In the evening, a yacht set off from the pier and stopped temporarily after reaching the sea.
The man in black walked out of the cabin with a large backpack, went to the deck, and threw the backpack into the sea.
"Bang!"
After the heavy backpack fell into the sea, it splashed a bunch of water and sank quickly.
On the coast, Chianti looked at the sea with a sniper scope, then turned to aim at the man on the yacht.
The man took out his cell phone, answered the call, and walked back to the cockpit.
"Gin?...Yes, it was all put into the backpack and sank into the sea...Wha, what?!..."
"boom!"
Amidst the loud explosion, the yacht was surrounded by flames.
A section of the guardrail flew to the sea in the distance, drifting along with the sea water that was reflected red by the sunset and the fire.
Chianti waited on the coast for a while, then smiled sullenly at the headset and said, "Too dead... Gin, there has been no movement on the sea for a long time, that guy must be dead!"
"Wait another ten minutes," Gin said coldly, "make sure he is absolutely dead, then withdraw..."
"Understood," Chianti responded, then complained, "This guy really doesn't live up to expectations. If he hadn't died, I could have shot him again!"
A low and hoarse male voice sounded on the communication channel, "Chianti, have you forgotten something?"
"Lark?" Chianti was stunned, trying to recall whether he had overlooked any important information, "Forgot something?"
Hoarse male voice: "Make me twice."
Only then did Chianti remember that she still owed a certain Lark two "heads", choked up, and complained unwillingly, "Stingy man!"
…
Shibuya Ward, Tokyo.
In the car parked on a secluded slope, Chi Feichi cut off the communication to express his disagreement with Chianti's evaluation.
If he owed it to Chianti, Chianti would definitely remind him three times every time he made a move.
Once when the plan is learned, once when the action is confirmed, and once before starting the action.
This time he waited until the operation was almost over before speaking, already considering the fun of the operation in Chianti.
Ahead, next to the Porsche 356A, Vodka leaned against the ramp guardrail, wearing sunglasses and watching the broadcast on a tablet. From time to time, he sighed, "The scene is really miserable. There are bloody footprints around the body, but it doesn't matter, brother, Seta doesn't have to deal with it, right?" ? In such a chaotic scene, it might not be easy for the police to investigate him..."
Gin stood leaning against his car, watching the setting sun at the end of the sky disappear into the building little by little, and said in a cold voice, "The senior executive of Teito Bank's head office was shot dead, or was he killed under the eyes of the police who were protecting him?" , the police put all their energy into the pursuit. Seta shot the target at close range. The iron pieces on his body were stained with blood, and he hurriedly left the area. Surveillance cameras at nearby intersections and store entrances captured him. It was only a matter of time before the police found him. thing! And that guy is very resistant to the organization giving up on Ireland. There have been too many small moves recently."
Chi Feichi was sitting in the car hiding from the sunset, and Feichi and Feichi were playing "Plants vs. Zombies" on their tablets.
In the final analysis, it was because Seta was dissatisfied with the deaths of Pisco and Ireland, so he made a lot of small moves, and he also liked to push back and block during actions.
A person who is not working diligently at the beginning and may cause problems, a peripheral member, is used to do some risky tasks, and then cleaned up after using it. This is also the consistent behavior of the organization.
"The next news for you is that in the shooting case that occurred in Shibuya Park the night before, after police investigation, the suspect Ryosuke Ohmine was not the real murderer..."
Outside the car, reports of other events came from the tablet.
"The real murderer Kanda Satoshi has been arrested, and Omine Ryosuke has also been arrested for purchasing and possessing modified firearms and kidnapping underage children..."
"Is this the case that Luck encountered?" Vodka was about to turn off the broadcast when his finger that was about to press on the tablet suddenly stopped.
In the broadcast video, Omine Ryosuke stood downstairs of the game company, with his hands in handcuffs, holding Mugu Shisan and crying with snot and tears, "Thank you! I understand, just arrest me! I will learn a lesson." , strive to be released from prison as soon as possible and start a new life!"
"Oling's changes have been too fast," Vodka lamented with a hint of mockery. "When he was regarded as a murderer, didn't he kidnap a child in a shopping mall in Cupido and try to escape?"
Takatori Isao was leaning against the black car, smoking a cigarette, flipping through a local style magazine in his hand, and said casually, "Maybe Lark and Mouri Kogoro found out the truth for him. That guy must have been so moved."
Gin turned his head and looked at the tablet in Vodka's hand. He always felt that Ryousuke Omine was more aggrieved than moved when he cried. He couldn't help but look at Chi Feichi in the car, "Lark, what did you do to him?"
Chi Feichi used a tablet to raise zombies, "What are you talking about? It must be because I helped him clear his grievances regardless of past grudges, and he was so moved."
Gin: "..."
Haha, why doesn’t he believe it?
"But how's your car doing, Lark?" Vodka asked curiously, "You seemed very angry that day. Brother was worried that you were messing around, so we almost drove over to find you."
"The front of the car was dented and deformed, and large pieces of paint peeled off the body. When I sent it to the repair shop, the receptionist asked me if I had been in a car accident," Chi Feichi said without raising his head as he watched the zombie that had been raised for a long time chewing nuts. "It will take three days at the earliest to be repaired."
Gin took out a cigarette and bit it, gloating a little, "This must be the retribution for burning the guard indiscriminately."
"If there was such a thing as 'retribution' in the world, you would have died a hundred times." Chi Feichi responded unceremoniously.
"Hmph..." Gin sneered, "each other."
Vodka hesitated for a moment, but still risked being affected by the flames of the war and asked loudly, "Brother, Luck, Slivova, do you want to have dinner?"
"Lark will definitely never cook again." Gin took out the matchbox, lowered his head and pulled out a match to strike. "I heard that there is a good club in Shibuya District. Let's go there together after the matter is completely resolved in the evening... "
When Vodka heard this, he immediately became happy, "Okay, big brother!"
Chi Feichi didn't have any objection. Anyway, he had funds for activities, so he didn't spend them in vain.
…
after an hour.
A group of people from the Cold Butterfly Society left the Metropolitan Police Department.
"Really," the woman dressed as Catwoman complained, "Sister Xiangli will be nervous when she sees something that looks like a bomb. What's there to ask..."
Ayaka Urano looked at the beautiful woman named Uehara Kari, with a smile still on her face. She didn't say much, but she was a little confused in her heart.
If Kaori Uehara hadn't discovered the bomb and shouted loudly, causing turmoil, the Night Baron who was targeted by the organization might not have died. However, the police would not have suspected that there was something wrong with Kaori Uehara and asked Kaori Uehara to go to the Metropolitan Police Department. , I just want to ask about the circumstances surrounding the discovery of the fake bomb.
After all, in the eyes of others, Uehara Kari just saw something that looked like a bomb, was startled, and just yelled.
Does Xiangli also work for the organization? Why do you feel like there are organized eyeliners everywhere?
She had never noticed or knew anything about it before, and the organization was indeed terrifying.
"Anyway, let's go eat first!" Yuna Ozawa patted her chest. "After the crowd dispersed, I found an uncle lying on the ground with bloody footprints next to him. It really shocked me. I must eat something good. It’s enough to suppress the shock!”
"You guys go," Uehara Kari saw the parking lot, turned around and smiled, her face showing exhaustion, "I feel tired and want to go home early to rest."
Ozawa Yuna was startled, then sighed, "That's right. You were frightened by the fake bomb and were interrogated by the police all afternoon. It's time to go back and have a good rest..."
"Then you go back first," Ayaka Urano looked at Uehara Kaori and said with a smile, "See you another day."
“I’ll treat you to a big dinner another day!”
Kaori Uehara smiled heartily, got into her car, and drove away.
Catwoman watched Hara Kaori leave, turned around and got into the car, "Then, I will send Miss Ayaka, Yuna and Kiyomu back..."
"Excuse me." After Ayaka Urano got in the car, she turned around and found Oda Kiyoshi standing there blankly looking at the exit. She asked in confusion, "Seinashi?"
"Ah, it's okay." Oda Kiyoshi looked away thoughtfully, turned around and got into the car.
In the blue car that left first, Uehara Kari drove along the road to her residence. While waiting for the traffic light, she took out her mobile phone to make a call.
The call was answered quickly, and the female voice was calm and leisurely, "Xiangli? Have you left the Metropolitan Police Department?"
"Yeah, I just finished the police interrogation," Uehara Kari saw that the green light was about to turn on, plugged the phone into the earphones, stuffed it into her left ear, and drove forward with a joking smile on her lips, "This time it's a famous person. Our banker is dead, it’s a big trouble, the president doesn’t seem to know this, right?”
In a private house somewhere in the Handie Club's stronghold, a woman in a dark room sat on the sofa, her cell phone pressed to her ear, and the light from the screen illuminated her indifferent profile.
"Of course the president already knows about such a big matter."
"Yes, yes, but this time it's really troublesome. Whether the police or the president finds out, I'm dead... I just want to get back the one million you borrowed from me last time. Go and have a good time. Relax during the trip, and if you don’t mind, I’ll talk to you in detail tomorrow.”
"Ok, are you ready to go home now?"
"Yeah, get ready to go back and rest... I'm driving, so it's not convenient to talk, so that's it, see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
In the dark room, when the woman heard the call was hung up, she put down her right hand holding the phone with a gloomy expression, "She plans to increase the price again. I'm really fed up with her thinking that she has a handle on me, so she feels complacent about it." His face should be resolved as soon as possible, right?"
There was a chuckle from the sofa opposite, and the match was lit with a 'click'. The firelight came close to Belmod's face that smiled as charming and dangerous as a banshee, and lit a slender cigarette. "This kind of person cannot withstand external pressure and may be betrayed at any time." Your person, who has experienced this kind of action, does not need to stay at all. The organization has confirmed before that she does not seem to be trying to leave anything pointing to you. Of course, you should be careful enough to talk about it every time you meet. So, this is The last time..."
The woman looked much relieved.
"Anyway," Belmod said with a smile on his lips and exhaled the hazy smoke of cigarette, "She called you. You go find someone to have dinner with and prepare to create an alibi to deal with the police."
"Do you want to do it now?" The woman was a little surprised. "Do you want to tell them that she is going home?"
"It's not necessary," Belmod's smile deepened, "There are many smart people over there, and they will solve it neatly."
