Scotland held Kawakami's wrist from underneath, then used his other hand to unscrew the ointment and applied it to Kawakami. While applying it, he massaged the red and swollen areas.
Kawakami's whole body tensed up and he couldn't hold back the smile on his face.
He gasped in pain, but he didn't dare to take his left hand out directly, because it would definitely cause secondary damage:
"Actually I can do it myself, Scotland."
"If you don't rub the bruise away now, it will hurt more later." Scotland said, "So bear with it."
"I know, I can do it myself."
"You wouldn't have done it yourself," Scotland said ruthlessly.
In fact, it's not painful. This injury is not harmful to Kawakami, it can't even be regarded as an injury. Even if he leaves it alone for a day or two, it will heal on its own. What really makes him uncomfortable is Scotland's attitude...
I always feel that there is something wrong with being so courteous for nothing.
What's more, the plan that Kawakami made before directly blew up Scotland's former club. If this guy is not completely brainwashed, he will definitely have a lot of negative emotions towards him...
Gee, it’s a bit hard to judge.
So is it simply a persona of caring about his colleagues, or is it a way of getting closer before backstabbing? Kawakamiji thinks.
"Okay, try not to move your wrists in the past few days."
"Thanks, Scotland."
Scotland still had a gentle smile, and he handed the ointment to Kawakami. Kawakami put away the ointment, then naturally turned his head and looked out the window.
There was nothing to see outside the window. Scotland followed Kawakami's gaze and looked:
The winter sun sets extremely early, and the sky is now dark, but there is fire in the distance, burning the uneven horizon trimmed by dense cities.
That was the public security stronghold that was attacked.
The public security police are still different from ordinary police. They will not aggressively place their strongholds in the city center and hang up special signs like the Metropolitan Police Department.
These people prefer to choose ordinary office buildings, disguised as an inconspicuous shell company.
Therefore, tomorrow's report will not be about a terrorist organization provoking the police. At most, it will be about a gas explosion due to malfunctioning gas. The most egregious thing will be about the underworld coming to collect debts.
In this case, except for those members of the organization, few people can know all the bloody things they created.
Attacking official strongholds has not been done before. Last time in country F, Scotland was responsible for supporting Kawakami, but this time it was different from the last time: last time Scotland was only responsible for reconnaissance support, but this time... he was responsible for charging into the battle.
"The mission should come to an end."
Kawakami picked his ears and calmly took out the micro-loudspeaker. Just now, Ginjiu sent a message that the evacuation was successful. By the way, he informed him that the gentleman planned to talk to him.
"Yeah, it's over." Scotland said.
Because of the residual effects of brainwashing and drugs, Scotland was still heartbroken, so he looked back on those memories with a bystander attitude:
The driver who died in his hands, the corpses and blood on the ground when he stormed the police base, the companions who died in his hands, Ling's embarrassing dodge during the fight...
There are also some more distant memories: Kashasha casually kills problematic peripheral members; the other party in country F has a puppet-like expressionless face; in every mission, the people who die in their hands are innocent Or guilty, men, women, old and young...
Finally, Scotland thought of the anxious and angry look in the eyes of Tsui Kawakami on the rooftop when he was exposed.
Scotland suddenly discovered that even if he didn't know the root cause, the person closest to his situation was Kawakami Tsumugi:
He had no choice but to kill his companions, was brainwashed and manipulated, and had a high probability of being completely disconnected from his true camp.
And judging from the reluctance in Kawakami Tsuyoshi's tone when he announced the plan...he couldn't help but have this action, just like him.
"I hope Gin won't assign new tasks. I don't want to work anymore." Kawakami Tsumugi's low voice interrupted Scotland's thoughts.
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After returning home, Tsumugi Kawakami began to hope that both of his hands were injured, so that he would not be able to type on the keyboard and would be able to ignore the review.
Although I probably still had to write it afterwards, I was able to escape for a while, and Kawakami really didn't want to make up lies live in front of that gentleman.
"Reflect on your mistake, Kashasha," the gentleman said.
The gray-haired young man who had taken off his disguise was sitting at his desk, reading information obediently and honestly. There was a camera on in front of him, and Kashasha's guardian was communicating with him remotely through the camera.
Is it a mistake to reflect on...
Kawakami knew that he was not perfect in this operation, but this was normal. The fledgling Kashasha's planned operation was not as watertight as before, not to mention that he had not completely let go of his ideological baggage.
And for Kawakami, this action was a mistake.
Kawakami had no interest in planning a meaningless operation, except that the organization might benefit from this attack in unknown places.
Well, that's most likely the case, but where does the organization benefit? There is not enough information to analyze... Kawakami thought.
Maybe we can find a way to review it later, but unfortunately we probably can’t call on the peripheral members we collected before, so we probably have to ask Barolo for information.
In front of the gentleman, Kawakami was thinking aimlessly, typing on the keyboard as fast as flying, and reading to the gentleman word by word.
Fortunately he doesn't have to write it by hand, otherwise he would be exhausted:
"First of all, the first point of my mistake was that I took this operation too much for granted. Although the police could not see our overall plan, they were well prepared. Therefore, in the frontal battlefield led by Ginjiu, we suffered more casualties than expected."
The casualties refer to peripheral members. These cannon fodder are insignificant to the organization as a whole. The code-named members were unscathed, but the gray-haired young man still paused for a moment on the roughly estimated number.
"Then, I was not flexible in my actions. To be honest, for this mission, I somewhat copied Country F's method of dealing with ICPO, but there were obvious problems with directly copying it, and it did not achieve the expected results."
The "expected effect" mentioned by Kawakami was somewhat ambiguous, because the order given to him by the gentleman was not clear.
"If you were asked to improve the plan, what would you do?" the gentleman asked again.
The gray-haired young man stopped. He bit the index finger joint of his right hand, obviously troubled by his guardian's question.
Kashasha didn't know what to say, but Kawakamiji had already listed a series of more advanced plans in his mind, but if he thought about it carefully, they wouldn't be much better than the current one.
"So in terms of overall planning, there is still a big gap between you and Kashasha before his amnesia." The gentleman concluded, "This needs to be practiced slowly, but it is already good."
Kashasha nodded.
"For this task, write a specific analysis and propose at least two improvement plans. Leave it to me today."
"Okay, sir."
"At least 10,000 words, no less, no more."
The gentleman slowly added his request, and then the red light of the camera dimmed.
Kawakami Tsumugi froze.
Ten thousand words... Damn it, how should he compile it? !
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