Chapter 3478 3490 [Gin's Phone Call]

Having successfully advanced the tennis match to the final stage and stepped onto the podium, Councillor Cheng Zeng's spirits reached their peak. However, his high spirits soon plummeted when the champion pulled out a knife.

When I saw the short-haired woman rushing towards me, my heart, which had fallen to the bottom, rose again... and then it was pierced by a bullet, extinguishing all my thoughts.

The moment he was shot, countless questions flooded his mind: Wasn't it said that there was only one guy targeting him left? Wasn't it said that the accomplice didn't have a gun?

...These policemen actually lied about military intelligence! He will never let them off!

In his final moments, Councillor Narizo raged in anger before ending his otherwise successful life.

There was dead silence at the scene, and everyone was stunned.

But soon, as Councillor Cheng Zeng's heavy body fell to the ground with a thud, the audience and contestants understood the situation and screamed "Ah!!" in horror.

Others, based on the current situation, made their own unique interpretation: "The police... the police who rescued the hostages beat the hostages to death!"

Inspector Megure who just arrived: "..." Don't talk nonsense, we didn't even shoot! !

Those watching the excitement, those scurrying about fearing a second shot, those trying to maintain order, those deliberately causing trouble... For a moment, the scene was a chaotic mess. Inspector Megure's words about checking the sniper's position were also lost in the chaos.

…

In the distance, Gin lit a cigarette, turned around, went downstairs and got into the car.

The sniper's guess was correct. He did not give the order to shoot because he wanted to see what Uzo was going to do.

"I'm afraid that what's happening at the tennis tournament isn't just targeting that idiot Kenzo Narimori." Gin started the car and drove away from the tennis court in a low-key manner, thinking secretly:

"This tennis court isn't far from the seaside, and if I remember correctly, Vermouth's mysterious Halloween invitation was also at sea. She even used her clumsy methods to pull off a case... What happened at the tennis court must be related to the stage she was on."

Although he had a general idea of ​​what was going on, unfortunately, due to his limited perspective, he couldn't see exactly what Uzo was doing tonight.

But there is one thing that you can know without having to guess - Vermouth is probably going to be in trouble.

"Another mysterious solo operation, and a murder in front of so many people in the entertainment industry..."

Although only the code name "Vermouth" was leaked, Gin has always been strict in this regard. He feels that this complicated situation can only be summed up in one sentence: Vermouth deserves a lesson.

So when that stupid congressman appeared in the open air without any cover, Gin did not rush to give orders, but turned a blind eye and watched the situation, allowing Uzo to weave his multi-line stage.

Besides teaching Vermouth a lesson, if Uzo really intended to attack the councilman, it would undoubtedly save him a lot of trouble. After all, unlike the city, the suburbs were vast and sparsely populated, and there were almost no pedestrians outside the park. This meant that if the police and bodyguards gave chase, their retreat would be difficult.

If it were normal times, it would take a long time for a large number of police forces to arrive, which is also the advantage of killing people in the suburbs.

But today, because of the kidnapping case and the premeditated murder it led to, a large number of police officers gathered here. The advantage they should have had was gone.

Thinking of this, Gin's fingers that were tapping on the steering wheel suddenly paused, and he belatedly realized a hint of targeting from the scriptwriter.

"Heh." Gin snorted inwardly, "Does he think this level of trouble will be a reason for me to delay taking action?"

After a brief moment of annoyance, Gin decided not to bother with the boy.

After all, from a practical point of view, if Uzo really despised him, it would be a good thing - it would mean that Uzo failed to fully grasp his psychology and behavioral patterns.

"On the contrary, if you think Uzo is a worry-free person and treat him as some kind of exemplary employee..." Gin chuckled gloatingly, "then you deserve to survive explosions and murders every day."

After a brief moment of distraction and mocking another annoying guy, Gin quickly regained his attention and focused on the present.

He took out his cell phone and dialed Vermouth's number.

Amidst the waiting sounds of "beep", "beep", Gin shook off the ashes from his cigarette and thought to himself:

"The case involving the factory and Councillor Cheng Zeng should be used to distract the tiger from the mountain. That is, to buy me time and prevent me from interfering with his affairs with Vermouth."

"That guy has some sense in this matter..."

Thinking of what he had overheard from Councilman Narimatsu, Gin felt a little relieved: when Kenzo Narimatsu first appeared at this charity tennis match, he was fully armed. He walked directly into the building with a black umbrella as soon as he got out of the car, leaving no chance for a sniper.

Even for his opening speech, the congressman was very cautious and did not choose an open-air podium, but instead stood in the fully enclosed corridor between the two buildings.

But later, as the police provided information like "the kidnapper had an accomplice" and "the accomplice didn't have a gun," Councillor Cheng Zeng visibly relaxed. Not only did he walk out confidently, he even stood on the empty podium, even with someone helping to hold his head in place.

...Combining the circumstances before and after, today's murder felt like being offended and then receiving an apology.

This feeling is so damn familiar. Uzo has done this kind of thing many times before.

Just as he was reviewing the situation, with a short "beep" sound, the call to Vermouth was automatically hung up.

"...It seems she has learned the lesson she deserved."

After confirming this, Gin frowned again: Then the next question becomes, don't let Uzo go too far.

Thinking of this, Gin looked at the dial interface again.

Originally he wanted to call Vodka, but thinking about that idiot who knew nothing about anything...calling would only be a waste of time.

So his finger silently turned again and dialed Jiang Xia's number.

This time, as soon as there was a "beep", the other party picked up the phone very readily.

A familiar voice came from the receiver, in a rather cheerful mood: "Why did you think of calling me? Have you finally figured it out and are planning to give me some complicated and thrilling missions?"

"..." Gin skillfully didn't respond and only asked what he wanted to ask, "How is Vermouth?"

"I don't know. I didn't see her tonight." Jiang Xia's innocent voice came, "But I saw a play she directed. She..."

beep.

The call was hung up.

Gin: "..." Tsk, I should have guessed he would say that. What a waste of time.