Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　 "Mr. Kuroda." Jiang Gu Ling lowered his voice, "It's me, Jiang Gu Ling."

　　 Two seconds later, a low male voice came across the phone: "What's the matter?"

　　 Jiang Gu Ling took a deep breath: "Can you contact the FBI? One of their undercover agents is suspected by the organization. If you need help..."

　　 He paused, after all, he still couldn't say that he was willing to help.

　　 If Shuichi Akai is willing to kneel down and admit his mistakes and beg him, he can help, but he still does not forgive Shuichi Akai for killing Scotland, absolutely not! !

　　 This is his pride!

　　 Unexpectedly, after hearing his ambiguous words, Kuroda directly asked: "Is Mezcal exposed?"

　　 even directly said the code name of Mezcal!

　　 "Is Mezcal really the FBI undercover agent?" Jiang Gu Ling hurriedly asked.

　　 Heaven, earth, this is a matter of life and death, sir Kuroda, you can't drop the chain in this place!

　　 However, after Hebei Kuroda was silent for a few seconds, he also chose an ambiguous answer: "By all means, please rescue Mezcal."

　　 Jiang Gu Ling thought very well, he thought he had arranged the most secure plan for himself and Mezcal.

　　Unexpectedly, however, the boss told him directly on the phone that "everything must be done to rescue Mezcal", which did not mean to check with the FBI at all.

　　 This makes Jiang Guling start to wonder, has the public security and the FBI communicated with each other?

　　 This is not impossible. After all, the FBI has been negotiating with high-level public security officials on anti-terrorism issues from a long time ago, but the two sides have been unable to reach agreement. The FBI dismissed Japan’s requests for too much and the efficiency was too slow, and the public security bureaus also dismissed the United States as always making its own claims and acting on its behalf.

　　 So... It turns out that Mezcal is really an undercover agent!

　　 After confirming Mezcal’s identity, Bourbon acted immediately. After all, time waits for no one. What if Mezcal is already dead if he goes one step late? !

　　 In the interrogation room, Mezcal collapsed on the ground like a puddle of flesh. His clothes were torn and torn, and his skin was also torn and bluish. Of course the most serious injury was on his shoulder, and because he had not received effective treatment, the bullet remained in the flesh, hindering the recovery of the wound, so it looked even more terrifying.

　　 Jiang Gu Ling has been paying attention to the surrounding environment since the first time he came here. He was pretty sure that no surveillance equipment was installed in this interrogation room. Perhaps it is because the organization is more willing to rely on primitive but effective methods than advanced equipment, which moved Mezcal from the gas chamber to here.

　　 Of course, it is also possible that they are just "ptsd", and since Shirley escaped, they have cast a shadow on the gas chamber.

　　 Jiang Gu Ling brought some medicine, anyway, Rum had an order not to kill Mezcal, so he should have no problem treating Mezcal's wounds.

　　 After a long time, Xinfan once again experienced feelings other than numbness and pain. He felt itchy and cool on his shoulders, as if someone was swiping the skin with dog's tail grass.

　　 "Don't make trouble...I want to sleep." Xinfan whispered in a low voice.

　　 Jiang Gu Ling's action of applying medicine to him paused for a moment. He looked at Mezcal, the man still closed his eyes, apparently still asleep. This made him suspect that he had just heard a hallucination.

　　 Mezcal did tell him to stop making trouble, he wants to keep sleeping, right?

　　 Moreover, Mezcal seems to have a vocabulary between the first half of the sentence, but Jiang Guling did not hear it clearly.

Will 　　 be someone’s name? Bourbon or something.

　　 Of course, it could also be someone Mezcal knew, perhaps his family and friends.

　　 Touched in his heart, Jiang Gu Ling's hand movement became softer. He took out the bullet with tweezers, applied the medicine thinly, and wrapped it up with a bandage.

　　 Jiang Gu Ling's movements are as smooth as clouds and flowing water. In the past many years, he has not known how many times he has done the same movements. There are bandages for themselves and others for others.

　　 But later, those people died in front of him one by one, and in the end he was left alone, still lingering in the world.

　　 Sometimes Jiang Guling feels sleepy and tired, and occasionally he wants to let go of the burden and rest. It's a pity that the ever-changing situation slapped him towards the shore like waves, and he couldn't stop because there was a pitch-black trench beneath his feet.

　　 "Are you the same person as me?" Jiang Gu Ling muttered, wiping Mezcal's face with a wet wipe to clean up all the sweat and blood.

　　 At the same time, Jiang Gu Ling's brain is also running fast, he must work out a mature plan as soon as possible, which can save Mezcal without exposing himself.

　　 As for Mezcal, he should no longer be undercover in the organization. His evidence is too complete, more thoroughly exposed than the original Akai Hideichi.

　　 But that’s okay. Get out of your undercover status and use Asano Nobuhiro, or change your name or face, and continue to live in the sun. It doesn't matter even to be a disgusting man like Shuichi Akai, at least... to be alive.

　　 The FBI undercover agent is always so lucky, so lucky to make Yutani jealous.

　　 And his fate?

　　 Jiang Guling's thoughts drifted to four years ago inadvertently, his eyes were dull, his expression wilted, as if he suddenly lost his soul.

　　 He thought, when the organization is destroyed, his destiny should gradually merge with Jing Guang, Matsuda, Hagiwara, and Date. He will leave in a majestic and beautiful, but low-key way, as if he had never appeared in this world.

　　 "Bourbon."

　　 suddenly! The faint hoarse voice was like a huge force, tearing Jiang Gu Ling from his past memories~www.readwn.com~ Jiang Gu Ling regained his senses, he lowered his head and didn't look at Mezcal's eyes.

　　 "You are awake." Bourbon said.

　　 "Sorry to trouble you to bandage me at this time."

　　 Although I can't see Mezcal's expression, I can tell from the voice alone. At this time, Mezcal must have a very gentle smile on his face.

　　 But... this is not right!

　　 Mezcal should be arrogant, arbitrary, even vicious, cruel, he shouldn’t speak in this tone. This kind of tone always reminds Jiang Gu Ling of a person, a person who will never appear in front of his eyes.

　　 So, stop talking like that, Mezcal!

　　 "Am I dying?" Mezcal asked.

　　 Really, isn't this person always aware of what he is thinking in the past, why now he pretends that he can't hear his request?

　　 Please, change your tone, everything is fine.

　　 Bourbon pulled his face down, in a very bad mood: "Yes, if you are going to die, the traitor should be sanctioned!"

　　 He didn't even notice that he accidentally said something that the pesky FBI once said.

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