“Damn it! Damn it!!”

In the dark warehouse, a woman's violent curses rang out, and it was obvious how bad the owner of the voice was feeling at the moment.

"You should save your energy and focus on healing your injuries."

Sitting in the passenger seat with the door open, Vermouth folded her arms as she looked at Chianti and said calmly, "There's no point in being furious here."

"What did you say!" Although Vermouth's words did not contain any provocation and she simply wanted Chianti to be quiet, she still angered the other party.

Chianti, who had always been at odds with Vermouth, looked extremely gloomy when she heard what she said: "Woman, you used us all as bait before and escaped alone."

"Ah, if I hadn't taken the risk and chosen the farthest and most dangerous passenger seat, do you think you and Cohen would have been able to get in the car?"

Vermouth said playfully, "With your sniper rifle that can't even reach anyone, do you think you and Cohen have any chance of surviving?"

"You bastard!! How shameless..." Chianti wanted to curse when he heard what Vermouth said, but was interrupted by Vermouth without any hesitation.

"Idiot, get the situation straight. The fact is, I saved you."

Vermouth looked at Chianti with cold eyes and said sarcastically, "You always think that I killed Calvados, but you never consider what kind of enemy I faced at that time.

Last time, when Yuan Jiaming was rescued, Gin and Vodka were plotted against. This time, the other party's plot almost made us all die.

If you still think it's my fault, then you can just shoot yourself and stop dragging us down. The organization doesn't need a brainless guy like you!"

"you…"

Vermouth's words seemed extremely sharp and harsh, like a sharp knife cutting flesh, making Chianti's eyes blaze with anger.

Especially when the other party brought up Calvados' death and tried to distance himself from the matter, Chianti was completely enraged.

"That's enough Chianti, calm down."

Just when Chianti couldn't help but rush forward to give the disgusting face in front of him a good beating, Gin, who was still treating his injuries, coldly stopped Chianti from looking for trouble.

"Gin..."

When Chianti heard Gin's words, he looked indignant.

"We were tricked this time."

Gin calmly analyzed: "If they didn't know we would come here in advance, how could they have set up a killing plan against us?

If it weren't for Vermouth's backup plan, we would have been dead or captured alive, so it's true that her arrangement saved us."

Gin's voice was still cold. Although Akai Shuichi's sniper shot failed because he was wearing a bulletproof vest, the huge impact still caused some injuries to his internal organs.

Although his eyes were gloomy at the moment, he remained calm. The anger he had felt when he was forced into a desperate situation by the enemy had long been suppressed by absolute calmness.

"Thank you for your support, Bourbon."

He looked at the blond man sitting at the front of the car and thanked him, but his cold tone was like a knife, making him doubt whether he had done something wrong. Even the thanks made him feel cold in his heart.

"Nothing. I'm happy to see that guy's plan being ruined."

Bourbon didn't react much to Gin's thanks. He just had a sneer on his handsome face, "If I could, I'd like to kill that guy myself."

'Akai Shuichi...'

As he muttered the name, a layer of gloom appeared on the man's handsome face. The undisguised murderous intent revealed how great the hatred this man had.

"We all want to get rid of him, but it seems difficult at the moment."

After hearing what Bourbon said, Vermouth calmly recounted the unfavorable reality for the group: "The FBI has set its sights on us, and they're working with the group of guys who suddenly showed up earlier."

"Could Maori Kogoro also be related to them?"

Vodka, who was standing next to him, had bandages wrapped around his head and arms. The shot that Gin had used to shield him hit his arm, but it was not a serious injury.

At this moment, there was a hint of ferocity on his honest face, and the meaning of his words was naturally self-evident.

This was the closest he had ever been to death. If the bullet had not been a rubber bullet, he would have been dead.

If Kogoro Mori is really their companion, he will not let him go easily!

As for the injury on his shoulder, Vodka didn't care about it. After all, in his opinion, it was his elder brother who endured the injury to bring him into the car. As for whether he was being used as a shield, he didn't care.

After all, in that situation, they were at a disadvantage, and being able to save their lives was already the best outcome.

"Do you think the plans of two major organizations would allow an outsider who has no chance of escaping to participate?"

But in the face of vodka's speculation, Vermouth flatly denied it.

She looked at Vodka with a hint of mockery on her face and said, "Don't forget, they are partners of "justice". Even the bullets fired at your head are rubber bullets.

Do you think that if even the enemies adhere to the principle of "no killing", it is possible to involve ordinary people?

I'm afraid the other party is just trying to "switch the original one" and make us mistakenly believe that the bug was installed by Kogoro Mori, so as to set a trap and lure us into killing the other party to silence them.

And they couldn't possibly leave their companions in such a dangerous situation."

This time, Vermouth's excuse for Kogoro Mouri was righteous and she didn't feel guilty at all.

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