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But he would rather die than submit, but only got a sneer from several CIA investigators present:

"Even death? Haha."

"Don't worry, Mr. Vodka..."

"We will not let you die."

They certainly wouldn't take the vodka back and shoot it.

It's such a waste.

"But you also know..."

"Sometimes living can be more painful than dying."

The CIA investigators smiled sullenly.

Although the police officers of the Japanese Public Security Bureau smiled civilizedly, there was still a hint of the "super high class" in their smiles.

"Cough cough..."

If someone plays the bad cop, someone will play the good cop.

After being intimidated by her colleagues, Miss Keir cleared her throat and persuaded Vodka in a good voice:

"Vodka, you actually have a better choice now..."

Although vodka has done many bad things, it deserves justice.

But in the real world, everyone's standards of justice have always been... very flexible.

The United States can even pardon war criminals of World War II.

Even the Black Sun Troops can take it back and raise it.

Not only did the family not suffer retribution, but they also lived in the big fried rice house that countless people dream of.

Compared with them, the bad things done by the "distillery" are really nothing.

Absolutely within the flexible standards of justice in the United States.

So as long as they are willing to surrender, cooperate, and assist the CIA to obtain the benefits of the elixir, even if it is the leader of a criminal organization like Gin, Rum, or Belmode, the ending will be unbelievably good.

Not to mention vodka.

"As long as you are willing to tell us some information..."

"Go away, I won't say it!"

Vodka is very firm.

He gritted his teeth and spit out a mouthful of saliva:

"Use whatever tricks you have!"

"Oh... isn't it just those old-fashioned methods, do you think I will be afraid?"

"Okay..." Keel didn't waste his time talking.

In fact, she knew in her heart that the core cadres of the organization had undergone professional anti-interrogation training, and it was not so easy to pry their mouths open.

Vodka is even more loyal to gin, and it is possible to capture it only by working hard with water.

"Then you can stay with my colleagues for a few days first."

"Goodbye, vodka."

"But you gotta think about it:"

"When I see you again—whether the organization itself still exists, I'm afraid it will be a problem."

"At that time, if you want to sell us information, you probably won't have any information to sell."

Keir coldly put down a sentence of condemnation, and was about to turn around and leave.

And Vodka, who was left behind by her, suddenly became gloomy:

Yes…

Keir, Bourbon, Ireland, and Curacao are all undercover agents.

The gin boss also went with a fake vodka.

The organization is almost becoming an undercover team building association for various countries.

Gin Boss and Mr. Rum didn't notice it at all.

Even if Vodka has confidence in his gin boss and the organization, now he has to admit that he only sees four characters from today's current situation:

Group!Weave!want!Finish!

And if the organization is finished, what about his eldest brother?

Will his big brother Gin... follow the organization to perish?

Yes, for sure.

With Brother Qin's infinite loyalty to the organization and his firm and decisive character, he will never let himself fall into the hands of the enemy alive.

This also means...

Today might be the farewell between him and Big Brother Gin.

I'm afraid he will never have the chance to meet his eldest brother again.

Even if they did, they could only see a corpse, a lonely grave, and a tombstone without a name.

"Big brother..."

Thinking of this, Vodka couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart.

"and many more."

Bourbon, who was planning to leave, stopped again.

He noticed Vodka's complex and subtle expression.

"Let me have one last word with Mr. Vodka."

"Go away! We have nothing to talk about."

"Even if my vodka is dead, I won't tell you a word if you beat me into a sieve!"

Vodka is still so grumpy.

Bourbon just showed a smile unhurriedly:

"Don't get excited."

"Do you want to watch your elder brother die?"

"What did you say, bastard!"

"You dare to touch my elder brother and try!"

Vodka's anger was instantly ignited.

But behind his anger was a lingering fear.

Because Bourbon saw through his inner concerns.

He also said what he was most afraid of.

"You don't want your brother to die, do you?"

"But you also know... Gin is not a man to be held captive."

Bourbon's smile is very sunny.

But at this moment, his voice sounded like a demon raving from hell to the vodka:

"Although we really want to catch Gin alive, this man is too dangerous."

"It's something we absolutely don't want to see too many officers sacrificed just to capture him alive."

"So what we can do then is to try to catch them alive."

"If Qin Jiu resists, then his end..."

"I'm afraid it won't be too good."

"You, you..." Vodka wanted to swear again, to show his loyalty to the organization.

But he cursed again inexplicably.

Because Bourbon caught his soft spot:

His loyalty to the organization was far inferior to his loyalty to Gin.

"How about it?"

Bourbon duly made the condition:

"As long as you cooperate well and tell us some useful information, I promise you to bring Gin back alive."

"Although it is impossible to pardon his crimes."

"But at least... Gin can save a life."

"This..." Vodka inevitably hesitated.

One side is loyalty to the organization, and the other side is the life of his eldest brother.

How to choose?

"I won't say it!"

Vodka quickly made a choice:

"Brother, he would rather die than betray the organization..."

"How can I go against his will!"

"If I betray the organization in order to save Brother Ginjiu's life, it will be a betrayal of Brother Qin's expectations of me!"

"That's what he expects of you."

"Then what do you expect from him?"