Chapter 85 Are you sure it was a firefight?

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The moment a sniper gunshot sounded.

The CIA then knew that it was impossible to rob a target quietly.

They knew that they were not the only ones who were eyeing the organization's research data, but also the fighting brothers, the unfilial sons of the island country, MI6, etc... These guys were all secretly watching.

When enough people are staring at the same thing, no matter whose hands it ends up in, it will become a hot potato. Don't look at it. The US emperor is the beacon of the earth, and his long-arm jurisdiction can punish the whole world at every turn.

But in front of immortality, who cares whether you are a light or a beacon? Who will be afraid of your sanctions?

As long as you dare to swallow up the hope of immortality by yourself, then I will have to use physical means to make it impossible for you to live forever.

Therefore, under this situation, whoever obtains the research information of the winery will be the next target of intelligence agencies around the world. Just like the winery, the intelligence elites around the world will try their best to do the same as the undercover winery. The undercover went in, just to find research information.

The only thing that will change is the reason for sending the undercover.

When dealing with wineries, they can tell detectives that they are fighting crime, but when dealing with other countries, they can say that they are not democratic, free and have human rights.

At this moment, rationality told the person in charge of the CIA that they should evacuate and retreat behind the scenes to let other intelligence agencies be the ones who were shot.

But it is obvious that fame, fortune, promotion and wealth have blinded his eyes——

Now that the information is taken back, the CIA is being targeted, so what does it have to do with him as the person in charge?

By that time, he would have been promoted and raised his salary based on this merit, and he would no longer be struggling like he is now. No matter how hard he targets, it is impossible for others to find him as a leader in a high position.

"Prepare!"

The person in charge, who had made a calculation in his mind, informed the order.

After receiving the order, the gunmen hiding in the buildings on both sides of the street quietly raised their weapons and were ready for action.

"Attention, Rye, the convoy is about to enter your defense zone."

Brandy's reminder came from Morohoshida's earphones at the right time.

"Okay, I've seen them."

In fact... the place where Akai Shuichi ambushed was the weakest position of the organization's defense.

Asakura Makoto instructed Keir to leak information about Morohoshidai in order to attract the CIA and let them use this place as a breakthrough point.

In this way, false research information was sent to them in disguise.

Not just any cat or dog can be the first person. If MI6 is not good enough, Dai Ying is no longer the Dai Ying he used to be.

He used to be Milician's father, but now he can only be Milician's son.

The research materials fall into his hands, and under the conjugated father-son relationship, they will most likely be forced into a joint research situation in the end - which is undoubtedly very detrimental to the organization.

The same is true for the island country’s public security——

None of their punches are strong enough.

Therefore, the recipients of this information must have a certain degree of strength and be able to defend this information on their own. It is best if there are people in the country who will hinder them, slow down the progress of the research, and delay the exposure of the false nature of this information. time.

Under the confluence of various conditions, CIA became the most suitable candidate.

The convoy passed through the CIA ambush circle...

The gunmen who were already prepared, without any further orders from anyone, shot and blew out the tires of the vehicle as soon as it came into view, preventing the vehicle from moving forward.

Then, after the speed of the vehicle slowed down, they shot and killed the drivers of the convoy in the second round - in order to prevent the sudden death of the driver from driving at high speed, causing the vehicle to lose control and destroy the researchers and research materials in the vehicle.

After the convoy stopped moving, the death squads appeared. These combatants, who thought they were fighting criminals and transporting criminal evidence, used their bodies as targets to attract attention from the sky.

They rushed towards the convoy that was stagnant in the middle of the road, thinking about the analyst's inference in their minds. As long as they could reach the car as quickly as possible, the snipers in the sky would take action because they were concerned about the original occupants of the car.

Zhu Xingda occupied the commanding heights and saw the scene below. Without hesitation, he immediately pulled the trigger and swept away any enemies who dared to show up.

At this time, whether he was an FBI investigator or an organization's rye whiskey, he had a reason to shoot.

The former is to prevent other intelligence agencies from obtaining results that should belong to the FBI, and the latter is to protect the organization's secrets from falling into the hands of others.

The sound of sniper rifle shooting is like the scream of death, and a single sound can take away a life.

Fortunately, the CIA has a large number of death squads. Fortunately, the only one who can snipe them now is Morohoshi Dai.

A large number of these combatants who were charging forward came to the front of the convoy.

From this point of view, the dawn should be right in front of them. However, what awaits them ahead is a purgatory even more desperate than Zhuxingda.

Only the sound of breaking glass was heard, mixed with the continuous "ta-ta-ta-ta" of submachine gun fire. From the stationary car, tongues of fire poured out, wantonly harvesting the lives of anyone who dared to get close to it.

"Sure enough, there are guards in the car."

This scene was not what the person in charge had expected. He gave an order and squatted among the people in the rear as fire support. The sharpshooters with accurate marksmanship raised the barrels of their guns and killed the people holding guns in the carriage one by one.

The light inside the car was dim, and the flames from the muzzle became the best target. In less than a minute, the submachine gunner in the car fell into silence.

However, even if only a few dozen seconds passed, the death squads that had gone through the baptism of stars and still had a large number of people had already died a large number of people.

In the end, only a handful of lucky people rushed to the vehicle, opened the door and entered the car.

"Damn! The data was partially destroyed."

After entering, they reported the search results to the rear. As soon as the people in the car saw that something was wrong, they immediately destroyed the escorted documents.

"How much was destroyed?" the person in charge asked.

"About a third."

"one fifth."

"one fifth."

Replies from the suicide squads after they had brought the situation under control came from several vehicles carrying paper materials.

The person in charge imagined the overall extent of damage, and it was still within the acceptable range.

"Where are the researchers? Have you found any researchers?"

More important than data is manpower. Even if the data is damaged, researchers who have personally conducted research can repair it.

"Something was discovered..."



At the same time, other forces also received information about the exchange of fire here.

Although this route is not considered prosperous, there are still all the citizens that should be there. Therefore, in this case, the first person to receive the news is not the island country’s police or the FBI who are also ambushing, but has experienced the experience of mercenaries and After the bomb attack, the police department was devastated and the police department suffered from neurasthenia.

While the gunfight occurred here, their alarm hotline was blocked almost instantly.

"What!? Are you sure!?" The operator who heard the alarm asked in shock: "Are you sure it was not a shooting but a crossfire???"

When did Tokyo become like this? Major cases like this that are always in danger of life pop up every three days! ?

The operator wondered if he had unknowingly entered a parallel world...