Such a method that cannot be noticed by others is indeed...like a miracle.
"It's just poison. It was injected into their bodies through some special means, causing death without anyone noticing." Shuji Tsushima waved his hand nonchalantly.
"This is it. It was airdropped by a crow and successfully landed next to them. A spider can poison fifteen people." He zoomed in on one of the pictures and pointed at a spider crawling out of the corpse.
"Well, if we do the autopsy quickly, we might be able to find clues." Qingpiaopiao said.
It has been said that it is a scientific method, so it is naturally a way to explain it.
It's just that the spider is not a natural spider, but a mechanical spider.
"Four of us," Scotland said.
He didn't count the other people who died on the streets in pile-ups.
Because he doesn't care about the lives and deaths of ordinary people, the lives and deaths of FBI members only interest him slightly.
There is still a long way to go before the plane arrives at the FBI.
I wonder how many people will eventually die along the way?
"They are all ordinary cars, and they don't even have bulletproof glass..." Tsushima Shuji looked at the car in the picture and sighed.
"Trinidad, it's your turn to show up. The white Toyota car, the license plate number is..." He put on a headset for himself and began to issue orders.
"Remember to use special bullets. Since Laphroaig is lying in the back seat, it shouldn't be that easy to die." He touched his chin, unsure.
After all, the people who want the other party to die the most now are the FBI.
For Shuji Tsushima, Sora Sakai was just a bait for the FBI to come to his door and play games with him.
It doesn't matter if he dies, there will be other baits to replace him.
"Copy that." Trinidad's voice at this time was a clean teenage voice.
He now identifies himself as male.
"Use special bullets against an ordinary car?" Bourbon twitched his lips.
High-explosive incendiary bomb or armor-piercing bomb? Or some other extremely lethal bullet?
This is to send Laphroaig and two other FBI agents to hell.
"It will be okay. Trinidad's special bullets can penetrate the outer armor of tanks. He also used bullets to penetrate the glass of Gin's classic car before, and Gin held him down and beat him up." Shuji Tsushima waved. Waving his hands, his posture was nonchalant.
"Although his purpose was to joke with me in the gin car~" He could even laugh naturally.
"So it's normal for a bullet to easily penetrate the glass of an ordinary car and blow off the FBI's head." He changed his subject and said in a serious tone with a deep expression.
He always changes his face very quickly, and Bourbon and Scotland have long been used to it.
"Since you said normal, of course it is... normal." Scotland smiled softly, his tone as gentle as ever.
"How is Trinidad's sniping level?" Bourbon just asked while tossing the doll.
He still remembers the first sniper he met, one who blew off the target's head from an extremely long distance, and the other who blew off the head of a police colleague who passed by him from nowhere.
Blood even splattered around his feet.
One of them is Trinidad and the other is Cao.
Thinking about it this way, maybe Trinidad's sniper strength is pretty good.
"Well, it's a little worse than me, but it's enough." Tsushima Shuji touched his chin and said proudly and proudly.
"Just watch." He randomly pulled the control panel a few times.
One of the surveillance scenes quickly changed and turned into a hotel.
As the screen zoomed in, they could see a figure standing behind one of the windows, with a sniper rifle already set up.
Wearing a black peaked cap and a high ponytail, the person is as slender as a girl.
Trinidad, the cross-dressing boss with gender cognitive impairment in the organization.
The car carrying Sora Sakai was approaching the hotel quickly.
Obviously the FBI wanted a quick resolution, even running a red light.
The FBI also knows that the longer you spend on the road, the more dangerous it becomes.
only……
This journey is not something they want to end as soon as possible.
Trinidad stared at the figure in the driver's seat behind the windshield in the scope.
Seizing the opportunity, he pulled the trigger.
Special bullets fly towards the target.
And the car also drove towards the bullet.
From the perspective of Bourbon and others from the third perspective, it was a two-way rush of cars and bullets.
Accompanied by a crisp cracking sound and a bang.
A bullet shot through the windshield, and the man in the driver's seat had his head blown off.
The grayish-white and yellowish brain tissue even splashed onto the passenger in the passenger seat.
With the driver dead, the car also veered off course.
The co-pilot reacted quickly and reached out to hold the steering wheel.
The next moment, another bullet flew.
He also followed in the footsteps of his colleagues.
Got hit in the head.
At this time, there were splattered brain tissue everywhere in the car, which looked a little disgusting.
And as he lost control again, the car completely went into a runaway state.
After all, when the driver died, his foot was still on the accelerator.
The car hit a telephone pole on the side of the road hard.
"Six, let them scrap two cars by the way." Scotland looked at the scene. Two headless corpses were sitting on the driver's seat and the passenger seat, with blood spurting out from their necks like a fountain. .
"If the car had traveled a little longer, the rumors about the Headless Horseman might have become known to everyone." Bourbon said in a playful tone, full of malice.
When the second shot was fired, Trinidad quickly evacuated the scene with his own gun.
After the car hit the railing and was forced to stop, the other FBI agents who had been following also came out again.
Facing the third accident...
No, the first two times can be said to be accidents, but the third time cannot be said to be an accident.
Because the two bright bullet holes in the windshield proved that it was the work of a sniper.
"The handiwork of that organization." An FBI said after inspecting the car's condition.
Apart from the people from that organization, they could not imagine anyone else sending snipers to intercept.
After all, the one in the back seat is a member of the organization.
"Change people and cars, continue on the road, and have someone check for traces nearby." It seemed that the leader had made the decision.
So I once again put on a good car and a new person, and embarked on a dangerous road.
They had long known that this road would be very dangerous, and in this short period of time, they lost six colleagues.
There were even four colleagues whose deaths were confusing and inexplicable.
"The next few cars will be together. Don't separate anymore. Change the license plate numbers. Don't let them know which car the person is in." The leader took a deep breath and said again.
As the person responsible for relaying orders from superiors, he is also under great pressure.
"Yes." A group of investigators from the FBI responded with a fearless attitude.
So a group of people changed their license plates, formed a convoy, and tried to fish in troubled waters.
"Car accident, suffocation, sniping, now it's Laphroaig's favorite part." Shuji Tsushima just smiled and looked at the FBI's actions on the screen without making any comments.
"Explosion," he chuckled.
A line of cars just exploded on the road in a grand manner.
Except for the car carrying Laphroaig, all other vehicles were destroyed in the explosion.
