111 Chapter 111

Waiting

Chapter 111 [Waiting]

The blue cat's eyes instantly became sharp, and the Scottish characteristics were fully revealed at this moment.

Ireland called from the rooftop door, "Scotland, let's go."

He noticed that Scotland's expression was not right and wanted to ask if he had discovered something, but in the blink of an eye, he saw that the man was his usual self, walking towards him silently.

It was as if the surging anger just now was just his illusion.

If Scotland wasn't currently harboring murderous intent beneath its tranquility, Ireland might still think so.

As for now, he just wanted to leave this place quickly to avoid becoming the next target of the wrath of this terrible sniper.

Although the organization has a rule that code name members are not allowed to fight among themselves, the existence of this rule itself can explain many problems.

Ireland walked ahead of Scotland as they went downstairs. He actually wanted to walk behind Scotland, or even side by side. It would be better than feeling the murderous intent of the other party, which was like a thorn in his back and made his sixth sense frantically sound the alarm.

This murderous intent is not directed at teammates. If this murderous intent could become reality, the innocent Ireland affected would probably have become a sieve.

A few drops of sweat fell on his forehead. He didn't dare to look back. He could only reluctantly say something like "Now that the criminal has left, he can no longer attack Hanamisake" to try to divert Scotland's attention.

Therefore, he did not see that Scotland took out his mobile phone and sent a message to someone unknown during the mission.

The meeting room at the residence of the Agatsuma family, which serves as the rear strategic command center, gathered many people, including detectives, police officers, lawyers, architects, and even guys who were criminals before being "favored" by fate. They all engaged in a heated discussion on the intelligence sent by Zhu Fujingguang.

"The only people who know about our actions and have received formal rappelling training are probably the Japanese Public Security Bureau, the FBI, and the CIA."

"The Japanese public security should be ruled out. They're eager to get rid of the organization."

"I don't think the police can be trusted. You know, the goal of our operation this time isn't to arrest Crow, but to rescue their own people. So, how exactly was this police officer exposed? Hasn't our previous discussion made that clear to you?"

"Aren't we then collaborating with three untrustworthy official organizations? What's the point of this cooperation?"

"No, the FBI is trustworthy."

"ha?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"You don't trust your own police but trust people from other countries to pick peaches?"

During the discussion, a remark by Takahata Kyoko caused a huge uproar.

Because Hiroki Sawada returned to Japan, she and most of the staff in the United States also returned to Japan, leaving only one person to stay with Ms. Sawada and pay attention to her life and condition.

"Perhaps you don't understand that the FBI should be trusted in this incident. If they wanted to turn against us, they wouldn't be so active now."

She then continued, "On the contrary, the CIA's cooperation has been extremely reluctant from the very beginning. Don't forget, we still have two of their members in our hands. Are you sure they're not just pretending to cooperate with us in order to rescue the 'hostages'?"

"If that's the case..."

Everyone's eyes suddenly turned towards the room where the CIA members were being held. Of course, the ancestral home, which was not in the same district as the activity room, could not see the state of the place.

"Notify the monitoring room and transfer the surveillance of the activity room." My wife, the head of the family, picked up the phone, pressed only one number, and made a quick call using the indoor landline.

The people in the discussion devoted some of their attention to observing and monitoring, while the rest continued to discuss action plans.

"There's less than an hour left until the target leaves the Prime Minister's residence..."

"According to the current weather, it should be dark by then."

"If you want to carry out an assassination in this situation, you either need to make the area around the target bright enough, or..."

"Take action while it's dark."

My wife, Sayuri, sat by the fountain, watching the sky fade from azure to yellow. Her laptop rested on her knees, her hands tapping away at the keyboard, like a worker who'd been in the office too long and decided to move to a new location.

In fact, her phone kept vibrating, and she herself was occasionally using headphones to carry out conversations.

But her expression was calm, her movements were orderly, and she didn't look like she was collapsing from excessive work.

In the eyes of outsiders, Agatsuma Sayuri is a workplace elite who can do three things at the same time.

With a stable mentality like hers, she will succeed in whatever she does.

Perhaps they also hope that their colleagues can be as emotionally stable as Agatsuma Sayuri.

Little did she know that once the girl knew the attacker was no longer in the sniper position, she knew that if he still wanted to kill her, he would at least come to the park. So, if she stayed near the fountain, where there was little cover, she would have a chance of seeing him firsthand.

She was treated the same as the target of this organization, which was worthy of the attackers taking the risk to assassinate her.

As the last ray of sunlight faded into the horizon, the air grew cooler. My wife, Sayuri, brushed the raised hairs on her arms and silently closed her computer.

The light from the electronic screen disappeared, and the area around the fountain became darker.

She pressed the headset and asked, "Hasn't it come yet?"

What he got was Gin's counter-question: "Shouldn't this be the information given to us by the intelligence team?"

If you could see my wife Sayuri's expression now, she would definitely be speechless.

"If you want to hold me accountable, please wait until the mission is over. Where is the target now?"

"Still at the Prime Minister's residence. Your information is of no use to this mission."

Too lazy to argue with Gin, the Operations Team boss had been displeased with her connections for a long time. Agatsuma Sayuri was concerned about why the target was still in the Prime Minister's residence.

Even if there is a special political event today and the target has to work overtime, the substitute can leave as planned.

Not only did the public security department not give her any information, but my wife Sayuri felt that the public security department's own people were also kept in the dark.

The place where she was was one of the action locations. Since she arrived here, she saw several familiar faces of police officers hanging around nearby. Those people were still feeding mosquitoes in the woods.

If the action plan is changed, even if it is impossible to inform her in time, you should at least inform yourself.

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"Ada, what's the matter?" Akemi Miyano received a call from her boyfriend. Logically, this would not be strange between lovers if her boyfriend had not told her in advance that he had a mission today.

She was just a peripheral member and didn't know what was going on. But if there was anything she could do to help, she would not hesitate to contribute her strength.

But the background noise on the phone was loud, and the voice of the person on the other end was unclear. He only said, "I'll be back late today..."

Miyano Akemi tried her best to keep her voice calm, and even put a smile on her face to make her words seem warmer.

"Then...can I heat up dinner for you?"

"Um."

After the call was hung up, Miyano Akemi's face instantly turned cold.

[Is it me or him who was eavesdropped on?]

As she thought about it, she drew the curtains on the windows facing outwards.

Even so, the states of the room with the lights on and off are different. She just wanted to prevent people from outside from seeing the specific actions of the people inside.

She first made the noise of cooking, then other sounds of life, and finally turned on the TV, as if she was planning to kill time with the drama until her boyfriend came home.

In fact, the door of the room with the name Miyano opened and closed again, and the woman had already changed into a neutral outfit and left with a big bag on her back.

She didn't even leave through the main entrance of the building, but instead climbed out of the window in the corridor between the first and second floors and jumped out.

She walked along the small paths, green belts and the shadows between various buildings, and after reaching the busy commercial street, she changed her clothes in several stores, left through the employee passage, or entered one store and left through another. She used all kinds of anti-reconnaissance methods before finding a relatively safe place and calling my wife Sayuri.

At this time, except for Lei, who remained in a position where he could attack the Prime Minister's residence, the rest of the organization's snipers had moved to the vicinity of Hibiya Park.

But Chianti had already been raging on the channel for quite some time, complaining about the unreliability of the two intelligence team members. The others were no longer as tense as they had been initially. Clearly, even the veteran codenamed members had already deemed this mission hopeless and would likely have to reschedule.

It's just a wonder why Gin hasn't ordered a retreat. Although the sniper positions they found are usually deserted, there are so many positions that it's inevitable that they'll encounter one or two special situations.

The longer the time, the greater the likelihood of exposure.

This is quite inconsistent with Gin and the organization's usual course of action.

"Hey, Gin, it's impossible to snipe in this kind of sight. What are you waiting for?"

Gin put out the cigarette in his mouth. The ashtray in Vodka's hand was already filled with a considerable number of cigarette butts.

Agatsuma Sayuri received a call from Miyano Akemi near the location of Scotland.

She picked up the phone, but didn't say anything immediately: "..."

There was a knocking sound from the other end of the phone, short, short, long, long, short, short.

She immediately replied in Morse code. The sound produced by tapping lightly on the phone could not be heard by people more than five meters away, but it could be heard clearly by the person on the other end of the radio wave.

The two exchanged information via their cell phones, and their ideas were agreed upon by each other. Miyano Akemi did not stop and headed towards the laboratory where Miyano Shiho was.

This is the address that my wife's family and the undercover agents in the organization jointly obtained. I had been suppressing my impulse and had not gone there before, just because I was worried that the organization would hunt me down afterwards.

At this point, most of the organization's codenamed personnel and some peripheral members in Tokyo were busy sniping a target, leaving the laboratory's security at its weakest. Miyano Akemi, targeted by an unknown individual, no longer cared about anything else.

If they didn't rescue Miyano Shiho while they finally got rid of the pursuers, the next time they would meet would probably be a long time coming.

The moon rose higher and higher, the lights in the Prime Minister's residence remained on, and the target showed no signs of leaving.

Bourbon contacted the public security higher-ups several times but still did not get permission to retreat.

Even if the park is open 24 hours a day, it would be strange for Agatsuma Hanamisake Sayuri to sit by the fountain all the time.

Her computer battery was exhausted, and her cell phone was powered entirely by a power bank, but even so, it was on the verge of running out of power.

The clock struck ten, and Gin took out his phone again, took a look, and then said, "Retreat. The target won't come."