Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

The metal door of the gas chamber slowly closed, also isolating the light from the outside. The silence in the room returned to the beginning, deathly silence.

　　 Xinfan stayed in the corner as usual, his eyes were deep and heavy in the darkness.

　　 "Are you going to leave here soon?" Hongshu asked in Morse code.

　　 Shinhan tapped the floor twice with the opportunity to change his movements.

　　 "Why? Haven't Bourbon and Gin been investigated?"

　　 On the surface, it seems this is true, but Xinfan is not optimistic. He always felt that something bad was about to happen, which felt like four years ago. It was only four years ago that he finally passed through safely, now? Is he still safe now?

　　 Soon, Xinfan's worries were fulfilled.

　　 Several people suddenly broke into the gas chamber. They held a tube of unknown medicine in their hands, grabbed Mezcal and pierced his arm!

　　 Xinfan wanted to resist subconsciously, but with his arms tied behind his waist, he couldn't make effective struggles at all.

　　 His eyes gradually blurred, and the bottomless darkness struck him from all directions, eroding his consciousness. Xinfan wanted to stay awake, but his sleepiness was far stronger and faster than his will.

Oh no!

　　 This was the last thought in Shinfan's mind before he fell into a coma.

　　……

　　 "How did you feel when you saw him?"

　　 "The contact time is so short that I cannot make accurate and objective judgments."

　　 In the dimly lit office, there is only a desk lamp in the corner. Knowing that there is a hot tube in front of it, the moth flies toward it desperately, unwilling to sink into the desperate black abyss.

"Don't be so restrained, Curacao." The old man with something carved in front of the lamp turned his head and looked at him. His expression was gentle and his tone was full of forgiveness and kindness. "Speak straight, my child, I want to hear. Listen to your true thoughts."

　　 "His reaction was normal, and he accepted my capture calmly..."

　　 The moth finally landed on the dazzling lamp tube and made a slight "sting" sound. It twisted its body and struggled, but it could only slowly sink into the lamp tube and finally lost its movement.

　　 "What's wrong? Keep talking."

　　 Curaçao looked away from the light tube and said blankly: "He is normal, except for a bit vicious. In addition, I think the sanitary conditions of the base are worrying."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Rum glanced at the lamp, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a lot, but the previous gentleness disappeared, but it seemed a little weird.

　　 "Don't be so serious." He said, "Without these little things, our life would be too boring."

　　 "Yes." Curaçao bowed his head respectfully and said nothing.

　　……

　　 Xinfan was awakened by a basin of ice water.

　　 He barely opened his eyes and saw the strange man standing in front of him at a glance. No, maybe they had met in a certain base of the organization, but the arrogant Mezcal did not want to remember these faces doomed to death.

　　 "Let's talk, say it early and get out of it."

　　 There are various instruments on the table next to the man. Compared with torture instruments, Xinfan feels that they are more like surgical tools used by doctors. In addition, there are all kinds of medicines and needles.

　　 From leaving the music classroom to the present, I don’t know how long it has passed. During this period, Xinfan has not drunk a drop of water, and his lips have long been chapped. He pursed his lips and moistened them with the cold water dripping from his hair. Then he tried to speak: "I..."

After 　　 said a word, Shinhan coughed violently.

　　 His embarrassment was fluttering like a piece of paper in that person's eyes. The person looked at him indifferently and his face became paler after coughing, and his shoulders couldn't help shaking afterwards.

　　 Xinfan is secretly surprised.

what happened?

　　 He knows his body, even if it is not as good as a professional boxer, it is definitely much stronger than ordinary people. Moreover, he usually doesn't stay up late and eat junk food, so he should be in good health.

　　Why does he feel that his lungs are burning as if it is burning? Every breath is a huge pain for him.

　　 What did they inject him just now? !

　　 "Why, did you decide to say it?" The man squatted down in front of him and looked directly at Xinfan's eyes.

　　 Xinfan looked at him unwillingly, "What do you want me to say, Stout?"

　　 The man was stunned: "Do you know who I am?"

'certainly. "Xinfan thought," the code-named members of the organization stay in the UK all year round to coordinate affairs in Western Europe and are deeply trusted by Cohen. In addition, Stout was an undercover agent sent by I6. ’

　　 Xinfan snorted coldly, "That's **** British."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 If it weren't for Stout's pure London accent, he probably wouldn't recognize it.

　　 Hearing that Stout laughed: "It's all about this time, how can you still be so ignorant?"

"boom!"

　　 A bouquet of blood blossoms on Xinfan's shoulder! The sudden pain almost made him unable to restrain the pain, but fortunately, he gritted his teeth and didn't let his voice overflow.

　　 Damn I6! What is the operation of shooting at a disagreement? ! At such a close distance, Xinfan could even smell the smoke of gunpowder in the air~www.readwn.com~ and his eardrums were humming.

"Stuart!!" Xinfan looked at the blond man fiercely, his voice trembling with pain, but the coldness and killing intentions contained in it still shocked Stout, "I'm going to kill you! Absolutely! !"

　　 This is a lunatic.

　　 Stout made this judgment for Mezcal in his heart, and at the same time stepped back.

　　As a native British, as an excellent investigator of I6, Stout actually hates Americans, especially the FBI. This is a disgust carved in his bones. But as a peer, he has to admit the ability of the FBI.

　　 Mezcal is the undercover agent of the FBI?

Do not make jokes! Can the FBI be able to control a madman like Mezcal?

　　 When he was asked to interrogate the undercover agent, Stout was originally very nervous. He hates killing, and even more hates to hurt these righteous people because of himself.

　　 But after seeing Mezcal, Stout was suddenly relieved. The pressure on his shoulders suddenly decreased.

　　 Although I don’t know why Mezcal was suspected by the organization, he must not be an undercover agent. Therefore, even if Mezcal is killed, it doesn’t matter, it just happens to be able to do harm to the world!

　　 Stout is not very good at hiding emotions, or should be said to be not as good at Mezcal. He and Xinfan were so close, the sudden relaxation in his eyes was caught by Xinfan almost immediately.

　　 Very good, just continue like this.

　　 The pressure of being undercover is already great, and Xinfan knows the feeling very well. So, if he can make Stout feel relaxed after exposure, it seems not bad.