guided Violet a little more.
If there was number 13.
If there was number 13.
If there was No. 13…
“…”
Violet reached out, picked up the smartphone she had left on her desk, and entered the number written on the note.
Well, I can’t help it
Just worrying like this won’t change anything.
I’m sure there won’t be any conclusions, and this note itself isn’t a matter that can be overlooked in many ways.
If there had been No. 13, he might have drawn a more sober conclusion, or had No. 13 risked contacting him instead.
Well, what can I do?
Number 13 is not here.
‘Come to think of it, from the time I escaped with that guy that day.’
‘From then on, she was with him all the time.’
Let’s call the number on the note,Torr A basic call tone was heard.
I listened to the phone call and thought about number 13.
Even after establishing this organization, there were many twists and turns, but at least thanks to No. 13 being by my side, I was never alone.
After that, even when he recruited Dorothy as a staff member and increased the number of members, there was no one to exchange complete trust with and even spend his life with like No. 13.
No matter what happened, she always consulted with No. 13 first, and No. 13 did his best in everything to meet Violet’s expectations.
Calling Violet’s right-hand man, or half, has been an active activity that would not be enough…
Turrrr— turrrr—
Click
And after a while.
[Hello, Violet, the boss of the villain organization [Abyss]. Nice to meet you.]
[I’ve been waiting for your contact.]
After a few dry calls waiting to be heard, a stranger’s voice was heard over the smartphone speaker…
