"Undercover agents of different strengths have different identities."
Ohashi Kazushi woke up in the dark and heard someone speaking.
"The purpose of elite infiltration is to penetrate into the heart of the organization, while the cannon fodder with mediocre strength - they do not have enough ability to climb up and become code members, so they can only hang out on the outside and act as a medium-sized nail. Doing errands, Traveling through thunder is the job of passing on information.
"Or when necessary...become a flesh-and-blood ladder for other companions to climb upward."
Someone turned on the light. Kazushi Ohashi's retinas were burned with bright light. He instinctively wanted to turn his head to avoid it, but found that his head was fixed.
Not only that, his whole body was tightly controlled by restraints.
"Mr. Ohashi, it's obviously the latter," said the man who turned on the light.
The latter, what is the latter?
"It belongs to the cannon fodder level." As if aware of his doubts, the other party explained thoughtfully.
Ohashi saw the member of the organization that tortured him, with an Asian face and gray hair. The man wore glasses, his face was pale under the illumination of the incandescent lamp, and his pupils were pure black.
Not like a living person, but more like a doll that can cause the uncanny valley effect.
"I know your purpose and camp," the man said to himself, but his tone was very gentle, "Now I need to know who your upline is."
"I won't say it." Kazushi Ohashi said tiredly.
"Well, there's no way." The other party actually nodded in agreement, "There are always people in the world who force you to do things that you're not good at or don't want to do. If you can't change, you have to adapt."
Kawakami's interrogation method tends to be gentle. He doesn't like to see blood or produce unpleasant-smelling secretions.
Normal people's brains will automatically blur or forget bad memories. This is a protective mechanism.
But unless it was a memory cleansing, Tsumugi Kawakami would clearly remember those bloody stumps for a long time.
Sometimes I even accidentally think of it while eating, and my brain automatically picks up a series of bloody pictures and slides them around.
This kind of thing can be avoided or should be avoided as much as possible. It is very unappetizing.
Unfortunately, there are not many C750s in stock and the cost is high. Good steel must be used on the blade. Gin insisted on testing his torture level with a kind of trouble-finding insistence.
Kawakami chooses to use electricity.
He removed some of the tortured person's clothes, carefully cut open the skin on the chest with a scalpel, and attached metal electrodes, as if doing an alternative electrocardiogram. Then Kawakamiji began to deal with the limbs.
The restraint bed was slightly tilted downwards, and Kazushi Ohashi could see how his body was covered with red and green wires. He tried to speak but could only purr.
Kawakamiji put the shackles on him in advance.
"Don't panic, Mr. Ohashi." Tsumugi Kawakami lowered his head and fiddled with the current regulator. "In order to prevent you from biting your tongue and causing unnecessary trouble for me, I will release your mouth and tongue in the middle of the torture."
"Or do you want to recruit first? It's not impossible, but I fully believe in—well, how should I put it?—the will of an undercover agent who can hide cyanide in his back teeth."
"So come on, Mr. Ohashi, I'm going to start torturing you."
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"Name, your real name."
"Bob, Bob Miller."
"age?"
"Thirty-two years old."
"Your accomplice?"
"Nakamura Akira...I, I don't know his real name."
…
If it is very easy to rather die than surrender, naturally you will not be praised and praised by others.
The vast majority of people do not know what pain is before they are tortured, and they cannot imagine how many methods humans can use to deal with their own kind.
Kawakami turned down the current a few degrees: "What you know is of no use."
"You are simply... you are simply a devil." Kazushi Ohashi muttered.
"Thank you for your praise." Kawakami continued to interrogate, "Your supervisor?"
"I... within the organization... I'm not online, but..." Ohashi saw that he was fiddling with the current controller again, and hurriedly threw out an piece of information that he was not sure about, " There are people within the organization who are always helping me..."
"Really?" Tsuyoshi Kawakami became interested, "How much do you know about that person?"
"He, he will contact me unilaterally from time to time...I don't know anything else..."
"Think harder, Mr. Miller."
Tsumugi Kawakami jumped the current back to its original intensity, and Kazushi Ohashi let out a suppressed scream. He waited patiently for the other's wails to subside.
"He...he came in a long time ago. He is...a male. He should be a code member..."
"should?"
"I...I don't know..."
"How does he contact you unilaterally every time?"
"With... a note. Stuffed... into my mailbox... at my residence... when I wasn't aware of it..."
Coming in a long time ago means that the two are most likely not the same group, they may belong to different groups, or they may not even be the same organization. The fact that the FBI and CIA are fighting openly and secretly does not mean that they will not help each other.
That the undercover agent was able to contact Daqiao unilaterally, or by inserting a note, shows that Daqiao's whereabouts are completely under the latter's control. That person should have a higher status and be more likely to be a codename member.
In other words, that person should already know about Ohashi's arrest.
"Looks like the fishing line we put out is broken, Gin."
Gin has been understanding the situation here in real time through cameras and bugs, and he made the same judgment as Kawakamiji.
"Continue the interrogation, Kashasha." Gin ordered him through the headset, "Execute him after extracting all the information."
"So I hate interrogations..." Kawakami muttered.
Gin attacked the CIA's secret contact point in Japan overnight according to the address given by the undercover agent. Not surprisingly, the building was empty.
The surveillance in that area was destroyed a long time ago. A clever woman cannot make a meal without rice. Even though the organization has a lot of talents in hacking, nothing can be found without monitoring.
Gin was furious about this. When he thought that there was an undercover hiding in the secrets of the organization, he turned on the entire Japanese branch from top to bottom, from code members to peripheral members.
He actually caught a few undercover agents, and the organization was very lively for a while.
In order to avoid being caught, Kawakami fled to the research team in the name of his mission.
"It's terrible," he complained to Shirley in a very familiar way.
APTX4869's information has been handed over long ago. But Tsumugi Kawakami still relied on Shirley to help record reports, prepare reagents, and raise mice to play with.
"Don't you like catching undercovers?" Shirley asked.
"I don't like extra work." Tsuyoshi Kawakami told the truth, "My rule is to do what is assigned to me and nothing more."
Except causing trouble.
It should not be too standout, nor should it be invisible to the crowd. It is best to maintain a sense of presence that is neither high nor low, and people cannot find faults.
"It's not like something a member of the organization would say."
Tsumugi Kawakami was observing the growth of the latest generation of white mice, making the group of white mice squeak under the warm light. He seemed to be much younger mentally than Shirley.
"I've actually been wanting to ask..." Tsumugi Kawakami hesitated, "Shiho, have you been comparing me to Gin? Compared with such an underworld object, everyone looks like a law-abiding citizen. "
Shirley raised the corners of her mouth, then returned to her expressionless expression the next second: "Stop playing with mice there and come over to help."
