whisky.

There are a lot of whiskeys in the organization. Jing Baiye's three subordinates are Scotch whiskey, bourbon whiskey and rye whiskey. They know an Irish whiskey, as well as Japanese whiskey and sour malt whiskey who have been killed.

Except for Ireland, the other five are undercover.

Jing Baiye thought of this, and suddenly thought of Jerez brandy.

He, Calvados (apple brandy) and the three female subordinates he sent out are all branches of brandy.

Except for Calvados, the other four are also undercover agents.

The difference is that the code names of Ireland and Calvados were given by the former leader, and the other nine were given by Spiatus; the first five undercovers were sent in, and the last four undercovers were sent out.

Spiatus said that the undercover code-named brandy is convenient for statistics, and whiskey is probably the same.

"Because that undercover agent whose codename is 'Whiskey'?"

Because the first undercover agent I met was whiskey, the next undercover agent was a branch of whiskey.

but…

"Xyz Cocktail and Panno." Jing Baiye said, "Their code name is not whiskey."

"The two of them, plus Keel, Acquavit, Stout, Riesling—the six of them were codenamed by me," Fenrir said. "I don't like deliberately giving undercover whiskey codenames."

"Why?" Jing Baiye asked strangely.

As one of the six base wines, whiskey has a wide variety of brands, and there is no shortage of code names.

Could it be for other reasons?

——

…Why?

The man who can only control his body at dusk is silent.

"You told me that Whiskey was responsible for escorting you to Japan for more experiments. He was clearly capable, but he chose not to save you for the undercover mission."

"I thought you'd hate this whiskey."

On the other end of the phone was a suspicious voice from a teenager.

"I don't hate it, I just hated it once..." Fenrir said lightly.

…

What does it mean to be undercover in a criminal organization?

It means that if they want to climb up, they must do the same thing as the criminals they once spurned, even worse and worse, in order to win the trust of the organization's superiors.

There are many undercover agents in the organization, but Whiskey was the first to get the code name, which shows how much effort he has put in.

—One of the efforts is to **** a batch of experimental subjects who have survived the first experiment from the United States to Japan for more cruel human experiments.

They couldn't pass the customs, so they could only smuggle in by boat. Just like the slave trade in the past, people were transported out on the bottom of the cargo ship.

The difference is that the organization will not let them die inexplicably before entering the laboratory, the living environment is not that bad, and the escorts will also strictly monitor them to prevent them from committing suicide.

Fenrir was a man of few words. He didn't beg for mercy like others. He ate in silence every day, sat in silence, looked outside in silence, and looked at the man code-named Whiskey.

He saw someone pleading for whiskey, but he was unmoved and mocked;

He saw someone trying to commit suicide by hiding a fork, but was stopped by whiskey, and was severely beaten in the midst of vicious curses;

He saw members of the lower ranks fawning over Whiskey, offering him drugs, which he took and injected himself with while they watched.

At that time, Fenrir had more contact with experimenters, and this was the first time he met the code-named members of the operation team.

And the whiskey did fit his suspicions about the demons—

Powerful, cold-blooded, cruel, who regards other people's lives and futures as trivial.

So when he entered the laboratory to start round after round of experiments, and one day he learned from the experimenter that Whiskey was an FBI undercover agent, he was really surprised.

The whiskey sent to the laboratory was in such a state of distress that it had long been impossible to see what it looked like on the ship.

There is only a blurred blood hole left in one eye, many bones are broken, ten fingernails are torn apart, and there are large scars from the iron on the exposed skin. The trousers underneath are dirty. up.

Although some emergency treatment had been done, the experimenters still thought he was too dirty, so they asked Fenrir, who was the best at taking care of people, to help him clean it up, so that he wouldn't die so quickly—at least he could be used as a test object before he died.

Fenrir didn't say anything, but other people in the laboratory rushed after the experimenters left.

Among them he recognized the men who had been stopped for begging Whiskey and committing suicide, and they punched and kicked him, taunting and taunting him.

They didn't dare to say no to the experimenters, they only dared to vent their grievances on the person who sent them here and fell here at this time.

"Aren't you an undercover agent? Why don't you save us!"

"Go to hell!"

"You deserve it!! You sent us here, you deserve this kind of thing yourself!!"

With great difficulty, Fenrir stopped them, persuaded them to go to the side, and then lifted the man who was covered in injuries and would cause him pain wherever he was touched, and went into the next room.

He had no broken legs or waist, and Fenrir made him sit in the only chair.

Due to the attacks of other experimenters, the bandage on his body began to ooze blood again, and Fenrir carefully removed it for him.

"Thanks."

Whiskey's thank you was slurred, and he looked at Fenrir with his remaining eye, and he saw that the bone in his jaw had been shattered.

"...Do you regret it?" Fenrir asked.

Regret not being more cautious? Regret sending them here under escort? Regret... being an undercover?

"When I took on the task, I was mentally prepared."

Although he was hurt so badly, but he said this sentence so clearly, he really didn't regret it at all.

The torture devastated his body, but did not make him bow his head.

"Feel sorry."

— This is the last word of whiskey left in the world.

On the second day, he died in the experiment.

The experimenters complained a few words, "The agent is too useless", "Why send this kind of seriously injured defective product", "wasting our time", and then asked people to dispose of his body and turn to other experimental products.

…

"...and after he died, I didn't hate him at all."

No, in fact, when Whiskey said the phrase "I'm mentally prepared", he didn't hate him anymore.

Some people can't go back to the sun, and some people, they shouldn't stay in the dark.

Fenrir finished the whiskey story. He thought he would be emotional, because the death of whiskey had touched him a lot, but from the beginning to the end, his tone was as calm as if he was narrating an unrelated matter.

After all, so many years have passed.

The organization has existed for too long, Whiskey has been dead for too long, and he is like a ghost imprisoned in this world, watching the world with cold eyes for too long.

The young members of the organization did not interrupt him throughout, only a slight chewing sound came from the opposite side.

—he listened, and continued eating without hindrance.

Fenrir sighed softly.

The two generations of leaders of the organization—who was too self-aware to count himself in—had completely different attitudes towards undercover agents.

One hates undercover agents so much that he would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go. If he is caught, he will be tortured severely, and he will be tortured by various means before he is killed.

But he knew that deep hatred and fear were hidden under this extreme disgust.

The guy who is so afraid of death that he will use his own daughter as an experiment to study immortality is afraid. He is afraid of these elites from the intelligence department, afraid that these desperate guys will really get some important information and uproot the organization someday in the future .

As for the other, with the comparison of the former, the method is much "softer".

The man with whom he made the diabolical deal had known who the undercover agents were, but wouldn't have exposed them in the first place.

He treated them the same as other members, gave them a wicked code name, and gave them various tasks that would never touch the truth and core of the organization, watching their hands gradually stained with sin, and their souls sinking deeper and deeper in the darkness deep.

Even if exposed, he will not torture them. After he came to power, the undercover agents who were exposed by others were either killed by a single shot or by a bomb.

— Just like sometimes he doesn’t want to continue to give undercover whiskey related code names, so he mustered up the courage to ask him, not only is he not angry, he will also leave it to him to think about the code name, and his attitude is better than leaving it to him to decide what to have for dinner more casual.

One hides his fear with extreme means, and the other is so lenient that he doesn't take it seriously.

One destroys their bodies, and the other tramples their spirits.

He couldn't tell which was more cruel.

…

Jing Baiye finished his afternoon tea while listening.

He didn't feel much about the story, any more than Ethan Bentang was shot in front of his eyes—he saw it with his own eyes anyway, and he wasn't the person involved in that incident.

At most, he confirmed that the methods of the former leader were indeed as brutal as rumored, and that he finally knew the origin of the whiskey code name.

"Grey, what are you going to do with the three undercover agents around you?...Did you tell anyone?" Fenrir asked.

"I told Belmode."

Belmode is his important guardian. He likes her very much, and he will definitely give her important information as soon as possible—especially since she is now on a mission with Ley, and he has to protect her from undercover agents.

"...what did Chris say?"

"She said she knew it, and she would supervise him to complete the task of killing other undercover agents."

The implication is that she will not kill him.

It's not just Ley~lightnovelpub.net~ Belmode didn't intend to kill the other two, she also said that she would not tell others—"I will choose the most tactful way to remind Gin to treat him well eyes and nose"—not to interfere with his choice.

"She let me handle it myself."

Jing Baiye glanced at the bedroom door, the system map was beside him, and the blue dot inside was motionless.

"I will not kill them, nor torture them..."

He could guess the reason why Scotland didn't arrest him—he was always the one who cared most about him among several subordinates other than Toru Amuro—the first three reasons were that he couldn't be beaten, couldn't be beaten, or couldn't be beaten, and the last reason might be that he wanted to instigate him. Just like Panno at that time.

It's a pity that no matter what, Jing Baiye is a member of the organization.

He might save people for system tasks, but from the beginning to the end, he never had the idea of ​​leaving the organization.

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