Chapter 658 Mescal Is Crazy

The metal door of the gas chamber slowly closed, blocking out the light. The silence in the house returned to the beginning, a deathly silence.

Xinfan was still nestled in the corner, his eyes deep and heavy in the darkness.

"Will you be leaving here soon?" Hiroki asked in Morse code.

Nobushige took advantage of the opportunity to change his movements and knocked on the floor twice.

"Why? Haven't Bourbon and Gin already investigated it?"

On the surface, this seems to be true, but Nobuhiro is not optimistic. He always felt that something bad was about to happen. This feeling was very much like four years ago. It was just four years ago that he finally passed away safely, but now? Can he still be safe now?

Soon, Nobuhiro's worries came true.

Several people suddenly broke into the gas chamber. They held a tube of unknown drugs in their hands. They grabbed Mezcal and stabbed him in the arm!

Nobuhiro subconsciously wanted to resist, but with his arms tied behind his waist, he was unable to make an effective struggle.

His vision gradually blurred, and the bottomless darkness attacked him from all directions, eroding his consciousness. Nobushige wanted to stay awake, but sleep came far more violently and quickly than his will.

Oh no!

This was the last thought in Nobushige's mind before falling into coma.

…

"You saw him, what did you think?"

"The contact time was so short that I cannot make an accurate and objective judgment."

In the dim office, only a desk lamp was lit in the corner. The moth knew that there was a hot lamp in front of it, but it still flew there desperately, unwilling to fall into the despairing black abyss.

"Don't be so formal, Curaçao." The old man carving something in front of the desk lamp turned his head and looked over. His expression was very gentle, and his tone was full of tolerance and kindness. "Speak directly, my child, I want to hear it. Listen to what you really think."

"His reaction was normal and he accepted my capture calmly..."

The moth finally landed on the dazzling light tube, making a subtle "sting" sound. It twisted its body and struggled, but it could only slowly sink into the light tube, and finally lost its movement.

"What's wrong? Keep talking."

Curacao looked away from the light tube and said expressionlessly: "He is normal, except for being a little vicious. In addition, I think the sanitary conditions of the base are worrying."

Rum glanced at the desk lamp, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened a lot, but the previous gentleness was gone, and instead looked a little weird.

"Don't be so serious," he said, "our life would be too boring without these little things."

"Yes." Curacao bowed his head respectfully and said no more.

…

Nobuhiro was woken up by a basin of ice water.

He reluctantly opened his eyes and saw the strange man standing in front of him. No, maybe they had met in one of the organization's bases, but the arrogant Mescal was unwilling to remember these faces that were destined to die.

"Say it. If you tell me earlier, you will be relieved."

There were various instruments on the table next to the man. Compared to torture instruments, Nobushige felt that they were more like surgical tools used by doctors. In addition, there are all kinds of medicines and syringes.

I don't know how much time has passed since leaving the music classroom. During this period, Nobuhiro didn't drink a drop of water, and his lips were already chapped. He pursed his lips and moistened them with the cool water dripping from his hair. Then he tried to speak: "I..."

After saying one word, Nobuhiro coughed violently.

His embarrassment was as light as a piece of paper in the man's eyes. The man looked at him indifferently as he coughed and his face became paler. In the end, his shoulders were shaking constantly.

Xinfan was secretly shocked.

what happened?

He himself knows that his body is much stronger than that of ordinary people, even if it is not as good as a professional boxer. Moreover, he usually doesn't stay up late or eat junk food, so his health should be very good.

Why did he feel like his lungs were burning now, and every breath was a huge pain for him.

What did they inject him with just now? !

"What, have you decided yet?" The man knelt down in front of him and looked directly into Nobuhiro's eyes.

Xinfan looked at him unwillingly: "What do you want me to say, Stout?"

The man was stunned: "Do you know who I am?"

'certainly. ’ Nobuhiro thought to himself, ‘The codename members of the organization stay in the UK all year round, coordinating affairs in Western Europe, and are deeply trusted by Cohen. In addition, Stout is also an undercover agent sent by MI6. ’

Nobuhiro snorted coldly and said, "You're just a damn British guy."

If it weren't for Stout's pure Cockney accent, he probably wouldn't have recognized it.

Hearing this, Stout burst out laughing: "It's already this time, how can you still be so arrogant?"

"boom!"

A handful of blood flowers bloomed on Nobushige's shoulders! The sudden pain almost made him unable to suppress his cry of pain, but luckily he gritted his teeth and kept the sound from spilling out.

Damn MI6! What's the point of shooting someone over a disagreement? ! From such a close distance, Nobufan could even smell the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, and his eardrums were buzzing from the shock.

"Stout!!" Xinfan looked at the blond man fiercely. His voice was trembling with pain, but the coldness and murderous intention contained in it still frightened Stout, "I'm going to kill you! Absolutely. !”

This is a lunatic.

Stout made this judgment for Mescal in his mind, and at the same time took half a step back.

As a native British man and an excellent investigator of MI6, Stout actually hates Americans, especially the FBI. This is a hatred engraved in his bones. But as a colleague, he had to admit the FBI's capabilities.

Is Mescal an FBI undercover agent?

Do not make jokes! Can the FBI control a lunatic like Mescal?

Stout was originally very nervous when he received the task of interrogating the undercover agent. He hates killing, and he hates even more that he allows these righteous people to be harmed.

But after seeing mezcal, Stout was suddenly relieved. The pressure on my shoulders suddenly eased.

Although I don’t know why Mescal is suspected by the organization, he is definitely not an undercover agent. Therefore, it doesn’t matter even if he causes Mescal to die, he can still help the world!

Stout is not as good at hiding his emotions, or rather as mezcal. He and Nobuhiro were so close, and Nobuhiro caught the sudden relaxation in his eyes almost immediately.

Great, let's continue like this.

The pressure of being an undercover agent is already great, and Nobushige knows how it feels. So it seemed good if he could still put Stout at ease after the exposure.