"...Forget it, I originally wanted to ask you if you could leave some time for me to conduct experiments after the interrogation, but the people who came out of the organization's execution chamber have long been useless, and the physical signs are not suitable for ordinary people."

Her series of soliloquies dispelled some of Gin's suspicions. He chuckled and said, "If you want a test subject, you can apply to Shirley."

Furukawa Kumisa muttered: "But that was an experiment on the drug I developed myself... She always said that I was not doing my job properly."

After saying this, she stopped talking. Following Gin's words, after taking the relevant medicines from the laboratory, Gin still let her get in the car, seemingly acquiescing to her following.

She breathed a sigh of relief and touched the feathers of the fries.

Next, it depends on whether this stupid bird can understand her meaning at the critical moment and adapt to the situation.

The organization's interrogation room and execution room were built not far from the training ground. Furukawa Kumisa looked at the familiar training ground in the western suburbs in front of him and felt a little emotional for a moment.

I tricked Gin here last time, but Gin tricked me back again. I don’t know what the result will be this time.

She followed Gin into the interrogation room. The layout of the interrogation room organized by the organization was very similar to that of the police station. They were both separated by a one-way glass and could be observed in another room.

She and Gin walked into the observation room. She smelled a strong smell of smoke before she entered the door. When she went in, she saw that it was the old smoker from Pisk.

Pisk saw Furukawa Kumisa behind Gin and immediately frowned: "What is she here for?"

Furukawa Kumisa snorted, didn't say hello, didn't pay attention to him, and sat down directly next to him.

The grudge between Furukawa Kumisa and Pisk goes back a long time.

Although Miyano Shiho is called the person in charge of the laboratory, she has always been too lazy to socialize, so some miscellaneous handover tasks fell to Furukawa Kumisa as her deputy.

Although Pisk is still a member of the action team in name, he is no longer young and rarely goes out in the field anymore, so he has begun to take charge of the financial department.

The institute has always been looked down upon by most of the members of the action team who only have muscles in their minds. It has always been at the bottom of the organization in terms of financial allocation, and the financial director of the institute has the temperament of a soft girl. It was not until Furukawa Kumisa joined a year ago that the institute was completely

Feel proud.

Piske is not one of those idiots who looks down on the research institute, but he values ​​​​the oil and water he can get more. Furukawa Kumisa changed the way the funding pie is divided, which naturally affected his lifeline.

Then came the bug incident - Pisk is a man with a strong desire for money and power. He always likes to have more control over the new members of the action team in the organization.

But all the bugs he placed in Toru Amuro's safe house were dismantled by Kumisa Furukawa. Before dismantling them, he had a demonic sound poured into his ears. It is said that the old man suffered from earache for two days after that.

But fortunately, this man prefers to manage his public identity, Kenzo Masayama, and Kumisa Furukawa doesn't have much interaction with him.

...Of course, although there were not many interactions, the grievances became deeper each time.

If it weren't for the fact that the police prisoners were involved this time, she wouldn't have bothered to join in Pisk's fun.

Pisk was still smoking, and through the hazy smoke, his eyes turned back and forth twice on Furukawa Kumisa and Gin.

"Ha, Gin, I remember that you despise those who can be manipulated by women the most."

Gin frowned impatiently, "Don't let me think that you are so old that you have no use for your brain, Pisk."

Pisk smiled inexplicably, "Does the marshmallow taste good?"

Furukawa Kumisa sneered: "It's not as delicious as the one the police prisoner gave you, right? Pisk...uncle?"

Her words of "uncle" were so full of mockery that Pisk's expression suddenly changed.

Furukawa Kumisa didn't wait for him to speak again, he walked forward and lined up several injections in his pocket in front of him.

"It's up to you whether you want to use it or not." She curled her lips as she spoke, "After all, these are special medicines developed with the funds you saved... I also want to thank Uncle Pisk for his generosity."

Pisk's eyes were fixed on the little girl in front of him who was almost as old as his granddaughter.

He really doesn't like Furukawa Kumisa.

Besides the obvious reasons, there was another factor that he never mentioned to anyone.

She is too young.

At Pisk's age, being wary of young talents, the rising stars in the organization, is something he can't even control.

When he was Gin's age, he could still view such young talents with appreciation and nurturing.

But at his current age, he only feels fear - jealousy of talents and talents is a fate that an old man in a high position cannot escape.

The difference is that some people control it very well, but not Pisk.

Fear is an emotion that can easily turn into hatred.

Pisk didn't say anything, just smoked another cigarette, and then walked into the interrogation room with her injection.

——It has to be said that even though Pisk's heart has been twisted to this point, he is still clear-headed.

Seeing that she couldn't irritate him, Furukawa Kumisa felt a little bored. She sat in his seat and looked at the computers and instruments in front of her.

It records the data in the torture chamber.

In fact, the moment Kumisa Furukawa saw the police prisoner, he was basically certain that he was probably the reason why the identity of the Scottish undercover was exposed.

Because she has never seen this person in the public security list in later generations.

Resigned? Or sacrificed? - Judging from the current situation, it is probably the latter.

She didn't want to blame him harshly. He had tried his best. If he hadn't kept secrets strictly to such an extent, he wouldn't have been able to survive the day she learned the news.

In previous lives, it was probably at the end when he couldn't hold it in any longer and he revealed the truth.

She looked at the figure in the execution chamber through the glass and sighed in her heart - at least she could get him out quickly.

But the person's persistence still impressed her. She would not reveal the truth until the last powerful injection was used, which could completely cause irreversible damage to the nerve center.

"...Who is that person in the organization?"

"green……"

In the observation room, the seagull that had been squatting on Furukawa Kumisa's shoulder suddenly flashed its eyes, and no one noticed it in the dark room.

Furukawa Kumisa secretly sweated.

"People in green... clothes..."

Furukawa Kumisa breathed a sigh of relief, but did not show it.

Pisk walked out of the interrogation room with a cigarette in his mouth, glanced at Kumisa Furukawa, and suddenly laughed.

Furukawa Kumisa raised his eyebrows: "What are you looking at me doing?"

Pisk looked at Furukawa Kumisa who was sitting in his seat. He rarely felt offended and just laughed again.

"Do you know what the words he just said mean?"

Furukawa Kumisa didn't answer his words, but just banged the table impatiently: "What does it have to do with me? I'm not interested in this kind of thing."

As she spoke, she looked at Gin: "You promised me that I can copy back the changes in the experimenter's body data before and after the injection of the medicine."

Gin didn't say anything, but just cast his eyes on her.

She squinted her eyes and suddenly felt something strange - and that strangeness gave her a sense of danger that she had not seen for a long time.

She could only pretend to frown in annoyance: "I don't like playing riddles. If you don't want to say it, forget it. My mission has been completed. Gin, can I go?"

Gin didn't speak, just stood up silently, and Furukawa Kumisa immediately followed.

The way Ginjiu sent her home was very silent - Ginjiu had always been a silent person, but the atmosphere today was unusual. It was not silence, but depression.

Suppressing the murderous aura.

Furukawa Kumisa's mind was racing, trying to think about the causes and consequences of this whole incident, and thanks to her incredible memory, she finally integrated all the information together at the last second before Gin's vehicle stopped.

She had a definite guess and a crazy idea.

She calmed down slightly, as if she had just figured something out, she smiled: "Gin, I can feel the murderous aura in you. Are you suspecting that I am an undercover agent?"

As if she said something funny, she laughed louder, "Or are you finally getting angry because I just bought you marshmallows?"

Gin still didn't speak, and Furukawa Kumisa waited for a while longer, becoming a little impatient, so she simply opened the door and got out of the car.

Just a second before she stepped on the ground, Gin spoke.

"...I will kill you with my own hands."

She paused slightly, then retracted half of her body that was leaning out of the car door, with a hint of anger in her smile.

"Although I know that the first half of the sentence you didn't say was 'if you are an undercover', Gin, your words irritated me."

Although she was a little angry, her tone was still smiling, as if she was just talking about a trivial matter.

"So, if I am not an undercover agent, how are you going to make up for this slander and offense?"

Her accustomed arrogant attitude somewhat dispelled Gin's suspicion. He sneered, but the atmosphere was no longer stiff.

"If you can live until the day I make it up to you."

Furukawa Kumisa said "hum", stopped talking, opened the door and got out of the car.

She unlocked and opened the door as usual. It wasn't until the second she stepped in and closed the door that she released her slightly sweaty palms, leaned against the door and took a deep breath.

Toru Amuro was making coffee in the kitchen when he heard the sound of her high heels and popped his head out to take a look, but he happened to catch her looking a little weird.

They had been in a cold war for a while, but when he saw her like this, he couldn't help but walked over.

"What’s wrong with you?"

The next second, Furukawa Kumisa hugged him up.
To be continued...