Mizuno Reina frowned and echoed, "They're like a pack of mad dogs, they pounce madly when they smell something.
But today's incident shouldn't be blamed on me, right?"
As she spoke, Mizunashi Rena looked at Gin, who had a gloomy face, and smiled, "After all, I have been under your watchful eye during today's daytime operations."
"Bourbon, your plan has gone awry."
Gin said coldly, "Pretending to be Akai Shuichi to test the reactions of those FBI people is a good idea.
But those beasts used this as bait, waiting for you to come, and then followed the clues to find you here."
"You mean they knew from the beginning that Akai Shuichi was not dead or was dead, so they knew I was an imposter when they saw me?"
Amuro Toru frowned upon hearing this: "Those guys can actually see so far..."
"Don't rush to review it."
Vermouth, who was standing by, looked at the frowning Amuro Toru and said, "The other party's appearance here means a lot.
Our most pressing task now is to find a way to escape. Since they've chosen to "stir up trouble," they must have some tricks up their sleeves to prepare for us.
"Hmph, no matter what they prepare, we can use the hidden ladder to catch them by surprise and kill them!"
Chianti shouted angrily: "Vodka, didn't you say there were only a few of us? There are so many of us, and we have automatic rifles, what is there to be afraid of?"
"Calm down, Chianti."
Ireland looked at Chianti, who looked violent, and felt that she had lost her composure. She couldn't help but warn him, "The enemy is clearly planning an ambush. Don't be foolish and go get yourself killed."
But to be honest, Ireland and the others were quite capable of understanding Chianti. After all, she had a hot temper, and everything that happened today seemed to be directed against her.
The provocation from Bourbon who pretended to be Shuichi Akai during the day, the enemy's attack just now, and Vermouth's ridicule just now probably made Chianti even more furious.
That's why when facing the enemy, she loses her mind and wants to rush out to kill the enemy to vent her pent-up anger.
In fact, Bourbon had just discovered this. It was not the first time that Chianti and Vermouth had been at loggerheads, but the conflict between the two was at most just verbal exchanges.
This is also the reason why Vermouth was so silent and sarcastic. Just like many quarrels in the past, Chianti, who had a hot temper, could only be furious and helpless when facing Vermouth.
But under normal circumstances, no matter how serious the commotion was, Chianti's use of guns was just a gesture and a deterrent. But today, Chianti not only pointed a gun at Vermouth, he even planned to shoot.
Fortunately, Bourbon, who had the sharp insight of a detective, saw the clue and stopped Chianti in time. Otherwise, when Gin came over, he would probably see the two beauties shooting at each other.
Based on Bourbon's understanding of Vermouth, the woman seemed to be changing her mask, but in fact she was also on guard against Chianti shooting at any time.
He even discovered a pocket pistol in the other's leather jacket pocket. Obviously, if Chianti dared to shoot, he would definitely face Vermouth's ruthless counterattack.
"Silence, everyone evacuate from the emergency exit."
Hearing the conversation between the two, Gin sensed something was amiss and glanced coldly at Chianti. He then looked at everyone and said, "We've been here for so long without any enemies. The situation is already very obvious.
I'm afraid the beasts outside are waiting to hunt us. This time the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, so this is not the time for a head-on confrontation.
I have asked the peripheral members here to organize the action. Vodka, you go and activate the bomb and destroy this stronghold. The rest of you take your guns and prepare to evacuate.
Although the emergency passage is hidden, it does not extend beyond the warehouse. Be careful of ambushes all around."
"Yes, big brother!" Vodka nodded solemnly and walked away.
"I don't care what happened to you before I arrived, but now follow my orders and prepare sufficient firepower."
After Vodka left, Gin looked at Vermouth and the others with murderous intent in his eyes: "Two people in a group, if you find that the other party has any abnormal behavior that seems to be conveying information, shoot directly.
We'll act accordingly in the next operation, and chop off their claws if we get the chance!"
In silence, Ireland, Chianti, Bourbon and Vermouth formed their own groups tacitly, while Kir followed Gin to her room.
In fact, there is a gun storage room in everyone's room, which makes it convenient for members to take guns at any time.
But since Gin asked them to work in pairs to supervise each other, it means that this discovery has already planted the seeds of doubt in Gin's heart.
Or it could be said that it was not planting seeds. After all, the situation was now out in the open, and everyone was confused, not knowing why their stronghold was exposed.
But at this moment, under the strong pressure of external crisis, everyone still chose to be patient and wait to make a decision after breaking through.
Everyone chose their favorite guns and headed towards the garage.
In fact, this underground base is much larger than the warehouse upstairs, and there is even a driveway leading to the ground for retreat.
The group did not choose the motorcycles in the garage, but instead chose a bulletproof vehicle.
While Vodka was detonating the bomb to destroy the stronghold, Gin discussed the subsequent retreat plan with everyone.
"Ireland, Chianti, I leave this plan to you."
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