9:13 p.m., Paris Underground Base.

Ireland is in the base quarters. He rented an apartment in District 6, where the security is better. Because of the special situation tonight, he could only stay at the organization base temporarily for one night with his injuries.

But this does not wrong him, this kind of dormitory for code members to rest temporarily has everything, and the configuration is no worse than that of the meticulously trained apartments outside.

He was sitting on the bed, drinking cold beer, and watching the TV in front of him showing the explosion in District 10. On the screen, the building was blown up to a layer of charred wreckage, and the buildings next to it were not affected at all.

"At 8:04 tonight, an explosion occurred in a house along the Canal Saint-Martin. According to the police, the area has been controlled by gangsters for a long time. The cause of the explosion is temporarily unknown..."

Ireland sneered, almost laughing.

A place has been controlled by gangsters for a long time... Although it is the truth, it is powerful enough to speak it out in front of the media in such an open manner.

...But the most powerful thing is that you can single-handedly deal with those people's bottle of bitter wine.

Ireland drank all the beer in one gulp, threw the empty soda can into the trash can at his feet, got up and walked towards the door, intending to go to the kitchen to get some more cans.

He walked to the door, the electronic door swung open, and a figure swayed right in front of him.

"Angostella?"

The person in front stopped and turned around. It was still the pale face that was almost half wrapped in bandages.

"Are you going to the kitchen? Then let's go together." Ireland issued a temporary invitation.

"OK."

The two walked towards the kitchen together.

There was no one in the corridor except them, only the closed electronic door and the surveillance camera on it, and the sound of footsteps was very clear.

Ireland looked down at Angostella's expression and found that he was a little absent-minded.

"What's bothering you?" He asked straightforwardly.

"Something unexpected happened." Angostella said in a low voice, "It's a pity that Madan is dead, otherwise I would like to ask him."

Hearing the undisguised depression in his voice, Ireland asked curiously, "How did he die?"

"I shot down the helicopter he was flying in."

...so he was also responsible for the accident near the Eiffel Tower?

Ireland raised his eyebrows, but he wasn't surprised in his heart—he knew very well that the bottle of bitters beside him, which was much thinner than him, had this ability.

The kitchen is right in front of your eyes, where everyone's entrance is prepared, and of course you need a complete palm print unlock to pass through. Angostella raised his hand to press his fingerprints.

Ireland suddenly asked casually, "How many people did you kill tonight?"

"Four hundred and sixty-three."

Angostella's voice was so light that it seemed to be just mentioning a few slices of bread that he had eaten in the morning.

"Boss said that gangsters, regardless of their status, have a life of 100,000 yen. This time, it is a temporary overtime, which will be calculated at 1.5 times the usual rate. As a former dgse official, Ma Dan's life is more precious. One is worth 10 million yen. He 1 million yen each for the two subordinates."

"Boss gave it to me. I haven't counted what Rum gave me. Anyway, I made a lot of money today..."

Speaking of how much money he made tonight, Angostella seemed to be in a better mood. As he spoke, he raised his head and glanced at Ireland with his clean, clear red right eye.

The electronic door opened, and Angustra went in first.

"..."

Ireland stood where he was, watching Angostella's seemingly defenseless back, and his tense body slowly relaxed.

...it's horrible.

No matter how many times he watched or listened to it, he would always feel this way every time he faced Angustra who had just completed a mission.

There are many members of the organization who can kill, but none of them are like Angustra—

They are obviously killing people, but there is no fear or repulsion in their eyes, nor the slightest bit of murderous intent or malice. They don't feel guilty like people in the sun, nor are they accustomed to numbness or pleasure like people in the dark.

No matter how many people he kills or what kind of evil he commits, it will not arouse his mood swings.

Such an Angostura is not so much a human being, but a tool that can perform all tasks efficiently.

Ireland, distracted, was a step late, but still stepped into the kitchen before the electronic door closed.

"Anshi!"

Angostella ran towards his men, and the blond mixed-race man made an inconspicuous move and turned around slowly.

"...Angestra?"

Hearing his slightly hesitant tone, Ireland stopped and looked over there suspiciously.

He saw with his own eyes how desperate Amuro was when he took the elevator, and he also saw how crazy Amuro was interrogating the prisoners through surveillance. His despair and madness were all because of Angustra's departure. look sideways.

Now that the little master he has been thinking about has finally returned, why is there such a tone?

Ireland was immediately on alert. Most people in the organization were suspicious, except for Angustra, who didn't care about these things.

Could it be that those just now... were all acting skills used by this man to fool them? !

"I'm back."

Angostella hugged Toru Amuro, and gently comforted him with his hands along his back, just like the owner returning home is smoothing the fur of a large golden retriever that has been guarding the house for a long time.

"I said I wouldn't leave you... What happened to your finger?"

Angostella suddenly let go of Amuro, and carefully took his hand.

Ireland walked over to take a look, and found that Toru Amuro's fingers were cut by a few kitchen knives. The counter behind him had appetizers, soups, main courses, and desserts in Western food, and the presentation was no worse than those in high-end restaurants.

"..."

Looking back, Toru Amuro carefully held Angostella's hand.

"Accidentally cut it."

Amuro didn't notice that Ireland was watching him. He only had Angustra in his eyes: "I'm really worried about you. I always think about where you are, when you can come back, and whether you will come back. Injuried…"

The tenderness in his eyes gave Ireland goosebumps—not disgust, but shock at the contrast with his interrogation.

"I'm not injured, your injuries are heavier than mine. Go and treat the wound, you have a deep wound... Do you want me to help you?"

"good."

Ireland looked away, ignoring the owner and dog, who had completely forgotten he was there, and went to get his beer from the refrigerator.

It seems that he thinks too much, the madness of Toru Amuro before and the enthusiasm and stickiness shown now are definitely from the heart - if this can make acting skills, this man is too scary.

And Angustra is the same, willing to appease the members of the organization under him, how could it be a mission tool without emotion?

Ireland, speechless at his own intellect, leaves the kitchen with his beer.

——

"Jiang Gu, what do you think an undercover agent will do?"

"Get first-hand information and eradicate criminal organizations."

"More specifically? What will you do during the undercover period? To kill people or to save people?"

"..."

"You are going to kill people, pointing your guns at the police partners or innocent people you want to protect; you are going to save people, in order to gain the trust of the organization, you will save some heinous people. Your success is not how many people you kill Or how many people were saved, but how long you can persist in this environment and how much information you can get.”

"..."

"You can't be weak even if you sacrifice innocent people, and you can't be shaken even if your family and friends are killed... You can't trust anyone in that organization. You can understand them and grasp their weaknesses, but you must never give your feelings."

Speaking of this, the instructor's expression was a little loose.

"You have to remember that the essence of an undercover agent is a tool. A tool for obtaining and delivering information should not have feelings."

"The process of being an undercover agent is actually the process of changing from a human being to a tool."

"This is very painful, I know, it will be very painful... Moral torture, conscience struggle, highly dangerous and depressive environment, many undercover agents are not lost to the enemy, but to themselves who cannot persist."

"...can you do it?"

…

Jiang Gu Ling opened his eyes in the darkness.

Dreams and reality were intertwined in front of him, making him confused for a moment which was real.

He knew that he had to control himself, this was not a residence arranged by the organization, but a certain base of the organization, there might be some surveillance or bug in the room that he hadn't checked out, and Angostella was sleeping on top of him shop.

But his chest was so oppressed that he could hardly breathe, which made him unable to control himself for a while.

Undercover agents often suffer from serious mental problems, and Jiang Guling has heard it mentioned by instructors in the past.

His pain stemmed from mental pressure, and it started from the death of Pingouchi... No, it started from the time he was violently tortured by Qin Jiu. With the death of the CIA undercover agent, he was accidentally bombed and seriously injured, and his body appeared. Strange intermittent amnesia, peaking.

Jiang Gu Ling stretched out his hand, staring at the cut wound on his finger, thinking of the captive's tragic death.

He knew it was done by himself, he had a clear memory, and he even remembered the flash of joy in his heart when he saw the man struggling from drowning.

The agents' methods are not clean, and they will not reject torture to extract confessions when necessary, but they use such cruel methods to obtain information, not to satisfy their inner sadistic desires.

If someday he takes pleasure in torturing his enemies, how is he any different from the guys in this organization? It is also the residue of a madman who will harm the country.

Jiang Guling felt that he had to go to a psychiatrist after returning, and he was afraid that he would collapse first if he continued.

"...Can you do it?" The instructor's words were still ringing in my ears.

"I…"

Jiang Gu Ling muttered to himself, as if he wanted to give an answer to a question from the past.

At this moment, he felt the upper bunk move suddenly, the lamp on the post was turned on, and a furry head poked out from above.

"Amuro, can't you sleep?"

Angostella lay there watching him.

"..."

Jiang Gu Ling suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, and tried to squeeze out a smile: "I can't sleep for a while, why didn't you sleep?"

"I was chatting with someone," Angostella replied.

Jiang Gu Ling was completely awake all of a sudden.

Why does the little devil want to chat when he doesn't sleep at night? Who is he talking to? Hiro? Shirley? Zhu Xingda's gloomy Gin No. 2? Or... the boss of the organization?

He saw the explosion in the 10th district and the helicopter crash near the Eiffel Tower from the news, especially the former was a French local gangster, and Angostura was such a big mess, the boss of this organization might send him an email to communicate.

——

After getting the instrument, Jing Baiye fell into a daze.

Pan Nuo's house was in District 10. After he was exposed, the place was cleaned up by the organization without accident. He had seen Pan Nuo's relics, but there was no such instrument inside. At that time, he didn't pay attention, thinking that Pan Nuo hated him, so he threw away his gift.

Why is it with his boss?

Did Panno give it to him, or did he steal or **** it from Panno?

Jing Baiye didn't understand, he had a faint guess in his heart, which was quickly denied by himself.

In any case, Pan Nuo's betrayal of him was real.

He wants to catch him.

And after getting along for a year, he knows how much he cares about his property - he has to hunt down and kill a thief for a door lock, and only let him go after being compensated for a trip - why did he choose to arrest him in such an important villa ?

Jing Baiye didn't think too much, he forced himself not to think too much.

He took the machine back and hurried back to the base to find Toru Amuro. In the phone booth, his expression was particularly disturbed and painful.

After returning, Jingbaiye had a delicious dinner, and went to the dormitory with Toru Amuro, planning to stay here for one night and go back tomorrow.

Then, he lost sleep.

Jing Baiye didn't dare to toss and turn, because this dormitory has bunk beds, he was worried that if the shaking was too strong, Toru Amuro would be woken up by him. He hugged the quilt in a daze for a while, took out his phone and decided to chat with someone.

Considering the time difference, he only sent an email to Spiatus. He didn't say anything about the instrument, he just mentioned Panno.

【Why did Pan Nuo want to arrest me at that time? —angostura】

He can't ask Belmode, Gin or Rum this question, because their answer will only be-that guy is an undercover agent, and it's only natural to want to catch you, a member of the organization he has deceived.

Including himself, he thought the same way before going to Japan.

[What do you want me to answer you? 】

Jing Baiye was taken aback by Spiatus' flat tone.

As an undercover agent who wants to arrest members of the organization, this is the most common and reliable answer... What does he want Spiatus to tell him?

[This is a matter between you, if you want to know, you can check it yourself~lightnovelpub.net~ Their boss is omniscient and omnipotent, the only trouble is that they cannot understand feelings.

…

"I was chatting with someone."

Jing Baiye lay on the side of the upper bunk bed and looked at Toru Amuro below, he sensed that this subordinate was not in the right mood.

Now it is easier for him to understand him, he can see that his emotions are tense at this moment... If he insists on finding a reference, it is very similar to the time when he lost sleep after Ethan Bentang died.

It's just that he hated and hated the organization that time, but this time, the negative emotions are more like he generated himself.

Jing Baiye withdrew his head and jumped directly from the upper bunk to the ground. He walked up to Amuro Toru and carefully studied the expression of this subordinate at this time.

"…Are you in pain?"

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