I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

“Idiot!”

In Nippon, inside the Yoto Government Building and the Defense Ministry’s office, Defense Minister Nakatani angrily dropped the document to the ground.

“What’s going on with Takeda Pharmaceutical? Didn’t we tell them to tone it down since the last meeting?”

The assistant stood by the door and didn’t dare to make a sound.

After a while, Nakaya Ryo finally vented out his anger. He took a deep breath.

“Go and fetch me the Chairman of Takeda Pharmaceutical!”

“Yes …” The assistant nodded before quickly turning around.

…

At the same time, Takeda Pharmaceutical’s building was turned in a chaos. The tragedy that took place on the Royal Caribbean cruise ship left the entire world in panic again because of the name T virus. As early as six months ago, CIB began to pay attention to the name Takeda Pharmaceutical, Takeda has been very careful, and with the Defense Ministry’s help, even the UA didn’t manage to collect any evidence.

Takeda’s board of directors had pressured President Hiroshi Tanimura many times and demanded that he strictly restrict the operation of the Kurofune. Including limiting the supply of raw materials, scrutinizing funding applications, sending inspectors to monitor the laboratories, and other moves to curtail the organization.

If City K’s actions were exposed, Hiroshi Tanimura probably won’t be able to save his own life, let alone all the members of the board which may be trialed by the International Tribunal for crime against humanity.

However, just last month, Tanaka suddenly disappeared on his way home from work.

This scared the Takeda’s board of directors. They initially thought it was CIB that made the arrest and thought the company’s secrets have been exposed. It was not after investigation did they realize that CIB knew nothing.

Luckily, Tanimura immediately ordered the company to search for the whereabouts of this man in the entire Nippon region. But he did not expect that only in a month’s time, the missing Tanaka already went abroad and created a major headline.

“Where is Tanaka?” It was already the tenth time Tanimura asked this question.

“We haven’t found him yet,” said the vice president anxiously. “I have contacted all the associations that have relations with us and launched all the underground forces we can use to search for his whereabouts, but …”

“A bunch of useless tools,” Tanimura screamed, his fingers trembling as they moved toward his temples.

From the day Tanaka disappeared, he realized the situation was turning south, but he didn’t think it would actually happen.

[Damn, where did that guy find the raw materials!]

As the chairman of Takeda Pharmaceutical, Tanimura certainly read the T virus synthesis formula. Producing one gram of virus concentrate requires at least one kilogram of methaconeone, the raw materials that could be used are bath salt, or Arabic tea. But regardless, they are all prohibited items!

Tanimura’s brow twisted together.

“President, what are we going to do now?” The vice president said, trembling violently.

“Delete all the research data and all the relevant information of Kurofune from the company’s database.”

Takeda Pharmaceutical had been on CIB’s suspected list, and with this tragedy of at least 27 UA citizens dying on the cruise ship, CIB would no longer be concerned with their method of investigation. Presumably even if the Nippon government intends to intervene and protect Takeda Pharmaceutical, CIB would infiltrate the company through special means.

Since the secret could no longer be protected, then they must completely destroy it!

Although it is research worth 500 million US Dollar, it was nothing compared to the market value of 10 billion.

Then, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

The two stopped talking, exchanged eye contact, and then Tanimura said,

“Please come in.”

It was Tanimura’s assistant

Tanimura frowned, looking at the assistant.

“Did I not say, no matter what happens, before my conversation with the vice president ends, do not disturb me?”

“But… It is the Defense Minister’s phone call.”

With a long sigh, Tanimura asked.

“What did Nakatani say?”

“He said go see him after work,” the assistant carefully responded

“Where??” Tanimura asked.

“Yoto Metropolitan Hotel.”

In the hotel rather than the government building. It seemed to be a secretive meeeting.

Of course, the virus-related event was certainly not suitable to be discussed in the office, especially at this sensitive moment.

After work, Tanimura stepped into his Honda and headed for the Yoto Metropolitan Hotel.

After two traffic lights and turning a corner, he slowed down.

There seemed to be a traffic accident in front which caused a serious traffic jam.

Tanimura looked at his watch as the agreed time was inching closer and began to feel anxious. He slapped hard on the steering wheel twice, but the cars in the front had no response. From the scene, the traffic accident seemed very serious and couldn’t be cleared within a short period of time.

Tanimura sighed, took out his phone, and called the minister, but for some strange reasons, the phone call couldn’t be made.

Of course, the president of Takeda Pharmaceutical didn’t have the courage to stand up against the Defense Minister. He hesitated for a moment, then parked the car on the side of the road and walked across two streets before he stopped a taxi.

“To Yoto Metropolitan Hotel.”

“Ok,” The driver replied.

The car ride was smooth. Tanimura leaned on the chair and loosened the tie around his neck. Through the mirror, he saw the face of the driver. A delicate face with a ponytail; she looked pure.

“Where are you from?” Tanimura asked casually.

“Nago.”

“Nago. I heard a lot of beautiful girls come from there.” Tanimura flirted.

“Oh, sir, you sure do know how to joke.” The driver smiled politely.

Tanimura didn’t seem to mind the lack of interest from the beauty. He introduced himself.

“My name is Tanimura, and if you read the news regularly, you must know me.”

“… Oh it is Mr. Tanimura.” The driver looked surprised. “I heard you are the … chairman of Takeda Pharmaceutical?

Extremely satisfied with the beauty’s admiration, Tanimura smiled.

He knew too well those who came to work in Yoto from other places, especially the girls who look like they just graduated. They live in a single apartment, sleep on a few square meters of tatami, take over half an hour of subway a day to go to work in the city, and can not resist the temptation to take part in adult films…

Especially this type of beautiful girl, the agents looking for “actress” brokers would not overlook her.

“Can I know your name?”

“Shinanoha.”

“Shinanoha… beautiful name.” Tanimura smiled and said with sincerity, “If you have any inconveniences in life, please contact me. This is my business card. There are my phone number and address on top.”

Of course, the address was not his home, but a mansion he bought elsewhere.

Tanimura put the card in the box behind the stopper.

A smile appeared on Shinanoha’s face as she turned the steering wheel to turn a corner.

“Thank you. I think I’ll be able to become good friends with Mr. Tanimura.”

Her words made Tanimura’s mind turn wild as he thought he had a chance, so he began to chat with his new female friend.

Time flew, but they still didn’t reach Yoto Metropolitan Hotel.

Tanimura looked at his watch and glanced at the time; ten more minutes before the agreed on time.

Looking at the more and more scattered buildings, he frowned slightly. “Is this the direction to Yoto Metropolitan Hotel?”

“There is a traffic jam on the major highway so I have to go through the shortcut,” Shinanoha politely said.

Suddenly, Tanimura realized something was wrong. He pulled out his phone to open the map app. However, he didn’t receive the 4G signal.

“Please do not worry, Mr. Tanimura -”

“Stop! NOW!”

Shinanoha paused for a second, and then smiled.

“… it seems like I have to ask you to sleep for a while.”

Tanimura knew something went awfully wrong. He immediately reach out to the door, ready to jump out. But then he heard a snap sound; the door was locked.

Just as he turned around and was ready to stop the driver, his gaze met with a tazer.

“Please be obedient before we reach our destination.”

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