I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"Where is the device?"

"basement."

There was a sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and then the sound of dragging a body.

"What about the boss's specific order?"

"Let me try it." Belmode replied. Her high-heeled shoes stepped on the ground, making a regular 'da da' sound, "The first brainwashing of him was before he completed the experiment. It might be easier to cooperate with drugs. It's a pity that many drugs don't work for him now." Now, we can only try the crudest means."

Heavy breathing, swallowed soft hum. The sound of two footsteps echoed in the narrow corridor.

"I thought the gentleman wouldn't go to such lengths...Did you say something, Belmode?"

"Me? You've wronged me. I guess even if you want to lock it up, it's better to lock it up after brainwashing, right? Gin, you know what Chatter can do. I think the Boss is just out more cautious."

Gin glanced back.

Nan Ling was lying sprawled on the ground—to be precise, it was Qin Jiu who dragged his foot forward. Looks like it's going to the basement.

His long-sleeved sports jacket has been thrown away, and now he is only wearing a plain black short-sleeved T-shirt, and the place where he used to hide his things is now clearly visible. The hair tie was probably rubbed off during the dragging process, and the black shattered hair spread out on the ground.

The way he was dragged here left a long bloodstain that looked very standard in horror movies. Nan Ling felt that some blood stained his hair, which made him a little uncomfortable.

At this moment, Nan Ling was staring at a pair of dead fish eyes and staring at Qin Jiu who turned his head, "What's the matter, Qin Qin, you don't seem to trust my ability to make things happen."

"No, it's because I trust your ability too much..." Gin looked as if he was about to take out his gun and shoot him twice, but finally gave up, "Forget it. You'd better pray that you can survive. "

"Are you brainwashing or killing brains?" Nan Ling complained, "Why do I feel that the organization's brainwashing technology is not advanced."

"Then you have to blame yourself, Chater." Belmode smiled. "Originally, the drug-assisted brainwashing process is already very mature, but considering your situation...it might hurt a little."

Nan Ling didn't think it was as simple as 'a little pain'.

He lay on his back in the water. The water submerged half of his body, and the incandescent lamp facing him above his head was blindingly bright. Belmode made a simple treatment for his wound, and then **** all his limbs. It's pretty solidly tied.

"Actually, I don't have a hobby of playing SM." He complained unremittingly, "Not with women, not with men. You make me feel like a pervert."

Belmode didn't know what to put on his head, and said while putting it on, "Really? It's a pity, because there are quite a lot of people who want to play with me like this."

"...you sound more like a pervert now."

"Should I say now, 'Even if you shout for breaking your throat, no one will come to save you'?" Belmode smiled softly, "And then give you a chance to shout 'Breaking your throat'?"

"Uh..." Nan Ling pondered for a moment, and then he said deeply, "So this is the feeling of being scolded first, it really is—" I was taught.

He failed to speak the second half of the sentence.

Drugs had permanently altered his sensory nerves. He speculates that the function of the nerve endings in the limbs responsible for transmitting temperature and pain signals has been disturbed or destroyed. For a long time, Nan Ling thought that he had forgotten what it was like to feel 'severe pain'.

But the tissue's instrumentation seemed to be acting directly on the central nervous system of the brain, skipping over his now-defunct end receptors. His limbs began to convulse, his heart rate increased, and his breathing rate instantly increased to a level that he could not control himself. He could almost feel the blood rushing through his veins.

He felt… guilty. The feeling is almost obligatory.

"You betrayed the organization," he heard someone say. The voice came from far away, it was a woman's voice, a familiar voice, "Now, you have a chance to make up for your mistakes."

What is wrong? he heard himself ask.

Then he was plunged into darkness.

…

Qin Jiu looked at Nan Ling who was in a coma.

"That's it?" He raised his eyebrows.

"His spirit is...resolute." Belmode replied, "One time is certainly not enough. But he doesn't seem to be burned out, you can rest assured."

Qin Jiuxin said that it was because of this that I was even more worried. You might as well just burn him stupid.

But since it was the gentleman's order, he didn't say anything more.

"how much time is required?"

"Who knows? I guess it will take half a month at the earliest." Belmode glanced at him lightly, "Gin, if you have nothing else to do, can you leave this place to a professional?"

The implication is that you have never done this job and why are you staying here to get in the way?

"I have this kind of suspicious character." Qin Jiu replied indifferently.

"Don't worry, the brainwashing program can't end once it starts. Even me." Belmode said lightly, "I know you haven't been exposed to this aspect before, can you rest assured now?"

Gin didn't answer.

Belmode looked him up and down.

"...By the way, haven't you found Keir yet?" She asked casually as if she suddenly remembered this matter, "That gentleman personally asked about this matter, and you don't want those FBI agents to The hounds bit us?"

"You don't have to worry about that. I have sent people to lurk in every hospital in the surrounding area, and the FBI must not dare to protect people with a big fanfare." Qin Jiu casually lit a cigarette, "Their fox tail , will be revealed soon..."

"Don't lose sight of the other." Belmode said, "The group of police officers have been chasing very closely recently... Bourbon is really a pity, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com If he can really become our man All right. Chat was a little too quick."

"Heh..." Gin let out a puff of smoke, "You don't really think that Bourbon died in the M7 laboratory building, do you?"

"Where did you say that?"

"The recent actions of the public security group may have his handwriting. You are right, as our opponent, Bourbon is indeed very difficult." Qin Jiu glanced at Nanling who was still in a coma, " I'm afraid he had escaped the influence of brainwashing by that time, earlier than you said."

Belmode glanced at him half provocatively and half gloatingly.

"It sounds like you're ready to admit defeat to the police."

Qin Jiu sneered.

"I will let them know that the will of the organization cannot be violated—no one can resist."

(end of this chapter)