"Of course you do. After all, you are a professional in medicine." Belmode said.
Kawakami Tsumugi stood up from the corner, his handcuffs fell to the ground under the influence of gravity, his legs were sore from staying in one position for a long time, and he asked:
"You should have applied for a confessional agent from the organization in advance. I don't like the torture process that is too cumbersome."
"Of course, the approved drugs are still of the highest quality." Belmode blinked.
The most advanced drug is probably C750 confessional agent, Kawakami thought.
In fact, generally speaking, confessional agents of this strength would not be used for low-level tasks, but Belmode had a habit of only applying for the best in everything he applied to the organization.
Kawakami took the familiar injection from Belmod's hand. He almost stabbed himself in the veins reflexively.
"Let me think about what information you need to know if you want to replace this unlucky guy: basic information such as name and age; the work you are responsible for, the people you know and the relationship with these people; personality, preferences, catchphrases and other small actions... Hiss, I feel like the last item is not that easy to find out."
Kawakami took a few minutes to prepare before getting down to business.
To be honest, interrogating this matter is like debugging a program:
You need to be patient enough and repeatedly adjust the questions to confirm a piece of information from multiple sources. It is still unknown how much of the things you finally ask will be useful...
After ending his fugue and interrogation, Kawakami handed over the information he had obtained to Belmode, who had put on makeup.
Half an hour later, the Thousand-Faced Witch completely transformed into a completely different person.
"Now, please continue to huddle in the corner and shiver, the prey I bought."
Belmod suddenly became interested and showed an evil smile to Kawakami Tsumugi.
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Scotch and Rye Whiskey occupied different sniper points, and relying on Bourbon's always accurate intelligence, the mission went very smoothly.
The organization does not want the outside world to know that the target of this mission was killed by a sniper. So Bourbon is left to deal with the aftermath.
"Sure enough, it's more interesting to have more people. I don't know when the next group mission will be."
Scotland muttered to himself, remembering the device from the police in his pocket.
In fact, Bourbon also used a computer in this mission, but his supervisor had notified him not to use his own computer, indicating that there were still risks, so it was impossible for Scotland to trick his young tame dye.
"Soon." To Scotland's surprise, Rye answered.
Scotland didn't answer. He turned around and smiled at Rye Whiskey: "Although you are very familiar with Gin, it's a little uncomfortable to reveal your itinerary so casually."
If Tsuyoshi Kawakami were here, he might whisper in his ear that Rye Whiskey must have bad intentions. He might be trying to pull someone into trouble, so that you would be forced to become an insider...
Stop it, stop it, don't be like Kashasha and be full of deceptive tricks. Scotland warned himself.
“Not revealing the itinerary, but speaking from experience, Scotland.”
Rye whiskey is full of vicissitudes of life,
"I hope you can get used to the mission frequency of the Gin Operation Team as soon as possible, and then you will know that collective missions are nothing unusual."
"...It seems that I misunderstood your kindness." Scotland said, "I will adapt as soon as possible."
They made a tacit agreement not to mention what happened at the station.
Scotland knows that everyone has their own privacy, and Tsumugi Kawakami has nothing to do and instills in him that the organization's mission should not involve ordinary people as much as possible.
So Scotland subconsciously felt that this matter was nothing.
At the next intersection, Bourbon meets them.
After the mission was completed, the blond and dark-skinned young man seemed to be in a much better mood. He approached Scotland with the smooth smile of a mystic.
The two gradually relaxed their pace and fell behind, with Rye Whiskey a step or two ahead of them.
"I heard that you recently joined Gin's action team?" Bourbon asked.
It was a pretense to get information, and Scotland understood what his young tame dye meant.
As a member of the all-pervasive intelligence team, Bourbon would be out of character if he did not say anything about the job changes in Scotland.
"Isn't Japan's action team always led by Gin?" Scotland expertly pretended to be dumbfounded.
Verbally, they were testing each other back and forth, and privately, they communicated frantically where Rye Whiskey couldn't see them. Scotland knew that Bourbon definitely wanted to ask about Kashasha, and was the first to drop a bombshell:
[Kashasha doesn’t seem to be a member of the organization. He may be an undercover agent from the CIA, but I have no evidence. 】
There was a crack in Bourbon's smile. He forgot what he wanted to say to Scotland for a moment, so he just continued the topic:
[Actually... I felt the same way during the mission at the bomb factory, but I never told you because there was no evidence either. 】
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When the three of them parted ways, Rye Whiskey finally turned around. Bourbon glared at him fiercely and walked away angrily, as if he had hit a soft nail——
In fact, Scotland is indeed a weakling. After a long time of Tai Chi, he failed to disclose any useful information to Bourbon.
Scotland, on the other hand, still had a gentle smile on his face, taking his gaze in stride. But compared with a year ago, this cat-eyed young man has almost undergone earth-shaking changes. Just from the perspective of speaking skills, he is much more careful.
Rye whiskey has a kind of... feeling that things are different and people are different.
It's not that I'm sad about spring or autumn, but from the perspective of an undercover agent, I feel it's a bit of a trivial pity.
During the whiskey trio stage, although the three of them couldn't deal with each other, Rye could feel that neither Toru Amuro nor Kage Midorikawa were cold-blooded and cruel people. In other words, although they were in this business, they were not completely rotten in their bones. .
And now... they seem to have been almost assimilated by the organization, even though they seem to be the same on the surface.
"Then I'm leaving too, Rye." Scotland greeted.
Rye Whiskey nodded silently. He drove his car in the opposite direction to Scotland. After checking the car to make sure there was no bug, he contacted his supervisor:
"Judy, help me keep an eye on the whereabouts of a person, Sera Masumi, and protect her when necessary."
At this moment, Rye Whiskey seemed to finally remember that his real name was Shuichi Akai:
This is done entirely out of selfishness. Letting the FBI protect Sera Masumi will not help his lurking at all, and may even be counterproductive. But there was no reason for him to involve his sister.
The person he contacted was Judith Deering, his ex-girlfriend, whom Shuichi Akai broke up with because of his undercover work.
To be honest, such a relationship is very embarrassing at work, but they are able to prevent their personal relationship from affecting the overall situation.
But sometimes, this personal relationship can be used a little bit. The FBI has a background check. Naturally, they know that Sera Masumi is his sister. The chance of turning to Judy for help is less likely to be questioned for using public power for private purposes.
"Okay." Judy replied. She hesitated for a few seconds and then said softly, "Be careful... Show."
Rye Whiskey had no more words, and he hung up the communication.
After contacting Judy, the uneasiness in his heart was partially diluted, but the rye whiskey could still smell the coming rain.
People who have reached his level will have extremely sharp premonitions, and Rye Whiskey stayed up all night waiting for the FBI's reply.
And the news from Judy made his heart sink to the bottom——
Sera Masumi was kidnapped on the way back.
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