"I regret Cohen's sacrifice, but you don't think that because I offered him a deal to lure him into meeting me, I would only allow us to deploy our forces, leaving him defenseless, right?"

Hearing Vodka's words that appeared to ease the atmosphere but were actually directed at him, Kiel leaned back in his seat with his arms folded, completely ignoring the threat of the gun in Gin's hand.

She looked at Gin and sneered, "Don't forget, the FBI will certainly not send anyone to follow you because of Akai Shuichi's insistence.

But those unscrupulous guys would never obey the FBI's orders.

Maybe for them, the so-called FBI trump card, the "silver bullet" that the boss believes can destroy the organization, is nothing more than a pawn they use to lure us out.

As someone who has dealt with them several times, you should be most familiar with their style of doing things, right?

It's normal for them to act recklessly, never letting go of their prey and doing things beyond the expectations of both the enemy and us."

"Those bastards who used the code name 'beast'..."

Hearing Kiel's words, the icy face that had remained unchanged during the confrontation with Kiel revealed a ferocious look: "I will make them pay the price!!"

"Well, those guys came and went without a trace. I don't know how to catch them, but at least I can be happy that my former natural enemies are gone."

Seeing that Gin was instantly irritated by him, Gil said with a raised corner of his mouth.

"Heh...I'm trembling with excitement right now!"

Gin Jiuyin's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty murderous intent: "If that guy Akai is still alive, I can kill him again!

And if we kill him again, the FBI will definitely take action, whether it's looking for us or their former allies.

This way, maybe we can find the whereabouts of those guys!"

"I hope so." Kil casually echoed Gin's words and chose to ignore the gun aimed at her, as if the one facing death was not her, but someone else.

"Vodka, drive to the opposite side of the street from the Rice Flower Department Store."

Gin looked at Vodka and ordered, "Find a spot where you can clearly see the mall exit. I want to confirm it with my own eyes!"

But Vodka didn't listen to him. Instead, he held the phone and listened carefully to what the caller said.

"What's going on? Drive quickly." Gin couldn't help but frown as he looked at Vodka's actions.

"Ah...Brother is like this."

Seeing his elder brother angry, Vodka turned to look at Gin and quickly explained, "According to the intelligence sent back by Ireland, we are on standby at the exit below.

It seems something serious happened at the Rice Flower Department Store, our target."

At this point, Vodka quickly asked on the phone: "Hey, Ireland, go get some more detailed information!"

"At present, the police have completely blocked off the shopping mall. We don't know what happened inside."

Ireland, carrying a bag containing a submachine gun, looked at the mall entrance while holding a phone. "But I saw a large number of people from the explosive ordnance disposal team and the mobile team entering the mall."

"You mean the explosive ordnance disposal team and the mobile team?" Vodka was shocked when he heard the news from Ireland.

'What's going on? What happened in the mall?'

Hearing Vodka's exclamation, Gin's attention was also diverted to this sudden accident.

Gin turned his head and looked out the window, his eyes seemed to penetrate the wall and see the scene inside clearly.

....... "Please be more serious!"

On the mall floor where the incident occurred, Maori Kogoro was holding a receipt and looking at the teller in front of him with a serious expression. He said, "Find the guy who keeps sending out red T-shirts every week among the customers on this floor.

This is the bomber's request, I think you should be very clear about it!"

"Yes..." Hearing what Kogoro Mouri said, the fat middle-aged teller nodded repeatedly.

"What I have in my hand is the receipt that came with the red T-shirt."

Maori Kogoro shook the receipt and continued to confirm: "Now I am sure that those red T-shirts were purchased at this Rice Flower Department Store.

In addition, there is only your sports counter in this mall, and the time when the mailers buy clothes is the same, which is 12:28.

And as of this time last Sunday, you were the only one in charge of sales, right? "

"That's right..." the female clerk nodded weakly.

"Then why don't you remember that guest?"

Maori Kogoro's expression collapsed after hearing what the female clerk said: "Generally speaking, there should be very few customers at noon, you should have some impression of it!

And that customer is the one who comes to buy the same red T-shirt at the same time every week!"

"But even if you say that, I don't remember anything at all..." the female clerk said a little aggrievedly.

"How could this happen..." Kogoro Mouri looked dejected.

"But it's true," said the chubby saleswoman. "It's like the red sports T-shirt hasn't been worn yet today."

"During this period of time, did you switch shifts with other salespeople?" Kogoro Mouri asked again.

"In the past six months, I haven't exchanged with anyone else once." The female clerk said truthfully.

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