Chapter 73 Eat Melon with Relish

Perhaps people always have a ridiculous feeling that things hurt their kind.

Knowing that it is irrational, but still want to do it.

Did Akai Hideichi ever have such distress?

At the risk of being discovered, he extended a helping hand to an undercover agent belonging to a different intelligence agency than himself on Japanese territory, and said the phrase "it's easy to let you go alone".

Is it really that simple?

If this is the case, Xinfan will not have a headache about Carignan now.

Afterwards, even if Fugu Rei knew that Zhu Fu Jingguang committed suicide, he was still full of hatred for Akai Shuichi.

Because he felt: Akai Shuichi is so powerful, there must be more than just watching him commit suicide.

However, what obligation and responsibility does Akai Shuichi, who is an undercover agent of the FBI, have to save him?

But in the end, just as Fugu Ling hoped, Akai Shuichi did not abandon Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was also an undercover agent, he wanted him to live. It's just that Xinfan at that time could only live up to this great kindness.

Shinshige, who was lost in memory and troubled about Carignan, his eyes suddenly fell on a piece of information.

This is……

He seems to have a way.

Five minutes later, Xin Fan clicked on the next communication record between the Swedish Security Service and the US FBI.

"Mezcal, how do you plan to deal with Carignan? The prison where she is held is very strict, and the risk of sneaking in is very high." Silla asked.

Xinfan ate melons with great relish, but upon hearing this, he just replied casually: "It's okay, she will come out by herself."

Then he went black.

"...Do you want to be in such a hurry? I haven't copied the black history of the FBI yet." Xinfan sighed, "I won't be able to appreciate it properly in the future."

Sira: "..."

Xin Fan regretfully restarted the computer and ran a system-shielding software to prevent the hackers from the Swedish Security Agency from reversely hacking and finding out his location. After doing all this, he inserted a small plug-in into the shielding software.

Just now, he discovered that the FBI and the Swedish Security Agency have been cooperating very frequently in recent days, and they are mainly targeting some organizations.

This point can be used to take advantage of it.

After all, due to the existence of Shuichi Akai, the organization has long regarded the FBI as its worst enemy. It is not surprising that accidents occur in operations involving the FBI.

"Let's find a place to rest tonight, and I can send Carignan to God at noon tomorrow." Xin Fan's mouth curled up into a smile of unknown meaning.

...

Xi La took Xinfan to the place where he lived, and left him the guest room that had already been packed.

This is a two-storey small building, not big, but very cozy. There was a soft carpet on the floor, and a fire crackled occasionally in the fireplace.

Xinfan looked around, and then stopped in front of a photo.

The photo is a bit old, and the color is slightly yellowed, but it can still be seen clearly that it is a young couple with a young son.

"It's a little late, and there aren't many things to cook. Can pickled herring be okay? It's the season to eat it recently." Sila walked to the kitchen naturally, and turned around to see the photo of Xinfan staring, "That's my parents and My only photo."

"They..." Xin Fan hesitated to speak, he didn't know if it was appropriate to ask these rashly.

But Silla said quite frankly: "They died long ago! I was left alone to mess around in society since I was a child. I couldn't do anything else but fight with others."

Xin Fan was surprised and said, "So your fighting skills are all based on fighting?"

He didn't know much about Silla in the past. Although he knew a little about the other party's experience before joining the organization, he still felt that he was proficient in fighting through systematic study.

"Aren't you a fighting skill that comes from fighting?" Sila put the can of pickled herring in the water and opened it gently, "Whether you have learned it or not, real fighting still depends on experience. By the way, Mezcal, yours Great marksmanship, right?"

"I got into firearms because of my hobby, but my skills are really not very good." Xin Fan said with a smile, "In terms of gun skills, Bourbon and the former rye are the two of them who are more powerful."

Syrah steamed four potatoes, cut them in half and put them on the plate, and added some cheese and sour cream: "I know that your sniper distance is no lower than the record left by Akai Shuichi back then. Bourbon, although I don't I’ve seen it, but it’s probably worse than yours.”

is that so?

Xin Fan did not refute. It's just that he clearly remembered that that guy was always number one when he was in the police academy.

Regardless of marksmanship or fighting, Furutani Ling always dominates him.

Even Datehang passed him later, and seemed to graduate second in the end, content to enter the system and become a policeman.

He, in fact, is not a very self-motivated person.

He doesn't have the strong will of Furutani Rei, and he doesn't have a certain obsession like Matsuda Jinpei and Date Ko, and even the seriousness revealed in the cynicism of Hagiwara Kenji is something he doesn't have.

However, after voluntarily entering the organization undercover in order to find out the truth about the murder of his parents, the original Zhu Fujingguang finally changed.

Now Xinfan is firmer, more restrained, and stronger.

When Hagiwara and Matsuda had an accident, he was unable to stop it because of organizational matters. When Date Ko was involved in a car accident, he was undergoing the transition from Scotland to Mezcal.

No matter what, I don't want that guy to be alone. Even if Jiang Gu Ling is used to facing everything alone, and is used to worshiping four old friends every year, he still wants to work hard to live.

He will not die, and he will not let Jiang Guling have an accident.

No matter what happens in the future, let them create Conan's ending together.

"What are you thinking?" Silla put the plate full of food on the table and asked curiously, "I saw you in a daze from just now."

Xinfan retracted his scattered thoughts, and calmly changed the topic: "It turns out that people's tastes can really be changed by the environment."

He already smelled the familiar sour smell, but for the Swedes, pickled herring is a very common and delicious dish.

After staying here for three years, he has long been used to the taste.

It's even... actually quite delicious.

Silla also nodded when she heard the words: "Not only the taste, but many things can be changed. I felt uncomfortable for a long time when I lost my parents. I don't know when I can look at this fact calmly."

"This is growth." Xin Fan said with a smile, "Growing is a very painful process."

Xinfan's words made Sira look at him strangely.

This mezcal guy is really scary. He obviously never blinks when he kills, and is so indifferent that he seems to have no emotion, but he can say such words with a smile, but it can give him a warm feeling unconsciously.

I'm afraid that many of those who died at his hands were willing, right?

At least, if Mezcal wanted to kill him now, Silas felt he would be willing to die.