Several figures dressed in white, medical-like costumes pushed their dolls down the hallway, and their footsteps sounded uniform.

Whoever it seems, they are here to save the lives of the sick.

In the corridor ahead, the blonde figure was standing waiting.

"Is it the one Rum told you to hand over?" The blonde man asked.

"Codename." The leading figure like a chief surgeon didn't pay attention to it, but said indifferently, like an emotionless machine.

"Bourbon." The blonde man raised his eyebrows at this and replied with interest.

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

[Identification – Bourbon.] There is a beep in the watch.

[Confirm delivery.] 】

"Yours." The white-clothed figure said this, gestured backwards, and the person pushing the bed pushed the bed forward, directly in front of the blonde man.

It should be a person lying on the bed, even if the white cloth covers the whole body, it can still be seen that it is a person, Amuro lifted the white cloth and looked at it, the person lying inside had a face that he was familiar with and had not seen for a long time.

Kuroda Guard.

His boss, whom he had met when he had gone undercover training, had not been face-to-face for a long time since he became an undercover agent.

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

The mouth is also sealed with duct tape to prevent a distress cry.

And there are some pinholes on the neck.

It should be the pinhole of the anesthetic needle, Amuro guessed.

Because Kuroda Beiwei can only move his eyes at the moment, and he can't move anywhere else.

"Kuroda Guard......" Amuro read through the other party's name, his voice was full of meaning, and even the smile on his face was unfathomable.

The group of white-clothed doctors disappeared in front of Bourbon without hesitation after serving people and confirming Bourbon's identity.

I wasn't going to say a word.

Amuro looked at the man with his eyes open on the push bed, and covered the other party with a white cloth again.

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

The only thing he can use is the punishment room, the interrogation room is not his territory, and if the guys in the torture department see Kuroda Guard, it will definitely cause a crazy robbery.

In the hands of those guys, Kuroda Bei will definitely die.

Once again, he returned to the punishment chamber, only this time, he was no longer the one who had been punished, but the executioner who was about to be executed.

There is no need to lower Kuroda from the pusher, just put the wheels away, erect the pusher, and fasten it firmly to the cross.

After doing all this, Amuro stood in front of Kuroda Bei and was silent for a long time.

"There is too much anesthesia, and now there is no point in doing it, and I can't even feel the pain." He said with a little pity.

Kuroda blinked slowly.

Amuro just stood aside, neither looking at the other person nor saying anything, just sitting a little bored, quietly waiting for the anesthetic effect to pass.

The hand in his pocket was clenched into a fist, and his neatly trimmed nails left deep marks on the palms.

What should he do?

What exactly does it take to solve this situation?

After becoming an undercover agent, he faced a lot of passive situations.

Out of control.

He witnessed the death of his friend, and the blood-stained rooftop and the crow spreading its wings when the gunshots rang out became the most unforgettable scene in his memory.

I have also witnessed the death of a colleague.

Smiling and committing suicide with a gun, they did not show any regret even before they died.

All people can die calmly for the sake of their ideals.

Of course, he can die calmly for the sake of his ideals, but ......

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

Kill your boss with your own hands to avoid further torture, even if it might be suspected by Rum.

or run away directly with his boss, his undercover identity is exposed, he is hunted down, and the two of them die together.

He didn't know what to do.

And how to break such a helpless and tormented predicament.

While Zero was struggling repeatedly, the anesthetic effect on Kuroda Bei's body gradually subsided.

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

Don't know how to do it.

But undercover agents should not hesitate.

Even if it's against your boss.

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

Rather, they should be treated as strangers.

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

In order to cover the undercover identity.

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

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

But......

Because everything happened too suddenly, he didn't tell anyone else that Bourbon was an undercover agent of the public security.

And Bourbon's information can only be viewed by his direct boss.

Even if someone replaces him, I'm afraid he won't use Bourbon anymore.

Because it is not credible.

The new councillor will definitely send a new undercover agent.

Bourbon was already an outcast.

Kuroda Beibei affirmed 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 some point in the future.

As his boss, he has to give the other party one last lesson.

As an undercover agent, you must be ruthless enough.

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

Sacrifice himself.

Amuro sat on the side for a full hour, knowing that he couldn't wait any longer and do nothing.

Because the time it took for those men to send Kuroda to the road, plus this hour, was enough for the effect of the anesthesia to disappear.

If he doesn't do anything, he'll definitely be suspected.

So he stood up and came to Kuroda Guard.

"Are you awake again?" The blonde man asked with malice and provocation.

"You can try." Kuroda's posture is still calm, but this calm appearance makes people feel more provocative.

"Do you dare to kill me? You don't dare, you want to know more about undercover agents from me, so you won't kill me, as for torturing ......"

"If you think I'm scared, come on." Kuroda said.

"You think you've got the organization?" The blonde man looked as if he was smiling angrily, his expression mocking.

"Do you want to know how many undercover agents there are in your organization? Need I tell you? There are at least hundreds, and every one of your companions is likely to be undercover. Kuroda said fearfully that the organization would not be chaotic.