Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Seeing that Mezcal, who was originally brilliant and arrogant, is now in such a awkward end, I think about how much the other side cared about him when he was Asano Nobuhira, and was the hound that bit those guys together. It's hard to keep your face straight.

　　 It's just that they are still in the organization, even if they don't have monitoring equipment, they should be as cautious as possible, so Jiang Gu Ling did not clearly state his identity.

　　 He thought for a while, and said to Mezcal: "The organization has not yet determined that you are an undercover agent, but I don't need to say anything about how you will deal with it."

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

　　 "Who said these things, what is the difference?" Bourbon stood up coldly, walked to the side seat and sat down.

　　 His expression is extremely cold, and when he looks at Mezcal, he looks like a dead person.

　　 Even if gin or rum were standing here, he would not think that Bourbon intended to rescue Mezcal, who was an FBI undercover agent.

　　 But at this moment, what hides under the indifferent face named Bourbon is the anxious heart of Jiang Gu Ling.

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

　　 Jiang Gu Ling has not yet sorted out a clear idea. Most of the previously conceived schemes have loopholes. He needs time, as much time as possible.

　　 However, destiny sometimes likes to joke with people.

　　 Mezcal, who was hanging there quietly, suddenly began to withdraw violently. He was panting heavily, but even so, that pale face was still blue due to lack of oxygen.

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

　　 How does this symptom look like a lung problem, and the trembling body seems to represent an abnormality in the nervous system, that is, the brain. In addition, Bourbon remembers that everyone in the music classroom and the Mori detective office always likes to urge Nobuhiro Asano to go to the hospital for examination.

　　 Asano Nobuhira has a heart attack.

　　 FBI is sick!

　　 Bourbon confirmed his own evaluation of the FBI.

　　 These Yankees are sick! Akai Hideichi, who is healthy enough to shoot undercovers without hesitation, doesn't make good use of it. Why should an employee who may have congenital heart disease, lung disease, or neurological disease be sent to perform undercover tasks?

　　 Can't Akai Shuichi go to Korea for plastic surgery? In order to allow him to lie in the organization for two more years, he can kill colleagues who are also undercover agents, so why can't he get plastic surgery just for the task?

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

　　 Even Bourbon is willing to do something about it, such as letting Hideji Akai touch a piece of porcelain.

　　 Bourbon reached out to reach Mezcal's neck and made sure that his breathing was fairly smooth, which made him a little relieved. At the same time, however, Mezcal's heartbeat is nearly 180 beats per minute, which is not a good sign!

　　 Bourbon got up quickly, he decided to find a doctor for Mezcal first.

　　 Hoon Aoki is definitely not good. When the man saw Mezcal who was ill, his first reaction was definitely an autopsy rather than a cure.

　　 Fortunately, they are now staying at the organization’s base in Tokyo, equipped with an infirmary, where there are a variety of state-of-the-art instruments.

　　 Watching Bourbon rush out of the interrogation room, Mezcal's throat wriggled, as if he wanted to say something, but Bourbon ran out quickly and couldn't hear him.

　　Mezcal is saying: "Don't go, zero!"

　　 But when I first learned that the identity of Mescal’s undercover agent was revealed, Toru Amuro had also subconsciously stopped Nobuhira Asano, but Nobuhira Asano had his own ideas and never stopped for it. The same is true for Bourbon, letting him watch the death of his colleague, which caused him no less pain than killing with his own hands.

　　 Bourbon flew all the way to the infirmary. Even though it was night, it was still brightly lit.

　　 Aoki Hoon is guarding his glue here. This is the third repeated experiment he has conducted today, but the strips he ran out of the first two times were not ideal.

　　 As for why the medical office has things that the original laboratory would have...Don't ask, ask is the organization.

　　 Seeing him, Bourbon paused, but he still said, "Mezcal is ill, whoever of you will come and see."

　　 Aoki Hoon lifted his gaze from the document and swept to Bourbon. He reminded him quietly: "Don't worry, Bourbon, the way you look makes me think you are worried about Mezcal."

　　 Bourbon calmed down his heartbeat a bit, he was about to say something in return to this perverted scientist who is said to be trained by Mescal.

　　 However, an unexpected voice sounded first: "Mezcal's death shouldn't be what you and Rum want to see, right?"

　　 Bourbon looked back quickly. He frowned and asked, "Why are you here, Belmode?"

　　The person here is Belmode, who is known as the Witch with a Thousand Faces. In fact, her dress at the moment is not Kris Wynyard, nor is it anyone Bourbon knew.

　　 However, women, who do not know Bourbon, can go in and out at will. These keywords all point to one person-Belmode.

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

　　 Belmode stretched out his hand to caress the upper skin, and gently tore it, and suddenly the dark face on her face turned into a white to glowing Chris' face.

　　 Belmode chuckled: "Mezcal was found to be an undercover agent. This kind of news is enough to shake the organization up and down~www.readwn.com~ How can I not investigate the authenticity?

　　 "In fact, except for gin, all the members of the organization's code name in Japan should want to come. It's a pity that they don't have the authority."

　　 After that, Belmode laughed like a silver bell.

　　 What she said is actually correct, but there is a little exaggeration in it. In reality, the only person who asked her about Mezcal was Sila.

　　 Asking such a sensitive question at such a sensitive juncture, Silas undoubtedly caught himself with suspicion.

　　 But he and Mezcal are partners in Northern Europe. I heard that even this life was saved by Mezcal. It is natural to worry about it.

"Come with me."

　　 Bourbon didn't want to talk nonsense with Belmode, he picked up the doctor next to him, and walked towards the interrogation room.

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

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

　　 Belmode was stunned, she did not speak any more, but followed Bourbon quietly.

　　 啧啧, Bourbon, have you not found out that Mezcal’s affairs have made you mess up?

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