Chapter 665 Akai Shuichi Is Most Suitable to Be an Undercover Agent (Seven Days of Extra Updates Are Achieved, Spread the Flowers!)

No problem...

Bourbon couldn't read a chest X-ray, but he could at least tell if there was anything strange on the heart.

And obviously, Nobuhiro's heart was normal and nothing happened.

Could it be that there was something wrong with Dr. Aso's last examination? Or is it really something like a cyst, which was metabolized by Asano Nobushige himself during this period of time?

Bourbon was relieved to learn that the mezcal was fine. But at the same time, new doubts arose in his mind.

Then all that's left is mezcal's trauma.

Belmod glanced at the time and said, "I have to go to the logistics team to pick up the previously customized equipment, so I'll leave first."

Isao Aoki said: "I will go back to the laboratory to study whether the medicinal properties can be enhanced."

He felt insulted that the anesthetic he had worked so hard to develop was ineffective against mezcal.

Big failure!

So soon the ward became empty.

Bourbon moved a small bench, sat next to Mescal, and began to worry about what would happen next.

"Cough cough cough..." The person on the hospital bed suddenly coughed.

Bourbon's eyes suddenly flashed back to Mescal's appearance in the interrogation room. He stood up alertly.

But fortunately, this time Mescal only coughed a few times, his face was still healthy, and he could even talk to him: "Bourbon, why am I here?"

"The drug injected into you caused an immune reaction, so I took you to the infirmary for rescue." Bourbon said very coldly, "You can't die yet. After all, your life no longer belongs to you. "

"Is it Rum's order?" Mescal asked firmly.

Bourbon was not surprised. He admitted and asked, "It's him. So you participated in some of Rum's experiments?"

He was concerned about how Mezcal had behaved in front of the abandoned laboratory in Italy. Coupled with Rum's orders not to let them execute Mescal, Bourbon felt that he might have figured out the truth.

Mescal said nothing, just stared at Bourbon. Even though his expression was still a little bad, his eyes had returned to their previous sharpness, as if nothing could escape his eyes.

Don’t want to say it?

Bourbon was not surprised at all. Having undergone human experiments was not worth sharing with his colleagues, especially now that in Mescal's eyes, Bourbon was a member of the organization and an enemy.

However, because Rei Furitani had received psychology training in the police academy, he knew that Mescal was now in an isolated and helpless situation and was most likely to trust rare kindness, so as long as he was not so vicious in the process of taking care of him , inadvertently revealed that he actually had a problem with Rum for a long time, and Mescal would eventually tell everything about what he had experienced.

Nobuhiro saw the confident light in Bourbon's eyes, and he sighed silently in his heart.

Zero is still too naive, and all emotions can be seen in his eyes. A person like him, who would have emotional upheaval when encountering something related to the people around him, is actually not suitable for being an undercover agent.

Just like four years ago, if Shuichi Akai was not the FBI, Bourbon's performance at the scene of the execution of the traitor would be enough for him to be suspected by Rum and that person.

Speaking of which, among the three members of Scotland, Bourbon, and Rye at that time, the one who was most suitable to be an undercover agent was Shuichi Akai, the only one who had left the organization.

"Buzz buzz-"

Bourbon's cell phone in his breast pocket suddenly vibrated. He stood up and walked outside, closing the door to the ward.

When he answered the phone, Bourbon's attitude seemed very respectful: "Rum."

"Is Mezcal out of danger?" Rum asked.

"Yes. Researcher Aoki said that his symptoms are the sequelae of the new drug being tested, and he will be fine after a period of rest."

"Well." Rum was silent for two seconds before saying, "Since his life is not in danger, let him participate in Isao Aoki's experiment. His recent experiment has just entered the clinical trial stage."

Bourbon was stunned and blurted out: "Aren't we still going to dig up FBI information from Mescal?"

Rum heard this and sneered: "Then did he say it?"

"..."

Not only has Mescal not revealed a word, he has not even acknowledged his status as an undercover agent until now.

"I never expect to get official intelligence from undercover agents, because that's unrealistic. It's better to rely on our own people. Are you right, Bourbon?"

What Rum means is that the organization has undercover agents in every official agency, and their authority is not low?

Feng Guling's heart was a little heavy, but on the surface he was still the Bourbon who was loyal to the organization: "Yes, I understand."

"Let Isao Aoki go. His talent is not inferior to Shirley's. If Mescal can play a vital role in this experiment, perhaps the organization will make more money than the undercover deal." Just a few In the room ten meters away, Rum was still carving the wood in his hands.

He doesn't seem to have much artistic talent, and the things he carves look different and ugly.

Bourbon returned to the ward.

Mescal was lying on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling. The wound on his shoulder had been properly bandaged, and an infusion bottle was tied to the back of his hand.

Bourbon couldn't help but wonder what Mezcal was thinking.

In Mescal's mind, he was probably in a difficult situation. He could not contact the FBI or ask for help, and the organization was full of man-eating monsters. No one knew when they would kill him. of the head.

This feeling must be very desperate, just like Scotland four years ago, just like... Zhu Fu Jingguang four years ago.

Recalling the past, Fangtani Rei's thoughts were a little confused. He closed his eyes, drove away all the people who shouldn't be in front of him, and forced himself to become a calm Bourbon.

"Mescal. Your current disposal power has been handed over to Isao Aoki." Rei Fukiya heard him say this.

Mescal finally looked away from the ceiling and gave some to him: "Really?"

Fang Guling frowned: "Your reaction is very calm."

"I know about that experiment." Mescal forced his body to sit up. Rei Fukutani thought about getting him a pillow, but in the end he gave up on such a plan. He just watched the man move laboriously on the bed, frowning slightly because he touched the wound several times.

"I was originally in charge of that experiment." Mescal finally sat up. He was breathing heavily, but his tone was calm. "Do you know ZJX-11? A biological toxin that was once used to execute Shirley. . That poison was a by-product of the experiment I was responsible for, and Isao Aoki's mission was to study the virus that produced ZJX-11."

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