"Hey, Cohen, is everything ready?"

1:03 p.m., on the 14th floor of the office building.

In the empty staff restroom, Chianti took out the sniper rifle parts from the travel bag and assembled them, saying without looking up:

"It's the thing Gin asked you to bring."

"alright."

Cohen, who was as thin as a skeleton, nodded sullenly:

"Now...do you want to use it?"

"Huh? Are you stupid?"

Chianti glared at him:

"What are we going to use now? The enemy isn't coming up yet!"

"....oh."

Cohen lowered his head and continued to assemble the sniper rifle.

He and Chianti were very skilled in their movements. Within a minute, a Remington 700 sniper rifle was assembled and placed on the windowsill. After adjusting the sight distance, the crosshairs were aimed at Beihu Park and they began to look for Yasuteru Domon.

When the two of them locked onto Yasuteru Domon standing at the edge of the hot spring, they did not shoot immediately but stopped instead.

Chianti's finger was on the trigger, his eyes narrowed, the swallowtail butterflies at the corners of his eyes fluttered with excitement, and he said with a surging heart:

"What a perfect prey..."

"It's not... time yet."

Cohen spoke up in time to stop her from shooting:

"Gin said...wait for his orders."

"That's so long-winded. Of course I know!"

Chianti looked at his watch and said impatiently:

"This operation is really troublesome! Wouldn't it be better to just shoot Domon Yasuteru? You keep dithering and I don't know what Gin wants to do!"

"He seems to have some plans with Vermouth..."

Shaking his head, Cohen opened the safety of his sniper rifle, leaned against the wall and said:

"It should be the Boss...who is in charge personally."

"I definitely know that kind of thing!"

Chianti rolled his eyes at him:

"I'm angry because Gin refused to tell us the whole plan and kept it secret... and that woman, it's really infuriating!"

Every time Chianti talked about Vermouth, he didn't look happy, and Cohen was used to it.

At this moment, there were sudden sounds of light footsteps in the corridor behind them. Chianti and Cohen turned back suddenly, their eyes flashing.

“Here I come.”

"Yes, here I come."

Holding the sniper rifle, Chianti lay on the ground with the muzzle of the gun pointed at the toilet door.

On the other side, Cohen quietly stood up and walked slowly to a place only two or three meters away from the door. He took out a pistol from his arms, held his breath, and listened to the movement coming from the corridor.

............................

"Shh!"

Outside the corridor, Judy, holding a revolver, raised her hand to stop her companion behind her, and then she pressed herself against the wall and moved towards the toilet door little by little.

She noticed something strange. When she was receiving FBI training, an instructor who had retired from the special forces had told them that when dealing with an excellent sniper, they must try to shorten the distance between the two sides as much as possible, and in the process they must pay attention to cover, and no more than one-third of the body should be exposed.

At the same time, Judy, who has excellent reconnaissance capabilities, knows better how to deal with difficult enemies.

There was no sound of conversation in the bathroom, and they had just accidentally exposed their footsteps, which might have alerted the other party. It was obviously irrational to rush in under such circumstances, even if the FBI had an absolute advantage in numbers.

The FBI agents who are sent to Japan are all elites. Of course, there are a few who don't look that powerful, but they must all have their own strengths.

On the other side of the corridor, Kamal also came up with his men. He and Judy occupied both sides of the corridor, forming a pincer attack and ready to launch an attack on the toilet at any time.

"Judy, what are you waiting for?"

Kamal gestured to Judy:

"Attack while their attention is distracted!"

"Wait a moment!"

Judy clenched her fist and shook her head, gesturing in the air:

"They're alert!"

Seeing this, Kamal had to tap his watch a few times:

"Time! Watch the time!"

The interview has already begun in Beihu Park, which means that the Black Organization may launch a sniper attack at any time. If they are reluctant to capture the two Chiantis, it is very likely that Yasuteru Domon will be sniped and killed in the end.

For the FBI, protecting Yasuteru Domon is also one of their tasks, and even if it is not a high priority, it must be considered.

After realizing this, Judy clicked her tongue, swung her arm forward, then held the gun with both hands and led her men towards the toilet door.

Kamal follows the same pattern of action.

When all the players on both sides were in position, Kamal took out an M84 stun grenade from behind his waist, bit the pull ring, and looked at Judy.

Judy understood and started the countdown.

3...2...1!

Click!

Kamal bit the pull ring and was about to throw the stun grenade into the toilet when he heard a deafening gunshot. Then, a gap appeared in the wall he was leaning against, and a sniper bullet hit his left arm solidly.

Bone rolling....

The blast bomb rolled to the ground. Judy was startled and turned back to yell:

"Cover your ears!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. The stun bomb with a very short fuse had already exploded, and the instantaneous flash of light and loud noise covered the entire corridor.

The incident happened so suddenly that most of the FBI agents in charge of the raid were unable to react and were hit head-on by a stun grenade from their companions.

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