In the dark room, there was only a beam of light hit from above, illuminating the people on the chair clearly.

Bourbon sat on a chair and saw a familiar electronic screen appearing on the wall in front of him.

"Borbon," said Rum. "Scotland is an undercover agent of the police. You have to kill him with your own hands to prove your innocence."

Bourbon was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened slightly, and he subconsciously said, "What?"

After saying that, he reacted and frowned and said, "Is Scotland an undercover agent? Have you confirmed it?"

"Of course, the source of intelligence is reliable." Rum stared at the blonde and dark-skinned young man in the video. "You know, the organization of such things is not allowed to make any mistakes."

"Okay, I get it." Bourbon sighed, and the delicate baby face made an expression of grievance, and the inorganic metal-like purple-gray eyes were filled with anger, malice and coldness of being betrayed and deceived.

"But, isn't it easy to kill him so simply? Even if he doesn't need to torture his information, can't I catch Scotland back and let me torture it before killing me? If he is an undercover agent, I will be very harmful. What will the people in the organization think of me in the future? I'm not willing to let go of this anger, Mr. Rum." He said.

Rum: "…"

Sure enough, it was ruthless whether Bourbon was ruthless. His concerns should be redundant. Bourbon could not be instigated by Scotland to betray the betrayal organization.

But the test still needs to be carried out as planned, be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years.

"No, if he escapes, you will be even more troublesome." Rum said firmly, "Borbon, you need to kill Scotland immediately."

November 7th.

10:25 pm.

Gin glanced at the message sent by Rum, sneered and put away her phone.

"What's wrong? Big brother?" Vodka asked.

"Rum is going to test Bourbon and Ley," Gin said. "Let's watch their reactions carefully in action and find anything wrong with it can be shot directly."

It is better to kill by mistake than let go, but it is not just the creed of gin.

If the organization did not have such a style, it would not be possible for Gin to attack so many people who were suspected of being undercover.

If Bourbon and Ley were not really excellent and useful code members, Bourbon had obtained a special status because of Pandora's experiment, and at this time they should have been controlled first.

"Notify Cohen and Chianti." Gin opened the door of the Porsche and sat in, "Start the action and go catch the mice, remember to catch the live ones."

Ley and Bourbon would be better off letting him find something wrong, otherwise...

Gin lit a cigarette, and a cruel and crazy excited smile appeared in the corner of her mouth.

Vodka responded, informed Cohen and Chianti and got into the driver's seat and started the car.

Alas, how could Scotland be an undercover agent? I could not believe it at all.

Don't the police do psychological tests for employees? Or is it that Scotland is so terrible that they are all disguised? No... this seems even more terrifying, right?

Bourbon is so miserable. He was deceived so miserably by an undercover agent. He was suspected by Boss Rum and Gin to be a traitor. It was really miserable. With his temper, he must be very angry now.

But is Scotland really an undercover agent? To be honest, he even suspected that there was something wrong with Boss Rum’s intelligence...

"Scotland is really an undercover agent!" Vodka blurted out in shock as he looked at a group of police officers who ran out to stop them.

The black Porsche, who was chasing Scotland, was forced to turn around and could only watch the car escape.

It's 11pm now.

They also didn't expect that they had already made an ambush and even allowed Scotland to run out successfully. It seemed that Scotland had already been prepared to expose itself and then retreat.

And judging from this specification, that guy has a good status in the police.

"I won't let him escape." Gin sneered, holding the headset and said, "Konchianti goes to drive the helicopter over, and Ley takes the shortcut to block his way from the other side."

While instructing others, he also spoke to Rum and the boss on his mobile phone, and then used more organizational members to act, using the lower-level members who had no code names in Tokyo now as chess pieces and cannon fodder to stop the police.

"Ah, brother, it's Bourbon's phone." Vodka suddenly said, raising his cell phone to show him.

Gin turned her head, and her wolf-like green eyes narrowed.

"Check." He said.

Vodka answered the phone: "Borbon? What's wrong?"

"Vodka, where are you?" Bourbon's cold and murderous voice came, "Tell me the escape route of Scotland and I'll arrive soon."

Vodka looked at Gin, Gin paused, then nodded.

So Vodka told Bourbon about their situation.

As soon as Vodka finished speaking, Gin reached out to take her cell phone and mocked her phone: "You have just come out of Rum, and it's at least an hour away from here. Even if you ask about the location, you don't have time to arrive, right?"

"Or, Bourbon, you are also a traitor to the organization. Do you want to use the power of other institutions to help the mouse escape?" he said.

"Gin, I know I'm suspicious now, so I won't argue with you." Bourbon said coldly, "But I warn you that Scotland must be killed by me, and no one can steal it from me."

After saying this decisive and full of malicious obsession and murderous intent, Boben hung up the phone neatly.

Not only did Gin not get angry, she curled the corners of her mouth and snorted, throwing her phone back to vodka.

"That guy actually had a day of real anger and anger."

11:45 pm.

"Gin!!!" Chianti screamed angrily in her headphones, "That guy Bourbon is crazy! He actually shot at our plane with a sniper rifle! We almost crashed!!!"

Gin took off her headphones and moved it slightly away: "Borben arrived so soon?"

They ran so far later, and Bourbon actually caught up. Is his car okay?

"That guy called me and said we couldn't tell him that we could rob Scotland from him! He said that only he could kill Scotland! He said that he had to kill Scotland with his own hands! He also said that this was Rum's order???" Chianti continued to shout, "Why can he kill Scotland but we can't?! I also want to shoot Scotland!!!"

"I want to shoot, too," Cohen said.

"Don't let him really kill Scotland. If the mission goal remains unchanged, he will still capture Scotland alive." Gin got out of the car, and her long silver hair and black windbreaker roared in the cold wind. "Killing Scotland with his own hands was the test given to Bourbon by Rum. I didn't expect that he could really catch Scotland faster than us."

"We can't stop him either! That guy used a sniper rifle to hit us with one hand and threatened not to get close. His other hand also used his gun to point the gun at Scotland and threatened him not to move! Is he a gorilla?!" Chianti raised his voice and almost went crazy, "Can I shoot??? Can I shoot them both directly?!"

"Calm down, Chianti." Gin strode forward, "Lei is almost here, and vodka and I are here soon, and find a way not to let Bourbon really kill Scotland."

"Can't, just tell him directly?" Cohen asked.

"No, the test is still in progress," Gin said. "Testing whether Bourbon and Ley are traitors is more important than life or death in Scotland."

"Ah! I saw Ley!" Chianti said.

Inside the armed helicopter, Chianti was staring at the on-site screen that was magnified several times on the rooftop, and Cohen pointed out the scene where Ley was just about to arrive downstairs.

Ley turned his head and glanced at the armed helicopter that hovered in the sky and drew huge beams of light, held the gun in his hand, and rushed into the building.

"Ley, too, went up." Cohen said.

"Where is Bourbon and Scotland?" asked Gin.

"When Bourbon saw that we didn't shoot, he didn't care about us anymore. He was raising his gun and saying something to Scotland." Chianti's face was almost on the screen and pressed it, "Corn! Hurry up! Drive the plane closer!"

Damn, she's really curious now what they're talking about.

"Looking at that expression, it was probably Bourbon who started the sarcastic tongue and sarcastic mockery that he was best at. Scotland showed a guilty and sad expression of being stinged hahaha! It deserves! It turns out that the undercover would also feel uneasy because of deceiving others?" Chianti started the live commentary for Gin, "The guy in Scotland seems to be explaining something, but Bourbon looks even more angry. Bourbon...fuck! Bourbon shot him!!!"

Gin paused and frowned: "He killed Scotland?"

"Rey appears! Damn! Bourne shouldn't have heard Leey's footsteps worrying that others would kill Scotland, so he just took action to kill Scotland first, right?" Chianti cursed, "Of course, with Bourne's technique, he shot the center of the heart and blood spilled all over the wall. Scotland fell down on the spot. I'll show you the video when I go back later."

Ley stood at the entrance of the rooftop, his eyes widened slightly after seeing the scene inside.

The dark night was illuminated by the huge beam of light from the helicopter in the sky, enough for him to see everything on the rooftop.

The blonde young man, holding a smoke-like gun, squatted beside the body of the black-haired young man who had his eyes closed forever, turned his head to look at him in a scarlet blood stain, and showed a smug and cruel smile on his face.

"Lai, you're late," he said.

Ley walked over, looked down at Scotland's quiet and bloody face and the big hole in his heart, and spoke slowly in the cold and bloody air. "You actually killed him?" he said, "Didn't Rum say he wants to catch the alive?"

Bourbon tilted his head in confusion: "What are you talking about? Rum told me that I must kill him with my own hands to clear my suspicion."

He stood up and shrugged at Ley and smiled: "Of course, even if Rum doesn't say that, I won't let anyone else kill Scotland. Only I can kill this man, and his life must be taken away by me."

Ley looked at him, looking at the dark and crazy purple eyes, realizing that his condition is not normal now, probably a little excited by the fact that Scotland was an undercover agent and killed him with his own hands.

Ley looked down at the Scottish corpse on the ground with expressionless expression. He originally wanted to go over and check his body with his own hands, but seeing Bourbon's appearance of protecting food, he probably wouldn't let him touch the body even if it was a corpse. Forget it...

The helicopter on his head began to move away, the light disappeared, the rooftop fell into darkness again, only a few moonlight could barely illuminate the surroundings. Bourbon squatted back to the Scottish corpse again and pulled out a sharp knife from his body.

The aura on Ley's body was instantly sharp: "Borbon, what are you going to do--"

Bourbon's cell phone suddenly rang, his movements stopped, he took out his cell phone and answered the phone.

"Borbon, retreat immediately, the police are here." Gin said, "The police dispatched many police officers to surround the place. If they don't leave immediately, they will be taken away by the police."

"Ha?" Bourbon shouted unhappily, "I don't want it! I haven't thrown his body into the sea to feed the fish! I'm going to take the Scottish corpse together!"

Gin: “…”

That madman!

Gin could already hear countless sirens coming quickly.

"Tsk." He was impatiently shocked, and snatched the vodka phone and called Ley again, "Ley, take Bourbon away."

"Understand." Ley stepped forward with a cold face and tried to grab Bourbon's body that pulled him out of Scotland.
To be continued...