Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

"Conan's toast does not eat fine wine (!

No problem...

Bourbon couldn't read the chest radiograph, but he could at least see if there was something strange on his heart.

Obviously, Xinfan's heart is normal and there is nothing.

Could it be that there was a problem with Dr. Aso's examination last time? Or is it really something like a cyst that was metabolized by Asano Shinshige himself after this period of time?

Bourbon breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that Mezcal was okay. But at the same time, new doubts arose in his heart.

The only thing left is Mezcal's trauma.

Belmode glanced at the time and said, "I have to go to the logistics team to fetch the previously customized equipment. Let's go."

Aoki Hoon also said: "I'll go back to the laboratory to study whether the medicine can be strengthened."

He felt that he had been insulted, and the anesthetic he worked so hard to develop was actually ineffective against Mezcal.

Great failure!

So soon the ward became empty.

Bourbon moved to a small bench, sat next to Mezcal, and began to worry about what happened next.

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

Bourbon's eyes suddenly showed what Mezcal looked like when he was in the interrogation room. He stood up alertly.

Fortunately, this time Mezcal only coughed a few times. His face was still healthy, and he could even talk to him: "Bourbon, why am I here?"

"The drug you injected caused an immune response, so I took you to the infirmary for rescue." Bourbon said indifferently, "You can't die yet, after all, your life is no longer yours. "

"Is it Rum's order?" Mezcal asked affirmatively.

Not surprisingly, Bourbon admitted, and asked, "It's him. So you participated in some of Rum's experiments?"

He cared about Mezcal's previous performance in the abandoned laboratory in Italy. Coupled with Rum's order not to let them execute Mezcal, Bourbon thought he might have understood the truth.

Mezcal did not speak, just stared at Bourbon. Although his face was still a bit awful, those eyes had returned to their previous sharpness, as if nothing could escape his eyes.

Refuse to say it?

Bourbon was not surprised at all. The fact that he has undergone human experiments is not worth sharing with his colleagues, especially now that Mezcal sees Bourbon as a member of the organization and an enemy.

However, due to the training of psychology in the police academy, he knows that Mezcal is now in a situation of isolation and helplessness, and he is most likely to trust in rare goodwill, so as long as he is not so vicious in the process of taking care of him After inadvertently revealing that he actually had an opinion on Rum, Mezcal will eventually tell all of his experiences.

Xinfan 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 the eyes. People like him who experience emotional ups and downs when they encounter things related to those around them are actually not suitable for undercover.

Just like four years ago, if Hideichi Akai was not the FBI, Bourbon's performance at the execution of the traitor would be enough to make him suffer the suspicion of Rum and that.

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

"Buzzing—"

The phone that Bourbon put in his chest pocket suddenly vibrated. He got up and walked outside and closed the door of the ward.

After answering the phone, Bourbon appeared respectful: "Rum."

"Mezcal is out of danger?" Rum asked.

"Yes. Researcher Aoki said that his symptoms were a sequelae of testing new drugs, and he would be fine after a period of rest."

"Yeah." Rum said after two seconds of silence. "Since there is no life-threatening, let him participate in Aoki Hoon's experiment. His latest experiment has just entered the clinical trial stage."

Bourbon was stunned and blurted out: "Aren't we going to dig out FBI intelligence from Mezcal?"

Rum sneered when he heard the words: "Then did he say it?"

"..."

Not only did Mezcal fail to reveal a word, he has not even admitted his status as an undercover agent until now.

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

Rum meant that the organization arranges undercover agents in every official agency, and their authority is not low?

Jiang Gu Ling's mood is a bit heavy, but on the surface he is still the bourbon who is loyal to the organization: "Yes, I understand."

"Let Aoki go. His talent is not inferior to Shirley. If Mezcal can play a vital role in this experiment, maybe it will be more profitable than the undercover trade." In the room ten meters away, Rum was still carving the wood in his hand.

He doesn't seem to have many artistic cells, and the things he carved are very different and ugly.

Bourbon returned to the ward.

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

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

In Mezcal’s heart, he is probably in a difficult situation, unable to contact the FBI, unable to ask for help, and the organization is full of cannibalism, no one knows when they will raise the butcher knife to himself. The top of his head.

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

Recalling the past, this made Jiang Gu Ling's thoughts a little confused. He closed his eyes and drove away all the characters who shouldn't be in front of him, forcing himself to become a calm bourbon.

"Mezcal. Your right to deal with now is handed over to Aoki Hoon." Ryo Yuya heard him say so.

Mezcal finally looked away from the ceiling~www.readwn.com~ and gave him some points: "Really?"

Jiang Guling frowned: "Your reaction is rather calm."

"I know the experiment." Mezcal sat up with his body forced. Jiang Gu Ling thought about helping him get a pillow, but finally gave up such a plan. He watched the man laboriously moving on the bed, frowning because of touching the wound several times.

"I was in charge of the experiment." Mezcal finally sat up. He gasped, but his tone was calm. "Do you know ZJX-11? A biological toxin that was used to execute Shirley. The poison is a by-product of the experiment I am in charge of, and Hoon Aoki’s task is to study the virus that produced ZJX-11."

The latest chapter address of Conan's Toast: Don't Eat Penalty Wine: https://

Conan's Toast, Don’t Eat Fine Wine, Read the full text address: https://

Conan’s Toast, Don’t Eat Penalty Wine txt download address: https://

Conan's toast, not eat, drink, drink, drink, drink, and drink. Read on mobile phone: https://

In order to facilitate the next reading, you can click on the "Favorites" below to record this time (Chapter 665 Akai Hideichi is most suitable for undercover (seven days plus more, spread flowers!)) reading records, next time you open the bookshelf to see arrive!

Please recommend this book to your friends (QQ, blog, WeChat, etc.), thank you for your support! ! ()