Chapter 71: 007 and Syrah

Three years ago, a mysterious biological science laboratory in Sweden——

A tall and strong young man was lying on the test bench with dull eyes, surrounded by four or five researchers in white coats.

Everyone's expressions were dull, with no expression or hope in their brows and eyes.

"The vital signs of test item 007 are stable, and the next test can be carried out."

One of the white coats said so indifferently.

Immediately afterwards, someone held up a syringe filled with unknown medicine and injected it into the reserved needle on the back of his hand.

Rao, who has been in this laboratory for nearly two months, couldn't help closing his eyes.

He really didn't want to experience the pain of injecting the medicine into his body again.

will die!

This feeling lingered in his heart, lingering, and made him tremble subconsciously.

"The test subject is struggling!"

Four adult men rushed up in one breath, and firmly locked his limbs on the experimental table.

At the same time, the person holding the needle also seized the time to stab him hard.

Push!

"stop!!"

A clear voice sounded at the door of the laboratory, and the researchers were stopped in time.

Several researchers heard the sound and looked over.

Are there any other experiments planned?

007 closed his eyes and remained silent.

In this place, he has never been qualified to speak, and he can only accept cruel research and experiments day by day until the group of people are satisfied.

Where is the future?

he does not know.

"The test plan indicated two injections of 10mg medicine, with an interval of half an hour between injections." The person at the door held up a document and said coldly, "But what you gave him was 20mg medicine."

Hearing these words, 007 finally couldn't help opening his eyes, and looked over with difficulty.

The man at the door was very young, about twenty years old. He was wearing a youthful casual outfit, which was out of place in this dark and depressing place.

The researcher obviously looked down on him because of this: "What does it matter? Anyway, the total amount is the same."

"Yeah?"

Seeing the man, 007 sneered and said, "Then you've been single for many years and can't find a twenty-year-old girlfriend. Do you want to find two ten-year-old girls to make do with?"

What kind of magical metaphor is this?

007 wanted to laugh, but even such a simple movement would make it difficult for him to breathe.

"You—" the researcher was stunned speechless, his face turned blue, "Who are you? Do you know that no one else is allowed to enter the laboratory?!"

Hearing the words, the man at the door not only didn't back down, but sneered and said, "I'm Mezcal, the person in charge of this research institution."

Behind a group of horrified and shocked researchers, 007 heard the name Mezcal for the first time.

But at that time, he felt that the other party was just a serious and responsible person in charge with excellent professional qualities. It had nothing to do with him, or with what he was going to suffer. He still has to stay here and meet all the tomorrows alone.

until--

007 heard the sound of Mezcal's approaching footsteps, and then, it was the feeling of the needle tube peeling off the reserved needle.

After that, he heard him say calmly: "From now on, you will be Sira."

Syrah?

That's... the organization's code name?

As a test subject, 007 was considered a must-death character from the very beginning. So those researchers didn't hide anything when they faced him.

He knew that he belonged to a huge criminal organization, and that all the top executives in this organization had wine names as their code names.

But he didn't expect that the person in charge named Mezcal would just give him a code name when he first met him.

Why?

"Why?" Silas had asked the man.

Mezcal was with him in the car next to the target.

Hearing his question, the man didn't look back, just said: "Because I have investigated the target, he must appear at the mistress' house at this time every day."

Sira: "..."

That's right, it's normal for mezcal to be unclear about such endless questions.

But Mezcal quickly said, "If you're asking why I saved you."

Sira looked at him seriously.

Mezcal actually smiled: "It's actually the same. I have investigated you and know that you have a strong fighting ability, and your physical fitness is beyond ordinary. And I just came here, and I just need such an assistant."

"But there's really not much I can do, right?" Silla said, "Apart from my ability to fight, my overall quality is not as good as that of Carignan. You also prefer to take her with you when you go out on missions."

"What you said seems to make sense." Mezcal nodded, and quickly whispered, "The target has appeared."

That mission went off without a hitch, except that Mezcal had to slow down to help him deal with the traces left behind by Sira's negligence.

So, I still don't understand why.

...

Sila took a bite of the pizza and asked the mezcal sitting opposite him: "Did you know that Carignan was an agent of the Swedish Security Service at that time?"

He was as foolish as before, but Xin Fan quickly understood what he meant: "How could it be? Not reporting what you know is not much better than being an undercover agent, and you will be treated as a traitor."

"That's right." Sila put a document on the table, "This is the map of the headquarters of the Swedish Security Agency. The paper version of your DNA report is stored in the data room. In addition, Sweden's own intelligence system should also have an electronic version. Version."

Xin Fan thought for a while and asked: "The electronic version should be able to directly destroy the data through network intrusion?"

"Of course. It's easy to scare the snake by just doing that."

"Then invade after I destroy the paper version." Xin Fan quickly arranged an action plan, "I will sneak into the information office of the Security Bureau tonight, and you can be responsible for responding at the door."

"It's support again." Silla disappointed, "You valued me at the beginning, wasn't it because of my fighting ability? But this kind of support task, even if you call a peripheral member, it can be competent."

Xinfan put down the knife and fork, and glanced at him: "You think so? Responding is not just driving me away, it means that I leave all the rear roads in your hands. In case of an accident, if the person in charge of responding People can't help, and there is a high probability that my life will be confessed there."

Sira was stunned.

Had he underestimated his role all along?

"Okay. Let's go. From this store you..." Xinfan paused, "Even if you are sure that the woman is fine, you should try to reduce the number of times you come here.

"For people like us, living a regular life is a very dangerous thing, and it threatens those around us."