Of course, it would be strange if there were no such arrangement.
After all, they were planning to blow up the entire "Suzuki". If they did such a crazy thing without planning a covert retreat route in advance, Gin would probably have been captured long ago.
A person who is only arrogant but without brains will not live long. Gin has both, which is why he is so difficult to deal with.
As the two men quietly evacuated, the voices of Metropolitan Police Department personnel asking them to "lay down their weapons and surrender" were heard from the platform.
The commander-in-chief of the team had a serious look on his face at the moment and did not dare to be careless at all.
When the police first received the report, they naturally thought it was a prank.
But because the location the other party described was very accurate and the incident involved was so serious, they still sent personnel to investigate.
But when they discovered the bomb in Nagoya, the situation immediately became serious.
They immediately dispatched troops and began to evacuate the station staff according to the information and suggestions of the mysterious informant.
Everything went smoothly during the period, but not long after, news came that a gunfight broke out on the "Suzuki" and the last carriage exploded.
This immediately brought a hint of gloom and solemnity to everyone's hearts. At the same time, everyone no longer had any hope of luck and was completely prepared for battle.
After the shouting on the platform ended, the gunmen launched a desperate counterattack. The anti-terrorist forces immediately threw a large amount of tear gas with explosion-proof shields and began to pour rubber bullets at the crowd without hesitation.
There is no other way. There are simply too many criminal organizations. It would have too great of an impact to wipe them all out on the spot, so we should try to capture them alive.
Of course, at this current distance, the power of the rubber bullet can also kill some unlucky people.
After two waves of fire, the tear gas gradually dissipated. The commander looked at the scene inside the station and gave another order through the loudspeaker in his hand without any reservation:
"Prepare to charge, everyone, replace with live ammunition!"
"Anyone found resisting inside is allowed to shoot and kill immediately!"
Murderous orders were given and the team members responded one after another. The deafening murderous aura frightened the few lucky ones left in the station. Before the soldiers got close, they dropped their weapons, lay on the ground with their heads in their hands, and shouted "surrender."
They were already abandoned children, and all their previous resistance was just to escape.
But what they didn't expect was that since they were so well prepared, gunmen like them could bully ordinary people or even the Yakuza.
But when they encountered an elite force trained according to anti-terrorism standards, there was no chance of fighting back.
The firepower in their hands was not enough to break through the defense line set up by the enemy. In addition, the brains on their side fled without fighting, and their already weak team battle awareness instantly became multiple.
How could a group of guerrillas possibly defeat a well-trained and orderly army?
So after being severely beaten by the rubber egg and hearing the harsh words from the police commander, the group of gunmen completely gave up resistance, faced the reality and chose to surrender.
Not only that, there were a few people who were not injured. They were smart and bold. After being arrested, they actively cooperated and directly gave up the gin and vodka in the hope of reducing their crimes.
They were originally Gin's subordinates, and they knew what terrible consequences would result from offending someone like Gin.
But having committed such a serious crime, I'm afraid there's no chance of getting out for the rest of my life.
If that's the case, what is there to be afraid of? Even a clay man would still have some temper. They have been abandoned by the other side like pawns, so aren't they allowed to bite back?
When the commander learned that the leader of the terrorist attack had escaped, he immediately mobilized personnel to pursue him, but unfortunately, he was always one step behind.
While they were searching around, Gin and Vodka had already escaped to a secluded path.
However, the situation of the two was not much better.
Although they escaped the Metropolitan Police Department's roundup, their whereabouts were exposed and they were targeted by the FBI.
The speeding vehicles sandwiched Gin's car from the front and back. If he hadn't violently crashed into the car in front that was about to complete the blockade, he would have been stuck on the road.
“Bang, bang, bang!!”
Several gunshots rang out in succession, shattering the glass of Gin's beloved car. The broken glass shards splashed all over Vodka, who covered his head repeatedly.
However, at the moment of counterattack, he also saw clearly the enemy who attacked them.
Although their faces couldn't be seen clearly because they were wearing hats and masks, it was still possible to tell they were foreigners from the exposed skin and hair color.
"Brother, these are foreigners!" Vodka turned around, pulled out his gun, and fired back while shouting, "They're not the cops from Japan!"
"So it was waiting for us here."
Gin wiped the blood from the scratch on his face and smiled grimly: "The only foreigners in the Neon Organization are from the FBI!!
After killing their ace, these guys finally stopped caring about superficial morality and started killing people without capturing them alive!
Humph, you're still hiding your face, thinking you can just cover up your crime."
"Brother, what should we do now?"
Unable to raise his head due to the barrage of bullets, Vodka fired at the two cars behind him without even looking back.
"What else can we do? We'll fight back, of course!"
Gin observed the situation through the rearview mirror, driving with one hand and firing continuously with the other, "There's a weapon under the rear driver's seat, Vodka, go to the back!"
"clear!"
When Vodka heard this, a ruthless look appeared on his honest face. He immediately laid down the passenger seat, then moved to the rear driver's seat and took out a submachine gun from underneath.
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