"Fujiwara Daizu!"
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Busujima Kiriko exploded:
"You actually let an outsider sit in on the matter between the Ni Shen Conference and the Shangxin Group?!"
It’s not Busujima Kiriko’s fault that she’s angry. It’s just that what Vermouth did was not very fair.
It's like two gangs secretly doing business at the port. After going through numerous hardships and dangers, they finally avoided surveillance and the police. They met in the dark and windy night. The vehicles of both sides were lined up in a row, and the xenon headlights were all turned on. They made it look very formal. One hand paid the other the other handed over the goods. It seemed that they could end it smoothly and go home to hug their wives...
Suddenly, the boss of the other party you are trading with pats the shoulders of the five people around him and says, "Let me introduce you, this brother is from another gang next door, come over to see the scene."
What about privacy?
What about the style?
Involving an unrelated outsider in a serious transaction?
There is no such rule in the world!
For a moment, Busujima Kiriko felt that Vermouth was playing with her like a fool, and even if she was not a fool, she was not a human being.
Actually...
That's true.
Vermouth looked down on the people who came to the meeting.
I didn't treat this conversation as a transaction.
In her mind, the Mud Ginseng Society was a pawn destined to be abandoned, a scapegoat responsible for attracting the attention of the police.
Kiriko Busujima thought she was the bandit Zhang Mazi who was about to enter the city, but in the eyes of Mr. Huang, she was just the former county magistrate.
Bang!
The small doors on both sides burst open, and the younger brothers of the Ni Canhui who were lying in ambush inside heard the angry shout of the big sister, and immediately rushed out, surrounded the sofa, and raised their silenced pistols.
"Wow..."
Seeing this, Sakaki Makoto raised his eyebrows:
"No wonder the guys outside don't have guns in their hands. They're all feeling the same... Are we playing the Hongmen Feast?"
"So what?"
Busujima Kiriko said grimly:
"The people you brought are all outside. This room is soundproofed. Even if I beat you to death, they won't know!"
"Did you see that?"
Sakaki turned to his girlfriend and said:
"This is a low-level gangster. They only know how to fight and kill. They are not presentable."
“Yes.”
Miss Miyano nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said:
“But they have guns.”
"What's there to be afraid of when you have a gun!"
Reaching into his arms, Sakaki calmly took out two balls and slapped them on the table, saying with a smile:
"I have a grenade here!"
The faces of the originally aggressive younger brothers of the Mud Club suddenly changed, and they all took a step back.
Why bring grenades during negotiations?
This is well prepared!
As soon as more than 30 men rushed out, the office was packed with people, with one person standing on each tile. If Makoto Sakaki detonated the grenade...
Vermouth looked at Sakaki Makoto with interest, took out a cigarette box, and smiled:
"How come you are like vodka..."
"Vodka may be a little dumb, but he's got a lot of experience with explosions."
Sakaki threw a grenade at her:
"Carrying a bomb with you can sometimes be very effective."
Busujima Kiriko quietly loosened her grip on the gun handle. She found that the situation had changed...starting from the moment Sakaki Makoto took out the two grenades.
Even if it's a deal between gangs, there's no reason to bring bombs!
"you..."
Busujima Kiriko took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and said carefully:
"What on earth do you want to do?"
"Hand over the prisoner."
Facing dozens of guns, Vermouth remained calm and said while playing with grenades:
"You can't protect him."
"wishful thinking!"
Busujima Kiriko gritted her teeth and refused to give in.
She had risen to the position under the pretext of revenge for the previous president. Now that her oath had not been fulfilled, if she had handed over her brothers, how would she gain a foothold in the Nican Association in the future?
Will anyone still believe her?
So she couldn't hand over her companions no matter what.
Shaking her head slowly, Vermouth looked at her watch, picked up the wine glass on the table and raised it in the air.
Just when Busujima Kiriko didn't know what she was going to do...
Snap!
The glass behind him suddenly shattered, and a bullet flew over and went straight through the wine glass in Vermouth's hand.
Sniper!
Busujima Kiriko shuddered slightly, a chill ran down her spine, and cold sweat instantly broke out.
She realized that the other party was extremely well prepared. Not only did they bring a large number of followers, they also secretly arranged snipers...
If Vermouth wanted to kill her, she would have no chance to resist.
If it were anyone else, Vermouth would have silenced the witness long ago, but she couldn't show any ferocious look in front of her godson. What if she scared the child?
Besides...
The organization needs Busujima Kiriko to take the blame. If they kill her, who will take the blame?
Therefore, Sakaki Makoto and Vermouth have behaved very restrainedly, and have been friendly so far, without pulling out their guns.
Otherwise, considering their courage to break into the FBI headquarters, they would have overturned the table and started fighting long ago.
What makes Sakaki Makoto curious is...
Who is the sniper sent by the organization?
Chianti, Cohen?
Calvados?
Or maybe gin?
Anyway, he didn't hear any gunshots, probably because there was a silencer installed. But even so, being able to shatter a wine glass through the glass with one shot showed that his marksmanship was truly superb.
"You have 10 seconds to answer."
With her red lips curled up slightly, Vermouth blew a wisp of white smoke towards Conan. Seeing Conan coughing from choking, she smiled happily, but her tone was still extremely cold:
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