Chapter 47

The pain of the vest flesh has nothing to do with the main body, but the mental shock is closely linked.

When Yu Gu Mia finally came out of the interrogation room, Yueshan Chaoli took a deep breath and lay down on the bed as if exhausted. He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his temples for a while, and finally the pain in his head was relieved.

[Drink some water. ]

The system only said, and did not talk about the previous situation in detail.

Yueshan Chaoli responded vaguely and drank the water at the right temperature.

When he was in so much pain that he wanted to tear up the card directly, the system interface stood quietly in front of him. 003 is always like this. It will curse Gin in a low voice when he does those things, but it will not encourage him to escape.

Sometimes Tsukiyama Asari really felt that it was like an old father, able to tolerate all his emotions, but in some ways extremely tough, pushing him forward.

He sighed, 'Okay, the matter over there is resolved.'

Seeing that he was really no longer abnormal, the system screen clicked, and then a familiar voice came into his ears.

[Anyway, you must not be able to sleep now, do you want to watch a TV series? ]

'...You really are.'

You really can't be serious for more than three seconds, Tsukiyama Asari couldn't help laughing, 'You have the technology, right? Help me replace Hua Fei's face with that guy's, and Matsuji too. 'I

'm so angry, I'll watch "The Legend of Gin in the Harem" to calm down.

[I know, I know——]

'...Who asked you to replace me too? ? ? ! '

[Hey.]

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The first mission of Yu Gu Miao after stepping out of the base again was to execute the public security undercover agent Scotland.

The news that Scotland was an undercover agent suddenly reached the ears of every code member earlier, and all the guys in Japan couldn't help but want to get a piece of the pie.

Killing a public security undercover agent is a great achievement, isn't it?

This can almost be regarded as a carnival. Among the hungry wolves, a sheep in skin was finally stripped of its disguise and fled in panic, so the whole wolf pack was boiling, clamoring to tear the lamb into pieces.

The man with a crew cut tied the bandage around his arm and showed a determined smile on his face, "Then I'll leave first."

The bar was very quiet during the day. Bourbon sat at the bar with a stern face, playing with the wine glass in his hand, "Have you determined his location?"

"That mouse is very good at hiding." The man laughed, "But instead of waiting here, you might as well try your luck. It's a pity that the hunting target this time is your former teammate, I'm afraid you will be implicated..."

"Ha, you've caused a lot of trouble when you were carrying out the mission, and now you've implicated me when something goes wrong." Bourbon snorted from his nose, "It's a pity that I can't kill him myself."

He uttered the words with a blade, but his other hand was clenched into a fist under the table, his neatly trimmed nails were embedded in the flesh of the palm, and the veins bulged.

As long as the man leaves, he will escape from here and find Jingguang before anyone else...

The man has already stepped out of the door, and the thickly painted door was pushed open, and bright light shone into the dim bar. With the sound of the door being opened, the mobile phone in his hand also vibrated.

After browsing the email, the man cursed twice, sat back at the bar with a look of dissatisfaction, "Hey, give me a drink, anything will do."

The bartender put down the wiped glass and teased, "Hey, aren't you rushing to grab the credit? How dare you come back?"

When asked by the other party, the man spit out a few ugly words again, "What credit is there? Cointreau went."

Everyone knew that Cointreau was the adopted son of that gentleman. Even if he had already gone out, he had to return in disappointment after receiving this warning letter. Even Gin did not show any dissatisfaction, allowing the other party to behave so rampantly. What qualifications did they have to object?

"I don't know what Mouse was called by Gin to do before, but it seems that he completely offended Cointreau." The bartender recalled the conversation between other code members that he had overheard before, and said, "Now that the opportunity has come, I guess he wants to take revenge personally."

The man did not comment.

"Oh, really?" Bourbon put down his glass with a gloomy expression, "Pretend that you didn't see the message, and kill the mouse first, isn't it better? This email has blocked everyone else. You are a code member, can he kill you?"

"Who doesn't he dare to kill?!" As if he didn't want to talk about this matter anymore, the man shouted angrily, "Cointreau is a lunatic! For such a small achievement, he doesn't even want to die, that's..."

Bourbon frowned.

The Cointreau described by the man completely fits the cold and crazy image in the organization's rumors, hiding all his hostility under his gentlemanly manners and gorgeous appearance.

But... the Cointreau whom he had hurriedly met a few times in the past few months was completely different.

His manners and appearance were correct, but he was surprisingly young. However, neither his eyes nor his temperament looked like he was in his early twenties, which reminded him of another person.

Bermode.

But unlike the mysterious look of the silver-haired woman, he felt that Cointreau's mental state was not right. This feeling of something wrong was very subtle, but for some reason, the man whom he should have never met before would relax his vigilance in front of him, and the emotions hidden in his heart would overflow a little.

That emotion was so weak that even though he had become more and more sensitive to other people's emotions in recent years, he didn't feel it at first.

That emotion was probably tiredness and disgust. Sometimes he felt that Jundu was in a daze, as if his soul had been pulled out of his body and gone somewhere else.

When he went to clean up the mess, he saw very discordant folds on the skirt of the woman's body, as if someone had gently straightened the lifted skirt after her death, giving her the last dignity, and also as if he was apologizing.

That day when he came out of the warehouse, the tragic death of the undercover made several people look unhappy. He saw the man standing in the sun, moistening the dying seedling with a little water. He didn't know

whether Cointreau was naively cruel, thinking that a seedling was more valuable than a human life, or whether he was truly kind. Two days ago, when Scotland came back from the base, he hadn't seen his child look like that for a long time. While Ley was out on a mission, the two of them sat together in the dark living room.

When they had not been given code names and were still struggling in the endless darkness, no matter who could not hold on any longer, they would find each other in the darkness, muttering about their pain in a low voice, and then leaning against each other, waiting for the sky to gradually brighten, gathering all their emotions, and once again becoming an undercover agent hiding their identities, becoming a bullet fired by the public security at the organization.

Scotland talked about the painful missions to silence people, the electric chair, the miserable interrogation room and the people he had brought there one by one, Cointreau's unconscious mumbling, and how Cointreau looked smaller than he looked after losing his temperament, and the way he lowered his head and rested in his palm reminded him of Shugo.

He said he felt guilty for not being able to save him.

Jingguang appeared in front of him with a twisted and painful face, blood oozing out from his pinched palm. Neither Bourbon nor Rei Furuya would gamble Cointreau with their friend's life. He drank all the wine in front of him and prepared to knock out the two people in front of him.

The bartender had no ability, but he had to be careful of his gun. From the observation just now, the pistol for self-defense should be placed under the bar.

He would get the gun first. The man with a crew cut next to him was not his opponent and had no weapon, so it should not be difficult to deal with him. The

blond man slightly arched his back, like a cheetah ready to pounce, but before he could jump up to grab the gun and knock out the two people, a sudden strong and strange sleepiness swept over him.

"You?!"

he shouted angrily, and stretched out his hand to break the glass, intending to use the glass fragments to scratch his arm, relying on the pain to keep himself awake, but the other party had given him a full dose of drugs, and in just a few seconds he fell on the bar.

The sudden change scared the man with a crew cut next to him. He frowned and looked at the bartender, who turned on his mobile phone so that the other party could see the words on the screen clearly, and smiled and comforted him, "These are all Lord Jundu's orders. Let me give him two doses of strong drugs. Don't run out and cause any trouble."

"Is it the new medicine prescribed by the organization?" The man asked in a low voice. The color and taste of the glass of wine were no different.

"Yeah, I originally said that we could just find some medicine, but he insisted on using this one." The bartender felt a pain in his heart, "I think the effect is the same anyway. The usual kind has no color when it goes down, and the smell can be covered by water, so how could he find it..."

When Bourbon woke up again, it was already evening. He didn't care that he was still drowsy because of the residual drug effect, and stood up with his hands on the bar. The door of the bar was closed, and the bartender and the man were nowhere to be seen. There were a few more emails on his mobile phone, and he opened them one by one while frowning and walking out.

[The traitor Scot has been executed. ]

The purple-gray eyes seemed to want to stare a hole through the short line of words. The overwhelming despair and the excruciating pain of the bones and tendons being torn out of the flesh and blood nailed him to the spot. The simple action of walking was now as difficult as roasting his own hands on charcoal. He didn't know how he drove back to the base, and then smiled maliciously and playfully in the cold eyes of the silver-haired man.

"Is the person dead?"

He felt himself asking, deliberately raising the end of the sentence, appearing very careless and indifferent, but the depths of his soul were collapsing and failing, as if a never-ending electric saw had cut through the flesh and blood, and was triumphantly ringing between the bones.

The corpse in a blue hoodie was casually placed on a table in the middle of a room in the base. The twisted finger joints and the blood covering most of the face showed the tragic death. A man wearing a mask hurried out and said, "The fingerprints are the same as those collected from the chair."

"Are you afraid that I will find you a fake corpse?" Cointreau leaned against the wall and smoked. His face was much younger than Gin, but the bloody smell around him was no less.

It seemed that something had completely disappeared from this person, making people feel strange and scared.

A chill ran up from the back of his spine. Bourbon gritted his teeth. At the same time, Ley, who was also suspected because of Scotland, frowned. He was also knocked down by two doses of anesthetics and just rushed over.

"It's not a disguise." The man carefully examined the face of the corpse and reported, "The blood type also matches, type B blood."

... Type B blood?

Bourbon paused, he raised his head calmly, and met the eyes of the man leaning against the wall. The man looked at him with cold gray eyes and blinked slightly.

His heart moved, and finally there was a bit of a genuine smile on his face. He said without hesitation, "Anyway, he's dead, it's a pity that we didn't get any information from him."

Gin withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

Yu Gu Miao sighed in her heart. It was natural that the fewer people who knew about the fake death, the better. However, Ling's expression just now was too desperate. She couldn't bear to let her friend think that You Xunran was really dead.

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Thank you for reading.

Congratulations to Zhu Fu Jingguang for spitting out his lunch box and starting a new life!

So on the day when she ordered Miao to throw away Jingguang's lunch box, Chaoli and the system watched the face-changing Zhen Huan Zhuan for the whole day (bushi