"ah……"
The lump of flesh at the door screamed in pain.
If the five bottles of wine present were all orthodox criminals, then in their eyes the driver could already be regarded as a dead person.
All that was missing was Morohoshi's shot to send him to hell.
After being indirectly rejected, Toru Amuro sighed regretfully: "Well, I think Morohoshi's face might look better."
Midorikawa Hikaru sighed: "Where did we fall short?"
All night long, he said with a sullen face, "?"
He really wanted to say, you are not bad at anything!
No, that's not right.
zero! Hiro! Wake up! Isn’t your focus a bit distorted? He just didn't want to personally push for the execution of people who had a strong sense of justice during the same period. Although he couldn't understand their feelings, he could sympathize with them.
It also made him feel guilty.
…
On the other end, FBI Morohoshi, who also had a sense of justice, was ordered to take action. He expressionlessly raised the newly assembled gun, stood up and walked towards the door.
The closer to the door, the stronger the smell of blood became.
With just one glance, Morohoshi judged that this person had a ruptured dorsalis pedis artery.
The dorsalis pedis artery is at the end of the circulation and is not as large as the femoral artery and carotid artery. However, as long as you understand the human body well, it can cause blood to surge. The driver probably also used compression to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, it was useless because he lost strength in his hand.
What an extremely delicate scale of control!
Even arterial bleeding is enough to allow the injured to persist until now.
It is enough to show that Ice Wine's marksmanship is very accurate and he has spent a lot of time studying human anatomy, otherwise it would be difficult to achieve this level of proficiency easily.
Zhu Xingda recalled Bingjiu's special request. He gently grabbed the driver's hair and raised the driver's face, which was to middle-aged but pale due to blood loss. It was a very ordinary face, and it would be difficult to find it even if it was thrown into the crowd. Less than.
When he looked into those cloudy eyes, the FBI's instinct told him that this was probably not a good person.
He said mechanically with an expressionless face: "I saw it." He looked at his face.
This sentence is tantamount to "Let's hit the road". In an instant, the man whose hair was pulled started to struggle, whimpering incessantly, as if his tongue had been cut out and he could not speak. There was no fat on his body. Trembling.
The green-eyed FBI, who had his back turned to the members of the organization, paused.
Cutting out the tongue is an extremely cruel method.
It was barely the first time he had seen it. He wondered what secrets this driver had in his head that could not be told.
Bingjiu's scornful voice came from behind: "Zhuxing? Why don't you take action?"
"Sorry, the smell of blood is too strong and a bit smoky."
"I will send him away now." Zhu Xingda calmed down the emotions in his eyes and returned to his previous calm appearance.
He knew in his heart that this might be a test for him by the organization.
Without hesitation, Zhu Xingda’s eyes flashed——
Pull the trigger! !
Thunderous gunfire sounded, blood sprayed, and the whimpering stopped abruptly.
He watched Zhuxingda come from the light all night, and clapped his hands seriously, "I have seen all your data, Gin must appreciate you very much."
Zhuxing nodded: "Wonderful praise."
Lianye nodded slowly.
So, after you have taken the person with you for a few days, just throw it to Gin.
Anyway, he has made it clear to the boss that he doesn't like this guy. Not only does he want to drive him away, but he also wants to tell Miyano Shiho and Miyano Akemi that this guy's true identity is the FBI!
In order to use the identity of Miyano Akemi's boyfriend as an undercover organization, he just dumped Judy, and later even killed Akemi.
In a sense of justice, this guy is decent.
But from a personal emotional perspective, isn't this a proper scumbag? !
He lowered his head all night and seemed to be browsing the tasks, but in fact he began to harass the members on the list by typing words.
【TO：GIN
Brother Gin, listen to me. Really, I really think Moro Hoshida is an undercover agent sent by the FBI. I can bet you on that bank card. If you don’t believe me, you will regret it in the future. ——Brandy]
Failed to send.
Oh yes, he was blocked by Gin not long ago.
It doesn't matter, Bingjiu's card permissions have been fully opened. This bank card is not within Gin's jurisdiction, so I will ignore Gin for the time being.
【TO：Vermouth
Don’t you think the new Morohoshi is the FBI? ——Brandy]
【TO：Sherry
Dear Shirley, I met your sister’s boyfriend Morohoshi Tai today. He looks like a hypocritical FBI, not a good person. I would like to remind your sister not to be deceived by this kind of person. ——Brandy]
The next second, the phone vibrated to reply.
【I know! ! ! No wonder he is a good man! ——Sherry]
[Let’s talk in details when we meet. ——Sherry]
Good, at least one was willing to listen to him.
I put away my phone overnight and started organizing the tasks.
"Before coming here, I did an assassination mission."
Almost all the fake wines present were listening attentively. After all kinds of temptations of ice wine, are we finally going to get to the point?
Yes, they took those actions and words as temptations.
After joining the black organization, I experienced too many such temptations and finally got to this point on thin ice, so much so that encountering similar situations would trigger PTSD.
Li Ye knocked his knuckles on the coffee table and said with a slight smile: "Now I need you to get back the remaining important information over there, in a small USB flash drive. At present, the Japanese police have intervened in the investigation, which will be more troublesome."
Chianti and Cohen both declined.
Although the two of them are not a reliable pairing, except for Gin at the Tokyo headquarters, it is difficult to find a more reliable code member than them in Japan, or even none.
He didn't want to send Mescal, because with this guy's behavior, he was afraid that he would just carry a bomb and blow it up.
Even at night, he was unwilling to go through all the trouble and effort to finish the work himself. He wanted to touch the fish even more. A job without touching the fish would not be satisfactory.
So leave it to the whiskey trio.
They can be regarded as Corey's chosen workers, and he would definitely be willing to take this opportunity to show off. He would like to be called the people in the organization who know how to work hard for the winery except Gin.
Toru Amuro asked with a smile: "Okay, then will you go together to watch our performance? In other words, this is the test that our Mr. Brandy has prepared for us, right?"
The curly black-haired Ice Wine curled his eyes: "What do you think?"
The blond young man asked jokingly: "Isn't it?"
"If not, I will be well prepared." Midorikawa Hikaru said gently, his sniper rifle had been polished.
Zhu Fu Jingguang's position in the organization is that of a sniper.
Morohoshi is also positioned as a sniper.
"Then you should prepare well, of course." Lianye tilted his head, feeling a little guilty in his heart, and threw the hot potato to the FBI, "Morohoshi, it's up to you to get the mission information this time."
This mission was mainly his fault. Originally, Rum should have sent people to clean up the matter. The police were a bit troublesome, but Uncle Rum shut down the microphone directly after hearing that he was responsible for the mistake.
Sorry, zero, hiro.
You should be willing, right?
As long as you don't happen to see anyone else from the police academy there, you'll be fine.
