Chapter 663 He Is Dying

Seeing the originally energetic and arrogant Mescal end up in such an embarrassing situation, and thinking about how much he had taken care of him when he was Asano Nobushige, and how they had jointly bitten those guys' hounds, Reiji Fukiya It was hard to keep a straight face.

It's just that they are still in the organization, and they should be as cautious as possible even without monitoring equipment, so Jiang Guling did not reveal his identity clearly.

He thought for a while and said to Mescal: "The organization has not confirmed that you are an undercover agent, but I don't need to say more about the results you will receive."

Mescal glanced at him hard, and a self-deprecating smile emerged from the corner of his mouth: "I didn't expect that the person who told me this in the end was actually you."

"What difference does it make who said these words?" Bourbon stood up indifferently and walked to a seat next to him to sit down.

His expression was extremely cold, and when he looked at Mescal, it was like looking at a dead person.

Even if Gin or Rum were standing here, he would not think that Bourbon intended to rescue Mescal, who was an FBI undercover agent.

However, at this moment, hidden under the indifferent face named Bourbon was the anxious heart of Fangtani Rei.

what to do? How to save people under the nose of the organization?

Jianggu Ling has not yet sorted out a clear idea. Most of the plans he had conceived before had loopholes. He needs time, as much time as possible.

However, fate sometimes likes to play tricks on people.

Mescal, who had been staying there quietly, suddenly began to twitch violently. He was breathing heavily, but even so, his originally pale face still turned purple due to lack of oxygen.

"Mezcal!!!" Bourbon exclaimed, quickly rushed to Nobushige's side and squatted down, "What's wrong with you?"

This symptom looks like a lung problem, and the shaking body seems to represent an abnormality in the nervous system, that is, the brain. In addition, Bourbon also remembered that everyone in the music classroom and the Mori Detective Agency always liked to urge Asano Nobushige to go to the hospital for examination.

Asano Nobushige has heart disease.

The FBI is sick!

Bourbon strengthened his evaluation of the FBI.

These Americans are sick! If Shuichi Akai, who was in good health and could shoot at an undercover agent without hesitation, could not make good use of it, why would he send an employee who may have congenital heart disease, lung disease, or neurological disease to perform an undercover mission?

Can't Shuichi Akai go to South Korea for plastic surgery? In order to keep himself lurking within the organization for two more years, he could kill his fellow undercover colleagues, so why couldn't he have plastic surgery for the mission?

As long as that man changes his face, or simply changes his gender, he can still sneak into the organization and serve as his undercover!

Even Bourbon is willing to contribute to this, such as letting Akai Shuji touch porcelain or something.

Bourbon put his hand on Mescal's neck to make sure he was still breathing smoothly, which reassured him a little. However, at the same time, Mezcal’s heartbeat was nearly 180 beats per minute, which was not a good sign!

Bourbon stood up quickly and decided to find a doctor for Mezcal first.

Isao Aoki definitely couldn't do it. When that man saw the sick Mescal, his first reaction was definitely to dissect rather than treat him.

Fortunately, they are now staying at the organization's base in Tokyo, which is equipped with a medical room with a variety of state-of-the-art instruments.

Watching Bourbon rush out of the interrogation room, Mescal's throat crawled, as if he wanted to say something, but Bourbon had already ran out quickly and could not hear it.

Mezcal is saying, "Don't go, Zero!"

But just like when he first learned that Mescal's undercover identity was exposed, Toru Amuro subconsciously stopped Asano Nobushige, but Asano Nobushige had his own ideas and never stopped for this. The same was true for Bourbon. Let him watch his colleagues die, which brought him as much pain as killing someone with his own hands.

Bourbon sped all the way to the infirmary. Even though it is already night, the lights are still bright here.

Isao Aoki is guarding his glue here. This is the third time he has repeated the experiment today. However, the strips that came out the first two times were not ideal.

As for why the infirmary has things that are only available in the original laboratory...don't ask, just ask because the organization is awesome.

Seeing him, Bourbon paused, but he still said: "Mezcal is sick, one of you should go over and take a look."

Aoki Isao raised his eyes from the document and glanced at Bourbon. He reminded him quietly: "Don't worry, Bourbon. Your appearance will make me think you are worried about mezcal."

Bourbon calmed down his heartbeat a little, and he was about to say something in response to this perverted scientist who was said to have been trained by Mescal.

However, an unexpected voice sounded first: "The death of mezcal is not what you and Rum want to see, right?"

Bourbon quickly looked back, frowned and asked, "Why are you here, Belmod?"

The person who came was none other than Belmode, known as the Witch with a Thousand Faces. In fact, she was not dressed as Chris Wynnard at the moment, nor was she anyone whom Bourbon knew.

However, women, whom Bourbon did not recognize, could come in and out at will. These keywords all pointed to one person - Belmode.

I just don’t know how Belmode can enter the organization through the identification system with a disguised face.

Belmod stretched out his hand to touch the upper skin and gently tore it off. Suddenly her dark face turned into Chris's face, which was so fair and glowing.

Belmod chuckled and said: "Mescal was found to be an undercover agent. This kind of news is enough to make the organization tremble. How can I not investigate the authenticity?

"In fact, except for Gin, all the codename members in the organization in Japan would like to come over. It's a pity that they don't have the permission."

After saying that, Belmode let out a silver bell-like laugh.

What she said was actually correct, but it was a little more exaggerated. To be honest, the only person who asked her about mezcal was Syrah.

Asking such a sensitive question at such a sensitive moment, Silla undoubtedly put herself under suspicion.

However, he and Mescal were partners in Northern Europe. I heard that even this life was saved by Mescal, so it is only natural for people to worry.

"Come with me."

Bourbon didn't want to talk nonsense to Belmod, so he grabbed the doctor next to him and pulled him towards the interrogation room.

Belmode raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully: "Bourbon, you seem to be very anxious."

Bourbon glanced at her and said coldly: "Mezcal is dying."

Belmod was stunned for a moment. She didn't speak any more, but followed Bourbon quietly.

Tsk tsk, Bourbon, haven’t you realized that the mezcal thing has put you in a tailspin?

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