Chapter 361 Tools become people, people become tools (two-in-one chapter)
9:13 pm, Paris underground base.
Ireland is in the base dormitory. He rents an apartment in District 6, which has better security. Due to the special situation tonight, he can only stay in the organization base for one night despite his injury.
However, this does not offend him. This kind of dormitory for code members to rest temporarily has everything, and the configuration is no worse than the carefully decorated apartments outside.
He was sitting on the bed, drinking cold beer, and watching the TV in front of him that was broadcasting the bombing in District 10. The building on the screen was bombed to only a layer of charred debris, and the buildings next to it were not affected at all.
"At 8:04 tonight, an explosion occurred in a house along the St. Martin Canal. According to the police, the area has been controlled by gangs for a long time. The cause of the explosion is temporarily unknown..."
Ireland snorted and almost laughed.
A place has been controlled by gangs for a long time... Although it is true, it is powerful enough to tell it so openly in front of the media.
...but the most powerful one is the little bottle of bitter wine that can single-handedly eliminate those people.
Ireland drank all the beer in one gulp, threw the empty can into the trash can at his feet, stood up and walked to the door, intending to go to the kitchen to get a few more cans.
He walked to the door, the electronic door opened suddenly, and a figure walked right in front of him.
"Angstra?"
The person in front stopped and turned around. He still had the same pale face that was almost half covered by bandages.
"You want to go to the kitchen? Then let's go together." Ireland issued a temporary invitation.
"OK."
The two of them walked towards the kitchen together.
Except for them, there was no one in the corridor. There was only a closed electronic door and a surveillance camera above. The clatter of footsteps was very clear.
Ireland lowered his head to observe Angostela's expression and found that he was a little absent-minded.
"What's bothering you?" he asked openly and directly.
"Something unexpected happened." Angstra whispered, "It's a pity that Madan is dead, otherwise I would like to ask him."
Hearing the undisguised depression in his voice, Ireland asked curiously: "How did he die?"
"I shot down the helicopter he was in."
...It turns out that the accident near the Eiffel Tower was also caused by him?
Ireland raised his eyebrows, but he was not surprised - he knew very well that the little bottle of bitters next to him, who was much thinner than him, had this ability.
The kitchen is right in front of you, and everything for everyone's entrance is prepared here. Of course, you need to have a complete palm print to unlock it before you can pass. Angstra raised her hand to fingerprint.
Ireland suddenly asked casually: "How many people did you kill tonight?"
"Four hundred and sixty-three."
Angstra's voice was so understated that she seemed to be just mentioning the few slices of bread she had eaten in the morning.
"The boss said that gangsters, regardless of their status, all pay 100,000 yen per life. This time it is temporary overtime, and it will be calculated at 1.5 times the usual rate. As a former DGSE official, Madan's life is more precious, and one life is worth 10 million yen. He
Each of the two subordinates received 1 million yen."
"This is what the boss gave me. I haven't taken into account what Rum gave me. Anyway, I made a lot today..."
When talking about how much money he made tonight, Angstra's mood seemed to improve. As he spoke, he raised his head and glanced at Ireland with his clean and clear red right eye.
The electronic door opened, and Angstra went in first.
"..."
Ireland stood there, looking at Angostela's seemingly defenseless back, and her tense body slowly relaxed.
...It's really scary.
No matter how many times he watched or listened to it, he would always feel this way every time he faced Angstra who had just completed his mission.
There are many members in the organization who can kill, but none like Angstra——
He is clearly killing people, but there is no fear or rejection in his eyes, nor is there any trace of murderous intent or malice. He is not like people in the sun who feel guilty, nor is he accustomed to numbness or pleasure like people in the dark.
No matter how many people he kills or what evil deeds he commits, it will not cause him to have emotional fluctuations.
This kind of Angstra is more like a tool that can perform all tasks efficiently than a human being.
Ireland, who was distracted, was a step late, but still stepped into the kitchen before the electronic door closed.
"Amuro!"
Angstra ran towards his men, and the blond mixed-race man suddenly became alert and turned around slowly.
"...Angstra?"
Hearing his slightly hesitant tone, Ireland stopped and looked over there suspiciously.
He saw with his own eyes how desperate Toru Amuro was while riding in the elevator, and also saw through surveillance how crazy Toru Amuro was when he interrogated the captives. His despair and madness were all because of Angstra's departure. That kind of fiery emotion made people feel sad.
Sideways glance.
Now that the little master he has longed for has finally come back, why is his tone like this?
Ireland was instantly alert, and most people in the organization were suspicious, except for Angstra, who didn't care about these things.
Could it be that those... were all the acting skills used by this man to fool them?!
"I'm back."
Angstra hugged Toru Amuro and gently ran her hands along his back to comfort him, just like a home owner smoothing the coat of a large golden retriever that had been guarding the house for a long time.
"I told you I wouldn't leave you...what happened to your finger?"
Angstra suddenly let go of Toru Amuro and carefully took his hand.
Ireland walked over and took a look, and found that there were several kitchen knife cuts on Amuro Toru's fingers. On the counter behind him were Western appetizers, soups, main dishes and snacks, and the appearance was no worse than those in high-end restaurants.
"..."
Looking back, Toru Amuro carefully held Angstra's hand back.
"I cut it accidentally."
Toru Amuro didn't notice that Ireland was observing him. He only had Angstra in his eyes: "I'm really worried about you. I wonder where you are all the time, when you can come back, and whether you will be there when you come back."
Injuried……"
The tenderness in his eyes gave Ireland goosebumps all over his body - not disgusting, but shocked by the huge contrast with his interrogation.
"I'm not injured. Your injuries are worse than mine. Go take care of the wound. You have a very deep wound... Do you want me to help you?"
"good."
Ireland looked away, no longer caring about the owner and loyal dog who had completely forgotten that he was there, and went to the refrigerator to get his beer.
It seems that he is overthinking it. The craziness Amuro Toru showed before and the enthusiasm and stickiness he shows now are definitely from the heart - if this can be used as an acting skill, this man is too scary.
The same goes for Angstra. How can he be an emotionless mission tool if he is willing to appease his organization members like this?
Ireland was speechless at his own imagination and left the kitchen with his beer.
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"Jianggu, what do you think the undercover agent will do?"
"Get first-hand information and eradicate criminal organizations."
"What's more specific? What will you do while undercover? Is it to kill people or to save people?"
"..."
"You are going to kill people, and aim your guns at the police partners or innocent people you want to protect; you are going to save people, and in order to gain the trust of the organization, you are going to save some heinous people. Your success is not how many people you kill.
Or how many people have been saved, but how long you can persist in this environment and how much information you can get."
"..."
"Even if innocent people are sacrificed, you can't be weak. Even if your family and friends are killed, you can't be shaken... You can't trust anyone in that organization. You can understand them and understand their weaknesses, but you can never give your feelings."
Having said this, the instructor's expression became a little relaxed.
"You have to remember that the essence of an undercover agent is a tool. A tool for obtaining and transmitting information should not have emotions."
"The process of being an undercover agent is actually the process of changing from a human being to a tool."
"This is very painful. I know it will be very painful...moral torture, conscience struggle, highly dangerous and depressing environment. Many undercover agents lose not to the enemy, but to themselves who cannot persevere."
"...can you do it?"
…
Fang Gu Ling opened his eyes in the darkness.
Dreams and reality were intertwined in front of him, making him unable to tell which was real.
He knew that he had to control himself. This was not a residence arranged by the organization, but a base of the organization. There might be some surveillance or bugs in the room that he had not checked out, and Angstra was sleeping on his bed.
shop.
But his chest was so compressed that he could hardly breathe, making him unable to control himself for a while.
Undercover agents often suffer from serious mental problems, Jiang Guling heard the instructor mention this in the past.
His pain stems from mental pressure, and it started when Tsubouchi died... No, it started when he was violently tortured by Gin. With the death of the CIA undercover agent, he was accidentally seriously injured, and his body
Strange intermittent amnesia occurred, reaching its peak.
Fangtani Rei stretched out his hand and stared at the cuts on his fingers, thinking about the miserable death of the prisoner.
He knew that he had done it, and he had a clear memory. He even remembered the joy that flashed through his heart when he saw the man struggling in drowning.
The methods of agents are not clean, and they will not exclude torture to extract confessions when necessary, but the cruel methods used are to obtain information, not to satisfy the inner desire to sadize.
If one day he will take pleasure in torturing the enemy, what is the difference between him and the guys in this organization? They are also the remnants of lunatics who will bring harm to the country.
Feng Guling felt that he must see a psychiatrist after he returned. He was afraid that if he continued, he would collapse first.
"...can you do it?" The instructor's words still ring in my ears.
"I……"
Fangtani Rei murmured to himself, as if he wanted to answer a question from the past.
At this moment, he felt a sudden movement on the upper bunk, the light on the pillar turned on, and a furry head poked down from above.
"Amuro, can't you sleep?"
Angstra lay there looking at him.
"…………"
Jiang Guling suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and tried to force out a smile: "I can't sleep at the moment, why aren't you sleeping either?"
"I was talking to someone else," Angstra replied.
Jiang Guling suddenly woke up completely.
Why does the little devil stay up all night chatting? Who is he chatting with? Hiro? Shirley? Morohoshi's gloomy Gin No. 2? Or... the boss of the organization?
He saw on the news the bombing in District 10 and the crash of a helicopter near the Eiffel Tower. Especially the former bombed a local French gang. Angostura caused such a big fuss, and the boss of this organization might communicate with him by email.
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After getting the instrument, Jing Baiye fell into confusion.
Pan Nuo's home is in District 10. After he was exposed, the place was cleaned up by the organization as expected. He had seen Pan Nuo's relics and there was no such instrument in them. At that time, he didn't care, thinking that Pan Nuo hated him, so
Throw away his gift.
Why at his boss's place?
Did Panno give it to him, or did he steal or snatch it from Panno?
Jing Baiye didn't understand, and he had a vague guess in his heart, which was quickly denied by himself.
No matter what, Panno's betrayal of him was true.
He wants to catch him.
And after a year of getting along with him, he knew how much he cared about property - he had to chase down a thief for a door lock, and was compensated with a trip before letting go - why did he choose to stay in such an important villa?
Catch him?
Jing Baiye didn't think too much, he forced himself not to think too much.
He took the machine back and hurried back to the base to find Toru Amuro. In the phone booth, his expression was particularly uneasy and painful.
After returning home, Jing Baiye had a delicious dinner and went to the dormitory with Toru Amuro, planning to stay here for one night and go back tomorrow.
Then, he fell asleep.
Jing Baiye didn't dare to toss and turn because this dormitory had bunk beds with bunk beds. He was worried that if the shaking was too strong, Toru Amuro would wake up from below. He hugged the quilt and was dazed for a while, then took out his mobile phone and decided to chat with someone.
.
Considering the time difference, he only sent an email to Spiatus. He didn't mention the instrument, only Panno.
【Why did Panno want to arrest me at that time?——angostura】
He couldn't ask Belmode, Gin or Rum this question, because their answer would only be - that guy is an undercover, and it is only natural that he wants to catch you, a member of the organization who was deceived by him.
Including himself, he thought the same way before going to Japan.
[What do you want me to answer you?]
Spiatus' flat tone made Jing Baiye stunned for a moment.
As an undercover agent trying to arrest members of the organization, this is the most common and reliable answer... What does he want Spiatus to tell him?
[This is a matter between you two. If you want to know, go check it out yourself. 】
Their boss is omniscient and omnipotent, but his only problem is that he cannot understand emotions.
…
"I'm chatting with someone."
Jing Baiye lay on the upper bunk bed and looked at Toru Amuro below. He noticed that this subordinate was not in a good mood.
It was getting easier and easier for him to understand him now, and he could see that his emotions were tense at this time... If he had to find a reference, it was very similar to the time when he had insomnia after Ethan Bentang died.
It's just that that time he was disgusted and hated the organization. This time, the negative emotions were more likely to be caused by himself.
Jing Baiye retracted his head and jumped directly from the upper bunk to the ground. He walked to Toru Amuro and carefully looked at the expression of his subordinate at this time.
