Furukawa Kumisa took a deep breath: "... Let's break the bones and spread the ashes."

system:???

"I mean gin."

System: ...Oh, that’s okay.

"What about Pisk?"

Furukawa Kumisa thought for a while: "...I can only regret that he could not die in my hands personally."

system:……

*

The moment Toru Amuro saw Furukawa Kumisa, he didn't realize for a moment that the person sitting on the torture chair in front of him was still a living person.

She lowered her head slightly, and there were no wounds visible on her body, except for some messy clothes and long hair, as if she had just fallen asleep.

But her chest had almost stopped rising and falling.

He subconsciously glanced at the external monitor in the corner. The heartbeat pattern on the screen had reached the lowest value that the human body could handle, and he was only half a step away from death.

But the moment he stepped into the room, she seemed to feel something, her closed eyes trembled, and she pulled away.

Amuro Toru could clearly see that the pupils that used to be sparkling were now completely white.

She didn't seem to be used to the sight that she couldn't focus on, so she blinked hard again, and after confirming that she really couldn't see anymore, she fell silent.

Gin walked forward and pressed a small switch at hand.

Toru Amuro heard a slight "stab" sound coming from the chair. Furukawa Kumisa, who was slumped in the chair, was shaken, and seemed to have finally recovered from his coma.

Toru Amuro almost subconsciously touched the gun on his waist. At that moment, all reason and self-control disappeared from his mind, and everything was almost based on instinct - he wanted to kill Gin.

With a "bang" sound, the door of the torture chamber was pushed open.

Scotland, who had been observing behind the mirror wall, saw that something was wrong. He opened the door and rushed in. The violent sound finally shook Toru Amuro's mind. His hand holding the gun froze at his waist. Everyone in the room looked towards

Scotland in a hurry at the door.

In fact, Scotland didn't expect to say anything after breaking in, but at that moment he knew that if he didn't go in to stop him, Toru Amuro would shoot.

——Then everything will be in vain.

He cleared his throat, grabbed Amuro Toru's hand and pulled him out: "It's urgent."

Gin didn't know if he noticed something was wrong between the two of them. He glanced at Toru Amuro, who was stiff: "What's the matter?"

Scotland did not answer, but held Toru Amuro's arm, suppressing his trembling after witnessing Furukawa Kumisa's current situation, and then looked at Gin.

"You have no right to interfere, Gin."

This protracted war in the organization was even grander than Furukawa Kumisa's original plan. Scotland and Bourbon even saw the opportunity and put Gin and Liquor together, taking advantage of the situation and taking away part of his real power.

The two people were coming and going in such a hurry that they didn't even have time to close the door of the torture chamber. The confused Furukawa Kumisa had just recovered from his trance, and felt that his body seemed to have been poked by something, and it was a little numb. He still didn't understand the situation.

, the door slammed shut again.

She tried to look outside the door, but she couldn't see clearly with her current eyesight.

……what happened?

Gin's voice sounded beside her: "This is a rare time for you to be sober in the past two days. Have you thought about what you want to explain?"

In the past two days, Furukawa Kumisa and the system have been addicted to two-player online games, directly handing over body control to the "instinct" AI, so in their eyes, they are all in a "non-awake" state.

Furukawa Kumisa quickly entered the scene and curled his lips weakly, "...Gin..."

Her voice seemed to have been completely destroyed, and when she spoke again, there was only a breathy sound left.

Furukawa Kumisa:...This body of yours is worth a full fifty points of favorability!!

Gin seemed to react for a while before he heard clearly that she was calling his name. He paused slightly and then walked up to her.

Furukawa Kumisa raised his head with difficulty, his unfocused eyes fixed on Gin's face, no longer as agile as before.

"...I have thought about what you should compensate me for."

Gin never expected that after so long, the last thing she said would still be these words.

He has seen undercover agents who speak harsh words, and he has also seen those who were wronged and beaten into submission.

But there is no one like her who, even though she has reached the end of her life, still firmly believes that she can leave this cell.

She never succumbs to death.

Gin asked almost subconsciously: "What?"

He waited for a while, but did not wait for Furukawa Kumisa's answer. When he lowered his head, he saw that she seemed to have fallen asleep again.

The ups and downs on the electrocardiogram were getting weaker and weaker. She had been only half a step away from death since yesterday, but she stubbornly refused to take even half a step.

At this point, Pisk will not let her go, the boss will not let her go, and the organization will not let her go.

She has entered her graveyard, and all delays are but a prelude to death.

He thought about helping her out more than once.

He always remembered that day in the dark corridor, her shining eyes looked at him, and she said word by word, even full of yearning: "I am only willing to devote myself to the cause of research - but other ways to die? Sorry, I don't

agree."

For people like them, even choosing the way to die they long for is a luxury.

He thought about helping her out.

At that moment, he even felt that it no longer mattered whether she was an undercover agent or not.

Before she completely loses control of this body, before she, who was once dazzling and full of energy, completely turns into a ruined rag doll, and before all her sanity is eroded by illness and torture, save her last dignity and glory.

.

Gin didn't know if Toru Amuro's move that seemed to draw a gun just now was for this reason, but his instinct told him that they were the same.

So he chose to turn a blind eye to Tohru Amuro's offense, and at that moment, he miraculously let him go.

He walked up to the unconscious Furukawa Kumisa, squatted down, and pulled out the gun from his waist.

For the first time in his life, he hugged someone.

He aimed his gun at her heart, and his voice, so soft that it didn't sound like gin, sounded in her ears.

"I'll help you get out."

The second before he took action, his cell phone rang.

Gin didn't want to be distracted and answer the phone at this time, but he recognized that it was the boss's cell phone ringtone.

He could only take back his gun, took out his cell phone with his backhand, and answered the call.

The boss has always been very concerned about this widely involved werewolf killing operation, but this is the first time that he has personally called Gin's mobile phone.

Before Gin even had time to speak, the other party asked with some urgency: "Natafi is still alive?"

Gin glanced at the electrocardiogram equipment in the room, hesitated for a moment, and then said "hmm".

"Let her go."

Gin was stunned.

Probably realizing Gin's surprise, the boss repeated, "Let her go, there is another undercover agent."

Gin was unwilling to question the boss, but this matter really sounded a bit bizarre: "Even if we get new evidence, we can't prove that Natafi..."

"The initial operation of this group of undercover agents was two years ago, and at that time, Natafi, Scotch, Rye and Bourbon had not even joined the organization.
Chapter completed!