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Chapter 778 Doomsday Declaration, Baijiu, are you ready for the mission?

The night rain poured down heavily, splashing on the old streets. The dim street lights in the distance cut the rain lines into two bleak lights, and the man's figure became increasingly blurred.

Baijiu closed the door, and the outside of the document was not washed by the rain. He hooked the thin rope at the opening with his thumb and wrapped it around the white button in the middle.

He stretched his hand inward and vaguely felt something like a brick, which was a bit heavy. Baijiu moved his wrist, and a book with a yellowed cover appeared in front of him.

Shaking his wrist up and down, Baijiu looked at the title of the book, Homer's epic "The Odyssey". Baijiu pulled a stool over and sat down, then spread the book flat on the table.

"It's not the Bible this time..." Baijiu said to himself.

He opened the book about a third of the way through, and found two film reels hidden underneath. The metal wheels glowed with a cold light.

The old yellow of the book pages and the silver and black of the film are intertwined. There is a long groove device at the top of the roulette wheel, and inside it is a round device the size of a medicated oil.

A display screen, about the size of a USB flash drive, is located on the left side of the circular device.

Baijiu understood the intention: "I didn't expect it to be upgraded this time."

There was a thin needle standing in the middle of the circular device. He pressed his index finger forward without hesitation, and the needle suddenly pierced his finger, leaving a pool of blood inside the circular device.

Baijiu wiped the blood with his thumb. This minor injury was like playing house and was not worth mentioning at all.

After a moment, two lines of text appeared on the screen:

Identity confirmation.

Liquor.

Baijiu looked calm as he adjusted the direction of the book, aimed it at the dark wall in front of him, and blew out the candle on the table.

The display screen, the size of a USB flash drive, instantly turned 90 degrees vertically on the page. The circular device used for blood testing emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the wall.

A black crow logo was projected onto the wall, and through the pages of a book came a familiar robotic male voice: "Good evening, Mr. Baijiu."

"It's been a while since we last met." The robotic male voice greeted politely.

A familiar yet unfamiliar face was projected on the wall. It was the founder of the Syndicate, the anarchist, Solomon Lane.

Unlike last time, his face was covered with stubble growing wildly, like a thorn bush in the wilderness, and his hair was messy, but between his eyebrows, there was an almost crazy stubbornness.

It's still chilling. Although he looks old, he looks like a demon rising from the abyss. Even through the screen, you can see the hatred and disdain for order in his eyes.

The robotic male voice continued, "Since you captured him three weeks ago, his absence from the world stage has had unexpected consequences. The Syndicate, the renegade secret service organization he leads, continues to wreak havoc across the globe."

"And they imposed various crimes on the organization. At the same time, more and more members of the organization were recruited by Solomon Lane to join this sick organization."

On the projection screen, several faces quickly appeared in the identification box. They were all members of the syndicate and had a certain status and voice in the winery before the rebellion.

"The Tokyo Special Operations Division has been relentlessly pursuing Ryan's terrorist network." As he spoke, more and more figures appeared in the background.

Then, a scene full of solemnity appeared on the projection screen. A group of armed members were squatting on the ground, forming a semicircle.

His face was deliberately covered, with a smile on his face. He stepped on a pile of corpses. Baijiu squinted his eyes and saw the crow icon on the shoulder of the corpse.

Suddenly I realized that these members were all members of the syndicate.

This picture was sent to the winery by the syndicate with the sole purpose of provoking, looking down on the winery and disregarding life.

Among the corpses, there were not only the winery members, but also many civilians.

Seeing this, two blue veins popped up on Baijiu's forehead and he clenched his fists. However, having experienced many big scenes, he was very calm. He would kill Ryan with his own hands.

The robotic male voice continued, "But many are still missing and at large. They are the remnants of this extremist separatist organization, who call themselves 'Apostles.'"

Then, a world map appeared on the screen, with red dots appearing everywhere on the map. From sparse at the beginning, they suddenly exploded exponentially.

This is exactly the development process of the syndicate. Ryan was able to make the syndicate so big. In addition to his own mouth, there must be senior executives in the organization who secretly supported him.

This senior official must have a high status. At least he holds great power, owns and controls a large amount of resources, and has very good relations with government departments of various countries and has unbreakable personal relationships.

Recently, Baijiu and Vermouth received the highest operational order from Karasuma Renya to carry out a special operation called "Dawn" to catch the traitor within the organization's senior management.

After layers of investigation, Baijiu quickly targeted Rum and Champagne. Looking at the entire organization, only these two people, the second and third in command, could control a large amount of resources.

However, it is only suspicion. As for finding substantial evidence, it is a long and arduous journey given the unpredictable situation today.

It can be said with certainty that both of them are beginning to feel restless. The organization has been making small moves continuously during this period, and it seems that they are all testing Karasuma Renya's bottom line.

The robotic male voice continued, "They're employing a 'terrorist-for-hire' strategy, making them a greater threat. They're hiring members with excellent organizational skills to carry out missions for them. This was their most recent mission."

"It was their handiwork that caused the smallpox outbreak in Kashmir, an area controlled by India, which is on the border between China and Pakistan."

"You have to remember this, Baijiu." Although the voice was mechanical and ruthless, Baijiu could clearly feel that the tone had become serious and harsh. He didn't know if it was due to a psychological effect.

"This threatens one-third of the world's population. The epidemic has been brought under control, but intelligence shows that a new client has hired an apostle."

"They are here to carry out a larger operation. This person has contacted them. According to investigation, this person once spent some time in the organization's African branch."

"However, due to the backward equipment and chaotic system there, no more substantial clues were left. We only know that he was an unidentified extremist."

"His code name is 'John Lark'."

As he spoke, another huge document appeared on the wall, covered in dense text. "He wrote this Doomsday Manifesto, calling on people to destroy the current world order. According to an investigation by a member codenamed Kiel."

"The disappearance of Niedbroek, a Norwegian nuclear weapons expert, is related to Lark."

A string of blood-red words appeared on the wall.

“Without going through hardship first.”

"There will be no peace."