Disappearing together with the light, there is also information.
Enzo fiddled with his cell phone and his face darkened: "The information has been blocked, and neither the walkie-talkie nor the cell phone can be used."
"How did they get here..." Kawakamiji struggled to get out of bed.
How did the winery find Kawakami Jimenkiyo? The locator is on him. As the culprit, there is no pressure on Kawakami to pretend to be innocent.
"I don't know, evacuate first." Enzo made a decision immediately. He already held the gun in his right hand and glanced at Alan.
There were no shoes and the intelligence officer stood barefoot on the ground. He covered the wound on his waist. Even in the dark, he could see the dark red blood gradually seeping into the blue and white hospital gown.
Alan bit his lip and met Enzo's eyes. He forced himself to be calm, but his expression was full of worry.
Enzo instantly realized that Alan was not only afraid of the organization, but also of them.
After all, the USB flash drive is in their hands, and the intelligence personnel have revealed the password.
In other words, Alain Robert is no longer of use to them. Moreover, he was injured, which can be described as a liability.
The last trace of doubt in Enzo's heart disappeared, and the worry and concern for his companions came randomly.
"I'll take you away, Alan." Enzo said decisively, "We will not give up our companions."
This is a small private hospital, not big, and the location is neither prosperous nor remote. Fortunately, the people from ICPO have cleared the place in advance.
Currently, there is only one patient in the entire hospital, Kawakami Tsumugi.
Gunshots and shouts could be heard in the distance, as well as more intense gunfire in retaliation. By the sound of different types of gunfire, Kawakami was able to distinguish between himself and their people.
Enzo carried the intelligence officer on his back.
The wound couldn't help but be torn, but Kawakami didn't cry out in pain.
If the other party left him behind without hesitation, Kawakami would still feel at ease, but when things got to this point...
He suddenly felt that all this was boring.
"Sir, let's forget it." Tsumugi Kawakami's voice was very soft. "The information has been delivered and my mission is over. If you cannot leave successfully, it will only make that person's hard work in vain."
"Don't think nonsense, don't say stupid things." Enzo held Kawakami with one hand, and held a gun in the other hand to guard.
They walked out of the ward. The power was out, and everything in the corridor couldn't be seen clearly in the darkness.
The people from that organization haven't searched this floor yet.
Enzo led Kawakamiji through the corridor and met the enemy at the corner.
The gun fired with his hand, this ICPO agent's accuracy was extremely good, and the peripheral member of the organization was killed before he could call the walkie-talkie.
But no matter how accurate the gun is, it can't avoid the attack from behind.
"See, Alan, this is just some nonsense-"
The ICPO agent only spoke half of his words of comfort.
Kawakami Tsumugi's hand strangled Enzo's carotid sinus like a poisonous snake. His movements were accurate and ruthless, leaving the other party no chance to react.
Enzo struggled a few times and soon lost consciousness due to lack of oxygen to the brain.
He fell to the ground and was placed under Kawakami Tsumugi, who kept squeezing his neck patiently and only let go after 15 seconds.
His fingertips were a little numb, so Kawakami shook his hand.
The wound on his waist was completely torn open, and hot and sticky blood was dripping down his leg. He didn't bother to care, and walked to the bodies of the peripheral members expressionlessly, taking out the walkie-talkie.
"mission completed."
Kawakami Sikichi enters the inner channel to report.
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There were very few moments when Tsuyoshi Kawakami was silent, and most of the time he was annoyingly cheerful.
Belmode successfully found him, but the latter rarely had a smile on his face and was as lifeless as a doll.
But this figure bleeds.
Therefore, Belmode asked for the sake of the friendship between his colleagues: "Are you okay? Can you go by yourself, Kashasha?"
"Here, the liaison officer you want. There is also a black-haired one, which is optional. He is probably dead." Kawakami Tsumugi pointed to the man lying dead at his feet, "I'm very fine."
The people at the winery didn't let Kawakami leave on his own, so Scotland carried him back to the car and performed simple operations to stop the bleeding.
This guy groaned twice in pain, complained about their inefficiency, and then stopped talking.
More than ten minutes later, Scotland found that Tsumugi Kawakami had passed out.
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"Excessive blood loss. The strenuous exercise caused the wound to tear and cause secondary bleeding."
This time Kawakamiji woke up in the organization's hospital.
"Water," he whispered.
Before the doctor could take action, Scotland on the side unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle. Kawakami wanted to raise his hand, but Scotland held him down.
The cat-eyed young man's eyes were full of worry.
"You need to rest, don't move around."
It was a bit awkward to be fed, so Kawakami drank half the bottle in one go.
"You look a little guilty, Scotland." Kawakami couldn't help joking, "Why, did you hurt me because you followed my orders?"
"...Don't laugh." Scotland said, "You don't look happy at all."
Even Scotland saw it. Kawakami Tsumugi's face fell. His ability to hide emotions has always been at the max level.
"It really hurts..." Tsumugi Kawakami complained, "And it's so sticky and uncomfortable to stick to my body... I suffered a work-related injury, and the organization can't justify it without giving me some reward."
"Feel sorry."
"It has nothing to do with you." Kawakami glanced at him, "In fact, you did a good job. If you are really sorry, you can buy me some lemon candies, the kind I eat."
Kawakamiji didn't understand Scotland's thoughts. He made the plan and gave the order. It was Kawakamiji who was injured like this - but Scotland still felt guilty.
Obviously, the way of thinking in the little Scottish head is not suitable for the distillery, but it is very suitable for Kawakamiji to make a lemon candy.
"Is it worth it?" Scotland couldn't help but ask.
Kashasha looked really miserable.
Except for two major hemorrhages and bone fractures on his calves and arms, there was not a single good spot on his body: bruises and abrasions, like colorful tropical fish.
The low-grade fever gave his skin a little color, and he looked healthier than usual.
This guy is still as lively and virtuous as ever, but there is no light in his eyes.
"What?" Kawakamiji was stunned for a moment.
"I...I'm sorry, you can pretend you didn't hear this question..."
"Ah, no offense." Tsumugi Kawakami said quickly, "How should I put it..."
In fact, the sentence "I am willing to devote myself to the organization to death" can perfectly excuse it. But Kawakami Tsumugi is not in the mood to talk about these scenes now, and he still has an unrealistic desire to talk.
"Then do you think all this is meaningful?" Kawakami asked softly.
"People live, then die, consume organic matter three times a day, reproduce from generation to generation under the control of hormones and instincts, find individuals of the opposite sex to mate hastily and call it love... kill, save, trust and deceive, self-degradation and indulgence , we all do these things, and a lot of animals do the same."
"Nihilism?"
"No, no, no, I'm not a nihilist." Kawakami retorted.
"I just think habitually, but I can't find the answer yet. Of course, this is not other people's problems, nor is it the world's problem, but my problem. I am not smart enough.
“Although I don’t know what the meaning and value of these things are, I believe they must exist.
"This should be considered romanticism, Scotland."
