"Do you know what you're going to face?"
Armagnac was waking up. He was like a drowned man's body slowly rising from the deep sea. He saw strange shadows.
Someone was questioning him, questioning his heart, questioning his soul.
I know that Hall Yin Sen did not speak out.
He could smell dust and blood, the rotten smell of stagnant water. What I will face is that my wife will die in depression, my daughter will fly into flames, and even my companions will be wary and suspicious.
"I know,"
Another person replied, his voice was sonorous and powerful,
"What I will face is a transnational criminal organization that has been entrenched in darkness for a century."
Lord Yin Sen turned around and saw himself, more than ten years ago, tall and straight, with bright eyes.
At that time, he was high-spirited, firmly believed in justice, not afraid to go deep into the darkness, and had endless strength to overcome obstacles.
"Do you think you can succeed?" the man asked.
"I can."
Lord Yin Sen, who has not yet become Armagnac, nodded, hesitated, and then said,
"Even if I fail, we will win."
The person who asked him sighed:
"Yin Sen, although your grades are the best, you are not the best candidate. You have a wife and children. Care is the most fatal thing for an undercover agent."
"I..." Lord Yin Sen's voice became weak at this moment, but still firm, "I won't let them know. Some things are more noble than the love between children."
Then he disappeared, and the young Yin Sen Bentang, who had not yet become an undercover agent, disappeared and died.
It was originally a fragment of memory, a past tense that had already happened.
Yeah, there are some things that are more noble. Armagnac showed a self-deprecating smile, which was nobler than the love between children, nobler than Yinghai, and nobler than himself.
Looking back now, the now-sophisticated Lord Yin Sen discovered the problem with that conversation: the CIA was using the people he cared about to constrain him. With concerns, Lord Yin Sen would never betray the CIA.
There is also the main hall Yinghai, and now Shui Wu Liannai. Without the guidance of those people, how would she have found him?
Is what I pursue really as noble as I think?
Lord Yin Sen knew that the best choice was to protect himself. He is an old undercover who has been lurking in the organization for more than ten years, and his value is much higher than that of a rookie host who has just joined the organization.
The best solution is to not go to the appointment at all after noticing Shui Wu Lianna's actions, or to kill her directly to avoid exposing herself——
But that's his daughter.
The daughter who would hold him by the hem of his clothes and beg for a bedtime story, the daughter who would proudly show him her school certificate, the daughter who beat him up after finding him, the daughter who was determined to join the CIA and want to face him. The daughter of all this...
Therefore, he can only die, and the one who survives must be Hondo Yinghai. This was also the reason why he still followed after discovering Rena Mizuna's actions that were destined to be exposed.
As for the principle of optimal solution that undercover agents must respect——
Go to hell.
Lord Yin Sen opened his eyes. He finally woke up from his coma.
To his surprise, what he saw was not the torture chamber of the organization, but the ceiling of the warehouse where they were found.
Lord Yin Sen was not even tied up, and his wounds were not treated either. He was lying on the ground like this.
"Hi Armagnac."
Master Yin Sen heard the familiar greeting, his voice was hoarse and he was breathless.
Kashasha squatted aside and looked at him quietly. The hideous bruises on his neck resembled some kind of chains, restraining him.
"Ahem..."
Lord Yin Sen tried to sit up, feeling severe pain in his abdomen, blood gushing out, and his shoulders being pulled, feeling the same pain. Even after obeying his order, Sui Wu Reina did not hit the fatal spot.
Kashasha raised a gun at him, a Colt, not the one picked up by Mizuna Reina.
In other words, Kashasha had other weapons on him. He did not use his full strength when fighting him, or he may not have reacted and was caught off guard.
But another voice in his mind told Yin Sen that being caught off guard would never happen to Kashasha.
"You didn't notify Gin..." Lord Yin Sen understood the situation instantly.
"Yes……"
Kashaxia raised a smile and looked at him with pure black, lifeless eyes. Because they were not covered by glasses, the feeling of inhumanity was quite strong.
"You were wrong this time. There was no gin and no foreign aid. I went to the meeting alone without leaving any information or telling anyone.
In other words, you had a chance to defeat me, kill me or take me away, and no one would find out for at least a week, just a little bit. "
A little bit.
A strong sense of absurdity came to Yin Sen's heart. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.
In the end, he died because of his caution, because he took it for granted that Kashasha was followed by Gin, so he made the plan to sacrifice himself to save Mizunu.
He still failed to predict that Kashasha, this guy who always knew everything was going to go alone?
What Kashasha told the truth was obvious to Yin Sen.
As long as this guy is killed... As long as this guy is killed... he and Yinghai can cover up this matter perfectly. He doesn't have to use his life to act like this.
Kashasha's voice became lower and lower, completely changing the tone because of the bruises on his neck: "I thought I could solve this matter."
Yes, Kashasha always likes to interrogate or execute undercover agents without authorization, and then report to the organization. Lord Yin Sen secretly hated himself for not considering this, and his heart sank.
This is the last round of his plan to protect Yinghai, and prove the innocence of Mizuno Reina under the organization's interrogation. Yin Sen has experienced many battles, and he can cope with the organization's confessional agents and torture methods. If Kashasha doesn't take him back, this trick will be completely ineffective.
Because Nakamura Akira fell short, the CIA did not obtain the specific information about the drug developed by Kashaxia. Therefore, Yinsen Bentang did not know the existence of C750.
"Then you plan to interrogate me here?" Lord Yin Sen asked sarcastically.
"There is no cyanide in the back molars. I checked and I took away all the weapons on you. If I really want to torture you, you will not want to live but not die.
To be honest, I didn't expect you really wanted to kill me, Armagnac. "
"Haha..." Lord Yin Sen suddenly laughed, "Don't forget, Kashasha, that time in the Middle East, I could have left you behind -"
"Yes, you saved me once, but this bargaining chip is too light compared to betraying the organization."
Kashasha tilted his head, his face twisted, as if his neck was involved.
"boom--"
"Bang-bang-"
"boom--"
With four shots, Kashasha's movements were very precise. Pain came from the joints of Bentang Yinsen, and Kashasha disabled his limbs.
"That time in the Middle East..." Lord Yin Sen gasped rapidly, physiological tears filling his vision, "that time in the Middle East, I shouldn't have saved you... I should have let you die there..."
Kashasha didn't seem to hear what he was saying:
"I know that you are the deepest undercover agent sent by the CIA into the organization. I also know that you are very important to the organization, but it has nothing to do with me."
After destroying Yin Sen's limbs, Kashasha stood up and walked deeper into the warehouse, towards where he came from. Lord Yin Sen was confused by Kashasha's actions.
But then, Kashasha came back again, holding a black backpack in his hand.
"I don't care about your secrets, but I want you dead."
The gray-haired young man said calmly.
