Creech paid more attention to the secret research institute and the Ishida family.
In fact, he was very curious about what the research institute was doing to revive Ishida Shiro, who was on the verge of death.
Based on the information that Creech had obtained, Ishida Shiro was really going to die of old age, not because of an illness.
If the research institute wanted to save people, they had to extend the old man's lifespan.
How many people didn't like lifespan? It was especially so for a powerful and wealthy person like Creech, who wouldn't be indifferent.
He felt that this was also the reason why America valued the secret research institute so much.
Luke, on the other hand, wasn't very interested in extending his lifespan.
After all, he had the Kunlun Qi Refinement Technique and the dragon bones, which had no side effects, and Life One, which required long-term research, could also extend one's lifespan.
But he was interested in secret research. Naturally, he had to get the two parties to meet as soon as possible, and get some information for the research institute.
Thinking that, he sent Ivan a message with Big Dipper with an address.
It was a safe house that he had set up in the past two days, and there was a mental remote control terminal inside.
Ivan could "go online" there.
In a luxury suite of a hot spring hotel in Dingshan Creek, Ivan's ears twitched after a crisp 'ding dong' sound. He woke up from his half-asleep state.
Pushing away the warm bodies on either side of him, he got out of bed and took out his phone from his pocket.
In the bathroom, he pressed the round control button on his phone and aimed his eyes at the screen to verify his fingerprint and retina.
The phone entered the hidden interface, and a new message appeared on the screen.
He clicked on it.
He looked at it for a moment. With his superb mental arithmetic ability, he didn't even need a pen, paper, or a password book. He combined some letters in his head and got an address.
Taking a deep breath, he closed the hidden interface, walked out of the bathroom, and quickly put on his clothes.
Looking at the two women on the bed, he smacked his lips and couldn't help but recall the "service fee."
So, he took twenty thousand dollars from a Hermes bag and a Chanel bag next to the bed and smiled in satisfaction. "It's finally my turn to take the rich lady's money."
“sugar，Yes，
't
you
come
and
put
it
down
on
Me … "Ivan hummed a song as he pushed open the door leisurely.
…
At night, Luke picked up someone from the research institute at an intersection in Meguro.
The other party didn't get out of the car. Instead, he called to inform him that he could go to Ishida Chitian's house.
Luke gestured for his driver to drive off and clicked his tongue inwardly. The director of this research institute really had a personality. He didn't even give face to Creech, the local gangster from Japan.
Unlike Kreacher, he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he was very happy.
Someone who didn't give face to Creech couldn't be a small fry, right?
The higher the style, the higher the score. This was very likely.
Besides, there were at least a thousand lives at the research institute, and it would be worth tens of thousands of credits at the very least. Naturally, Luke had to give this big fish some face.
Soon, the two cars drove into a traditional neon courtyard in the Platinum Terrace.
Luke wasn't good at art, but he knew that the garden had taken a lot of care. The cost of maintaining it was enough to bankrupt an ordinary millionaire.
Moreover, in a high-class residential area like the Platinum Terrace, having such a large courtyard was of a much higher class than having a building.
Getting out of the car in the courtyard, Luke found that he, the fake minister, had been left behind again.
The research institute's car didn't follow him at all. It went straight to the other side.
Luke raised an eyebrow. Creech was an idiot. Didn't he know that the two parties were communicating in private? He deserved to be killed by Luke's own stupidity.
The two parties had sent Creech here as a guarantor, but to put it bluntly, he was just "collateral."
The research institute's meaning was: We'll keep Minister Ke under control. If anything happened, you can do whatever you want.
Luke couldn't help but laugh when he thought of that.
The two young maids in kimonos stopped in confusion. Looking at Luke, who had suddenly stopped, they raised their heads at the night sky. "Sir, this way, please."
The night sky of Tokyo was filled with neon lights, and it was impossible to see the stars clearly.
Luke lowered his head and adjusted his yellow polarizer before he smiled. "Oh, okay."
In the night sky, an invisible medium-sized drone was cruising slowly as it controlled a large number of mini drones to monitor every part of the courtyard.
On a five-story building two hundred meters away, a transparent shadow was also observing the situation. It sent Luke a message in passing: There are a lot of people, and they're scattered. It won't be easy to kill them all.
Maintaining his smile, Luke replied: Because this isn't the target, please don't be so proactive.
Ivan yawned and didn't say anything else.
He just had nothing better to do.
The Bat Squad never attacked the innocent. There were a lot of ordinary servants and staff here, and he definitely couldn't kill them all.
It was just that he didn't like the maids' kimonos. "Why are they covering so much? Hm, but there's nothing else in those two bathrobes today. These kimonos are more or less the same style. Should we find a pretty one to check later? "
Luke didn't know. Ivan was already a man who had completely gone astray, and was actually bored enough to think about such things.
He was following two maids to a tearoom.
The maid opened the door and gestured for him to take off his shoes.
Looking at the decorations in the room, Luke raised an eyebrow. "There aren't any chairs here?"
Stumped for a moment, the maid hesitated. "Well, I don't think so."
Luke nodded. "Oh, I sprained my ankle when I was walking recently. Please give me a cushion."
The two maids looked at each other, but still took out a cushion.
Luke took the cushion and put it on the edge of the corridor, before he sat down outside the tea room.
The corridor was forty centimeters from the ground in the courtyard, and it felt like sitting on a stool.
He nodded in satisfaction. "Okay, tea is ready."
The maid: "… Please wait a moment, sir."
One of the maids turned around and left, while the other stood a few meters away and didn't say anything.
Luke wasn't looking for trouble, but he really wasn't used to sitting cross-legged or kneeling.
Also, it wasn't a good idea for him to take off his shoes.
His shoes were a set of nano armor that he had personally made himself. How could he give them to the other party?
It was pure nonsense to say that a guest should follow the host's wishes.
He had been used as a decoration tonight, so it was normal for Minister Kreich to be a little displeased.
The other party should be satisfied that he could sit here.
Very soon, the tea was served.
This time, the other party clearly knew that Minister Kreich wasn't in a good mood, so they didn't fool him with some Japanese tea ceremony. Instead, they served him black tea, which Americans and Europeans were very familiar with, with fresh milk and sugar.
From that, it could be seen that the Ishida family wasn't unprepared.
If he listened to their arrangements, they wouldn't give him preferential treatment just because he was obedient.
Luke unhurriedly poured himself a cup of tea and smiled inwardly. Japanese, have you finally remembered that I'm your American daddy?
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