Conan's winery play house

Chapter 367 Amuro Toru and Kurodabei
Several figures dressed in white clothes that looked like medical staff pushed the push bed and walked in the corridor, and the footsteps sounded uniform.

Whoever it seems they are to save the patient's life.

In the corridor ahead, a blond figure was standing there waiting.

"Is it the person Rum asked you to hand over?" the blond man asked.

"Code name." The leading doctor-like figure didn't pay attention, but said indifferently, like an emotionless machine.

"Bourbon." The blond man raised his eyebrows and replied with great interest.

The whole body exudes reason, and the figure without emotion raised his right hand, tapped the smart watch, and the blue light shone on the blonde man's face, collecting the other's face ID.

[Identity confirmation - Bourbon. 】There is a prompt sound from the watch.

[Confirm delivery. 】

"It's yours." The figure in white said so, and gestured backwards, and the person pushing the push bed pushed the push bed forward, directly in front of the blond man.

The person lying on the push bed should be a person. Even if the white cloth covers the whole body, it can still be seen that it is a person. Toru Amuro lifted the white cloth and looked. The person lying inside has a familiar and long-lost photo. Face.

Kuroda Bei.

His boss, whom he had met during his undercover training, hadn't been face-to-face for a long time after becoming an undercover agent.

The other party was lying on the push bed at the moment, and the limbs, waist, and even the neck were tied with restraint belts, in order to prevent the other party from making violent movements.

The mouth was also taped to prevent screaming for help.

And some pinholes can be vaguely seen on the neck.

It should be the needle hole of the anesthesia needle, Toru Amuro guessed.

Because Kurodabei can only move his eyes at this moment, and he cannot move other parts.

"Kurodabei..." Toru Amuro read the other party's name, his voice was full of meaning, and even the smile on his face was extremely unpredictable.

This group of figures in white clothes, who looked like doctors, delivered people and confirmed Bourbon's identity before disappearing in front of Bourbon without hesitation.

I didn't plan to say a word.

Amuro looked at the man pushing the bed with open eyes, and covered him with the white cloth again.

Slowly, as if very leisurely, he pushed the cart into the punishment room.

All he could use was the punishment room. The interrogation room was not his territory. If the guys from the torture department saw Kuroda Heiwei, they would definitely cause a panic attack.

In the hands of those guys, Kurodabei will definitely die.

He returned to the punishment room again, but this time, he was no longer the one being punished, but the executioner who was about to be executed.

There is no need to put Kuroda Hei off the push bed, just put away the wheels, put the push bed up, and buckle it firmly on the cross.

After doing all this, Toru Amuro stood silently in front of Kuroda Hei for a long time.

"Too much anesthesia, it's meaningless to do it now, and I can't even feel the pain." He said with a bit of regret.

Kurodabei blinked slowly.

Toru Amuro just stood aside, neither looked at the other party nor said anything, just sat aside a little bored, quietly waiting for the anesthesia effect to pass.

His hand in his pocket had already clenched into a fist, but his neatly manicured nails left deep nail marks on his palm.

What should he do?
What should be done to solve this situation?
After becoming an undercover agent, he faced many passive situations.

out of control.

He witnessed the death of his friend with his own eyes. The blood-stained rooftop and the crow spreading its wings when the gunshots sounded became the most unforgettable scenes in his memory.

He also witnessed the death of a colleague.

Smiling, they committed suicide with guns, even before they died, they did not show regretful expressions.

Everyone can die for their ideals.

Of course he can die for his ideals, but...

What he needs to face now is not the ending of going to death, but a choice.

Kill your boss with your own hands to prevent him from suffering more torture, even if doing so may be suspected by Rum.

Or run away directly with the boss, the undercover identity is exposed, and they are hunted down, and the two of them die together.

He didn't know what to do with himself.

And how to break this helpless, tormented predicament.

While Fuguya Rei was struggling repeatedly, the anesthesia effect on Kuroda Hei gradually faded.

He looked at his subordinate who was sitting not far away, and he naturally understood that the other party was sitting there not just because of boredom, but because of hesitation.

Not sure how to do it.

But the undercover should not hesitate.

Even if you are facing your own boss.

In fact, even if you are facing your biological parents, wives and children, you should not hesitate.

Rather, they should be treated as strangers.

Especially for undercover agents like them, if the father and son were both undercover agents, it would be normal for one of them to kill the other with his own hands.

In order to cover undercover identity.

Not to mention that he is just the other party's boss.

Even if he dies, the police will have someone new to take his place.

but……

Because everything happened so suddenly, I didn't tell others that Bourbon was an undercover agent of the police.

As for Bourbon's information, only his immediate superior can view it.

Even if someone replaces him, I am afraid that bourbon will not be used again.

Because it is not credible.

The new director will definitely send out new undercover agents.

Bourbon was already an outcast.

Kurodabei said inwardly.

But the other party still belongs to the public security, a nail buried deep in the organization.

Even if it is abandoned at this time, it may be able to play a key role at a certain moment in the future.

As the boss, he had to teach the other party the last lesson.

As an undercover agent, you must be ruthless enough.

Team Zero is always the most ruthless, most efficient, and best department.

sacrifice himself.

Toru Amuro sat aside for an entire hour. He knew he couldn't wait any longer and did nothing.

Because the time spent on the road when those people sent Kuroda Hei, plus this hour, was enough to make the effect of anesthesia disappear.

If he does nothing, he will definitely be suspected.

So he stood up and came to Kuroda Hei.

"Have you regained your sobriety?" The blond man asked maliciously and provocatively.

"You can try." Kuroda Hei's posture was still calm, but this calm appearance made people feel full of provocation.

"Do you dare to kill me? You dare not, you want to learn more information about the undercover from me, so you won't kill me, as for torture..."

"If you think I'm afraid, just come." Kuroda Hei said.

"You think you're ready for the organization?" The blond man seemed to be laughing out of anger, with a sarcastic expression.

"Do you want to know how many undercover agents your organization has? Do you need me to tell you? There are at least a hundred of them, and every companion around you may be an undercover agent." Kuroda Hei said, fearing that the organization would not be chaotic.

　The latest updates may not be on time, but I try to keep updating.

　　Damn it, I've been so lethargic recently and my coding efficiency has become so slow——

　　
　
(End of this chapter)