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Jasmine also coldly dismissed Kazami's suggestion about the "Honey Trap".

Kazami pointed out solemnly: "You must know that this is not my personal proposal, but the meaning of the above. As far as I know, you have had close contacts with the high-level organization code-named Bourbon Whiskey, and he has a good impression of you. Isn't that Is it a good entry point?"

"How do you know?" Jasmine also tried her best to restrain her emotions, trying not to make herself appear too excited.

But Kazami chose to avoid this issue: "I have my own sources of information. In short, please think about it carefully."

Jasmine also tilted her head, and her thin face was reflected in the dark decorative glass in the box.She stared at this blurred and somewhat unfamiliar face, suddenly feeling disheartened for a moment.

"Mr. Kazami." She lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes concealed the slight disappointment in her eyes, "Is it your intention to hurt me?"

Feng Jian lowered his head in embarrassment, a little embarrassed to speak, so he could only avoid her questioning by holding up his glasses: "...We need to know your value, and at the same time, we also want to prevent you from being suspected by the organization. It’s impossible to get out of here in one piece.”

"Minor injuries are not enough, right." Jasmine also sighed, "Information is above everything else, and tool people have no right to refuse. I can't decide on my own which method to use to complete the task of infiltrating the investigation, right?"

I don't know what to think of, Fengjian Mulu couldn't bear to lower his voice, and said softly: "No, of course you can. Miss Moriyama, I will truthfully reflect your thoughts to the higher-ups."

Jasmine also tensed up, and suddenly turned her head to stare at Kazemi: "You want to threaten me?"

"I'm willing to respect your choice." Kazami looked back at her frankly, "but I can't control Shangfeng's final order, so..."

"So, if I really can't send back information that is useful to the police on time as before, I have to follow the orders of my superiors." Jasmine also answered the words muttering to herself.

Kazami felt a little sorry, but still nodded.

After the meeting with Kazami, Jasmine didn't even want to go back to the apartment with bourbon shadows everywhere.

So she walked slowly along the silent alley, while blowing the wind, while trying to sort out the situation she was in.Thinking from a rational point of view, no matter how you think about it, Kazami's words seem to make sense.

A qualified infiltrating investigator should put life and death at risk, let alone mere skins?

During the training, the instructor's meaningful gaze and suggestive expression resurfaced in Jasmine's mind.It turned out that at that time the instructor had foreseen how she would go in the future.

A qualified infiltrating investigator should be a machine without emotion, and put the overall situation first in everything.

Just imagine, Bourbon is not only a high-level cadre of the organization, but also the person in charge of intelligence. If she really succeeds in seducing such a well-known intelligence house and makes him obsessed with her, then with her ability, she will definitely be able to get it without any effort. A lot of confidential information and criminal evidence of organizations no longer have to fight alone and spend a lot of trouble as before.Moreover, after she has done her best to complete the assessment task, she has not yet obtained a code name. Under Bourbon's strong interference, her plan to enter the top management seems to be in the foreseeable future, so it is better to find another way.

The cold wind woke up the naive person's chaotic brain, and Jasmine knew what to do.She secretly made up her mind to self-sacrifice, and had a fight with Bo Benxu.

Bourbon, however, was no fool who could simply be fooled by a platonic spiritual love affair.Jasmine also spent half a month in the hospital recovering from her injuries. During this half month, she had discovered that Bourbon had clear goals and strong intentions from the very beginning—both mind and body.Even because of his personal personality and the influence of the general environment, he may have more needs for his body.

In Bourbon's eyes, the so-called "love" is possession.To cast a honey trap on such a person, Jasmine also needs to have sufficient psychological construction and dedication.

——Can you succeed by yourself?

While thinking about it, while raising her head, Jasmine also looked around in a daze, and found that she seemed to have walked to a somewhat familiar place.

Looking at the familiar bar signboard, she suddenly wanted to have a few drinks.

Probably... it's easier to use it when you're drunk, right?

***

After receiving the tip, Bourbon hurried to the speakeasy he frequented.

As soon as I entered, I saw a few blind-eyed people making moves on the dazed Jasmine, and said nonsense things like "Why don't we all go bartending together?"

Without further ado, Bourbon took out his pistol and aimed it at the wine cabinet behind the bar, "bang bang bang bang" several shots passed, the wine bottle burst, and the precious liquor and broken glass fell to the ground, scaring the onlookers to hide The Tibetans ran away one after another.

After the entry warning was over, Bourbon put away his pistol and stepped forward a few steps.

The air near the bar is heavy with the smell of alcohol, and heavier than that is the fist of bourbon.

——If you dare to grab her shoulders, then you can just use your arms; if you touch her paws, just break your wrists and crush your fingers.

The corners of Bourbon's mouth were grinning, and while greeting with a smile on his face, he started killing ferociously: "Aren't you guys under Vodka? Oh, and Brandy's brother! Women who dare to tease me, why, when I Dead? Or do you mean that you are not afraid of my revenge? I, Bourbon, have already been bullied to this point! Can even you ignorant things come to provoke me?"

Howling everywhere, the men whose noses and faces were swollen and couldn't even beat them wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, but Bourbon didn't give them a chance to kneel down.Several guys with wretched faces were overturned to the ground, lying on their backs on the broken wine bottle, with bright red blood oozing from behind them, although they were in pain, they didn't dare to make a sound, they just covered their heads and gasped for air.

Originally, I saw the flower of the high mountain alone in the bar drinking one cup after another. I thought she was dumped by Bourbon and ran here to drink away her sorrows. It turned out that there was nothing wrong with her at all. What happened was that they didn't understand Bourbon. The fool of the love process.

This is a good time, the cold beauty didn't take advantage of it, and she got a hard fist.He couldn't beat Bourbon, and fighting for status was useless, so he could only admit that he was unlucky, and thank Bourbon for not killing him by the way.

unlucky!

Seeing that Bourbon finally lost his temper and turned around to visit the drunk woman, the unlucky little guys hurriedly got up, and when Bourbon was not paying attention, he spat a few bloodshot mouthfuls on the ground spitting stars, and then ran away in despair.

It was strong whiskey, and it was a cocktail with strong stamina. Jasmine, who was rushing to get drunk, also got drunk as she wished, lying on the bar counter, powerless to face the chaotic situation.

The bartender was dragged up from under the bar by the collar by Bourbon: "What did you drink for her?"

"...Just, just, Miss Moriyama ordered it herself..." The bartender explained stammeringly, "I, I didn't add any toppings! I swear!" It's not that he doesn't know who Maria Moriyama is!He's not impatient anymore!

Bourbon threw the bartender away and helped Jasmine up.

***

Jasmine didn't know how she got back. When she woke up, she only felt a splitting headache.

Bourbon handed her a glass of honey water.

Jasmine was not polite to him either, she took it and drank it down.It's a pity that the honey water didn't have the effect of relieving the hangover, it just made her mouth less dry.

"Where did you go? Who did you see? Well, why did you go to drink?" Bourbon asked three times in a calm tone.

However, Jasmine could not truthfully answer any of these three questions.

So she asked back: "Why, I am not allowed to go back to my residence, and now I have to report to you in advance even where I am going? Do you want to restrict my freedom?"

Bourbon took a deep breath and suppressed the raging anger, but he couldn't suppress the fierceness in his eyes. It was obvious that he was angry.

"You—! Okay, if my behavior makes you unhappy, you can walk around and relax, but you can't go to the bar to drink." Bourbon took the cup in her hand and put it on the bedside table. "Your body Still not healed."

Probably because the alcohol had not dissipated, Jasmine also said in a very aggressive tone, "Don't worry about it!"

Bourbon endured and endured, and finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Maria Moriyama! Do you think I have a good temper? Challenge my patience again and again! If it weren't for your injury, I would have to ..." Before finishing the ruthless words, he swallowed the second half.

Jasmine was also physically and mentally exhausted.

Alcohol is really a good thing, at least she can use alcohol to go crazy and cover her abnormal behavior.She lay down silently, opened the quilt, closed her eyes, with a serene expression: "Okay, I know what you want to say, come on."

Bourbon wanted to punch someone again.

But I can't bear it.

He could only laugh out of anger: "Have I ever forced you? What I want is your willingness! Before that, you don't have to put on such an appearance of going to death calmly, who is disgusting? If I want to force you, you I don't know how many times I have been torn apart and eaten!"

Jasmine still didn't open her eyes.

What Bourbon said was the truth, although as an intelligence agent, he was obviously a brain, and he would not do it easily, and Jasmine couldn't figure out his depth, but she also knew that she would definitely not be able to beat him.As for how many tricks she can take under his hands if she is serious about her life, because she hasn't tried it yet, she still doesn't know.

—I guess I still can’t beat it.

Jasmine also raised her arm to cover her forehead in frustration: So far nothing has been done, she is really useless as an undercover investigator.

But, tonight, she had to complete an important task.

Bourbon was still complaining: "I advise you not to be ignorant of good and bad, and quickly throw yourself into my arms..."

Jasmine also took his hand, put it on her heart, and then asked provocatively: "Tou, you talk so much nonsense, can you do it?"

Bourbon was taken aback for a moment, and then his face darkened completely.He leaned forward, under the shroud of light, his eyes were shining brightly, with the inevitable and wildness that could no longer be concealed for the prey he had coveted for a long time, he opened the corners of his mouth maliciously.

"Baby, you have great courage. Now, even if you wake up tomorrow and say that you are drunk, I will not let you go."

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