Kawakami dragged Bourbon in a hurry and arrived at the evacuation point two minutes early.
Now that Gin is here, the police officers have either run away or been killed. Therefore, Kawakamiji has no worries as he runs away. He also exchanges several words with Bourbon along the way, but the latter has no interest in communicating.
The meeting point is a clearing near the bomb factory, besides Gin, Chianti and Scotch.
It seems that Rye and Cohen did not participate in this mission, or did they evacuate early? Kawakami subconsciously analyzed that Gin rarely went on missions without bringing rye with him, so it was probably the latter.
The vodka wasn't there, and the chosen spot was an empty lot. It seems that Gin wants to...
Seeing these two people, Scotland hurriedly stepped forward to take Bourbon from Kashasha's shoulders to relieve him of the pressure. Without the bourbon to take up space, Kawakami took off his gas mask.
This thing is still uncomfortable to wear.
"Bourbon's right leg is injured and has a bone fracture, which is quite serious. It's best to get a medical kit for treatment." Kawakami told Scotland.
"The mission failed, Kashasha?"
Following the procedure, Gin took out his Beretta and aimed it at Kashasha's eyebrows.
"Well... well..."
Kawakami raised his eyes to the sky and stared at Gin's hat.
It seems best to keep quiet this time?
To be honest, Gin felt quite happy when he saw Kashasha, who usually could retort three times in one sentence, without saying a word. This can be seen from the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, which is shaking up and down rhythmically, with scarlet fire spots flickering.
Like a tail.
"I didn't expect that the policemen could be so crazy and blow up the factory after a disagreement..." Kawakami tried to explain forcefully.
Bourbon on the side also took off his gas mask. He glanced at Kashasha. From this angle, he could only see a mess of gray hair.
Who blew up the factory? Can you say that again?
Ginjiu sneered: "The policemen's hands are as dark as ours."
"Yes, I think so too." Realizing that he had successfully fooled him, Kawakami nodded seriously.
"Let's settle this account slowly when we go back, Kashasha."
Gin put away the gun, held the cigarette between the index and middle fingers of his left hand, took one last puff, and threw it away. White smoke filled the air like mist, and was diluted by the wind. The tall, silver-haired man turned around and walked back.
The atmosphere and style of the action are there, and Kawakami even searched for a suitable BGM in his mind.
There is only one flaw. When Gin threw the cigarette, he took out a transparent plastic bag and put it in it instead of throwing it away. It felt like it ruined the perfection of the action.
As for the accounts to be settled... anyway, they are settled later, not now. Just live in the present, and only need to mess up in the future.
After another minute and 27 seconds, Kawakami heard the vibration of the propeller.
It's a helicopter.
Kawakami Tsumugi trotted over to Gin and made room for the helicopter. The wind generated by the machine's fall ruffled Gin's hair and confused Kawakami's face.
Kawakami took a few steps back. He felt that his face hurt from being brushed by his hair.
When the helicopter stopped, everyone got on the plane and sat huddled together.
The helicopter had obviously been modified. It was a large "Black Hawk" type, and it also contained ammunition and other things.
The pilot vodka started the helicopter and they were rising, higher and higher.
Finally, the helicopter arrived over the bomb factory.
Kawakamiji knew what Gin was going to do, and destroying corpses and eradicating traces has always been a fine tradition of the winery.
A bomb was dropped by a helicopter and fell into a giant chimney that was emitting black smoke.
The helicopter flew away without hesitation, and behind them, another grand explosion appeared on the stage, like a black fireworks blooming in the white night. The accompanying air wave could no longer reach the height of Kawakami Tsumugi and the others.
Although a real man never looks back at the explosion, Tsumugi Kawakami couldn't help but take a sneak peek. Based on this attitude, he was a little worried about Barolo's life.
At the same time, Kawakami realized that Scotland was also watching the explosion with a calm expression. Next to him, Bourbon lowered his head in silence, staring at his injured leg.
As if aware of Kawakami Tsumugi's gaze, Scotland turned around and smiled at him, his smile as gentle as ever, with a comforting meaning.
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Inside the bomb factory that was almost razed to the ground.
Qian Mu Liangchen opened his eyes drowsily, he must have been stunned.
Not long after the two police officers entered the basement, the second wave of bombs dropped by the winery struck. Fortunately, the basement had two floors, and the explosion did not reach here.
But the huge earthquake was unavoidable.
Qian Mu Liangchen endured the pain and got up. His throat felt very uncomfortable, as if it had been scalded with boiling water and stuck together again. He couldn't help but cough a few times.
Gin thought highly of him, knowing that they had entered the bomb factory, and left a surprise before leaving.
There was no worry that the surprise would kill him.
Taking a step forward, Qian Muliangchen stepped on something soft, which should be a human body, that long-faced police officer from the police.
Qianmu Liangchen squatted down again, and gropingly put his fingers on the other person's neck. It was warm, pulsating, and very stable.
Obviously, the long-faced policeman was just in a coma and was not seriously injured.
Qianmu Liangchen didn't have time to wait for him to wake up slowly. There was a ventilation problem in the basement. If he stayed here and didn't get blown up, he might be suffocated to death.
As for why there is a basement here...
No factory is born to produce explosives, and this factory was adapted. The basement is supposed to be a holdover from the previous manufacturer.
Qian Muliangchen now has no way to contact the outside world and can only rely on the unconscious policeman next to him.
He pinched the opponent's person without hesitation, using 70% of his strength.
After pinching for a few seconds, the policeman did not wake up, but his mobile phone rang. It seemed that the winery people removed the signal blocking device before leaving.
Qian Mu Liangchen answered the phone.
"Hello, are you over there with the police? I'm Qianki Yoshitatsu from the Fourth Investigation Division. I'm with the owner of the phone. It's okay. The location is the second floor underground of the basement of the bomb factory. I'm requesting support."
"Huh? Okay! I hope you keep-"
Out of habit, Qianmu Liangchen directly hung up the communication.
"Didi...Didi...Didi..."
Then Qianmu Liangchen fell into silence while looking at the black screen of his mobile phone.
There is a password on the phone, and Qian Muliangchen can't unlock it, so it's naturally impossible to call him again. We can only wait for the people over there to call back. But there has been no movement.
Forget it, let’s continue pinching people.
Qian Muliangchen made a decisive decision to implement a two-track system, pinching people and making phone calls.
Not long after, Kazami Yuya woke up.
"Well……"
Feng Jian felt a sharp pain on his upper lip, and then he noticed someone beside him.
He was alert, but before he could take out his gun, the man made a sound.
"it's me."
Hearing the sound, Kazami Yuya reacted:
"Oh, sorry, Mr. Qian Muliang."
Feng Jian felt right, his upper lip was indeed swollen, and it hurt when he spoke.
"I have your cell phone here. There was an incoming call before and I answered it for you. I'm sorry." Qian Muliang said.
Kazami Yuya took the phone over nervously.
It is a taboo for intelligence officers to leave something as important as a mobile phone in the hands of outsiders.
"Officer Qian Muliang... next time you encounter this situation, just... just leave it alone."
"Oh." Qianmu Liangchen responded politely. It's hard to say whether he heard it or not.
"Let's go, rescuers will come, we'd better get to the first floor first."
Qian Muyangchen had been awake for so long, and his eyes had gradually adapted to the darkness. He walked forward without hesitation, while Kazami Yuu stumbled behind him.
Therefore, Qian Muyangchen slowed down. He turned around and saw Kazami playing with his mobile phone.
"What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing." Yuya Fengmi smiled reluctantly.
As soon as the lock screen was unlocked, he received a communication from Mr. Furutani. The communication was from a long time ago, when the organization blocked the signal here.
Mr. Fukitani said that a large force from that organization would come to support him, that mission two failed, and asked him not to contact him in the near future.
The phrase "do not contact" is ominous.
Kazami Yuya nervously speculated about the possible treatment his boss would receive if he failed in the mission...
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