Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Chapter 666 Rum Exploits Employees

Bourbon's expression changed slightly: "Why did you tell me these things?"

Could it be that Mezcal has decided to trick someone else?

As we all know, for people like them who live in darkness, the fewer secrets they know, the easier it is to survive.

Bourbon was originally a mystic who advocated freedom. Apart from Rum and that gentleman, there was basically no one who could control him, and the gentleman was too lazy to touch Rum's people. Most of the time Bourbon was too free to be a hardcore member of a crime syndicate.

He usually serves the intelligence team and controls his own intelligence channels. He rarely participates in the affairs of the action team. At most, he provides intelligence and cooperates with plans. As for the scientific research team, they are even more incomparable to him.

But now Mescal told him something that he knew was very confidential.

Sure enough, Mezcal just wants to kill Bourbon, right?

Bourbon sighed helplessly again.

But he couldn't stop Mescal. The man seemed determined and ignored the expressions of the people next to him and said: "Currently, the virus does not have the conditions to survive in the human body. Once it enters the human body, it will be eliminated by the immune system in a short time. However. Since Rum allowed me to participate in Isao Aoki’s experiment, this means that their research has made a breakthrough.”

Mescal sighed slightly: "You know the dangers of this super virus. It is already obvious what the organization wants to use it for."

Bourbon's face darkened: "If you inject that virus, you will die."

Mescal sneered: "Rum has no intention of letting me live."

"Bourbon." Mescal showed an emotional look, "My life has not gone smoothly. I wandered around when I was young, and later I was arrested for murder. Until I joined the organization, I thought I found the meaning of my life. . I had imagined that my ending would be nothing more than death, maybe in a shootout with the FBI, maybe from excessive alcoholism, maybe from lung cancer. But I didn’t expect that it would be because of unfounded charges. It’s really ridiculous!”

Bourbon: "..."

Well, should he remind Mescal that he actually already knows his identity, so he doesn't believe a word of the above.

In his opinion, Mescal or Asano Nobushige's life history should be very simple. He had a normal and happy childhood, later joined the FBI and became an agent, and was then sent by his superiors to join the organization.

"Bourbon." Mescal looked at Bourbon solemnly, "The mystics are good, and the intelligence team is also good, but with your ability, you should obviously go to a wider world. After all, the future of the organization is in your hands. In our hands! You must catch those rats and prevent the division within the organization! Gin has also been dissatisfied with this phenomenon for a long time, he may be able to help you."

"..." Bourbon wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

However, Bourbon did not notice that when he said these words, Mezcal's eyes were very serious, unlike Mezcal or Asano Nobushige.

"I'm going to hand over to Isao Aoki." Bourbon stood up and left the ward.

Nobuhiro stared at his back and sighed helplessly.

A childish voice suddenly sounded in the originally silent ward: "Why didn't you ask me to help you in the gas chamber before, but now you asked me to block all the monitoring equipment in this ward?"

"Because there are some things I must tell him personally."

That was what Zhu Fu Jingguang said to Jiang Gu Ling.

‘Zero, maybe you will really be the only one left in the future. Let's slowly take on the responsibilities that belong to the two of us, gradually get into the core of the organization, and use the existing divisions to disintegrate the organization. Maybe Gin can take advantage of it. ’

It's a pity that Bo Bon didn't understand, and neither did Fang Gurei.

Maybe it's because people who have nothing anymore dare not touch the broken moon in the water.

"Then do you want to leave now?" Hiroki asked.

Nobushige shook his head gently. He knew that Hiroki could see it through the surveillance: "My injuries are very serious, and I don't know what medicine the organization gave me before. I can't leave."

"...Are you really okay?"

"What can I do?"

Hiroki sighed: "Those words you said before always remind me of your last words, as if you will never have a chance again if you don't explain them. Plus, I can obviously help you escape now, but you are unwilling."

What exactly do you want to do, brother Jingguang?

Nobuman was not as willing to die as Hiroki thought. He smiled and said: "Those words must be told to him no matter what. Maybe they are not said for me now? As for our current situation, you You also need to have more confidence in me.”

Hiroki: "..."

If you want to make him more confident, you should do something persuasive at least! Is putting yourself in such a miserable state a source of confidence? ?

"They are coming." Nobuhiro reminded.

"Got it, I'll switch it for you right away." Hiroki replied formulaically. He had already given up on someone. Whatever, if someone tried to kill himself, he would have a way to turn him into a life like his own.

Of course, the premise is that Zhu Fu Jingguang is willing to cooperate.

Bourbon came in with Isao Aoki.

Compared to how he looked when he left last time, Isao Aoki's eyes were shining brightly at this time. He stared at Mescal as if he were looking at an extremely precious research material or a guinea pig.

"I didn't expect that you would fall into my hands in the end!" Isao Aoki laughed scornfully, "So, what do you want to know? I never hide my research materials."

Nobushige just wanted to laugh, but his injury didn't allow him to do so.

Isao Aoki handed over the experimental plan to Nobutushige and said: "You know the general situation of the experiment very well, so I won't go into details. This is the experimental plan, which will help you better understand the value you are about to create."

Mescal just glanced at Isao Aoki lightly, his eyes full of disdain.

Isao Aoki raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

That's been it from the beginning, it's always been that way with mezcal. He came from darkness and brought darkness to others. It was Mescal who taught Isao Aoki the principles of survival within the organization, and Isao Aoki has become better than his master.

Isao Aoki handed the things to Mescal and turned around to leave. He wanted to prepare for the experiment now. If he could start it today, he would definitely not delay it until tomorrow. Perhaps this kind of efficiency is what Rum values. Except for Gin, these core members with code names in the organization are basically people under Rum.

Rum exploits employees, the evidence is conclusive!

"Aoki." Mescal suddenly called out to the man, "How are your strips?"

Isao Aoki paused, his temples beating because he was speechless: "The results of my experiment have nothing to do with you!"

Mescal sighed, seemingly defeated again.

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