Chapter 1662-1670 [It should be Ireland’s fault]

Vodka looked down at the phone screen.

The next moment, a hellish fire scene came into view - this is a photo taken in the terminal. Looking out from the French window, the outside is full of vehicle debris and even the wreckage of an airplane, with flames burning fiercely.

Vodka: “???”

Plane wreckage = plane crash = no one survived, so...

Uzo is dead? ! !

As this thought flashed through his mind, Vodka stood there, holding his cell phone.

Originally, after seeing the news that "'unlucky passers-by' were hit one after another" in the past few days and that "someone fainted on the street outside a theater in London" last night, he thought that he could no longer rely on the Irish guy.

Who would have thought that now, the turning point would come so suddenly.

Just like a coach who has already despaired, he suddenly sees his team, which is trailing by a large margin, score ten goals in a row and make a thrilling comeback. Vodka has a dreamlike experience.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses from this dreamlike scene. He excitedly punched the air several times - if it wasn't so late at night and shouting would easily attract other people's attention, he would have wanted to cheer to the sky and share his joy with the whole world.

At this moment, Gin's voice suddenly sounded from behind: "What's the matter? You look so happy."

"!" Vodka was startled and recovered quickly, "Big, big brother! Have you finished your business?"

Gin glanced at Vodka's phone screen. He originally thought that some idol had announced that he was going to change his career and become an adult, but when he looked closely, the photo on the phone turned out to be a scene like a disaster movie.

Gin paused and immediately realized that the reason why Vodka was happy might be different from what he imagined.

He took Vodka's phone and looked down at it.

Vodka thought of his excitement just now and broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly adjusted his attitude: "God is jealous of talents, and fortune and disaster are unpredictable. Why did this happen? Wuzo is still so young, but God is so cruel to him. With the loss of a capable general who is still growing, our assassination efficiency will decline again in the future."

Gin paused as he stroked the news with his finger and sneered sinisterly: "You'd better take a class to improve your acting skills, otherwise don't put on such a poor performance in front of me." It was really an eye-opener.

"..." Vodka hesitated and put away his expression, lowering his head to listen to the lecture.

Gin looked at it for a while, then threw the phone back to him: "Go check the latest news. I remember we have people near the airport too. Ask them to go over and stand by."

Vodka was stunned.

This kind of event that happened in a public place would surely become explosive news soon. But now, the cadres involved have been blown to pieces, and Wuzo never leaves any evidence, so there is no need to deal with the aftermath... In short, according to normal logic, the members of the organization should stay as far away as possible to avoid being involved and exposed. Why do they let people pass?

Vodka was puzzled as he tried to figure out his superior's intention: "Let them go... to avenge Uzo?"

"Revenge?" Gin glanced at him, "Oh, I'm afraid you will be disappointed, he is still alive."

"!?"

Vodka felt like he was hit on the head by a heavy hammer: How could this be possible when the plane was blown up like that!

He paused for a moment and looked down at his phone.

The news was still quietly lying on the screen at this time - Vodka had just seen the wreckage of the plane in the photo, and because the thought of "I hope Uzo doesn't come back" was too strong, and he knew the news that "Uzo was on the plane".

Combining the two, when Vodka saw the extremely shocking photo, especially the plane wreckage in the photo, his brain subconsciously generated the best result for him.

But now...

After carefully capturing the key words in the news, Vodka discovered that the burning plane was an empty plane that had stopped at the airport for refueling, not the one that Uzo was on.

As for Uzo's plane, although it was dangerous, it is still flying safely in the sky.

Vodka: "..." He's still alive? This guy is too tough! !

He was eager to know the current status of the plane, and refreshed the news frantically, until the refresh button almost produced sparks.

Gin's eerie voice floated from the side: "Cursing Uzo seems to be more important than your job. He holds such a high position in your heart. If he survives this time, I should convey your concern for him for you."

Vodka: "..."Brother, don't do it! Brother, I was wrong! !

Thinking about that possibility, Vodka's soul almost flew away.

He came to his senses at this moment. He remembered that he had left his elder brother aside in order to read the news, and cold sweat broke out again.

Vodka: "..." Fortunately, Big Brother is also familiar with Wuzo's tricks to sow discord, so he won't be fooled... But then again, he didn't even forget to trick him remotely? Damn Wuzo!

Although Vodka was extremely anxious about the plane's situation, he didn't dare to indulge in the news anymore.

He immediately wanted to get in the car and be Gin's driver, but found that Gin was sitting in the driver's seat - this was so that Vodka could sit in the passenger seat and have his hands free to check the news.

"Bombing an airport is no small matter, even for the organization. What on earth is that Uzo doing? Is Ireland so fun?"

Vodka bent down and got into the car, muttering in his heart: "Although my brother and I also tried to blow up the Shinkansen, we did it for the mission. This guy Uzo did this just for his own fun... I hope the boss will not let him go this time, punish him! Punish him severely! For example, banish Uzo to the South Pole or the North Pole, and make sure he can never return to Tokyo for the rest of his life."

Vodka prayed while opening his laptop and typing away.

Thanks to Brother Gin for his thoughtfulness, it was really necessary to let him sit in the passenger seat so that he could free his hands to look up information. Otherwise, he was really worried that he would be absent-minded and drive the car into the ditch.

Vodka opened several pages and refreshed the news frantically. At the same time, he used the small software he had made before to capture relevant information from the entire Internet: he captured the complaints from the private blogs of airport passengers and hacked into the airport's surveillance. It would be best if he could listen to the recording from the cockpit of the plane... Well, the last one would take some time, so he would just put it on the schedule and deal with it later.

A huge amount of information flashed across the screen. Although Vodka's brain was not very smart when it came to actions, it was very flexible online and he quickly pieced together the complete message.

Next to him, Gin listened to the crackling sound of the keyboard and thought about how to report this sudden accident to his boss.

At this moment, he remembered the email he had received before - the one sent to the Irish group, the content of which seemed to be "I will be invited by Uzo to attend the appointment on this flight, and irrelevant people should stay away."

(End of this chapter)