Chapter 359 On How Terrifying an Undercover Undercover Drinking
Ireland took a step back and watched Toru Amuro stand up from the ground.
He waited for him to retaliate for the push just now, or to pass him and use the elevator to get back up, but to Ireland's surprise, Toru Amuro just calmly straightened his clothes and looked behind him.
"Buzzing..."
I heard the sound of an old elevator operating again.
Ireland turned around and saw that the elevator had gone up again at some point, and the voice of Curacao came from their headphones.
"Rum, I need an interrogation room." She stated her request without delay, and a scream came from the other side, "Catch someone alive."
"Where's Angstra?" Rum asked through the communication headset.
"He went to Area 10. He said the enemy's base is there." Curacao replied.
"...He didn't say the specific location?"
"No, Angstra said he could deal with those people on his own."
Rum paused and did not express any dissatisfaction about this: "Well, it seems that I have to pay him this reward in advance... Curacao, C4 is empty, take the person there for interrogation."
At this moment, a male voice suddenly interrupted the conversation between them: "Can I go?"
The speaker was Toru Amuro.
Ireland looked at him, and he turned a blind eye to his unabashed sizing, and continued to ask Rum on the other side of the headset for help.
"I hope, I hope I can help Angstra a little." He asked in a polite and polite tone.
Ireland was very optimistic about him, and just when he wanted to speak for Toru Amuro, Rum across from him spoke up.
"Can."
The second-in-command in the organization agreed to the low-level member's request.
"It's just that you may have a language barrier, so I'll ask Dai Jili to help."
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Daijili Cocktail, because of his status as a well-known designer, he has the opportunity to contact many celebrities, and he is an intelligence member.
When the base was attacked, apart from pressing a few buttons to reinforce the defenses of the room where the researchers were, he was completely unable to hold a gun and fight with the enemy like in Ireland or Curacao.
He bullied the weak and was afraid of the strong, and was very good at keeping his tail between his legs when dealing with those whose status or strength were stronger than his own. Knowing that Rum was dissatisfied with him, he quickly rushed to the interrogation room.
He was actually asked to translate for a low-level member...
Dai Jili lowered his head and moved his lips silently. He knew that the surveillance camera could not capture the shape of his mouth.
And that bottom layer is still...
Thinking of that irritating face, Dai Jili couldn't help but clench his fists.
Rum or Gin have not dealt with him so far, which shows that Toru Amuro has not exposed his secrets, but he still can't help but hate this guy. His dislike of Toru Amuro comes from Panno, and his hatred of Panno
The disgust and fear are there before exposure.
The electronic door opened and Dai Jili entered the C4 interrogation room.
Toru Amuro turned his back to him. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned around and showed a polite gesture to him: "We meet again, Mr. Dai Geli."
The troublesome Angstra was not around, and Daijili was too lazy to look good on him.
He passed directly over him, and after seeing the scene in front of him, his eyes widened instantly——
A man dressed as a gangster was tied head down to a water pipe, his forehead resting on the bottom of an empty square sink. Because of this posture, he exposed his ankle, which had a bullet hole that was still bleeding.
Dai Jili has been a member of the organization for a long time. He had seen interrogations before the current leader took over and when the previous leader was in office. He had encountered many more bloody scenes, but the scene in front of him still made him feel scared.
"Mr. Daigli, let's get started? I don't want to delay too long. I have to cook dinner for Angstra when he comes back. He must be very hungry..."
Daijili Cocktail froze in place. Hearing Toru Amuro's voice, he subconsciously turned his head to look.
This voice is gentle and not aggressive at all, just like the good-natured waiter in a street coffee shop who can deal with all kinds of tricky customers.
But when he saw his eyes, Dai Jili trembled all over and almost screamed——
There was no warmth in those purple-gray eyes, and something was growing ferociously and crazily inside, slowly tearing apart the shackles of reason.
A wild beast, struggling to escape.
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Toru Amuro is very calm.
He played with the folding knife in his hand, which he got from the captive gentleman. It is not sharp, but sometimes it can be more effective if it is not sharp.
He glanced at the clock in the room. At 7:30 in the evening, he started planning the evening's recipes.
This is France, and he wants to cook him Western food. Ireland tells him that there are a lot of ingredients in the base and he can use them freely.
Toru Amuro looked down at the prisoner, and he recognized him as one of the people chasing them in a car.
"Sorry, I need to ask you a few questions. My French is not very fluent, and my speaking speed will be a little slower than ordinary people. I hope you can listen to me patiently."
He showed an embarrassed expression and spoke clearly and slowly.
What should I prepare as an appetizer? Angostela is still young and cannot drink an aperitif, no matter how low the alcohol content is...
"Why did you know that we were driving to the far left? Who asked you to chase us?" Tohru Amuro asked.
Grains
Angstra suspected that the target of his mission did it. Toru Amuro didn't know who his target was. He only knew that he could dig it out directly from the prisoner's mouth.
Mr. Captive stared at him and cursed a few words that Amuro Toru couldn't understand. He blinked and looked at Dai Jili behind him.
"What did he say?"
Dai Jili's expression was pale and stiff, and he replied dryly: "This is just a curse word."
Toru Amuro looked serious: "What does that mean? Can you explain it to me in Japanese? There may be some important clues in it."
"...He called you a 'bastard' and a 'wild dog'."
"Okay, thank you for your translation, Mr. Dai Geli." Toru Amuro turned back, bent down, and patted the prisoner's face with his fingers, "Sir, I have to correct your wording. You shouldn't call me '
Dingo'."
"——I have a master."
When the two looked at each other, he saw that the other's pupils had almost shrunk to the point of a needle.
If you can't have an aperitif, you can only arrange an appetizer. It is said that French foie gras is world-famous, so it will be paired with freshly baked bread.
Toru Amuro turned on the faucet and water splashed on the prisoner's face.
He squatted down, blocked the bottom with a plug, and let the water gradually fill the sink. When the water covered his eyes, he turned down the water in the faucet and turned it into a trickle and poured it into the prisoner's ears.
"Look, your eyes are already flooded."
Toru Amuro squatted down and reached into the water with a folding knife in hand. The prisoner's eyes were tightly closed. He put the tip of the blunt knife against his eyelids and lifted them up.
He patiently helped him open his eyes, allowing him to understand his current situation more clearly.
The blood from the cut skin around the eyes and the blood dripping from the injured leg gradually dyed the clean water into light red.
The second course is soup. My boss's taste is a bit sweet, so he makes a rich and delicious cream of mushroom soup.
"At the current speed of the water, your nose will be submerged in one minute, and your mouth will be submerged in another minute."
"The current maximum holding time for humans underwater is 22 minutes. Sir, can you do it?"
"Be warned in advance, these 22 minutes are spent with your mouth closed and not talking. Once you open your mouth, you will choke, drown in pain in the sink, and die in a few minutes."
"What is this called...yes, waterboarding. It is said that some people in the United States like to interrogate enemies like this."
Toru Amuro said in a light and gentle voice.
The prisoner remained silent. His eyes widened to the extreme. He felt that the water level was gradually rising and death was approaching step by step.
Next comes the main course, which is the most important.
Angstra is too thin. Every time he hugs him, Toru Amuro will feel sorry for his thin body, so he must eat more meat for the main course. For example, beef with higher nutritional content is good and can be fried for him.
One of the best steaks ever…
Amuro Toru stood up and took the knife out of the water. He looked at the prisoner's injured leg and slowly inserted the knife there - near the bullet hole on the ankle.
More blood flowed out, and the prisoner whose wound was injured twice gritted his teeth and struggled even more fiercely.
Are you starting to feel pain now?
Amuro Toru laughed.
He looked down and saw that the hunter who had chased Angostela turned into the prey, struggling to death in front of him, and smiled happily.
"Okay, sir. Please don't move. I want to try - can I use a knife like this to pick out the bullet in your foot..."
The water exceeded the prisoner's nose and gradually rose to his mouth.
He pressed down on the wound and skillfully cut it to one side, just like handling a raw tomahawk steak. When the blade touched the bone, he pressed down and scraped hard——
"!!!"
The prisoner opened his mouth uncontrollably, but what he issued was not a cry, water rushed into his mouth impatiently.
Amuro looked at him coldly for a while, then grabbed his hair and pulled his head out of the water.
After the main course is dessert. Angstra likes desserts very much, so he must prepare them well...make a wheel puff, which is very popular in Paris, with pistachio jam in the middle. The taste must be as sweet as the smile of the little boss on him.
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"Sir." He smiled, "Are you willing to speak now?"
The prisoner coughed repeatedly, and it was impossible to tell whether it was water or the tears and snot he had choked on his face.
"I...ahem...just listened to the command in the earphones - he said...ahem...he said you guys are going to the far left!!"
"who is he?"
Toru Amuro is as patient as a kindergarten teacher teaching children how to calculate the number of 11.
"His surname...his surname is Madan! He paid us a large sum of money to capture that kid who lost one eye alive!"
Rum's voice came from the communication headset worn by Toru Amuro: "That's it, Amuro-kun."
"……OK."
Toru Amuro responded casually. He let go of his hand and let the head in his hand fall back into the water of the sink.
Without even looking there, he turned around and looked at Dai Jili.
——This member of the codename who once tried to burn him to death has been completely frightened.
Tohru Amuro didn't hate him. It was Dai Jili who blew up his house so that he had the opportunity to live under the same roof as his junior boss. Looking at it this way, he had to thank him.
So he politely extended an invitation: "Mr. Dai Geely, if you are free, would you like to go have a drink with me?"
