Mobius Laboratory.
Inside the laboratory, Blanca waved the form in her hand, excitedly saying to Mobius:
"Doctor, this quarter's research budget has been allocated. We can eat something good now."
Looking at the zeros behind the amount on the budget approval form, Mobius was in an exceptionally good mood. Or rather, she had been in a good mood for the past two months.
The bureaucratic system that originally made things difficult for her at every turn had, for some unknown reason, been extremely respectful to her during this time, basically granting every request.
The various tedious reporting processes that used to exist now basically got approved the same day, as if the entire organizational structure had been replaced.
"Not bad. Since the budget has come down, let's go out for a good meal tonight."
When Mobius said this, she saw Blanca's face become extremely happy.
This made Mobius feel a little guilty, since she had been eating instant noodles with her for two months... this life was indeed a bit bleak.
Sigh, let's have a good meal tonight to compensate her.
Mobius sighed inwardly, then turned her attention to another more important matter.
"Since the research budget has been approved, we can post a task on the Poison Cocoon organization to doxx that hateful cliffhanger author."
Thinking of the mental exhaustion caused by curiosity during this period, Mobius was quite resentful.
Seeing the resentment on the doctor's face, Blanca knew that what she had decided was basically impossible to pull back. As an assistant, she could only try to complete it better.
So she asked: "So Doctor, how much bounty should we post?"
According to the type of task, the Poison Cocoon organization had a minimum quote for accepting tasks.
Beyond this base, for every additional amount of funding, the Poison Cocoon organization would promise to deploy more resources.
Then the task completion speed would be faster, and the quality would be better.
Generally speaking, tasks like finding people, finding dogs, or catching mistresses were much cheaper than killing jobs.
Hearing this, Mobius looked at this quarter's allocated research budget, showed a confident smile, and directly allocated 100 million from it.
"This should be enough."
Blanca was shocked when she saw the amount she allocated.
"Doctor, it's not necessary, not necessary to use this much!" She earnestly persuaded. "The price for finding people is generally between tens of thousands to a hundred thousand. Even those with special backgrounds wouldn't reach a million."
"So Blanca, do you think this guy would be an ordinary person?"
"..."
To the stunned Blanca, Mobius said: "Someone who can produce this level of knowledge definitely can't be an ordinary person."
"But Doctor, whether they can find the person is something Poison Cocoon needs to consider. We don't need to save money for them, do we?"
To this, Mobius pressed Blanca's shoulder, showing an alluring smile at the corner of her mouth.
"I don't care about money. I just want to get what I want from his hands as quickly as possible, the sooner the better."
Blanca was speechless.
"Doctor, you didn't say that when we had no money before..."
Soon, with Mobius's payment transfer, a task offering 100 million appeared in the Poison Cocoon organization's system.
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At a hospital in the Far East.
Sakura stood in front of the hospital room, raising and lowering her hand on the door handle several times.
Today, she wore a proper office lady outfit, her soft pink long hair meticulously groomed, and even wore light makeup on her face.
She looked just like an urban professional woman who had just gotten off work from the company.
But whenever she wore this outfit, Sakura had a feeling of not daring to face her sister directly.
Because she knew that her so-called identity as a company executive in front of her sister was just a disguise.
Her real identity was an assassin who couldn't see the light of day, whose hands were stained with countless blood.
No matter how much she comforted herself, Sakura knew she had been deceiving her sister who admired her.
Whenever her sister boasted to others about how successful her older sister was, she would feel a stabbing pain in her heart.
Especially when meeting her sister's admiring gaze, her heart felt like it was being strangled and couldn't beat.
Sakura's heart was bitter. If she had any choice, how could she have come to this point?
Her sister was seriously ill, and the daily treatment costs were an astronomical figure.
To keep her sister alive, she needed money, lots and lots of money.
But as two orphaned sisters with no one to rely on, Sakura's only way to make money was the martial arts she had learned since childhood.
Therefore, she became an emotionless assassin.
Kill people, then take money to pay for her sister's treatment costs.
She had walked this path all the way.
By now, she no longer struggled with so-called right and wrong.
Her only purpose in living was hoping her sister could live happily, that's all.
As for everything else, she as the older sister would bear it.
Perhaps one day in the future, she would die on a mission, but before that, her sister could live well.
This was what Sakura believed.
But unfortunately, sometimes fate's downhill road was so sudden that people couldn't prepare.
Standing in front of the hospital room, Sakura took out her communicator and looked at her bank account balance that had been almost completely emptied.
Although she didn't know how many times she had checked it, Sakura still felt her vision go dark, as if the entire sky was about to collapse.
Before last month, she had always been the top performer in the Poison Cocoon organization, with achievements far exceeding her peers.
Killing people, finding cats, catching mistresses—she could complete everything 100% without ever failing.
But last month, after taking the job to kidnap Eden, she suffered a shameful failure. Her rating dropped one level, and her commission after completing tasks was greatly reduced.
And at this time, misfortune never comes alone. The Honkai energy weapon she rented from the organization was also lost at the battle site, and she incurred a debt to the organization.
By now, her savings balance had been emptied, and she even owed the organization money.
The reason she was hesitating in front of her sister's hospital room, not daring to push the door open.
Was because she didn't know how to tell her sister.
—She no longer had money to pay for her sister's treatment costs next month.
Sakura painfully closed her eyes. Despair was rushing in from all directions. She was at her wit's end.
"If there really is a so-called god in this world, please show me a way out..."
Just as Sakura was thinking this, perhaps there really was some power in the unseen responding to her prayer.
"Ding!"
The communicator in her hand vibrated.
['Kill-Em' platform reminds you, assassin 'Spade 4', you have a new task waiting to be accepted.]
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