[Some words written above that you must read:
1. This article is a zero-scene CP article and cannot be dismantled or reversed.
2. There is zero self-hypnosis into bourbon to cope with the more stringent counter-interrogation process of the intelligence team.
3. The writing is very poor, the plot is ridiculous and cliche, and the characters are all seriously OOC. In short, there is nothing else to say except that it sucks. Note, this is not a humble speech. If you happen to come across this article, it's really special and I don't recommend reading it.
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"His breathing is like a surge of waves. Can the calm blue sea allow me to stop?"
Chaos and darkness are deeply engraved in the bones and blood of every member of the organization, especially Bourbon, who is the leader among them.
Naturally, the intelligence elite of the organization cannot be some literary young man, but if he had to give an appropriate metaphor, Bourbon would rather compare his work to a night ship that moves forward in the undercurrent to clear the way.
As a child of the organization, he drove out of the night; as a pioneer of the mission, he drove further into the abyss.
Every time he tried to plunge into the silent and black sea, a senseless fear would surge into his heart.
But this situation did not trouble Bourbon for long.
Because on that sunny morning, he met the young man codenamed Scotland.
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Note: The copywriting is obsolete. Short story update. Zero scene. The writing is terrible and the plot is useless.
Intention: After finally allowing myself to accept the fact that I fell in love with an undercover agent, my previous memories came back.