"Click"
The light was turned on, and the sudden light made Mingzeye squint his eyes slightly and look up at the person standing at the door.
After seeing who came clearly, Ming Zeye was a little surprised. He thought it would be Belmod or Shi Jiu, but he didn't expect that the doctor who examined him today would be Ka. Sanova?
Then Mingzeye's eyes shifted to his right hand, which seemed to be holding something.
Casanova noticed Mingzeye's gaze and did not ask why Mingzeye opened the door. Instead, he raised his right hand and shook it: "This is the cellphone you originally used." Then he threw the cellphone in his hand towards It's Mingze night.
Ming Zeye reached out and took it. It was a black push-button phone, the kind that could be used to smash walnuts.
"Your identity has been confirmed, and the organization will send someone to pick you up tomorrow." Casanova left directly after saying this.
Ming Zeye looked at the mobile phone in his hand. Since the original owner's mobile phone was given to him, it meant that there was no problem with the original owner's identity, and there was no need to risk going out to explore.
There was still some time before the people from the organization arrived, so Mingzeye checked the original owner's cell phone first.
There are only two people in the address book, and they are marked grandfather and brother respectively. It seems that the original owner's interpersonal relationship is very clean. Thinking that he does not have to deal with complicated interpersonal relationships, Ming Zeye feels a lot better.
I checked the text message mailbox again. It was very good, very clean, and there was nothing there. The original owner probably deleted it after reading it. It seems that the original owner is a relatively cautious person.
I just don’t know what the original owner’s purpose is for this organization that not only dares to conduct human experiments privately but also owns a private hospital. In his previous life, the organization he worked for also engaged in human experiments. What his boss wanted was immortality, but it was a pity that he didn’t wait until his death. At that moment, the organization was about to collapse, and the researchers did not see any results.
No matter what the purpose of this organization is, he doesn't care. He likes this kind of life of licking blood on the tip of a knife. It is exciting and fatally tempting. Even if the original owner is an ordinary person, he will embark on this road again.
…
It was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the moonlight shone into the dim room. The blond woman standing under the moonlight tapped on her phone with an unclear expression and sent an email with a string of garbled characters.
[It has been confirmed that there is no problem with Brown La's identity, but Brown La has lost his memory. I suggest letting Gin train him first. ——Vermouth】
Logically speaking, she was the one who found Brown La, and she should be responsible for anything that happened. However, she is a public figure after all, and it is inconvenient to take Brown La with her. Moreover, Brown La is from the action team, and Gin happens to be there. America, it would be perfect to hand over Brora to Gin.
[Bronla has lost his memory. Go to Casa Hospital to pick him up. From now on, you will take over and retrain him. 】
Gin had just finished killing an undercover agent and returned to the car to go back to rest. After seeing this email, he showed a cold smile, and the murderous aura that had just dissipated from his body gathered again. Good, I have to work overtime again tonight.
Vodka, who was sitting in the driver's seat and preparing to drive, asked cautiously: "Brother, shall we go back now?"
"No, go to Casa Hospital."
After hearing this location, Vodka was stunned. He remembered that Casa Hospital was a private hospital of the organization. Could it be that the eldest brother had just been shot?
"Brother, have you been shot?"
Gin said with a gloomy face: "Idiot, Brora has been found and is now in Casa Hospital."
Brora whiskey is a rare whiskey with a special heavy peat flavor. It presents a complex flavor with a hint of smoky aroma in the sweetness, and expresses the elegant woody tone of high-year whiskey very well. However, Brora whiskey The winery went out of business a few years ago.
As for the codename Brown La, although Vodka has never met him, he knows a lot about his rumors.
Brown La joined the organization at the age of fifteen and received his code name in less than a year. Furthermore, Brown La had always acted alone and had a very high degree of confidentiality. For some unknown reason, he was highly valued by that gentleman.
Even this time when Brong La's mission failed and he disappeared mysteriously, the gentleman didn't think it was a betrayal of the organization. Instead, he ordered that he must be found, but he didn't even give them a photo of Brong La. The level of confidentiality was ridiculously high.
"Vodka, drive."
Hearing Gin's indifferent voice, Vodka didn't dare to think any more and immediately started the car, focusing on being his driver.
Thanks to Vodka's skillful driving skills, they arrived safely at Casa Hospital ten minutes later. Although it is already past twelve o'clock in the morning, the hospital is still open for business with lights on.
After Vodka parked the car, he followed Gin into the hospital.
When they came to the elevator, the display showed that the elevator was still on the third floor and they still had to wait for a while. Vodka turned to ask Gin: "Brother, which floor are you going to?"
Gin paused. Although Casa Hospital was a private hospital organized by the organization, he had never been here before, and the gentleman didn't tell him which floor Brown was on.
Then Gin took out his cell phone and was about to ask the gentleman when the elevator door slowly opened.
"Gin, Braunla is here with me. The gentleman asked me to take you there." Casanova raised his eyebrows. He was lucky enough to meet them right away, which saved a lot of trouble.
"Vodka, follow." Gin walked into the elevator with Vodka. After they both entered the elevator and the elevator door closed, Casanova pressed the button "7" and the elevator slowly rose.
"I thought the person coming would be Belmod, but I didn't expect it was you, Gin."
As the elevator ascended, Casanova seemed to be chatting.
Gin frowned slightly: "It was Belmod who was supposed to take over Brown La?"
"Maybe, after all, it was Belmod who brought Brownla to me." Casanova smiled inexplicably.
The sinister look in Gin's eyes became colder and colder, and he showed a warm smile, with the Beretta in his hand ready to move: "Casanova, I haven't seen any improvement in your medical skills in these years, but you have learned to sow discord. "
Casanova is considered an old man in the organization. He was "invited" to the organization when he was young because of his extraordinary medical skills. The medical results he produced in the following years also helped the organization a lot, and he was immediately given the "card" title. Sanova" code name.
It's a pity that when people reach middle age, they reach a bottleneck period. After so many years of using the organization's resources, he has not achieved anything.
"Ding"
When the seventh floor arrived, Gin stared at Casanova indifferently and motioned for him to lead the way.
Casanova didn't care about Gin's attitude. After all, Gin treated everyone like this. It was a good thing that he didn't shoot him casually.
"Gin, come with me." Casanova walked out of the elevator first.
