“That's right.” Byrrh smiled silently, her eyes twinkling playfully before she let out a cold sneer that seemed almost like disgust—directed at her Child: “You should have guessed, shouldn't you?”
I used a 'Silver Bullet'.
Pausing, the woman silently looked toward the Bedroom.
A few years ago, that slightly younger Child looked at her while gasping for breath, calling for Mother through tears, her breathing so weak it seemed she might stop at any moment.
To be precise, it was the semi-finished 'Silver Bullet'.
When she escaped the Black Organization, those research contents were divided into four parts, ensuring they wouldn't all be seized by the Organization at once.
As far as she knew, two copies had already been taken by the Black Organization, while the other two had vanished without a trace.
—This is already a very good Result, much better than what they had originally anticipated.
One of them was with her.
Meanwhile, there were also three tubes of the semi-finished product 'Silver Bullet' researched by the Old researcher's adopted son—who was also her senior fellow apprentice.
Actually, I don't want to save him at all.
Byrrh thought.
She hated those two children to her core; they were the proof of her shame.
However, at that time, the older brother of the twins had already stopped breathing, lying quietly on the bed, unable to open his eyes ever again.
When the younger twin struggled to open his dark eyes to look at her, a faint, joyful smile curling at the corners of his mouth, as if contentedly calling out, "Mother.."
When the Child shook her head slightly, her pale lips devoid of any color, her every breath tinged with the shadow of Death, yet still struggling to tell her, "Mother, don't feel Guilt, it's my fault, I didn't wear enough clothes when I went out to play."
When he used all his strength to force out a strained smile, large beads of sweat seeping from his forehead and dripping one by one onto the quilt, saying, "I know Mother hates me and Brother.. because we aren't the children Mother wanted.. but Brother and I are both very good.. very good.."
Mother.. can you, please, hold me?
She finally reached out with trembling hands, slowly touching the Child.
She finally left the house, holding the Child, without looking back.
She finally.. she finally took out the Silver Bullet, something she thought she would never use in her entire life.
Ordinary medicine cannot save this Child; sending her to the Hospital is already too late—only the 'Silver Bullet', the mysterious drug that the Black Organization has meticulously researched for years and is claimed to be able to "bring the dead back to life," can save her.
She could only take a gamble.
“..”
Mrs. Aida blinked, his expression momentarily dazed by memories of the past. However, the woman soon composed herself, looking up with a light smile as she asked, "How did you find out? Your age shouldn't have allowed for that."
After all, it was a research semi-finished product 'Silver Bullet'; no one had ever attempted it before.
Perhaps because the god of luck favored this poor child a little, he did not die, but—
Even though he looks to be in her twenties already.." Borse replied unhurriedly, "However, her teeth reveal quite a bit of information.
That's right, this was the side effect.
Although that child survived, she is aging twice as fast as an ordinary person—and recently, the trend has been accelerating even more.
Similarly, the side effects of Silver Bullet affected his brain, to the point that he has now become an Idiot [male].
“Nobita..” Borse repeated the name with a faint, ambiguous smile, then looked toward Mrs. Aida and said softly, “Is this the new name you gave him?”
Mrs. Aida did not speak.
After a long silence, she let out a cold laugh.
Impossible?
The woman pushed herself up from the ground with her hands, then used the momentum to slowly stand up, looking down at Borse with an expression as cold as ice.
“Saving him was more than enough—I still despise those two children.”
"However—" the Woman trailed off, a slow smile curling her lips.
Her gaze was somewhat ethereal, like a swallow that had not yet returned to its nest, fluttering lightly in the air.
“Do me one more favor, I will give you everything you want.” She looked at the Black-haired youth silently, her voice a low plea.
..
He continued to watch Mrs. Aida silently, watching this woman who had been toyed with by Fate, suddenly he really wanted to ask her, do you have any regrets.
The woman laughed loudly.
This was the second time in her life she had felt such exhilaration.
The first time was when she had just broken away from the Organization.
At that time, she was only just in her early twenties. Although she was talented, she was still just an ordinary researcher, working under her Senior.
She was an orphan who had lost both her Parents [female] at a young age, growing up in an orphanage secretly supported by the Black Organization. After skipping grades to complete her postgraduate studies, she had originally thought she could escape the control of the orphanage and step into a life of her own, only to be caught off guard by the sudden confrontation with darkness.
She hated the Black Organization.
Everything is available within the Black Organization—money, power, fine liquor, beauties.. as long as you have the ability, everything is within reach.
However, it had no warmth, no rebellion, no conscience, and.. no freedom.
After that, she escaped the Black Organization. Even though she suffered so much, even though she lived in a massive lie for over ten whole years, even though even he himself felt that his defection would have resulted in a much better ending..
She did not regret leaving the Black Organization.
Byrrh slowly closed her eyes.
This was the reason she had never chosen to seek revenge; even when she had been coerced in the past, she had not reported it to the police—all to avoid exposing his identity.
A faint chuckle escaped the woman's lips, her thoughts were clearly conveyed to Borse.
Borse remained silent.
He slightly lowered his eyes, a faint, ethereal sigh escaped from his cold, hard lips.
Then he suddenly attacked, rising up to charge.
..
The Black-haired youth's actions were unexpected by everyone, for a moment, everyone froze in place, including Nana, who had been keeping an eye on Borse.
However, this was within the woman's expectations.
The Youth's speed was immense, almost like a bolt of black lightning, his presence was like a Black Panther on the hunt, arriving at Mrs. Aida's side in an instant.
He reached out with his right hand and gripped the arm of Mrs. Aida's hand that was holding the knife with such force that a shallow red mark quickly appeared on her skin.
Mrs. Aida frowned slightly in pain.
In the blink of an eye, she quickly took a syringe from her coat pocket.
Considering Mrs. Aida's background in medicinal chemistry, everyone was startled by the sight, Nana's face was even more pale and distraught at this moment.
Her eyes widened involuntarily, her gaze piercing with shock, as she cried out in a dazed, agonizing scream, "No—!"
Borse, however, was not flustered.
Even if he knew Mrs. Aida's capabilities better than anyone else present.
The Black-haired youth wrapped one arm around Little boy Lai, causing his other hand to quickly release Mrs. Aida, used the momentum to give her a push on her shoulder. Mrs. Aida, whose legs were already not very nimble, stumbled under the massive reactionary force from the Black-haired youth, staggering backward several steps.
Although it might be a bit unfair to say, Nana had to admit that seeing the Black-haired youth escape danger truly made her breathe a sigh of relief.
However, in a place where no one was watching, at the moment Borse placed her hand on Mrs. Aida's shoulder, hidden by her broad shoulders, something was silently slipped into her hand by Mrs. Aida.
The woman's pitch-black, translucent eyes gazed at him quietly.
Even though she had clearly reached a dead end, even though an abyss lay before her eyes, there was still light in her eyes.
In the blink of an eye, Borse heard the woman's words—so incredibly faint, like a mere breath; so incredibly fast, that if she hadn't been paying close attention, she almost would have missed them.
“Help me.. take care of.. him.”
Everyone knew exactly who "he" referred to.
Borse said nothing.
The deal was already done, so there was really no need to say anything, especially since it wasn't one of the Woman's terms for the exchange.
However, somehow, having learned everything, a strange and subtle palpitation suddenly surged in his chest—so faint that it could almost not affect anything.
—Almost.
So, as if possessed, he nodded silently.
Byrrh suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of a satisfied smile appearing in her eyes, to the point where even the calm and indifferent expression she had used as a disguise showed a flicker of pleasure.
She silently closed her eyes.
Soon, it will all come to an end.
..
The woman who had lost her hostage was quickly surrounded. Out of sympathy for him, the Police maintained a relatively gentle stance, though they did not lower their guns.
Takagi Wataru continued to persuade her.
However, the woman did not want to hear any of that.
He gave a soft laugh, amidst the commotion of Everyone, Mrs. Aida decisively turned the needle and plunged it fiercely into his other wrist.
The Little boy was freed and held in the arms of the Black-haired youth, his eyes filled with terror, clearly still shaken by the ordeal.
Borse watched the scene before her without showing any emotion.
The feel of the two USB drives in his hands told him that he had already obtained what he wanted.
All he had to do was watch.
Byrrh must not be allowed to be arrested alive by the Police—he had known this for a long time.
Even if he didn't act, Vermouth would.
However, the woman chose to act herself—or perhaps, she had some other Target.
Don't waste your energy." The Woman gave a cold glance at the group of Officers at the crime scene, then slumped to the ground as if exhausted, letting out a mocking sneer. "Do you know what this is?
Byrrh waved the syringe in her hand triumphantly.
The lipstick on her lips was now smudged, making her red lips appear even more grotesque. Her neatly arranged black hair was now a mess, with several loose strands falling over her eyes, her cheeks were flushed with excitement.