Chapter 662 Traitors Should Be Punished

"Mr. Kuroda." Rei Fukutani lowered his voice, "It's me, Rei Fukutani."

Two seconds later, a deep male voice came from the other side of the phone: "What's the matter?"

Fangtani Rei took a deep breath: "Can you contact the FBI? One of their undercover agents is suspected by the organization. If you need help..."

He paused, but after all, he still couldn't say that he was willing to help.

If Akai Shuichi is willing to kneel down and admit his mistake and beg him, he can help, but he still does not forgive Akai Shuichi for killing Scotland, never! !

This is his pride!

Unexpectedly, after hearing his ambiguous words, Kuroda Hei asked directly: "Did Mezcal be exposed?"

He actually said the code name of mezcal!

"Is Mescal really an undercover FBI agent?" Zero Fangtani asked hurriedly.

Heaven and earth, this is a matter of life and death. Chief Kuroda, you can't let your guard down in this place!

However, after Kuroda was silent for a few seconds, he also chose an ambiguous answer: "Use all means, please be sure to rescue Mescal."

Fangtani Rei thought very well. He thought he had arranged the safest plan for himself and Mescal.

However, unexpectedly, his boss directly told him on the phone, "Use all methods to rescue Mescal," without any intention of asking the FBI for confirmation.

This made Jiang Guling start to wonder, has the public security and FBI already communicated?

This is not impossible. After all, the FBI has been negotiating with senior public security officials on anti-terrorism issues for a long time, but the two sides have never been able to reach an agreement. The FBI thinks Japan has too many demands and is too slow, while the police think the United States always makes its own decisions and does things for others.

So...it turns out that Mescal is really an undercover agent!

After confirming Mezcal's identity, Bourbon took action immediately. After all, time waits for no one. What if he goes a step too late and Mescal is already dead? !

In the interrogation room, Mescal collapsed on the ground like a puddle of flesh. His clothes were in tatters and his skin was torn and bruised. Of course, the most serious injury was on his shoulder, and because he had not received effective treatment, the bullet remained in the flesh, hindering the recovery of the wound, making it even more terrifying.

Fangtani Rei had paid attention to the surrounding environment since he first came here. He was very sure that there was no surveillance equipment installed in this interrogation room. Perhaps it was because the organization preferred to rely on primitive but effective methods rather than advanced equipment that the mezcal was moved here from the gas chambers.

Of course, it's also possible that they were just "ptsd" who had cast a shadow over the gas chambers since Shirley's escape.

Jianggu Ling brought some medicine over. Anyway, Rum had an order not to kill Mescal, so he should have no problem treating Mescal's wounds.

After a long time, Nobuhiro once again experienced feelings other than numbness and pain. He felt itchy and cool on his shoulders, as if someone was swiping the skin with dogtail grass.

"Don't make trouble...I want to sleep." Nobuhiro murmured in a low voice.

Fang Guling paused for a moment in applying the medicine to him. He looked towards Mescal. The man still had his eyes closed and was obviously still asleep. This made him suspect that he had just heard something.

Mezcal did tell him to stop messing around and go back to sleep, right?

Moreover, there seemed to be a word between the first and last half of Mescal's sentence, but Fangtani Rei didn't hear it clearly.

Could it be someone's name? Bourbon or something.

Of course, it's also possible that it was someone Mezcal knew, perhaps his family and friends.

Touched in his heart, Jianggu Ling's movements in his hands became a little gentler. He picked out the bullet with tweezers, applied medicine carefully, and wrapped it with a bandage.

Jianggu Ling's movements were as smooth as clouds and flowing water. He had done the same movements countless times in the past many years. Some bandage for themselves, and some bandage for others.

But then those people died in front of him one by one, and in the end he was the only one left, still lingering in the world.

Sometimes Jiang Guling would feel sleepy and tired, and occasionally he would like to put down his burdens and take a rest. It's a pity that the ever-changing situation is like a wave that beats him towards the shore. He can't stop because there is a dark trench under his feet.

"Are you the same person as me?" Fangtani Zero murmured, wiping Mescal's face with a wet wipe to clean away all the sweat and blood.

At the same time, Jiang Guling's brain was also running rapidly. He wanted to formulate a mature plan as soon as possible to rescue Mescal without exposing himself.

As for Mescal, he should no longer be able to stay undercover in the organization. His evidence was too complete, and it was even more thorough than Akai Shuichi's original exposure.

But that's fine, break away from the undercover status and continue to live in the sun as Asano Nobushige, or change his name or appearance. Even if he becomes a disgusting man like Akai Shuichi, it doesn't matter, at least... he can live.

FBI undercover agents are always so lucky, so lucky that Rei Fukiya is jealous.

And what is his fate?

Jiang Guling's thoughts drifted back to four years ago inadvertently. His eyes were dull and his expression was sluggish, as if he had suddenly lost his soul.

He thought that when the organization was destroyed, his fate would gradually merge with that of Jingguang, Matsuda, Hagiwara, and Date. He will leave in a heroic, beautiful, but low-key way, as if he had never appeared in this world.

"Bourbon."

suddenly! The subtle hoarse voice was like a huge force, tearing Fangtani Rei away from the memories of the past.

Jianggu Ling came to his senses and lowered his head, not looking into Mescal's eyes.

"You're awake." Bourbon said.

"I'm sorry to trouble you to bandage me at this time."

Although Mescal's expression cannot be seen, it can be heard just from his voice that there must be an extremely gentle smile on Mescal's face at this time.

But...this is not right!

Mescal should be arrogant, willful, even vicious and cruel, he should not speak in such a tone. This tone always reminds Fangtani Rei of a person, a person who will never appear in front of him.

So, stop talking like that, mezcal!

"Am I dying?" Mescal asked.

Really, hadn't this person always been aware of what he was thinking in the past? Why did he pretend not to hear his request now?

Please, change your tone, anything is fine.

Bourbon lowered his face and said in a very bad mood: "Yes, you are going to die, and the traitors should be punished!"

He didn't even notice that he had accidentally said the same words that nasty FBI had said.