No matter how much Spencer regretted it, things had already happened, and he had to face reality.
Looking at Toru's cold eyes and emotionless smile, Spencer felt as if he had seen his past self in a trance.
Just as Toru said, he had once been a man who was extremely cold, unmoved by external matters, and held absolute conviction.
But under the corruption of power, he had gradually lost those qualities, becoming complicit with others and sacrificing what was uniquely his own to climb higher.
Thinking back to his past self, could words truly make him abandon a decision?
No, impossible. If it were his past self, any words would be pale and powerless. He would not waver because of someone else's words.
Therefore, Toru would definitely kill him. This was his ending, an indisputable ending.
But Spencer was still unwilling. He could not go back to the past. All he wanted now was to beg for a humble life. He did not want to die like this.
Only at this moment did Spencer realize that compared to power and ambition, his own life was the most important.
He pleaded softly, "Adam, you can kill me, but please don't kill my son."
"You are my child, and he is also my child. You are brothers. You should care for each other, not kill each other."
Toru smiled and said, "I'm sorry, my dear adoptive father, but I haven't even met that brother of mine once, let alone spoken a word to him."
"Have you ever seen brothers who don't even know each other? Moreover, we have no blood relation whatsoever. That so-called bond does not exist for me."
Spencer slumped in despair. He lowered his head, muttering as if in a daze, "Adam, are you really going to be so cruel? Are you really going to kill me?"
"I've said enough to you, Spencer. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't say any nonsense at all. I would just finish them off directly."
Toru's tone was calm. "It's precisely because it's you that I've broken some of my habits and calmly said so much nonsense to you."
"Spencer, you should be grateful. At the very least, in the final moments of your life, I gave you a chance to repent."
Spencer's lips trembled, fluttering as if he had Parkinson's. Suddenly, he looked up at Toru, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, "But I don't need to repent! You should be the one repenting, Adam, you beast who wants to kill his own adoptive father!"
He suddenly drew a gun from his waist, aimed it at Toru's forehead, and was about to pull the trigger.
But Toru was faster than him. The moment Spencer drew his gun, Toru had already risen from the sofa and leaned forward, inserting his little finger behind the trigger with extreme precision, preventing Spencer from pulling it.
In the instant Spencer froze, Toru had already snatched the handgun from him. His movements were extremely fast, and he skillfully dismantled the handgun into individual parts.
He held the magazine, stripping out the bullets one by one, and simply watched the stunned Spencer with a smile.
Spencer stared intently at the bullets falling to the ground, as if his hope had been torn apart by Toru and thrown onto the floor.
Spencer slumped back onto the sofa. His final counterattack had failed.
He knew perfectly well that even if he did kill Toru, he definitely would not escape Mary's gun. But before Spencer went to hell, he still wanted to take this rebellious son in front of him with him.
Spencer looked up blankly, offering his final excuse with a forced smile.
"Adam, no matter what, I am still the CIA Director right now."
"If you kill me, it will be a lot of trouble."
Toru shook his head. He took out a small box from his pocket and removed a red-and-white capsule.
"This is a poison. As long as you take it, you will show symptoms of a heart attack. The medical examiner won't be able to find any toxic substances in your body."
"The CIA Director, due to his busy work, for the sake of U.S. national security and the protection of the American people, worked himself to exhaustion, slept very little, and finally died of a sudden heart attack. Isn't that quite reasonable?"
Saying this, Toru got up and grabbed Spencer's jaw.
Spencer struggled hard, but Toru had already stuffed the capsule into his mouth. With a simple twist, he forced him to swallow it under Spencer's despairing gaze.
Spencer was about to say something, but he did not expect the drug to take effect so quickly. Spencer's mouth opened wide, his entire face turned dark purple, and he clutched his heart with both hands.
In extreme pain, foam appeared at his mouth. His body trembled as he fell to the ground, gradually losing his breath.
Toru did not move. He simply kept observing Spencer.
If Spencer was also extremely lucky and shrank after taking APTX4869, then Toru would just have to kill him again.
However, clearly, Spencer did not have that kind of luck. Only a very small number of people shrank after taking this poison.
After waiting a while longer and confirming that Spencer was dead beyond doubt, he finally got up and said to Mary behind him, "Mary, have your subordinates transport his body back to his home in Washington."
"After this, just find someone to discover his body, and let the people of America mourn their loyal CIA Director."
Saying this, Toru walked past Mary with one hand in his pocket and left the hidden room.
Mary looked at Spencer's body and sighed. "The current CIA Director was actually killed by someone else and died so humbly. This is truly the first time in American history..."
Mary said no more. She instructed her subordinates to come in and clean up.
Leaving the underground fortress, Toru arrived on the small island.
At this time, the island was ablaze. The port and airport were burning fiercely, as if to erase all traces of human activity here.
Three attack helicopters were flying away after completing their missions. The submarine Gin was piloting also left under Toru's command.
Such a major incident happening here would soon attract America's attention, especially since the Caribbean Sea was in America's backyard. When that time came, the American military would arrive.
Even if the Black Organization possessed a lot of heavy weaponry, in the face of the real American military, they would still have to flee in disgrace.
Toru also did not stay on the island for long. He ordered all armed personnel to retreat, put on a diving suit himself, and jumped back into the sea.
Soon after, many small motorboats were speeding across the surface of the sea, most of them heading toward a large cargo ship.
But one of the motorboats was heading in the opposite direction.
In the distance, a private yacht was approaching. The motorboat Toru was piloting docked beside the yacht, and he boarded the deck.
Mary also came to this private yacht with Toru.
After the two boarded the yacht, they each went to take a shower.
The yacht's deck had a luxurious swimming pool. Mary removed her makeup, revealing the beautiful appearance of her prime in her twenties.
She wore a bikini swimsuit and sunglasses, revealing a lithe body like a female leopard and a shapely figure like a supermodel.
At this moment, Mary lay on a lounge chair under a parasol, holding a drink in her hand, allowing her dazzling skin to be fully displayed. Her beautiful legs were straight, her calves long and slender, her skin delicate and rosy, her toes dainty, and her figure graceful and exquisite.
Toru, wearing loose shorts, walked out of the yacht cabin. He stood on the deck and stretched.
Around him was a clear sky and the azure sea. Behind him was a luxurious swimming pool and a captivating beauty.
Above this vast ocean, no one would disturb them. It was as if all ethics and morality could be cast aside here, allowing them to indulge to their heart's content.
No wonder those high-ranking European and American officials liked to party on islands and out at sea. Here, they could shed all constraints.
Toru came up behind Mary, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and let his large hands linger on her flat abdomen. He whispered ambiguously into her ear, "Mary, look, we have the sky above us and the sea around us. Are you going to fulfill your promise?"
As he spoke, his free hand untied the bikini straps, revealing Mary's astonishing curves, which he gently toyed with.
(To be continued.)
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