When he was thrown to the ground, Kawakami was still thinking about how many times something like this had happened.
It wasn't until the severe pain spread to his limbs that the gray-haired young man's wandering thoughts were pulled back by the pain. He reluctantly stood up in the chaos and retreated behind the bunker based on instinct.
Damn it, are these criminals in country A using bombs as food? ?
——No, they are not criminals. It is estimated that the FBI also placed undercover agents among Poland Xueshu's trading partners. The status of that undercover agent should be high, and he would at least have the opportunity to plant bombs in U.S. dollars.
Because almost in the next second, bullets bombarded the dangerous building designated by the gang as the transaction site. It was obvious that before they knew it, they were surrounded by the enemy.
Tsk, I almost made a mistake. Kawakami was panting rapidly, and the bloody smell came out of his throat.
He did leak the location of the transaction to the FBI, but he didn't expect them to be so violent.
Mengde is completely different from the image he had been hiding in Japan before. Sure enough, the latter, who had the home court advantage, became more arrogant...
Kawakami took a lemon candy, put on a small gas mask, and continued to observe the situation in the dark.
His whole body ached, so the gray-haired young man couldn't tell the extent of his injury for a moment. He pressed his ribs with his hands and pressed down one by one. Fortunately, the bones were not broken.
But Poland Snow Tree is probably in dire straits, as his old injuries haven't healed yet. Before Kawakami Tsumugi dodged, he saw the strong man running towards the bunker in the opposite direction to him. At least his movements were unimpeded.
While Kawakami was resting, the FBI men had broken into the dangerous building. They still used the same old tricks, and bright lights sounded one after another in the smoke of tear gas.
[In view of the general environment,
Fortunately, the FBI's targets are not entirely Polish Xueshu and Kashasha. The first person to be exposed is the gangster who purchased weapons from them.
Because Poland Snow Tree threw the suitcase in the direction of the gang before the bomb exploded, they were in the stage of being bombed when the FBI came in, so they were naturally seriously injured. However, the gang had a large number of people, and at hand were sophisticated weapons provided by the organization. After a while, they regained their composure and started to engage with the FBI.
Although this dangerous building has been abandoned for a long time, it is fully furnished with tables, chairs, beds, cabinets and other furniture, and there are many shelters. There were no barriers such as doors or windows, so the tear gas dispersed very quickly. The gangsters were familiar with the environment, and for a while they were on par with the FBI.
The gray-haired young man poked half of his head out of the bunker to observe the situation. I don’t know where the Polish snow tree is…
In fact, he planned to take this opportunity to escape directly.
But Tsumugi Kawakami had no intention of killing his cheap colleagues before running away. After all, why Mojito wanted to kill the Polish snow tree, Kawakami Tsumugi hadn't fully figured out yet.
"Hey, are you still alive, Miriam?" Kawakami pressed the wireless communication device next to his ear.
Since the last time he lost contact, he had helped Poland Xueshu, who was not interested in high technology, to familiarize himself with the use of wireless communications within the organization.
It has to be said that the winery’s products must be of high quality, and the headset was neither dislodged nor damaged under such torment.
"Ahem, I'm opposite you. I'm not seriously injured, Kashasha."
The sound of the Polish snow tree was mixed with the electric current. It sounded quite weak, even crying - probably caused by the tear gas. Kawakamiji's thinking was a step faster, and he imagined Vodka with tears in his eyes.
Well, it’s immoral to laugh in the communication. The gray-haired young man said calmly:
"I will look for you."
Before the Polish Snow Tree could reply, the gray-haired young man threw a bomb outside to attract attention, and then ran towards the Polish Snow Tree amid the hail of bullets.
No need to look, Kawakami knew the approximate location of every bunker and enemy in the entire building, so he didn't need to deliberately aim when firing cold shots.
But there was still pain in his waist, and the gray-haired young man flashed into the bedroom with a twisted look on his face.
Before Poland Snow Tree took action, he shouted softly:
"it's me!
"Ahem, are you injured?" Bolan Xueshu asked nervously when he saw Kawakami Tsumugi holding his waist.
"I have a body armor, but bruises are inevitable."
The gray-haired young man said. He caught the flash of confusion on the face of Poland Snow Tree and knew that this guy had damaged his hearing in the explosion. The reason he was able to respond to his questions before was probably because he was simply aware of the sound in the communicator.
So the gray-haired young man took out his mobile phone and quickly blind typed a line of text.
[I'm fine. The people here are the FBI, and they are fighting with the people from PStone. The money for the weapons is definitely going to be gone, so taking advantage of the situation is the best strategy. Oh, by the way - I also have a gas mask here. 】
Not wanting to see the strong man in tears again, Tsumugi Kawakami handed another portable gas mask in his arms to Poland Yuki, who quickly put it on. The mask was too small, leaving marks on his face.
"Oh, this kind of thing happens all the time." Poland Snow Tree said fiercely, "Follow me, Kashasha, I will lead you to break out. How many weapons do you still have on you?"
The gray-haired young man had just typed "I have three evacuation routes here, you follow my command..." on his mobile phone. After hearing the words, he quickly deleted it and typed:
[Two Colts, five magazines of bullets, some small bombs, two grenades, and lemon candies. 】
In fact, it was inappropriate to mention lemon candy in such a critical situation, but Kawakami's hand speed was as fast as his brain, and he hit it before he could react.
"You really should learn to lip read." He whispered.
According to his usual style, Kawakami Tsumugi would definitely firmly hold the command of the operation, but for this mission he had already made up his mind to escape, so he was too lazy to worry about what kind of plan Poland Snow Tree would come up with.
"Give me the grenade. When the time comes, I will sprint and you will be responsible for covering." Poland Xueshu warned, "Don't worry, I have seen this kind of situation too many times, and I will definitely be able to take you out."
【OK. 】
The grenade changed hands. Kawakami watched the strong man holding his ribs and brewing for two seconds, then jumped over the bunker with a strong step, threw the grenade while sprinting at an angle - this angle was well chosen, and the bunker can be used to avoid the gangster side. Most bullets.
The gray-haired young man did not hesitate. He followed closely with guns in both hands and fired suppressive fire in the direction of the FBI. When he successfully ran to the opposite bunker, he couldn't help but gasp.
Polish Snow Tree helped Kawakami Tsumugi. Even with the injury on his ribs, his breathing was still quite stable:
"It's a bit difficult to break through directly from the first floor. Let's walk from the top. Can you step on my shoulders and climb to the second floor?"
"Yes." Kawakamiji nodded vigorously.
I have to say that although Polish Snow Tree is naive, he is still quite capable. First of all, his physical fitness is quite strong, and his physical skills and marksmanship are almost flawless. He is probably a rare martial arts sect in the Gin team, the gray-haired young man thought.
Moreover, this guy's retreat route coincided with one of Kawakami Tsumugi's options. He must have gained experience in a hail of bullets.
Half a minute later, they climbed up to the second floor and then followed it to the third floor. The sound of gunfire gradually faded away, but there were still stray bullets floating up. Poland Xueshu's shoulder was accidentally rubbed, and blood flowed out.
"We'll be safe if we cross the building ahead."
Poland Xueshu said, at this time his hearing had recovered to some extent. So Kawakami Tsumugi began to chirp in his ear complaining about this operation:
"Tsk, our deal was only finalized five minutes before we met. They were all manipulative and installed a bomb in a suitcase. It seems that the internal management ability of our partner is worrying..."
"You know what makes me think of that? That time with the Jackson Gang, these spies tricked us twice in just two weeks, as if the FBI could control our whereabouts."
"The undercover is among PStone's people, so it's impossible for him to be on our side." Poland Xueshu looked at Kashaxia reproachfully, "Mr. Mojito will not let his subordinates have undercovers."
"Of course, it turns out you can understand the voice-over." The gray-haired young man pretended to be surprised, "It's not sarcastic.
What do you mean, it’s just——”
He raised his head and looked into the distance casually.
In the distance, there was something shining in the blue-white sun. It was a sniper scope. Kawakami raised his eyebrows and looked down again. Black smoke was rising from the broken streets, and the raging flames obscured his vision. The FBI and the gang have moved from the dangerous building to the road.
This was the escape route Kawakami had set for himself.
"——Millian, there are snipers!!"
The gray-haired young man shouted loudly.
Almost at the same time, bullets came through the air.
Kawakami Tsumugi, who was unable to dodge, was hit. His foot slipped and he fell directly from the third floor. Poland Xueshu, who turned around belatedly, could only watch the figure of the gray-haired young man being swallowed up by the raging flames downstairs.
"Kashasha!!!"
