"Car number one is ready!"
"Car number two is ready!"
"Car number three is ready!"
In the underground parking lot, three cars were lined up at the exit waiting for James to give orders.
"Now that all three vehicles are ready, please turn on your communicators."
James looked at the members in the three cars and said, "If anything happens, contact me immediately."
"learn!"
The first two cars set off one by one, but James walked to the third car and said, “Carmel, have you seen Judy?
She said she was going to look for you, but now she can’t find you.”
"She came to see me ten minutes ago," Kamal said. "She seemed to have come up with a good way to protect me. After I felt relieved, she drove away in her car."
"Strange, why didn't you report such an important matter to me?" James said with a puzzled look on his face.
"I think she might be worried. After all, my car is carrying Rena Mizunashi, so it's arguably the most important vehicle."
"I understand, let's go!"
Although James was still a little confused, the first two cars had already set off. At this critical juncture, it was not a good time to continue to dwell on these trivial matters, so he directly ordered Carmel to set off.
As the three cars drove out, all of this was seen by Chianti through the sniper rifle's scope in the direction of the exit.
"Here they come! Three dark blue vans!"
Chianti counted the cars heading out of the underground parking lot and reported, "Among these three cars, our target must be one!"
"very good."
In the black Porsche, Gin ordered after hearing the report: "Chianti, you are in charge of the first car!
Cohen, your target is the second one!"
After hearing the two people's responses on the intercom, Gin looked out the window and said, "Vodka, you take charge of the third car."
"Understood!" Vodka, wearing a helmet, got on the motorcycle and looked at Gin and said, "But big brother, what are you going to do?"
"I will continue to stay near the hospital and monitor the activities of those FBI rats."
Gin sneered, "Those guys won't surrender easily. Maybe the three cars we had earlier were just pawns they threw out, bait to lure the enemy away."
Watching Vodka start his motorcycle, Gin picked up the intercom again and said, "Each of you should catch up with the target vehicle, and then check the situation inside the vehicle according to the detection method we mentioned before.
As for the final decision on which car to lock, it's my decision, understand?"
After listening to Gin's final words that left no room for argument, the three people who knew his temper did not refute him, but accepted it in silence.
"By the way, big brother."
As if remembering something, Vodka looked at Gin again before leaving: "Have you contacted that person?"
"Not yet. We haven't received any report from that guy yet."
Gin said calmly, "He is a backup strategy for accepting direct orders from that adult.
But from the beginning, I didn't intend to rely on his intelligence."
After getting the answer, Vodka started the motorcycle directly. The three of them moved back and forth among the endless stream of vehicles and quickly locked onto their respective targets.
"Gin, I've caught up with the first car." The impatient Chianti reported after he was the first to catch up with the target car.
"Report the situation." Gin said holding the intercom.
"The car should be equipped with one-way anti-peeping glass. I can't see what's inside the car," Chianti reported.
"It's as expected. Use the perspective method we mentioned before." Gin said lightly.
"learn!"
Chianti pulled out a device that looked like a small hair dryer from the long bag on his back. After turning it on, a white light with a hint of orange emerged from the muzzle of the gun.
"OK, done. I'll upload the photos now." After completing the task, Chianti slowed down his car and no longer drove side by side with the target vehicle. Instead, he slowed down and stayed far behind it.
Soon, the image scanned by the thermal imager was transmitted from the instrument to Gin's laptop.
"It has been confirmed that there are nine people in the car."
Looking at the thermal image on the electronic screen, Gin said, "It's basically consistent with the locations of the transmitters on the bomb."
"You see, there's a figure lying in the back seat of the car, and that person is the only one who doesn't have a response from the transmitter."
Chianti said anxiously, "That must be Mizunashi Rena!"
"I've finished filming here too." Just as the two were talking, Cohen's voice came from the intercom.
Ignoring Chianti's words, Gin directly refreshed the thermal camera, and soon the screen image was updated to the picture taken by Cohen.
"The car Cohen was tracking had the same number of people in it as the first one: nine."
Gin relayed the new information to his companions: "Unlike the first car, these nine people don't have transmitters."
"I've finished filming here, and the footage has been transmitted."
Vodka's words followed, and Gin updated the video again: "The third car Vodka is tracking only has two people, and both of them are wearing transmitters."
"Alright, Gin, hurry up and decide on a target!" Chianti said impatiently. "If you don't hurry up, the sniper rifle on my back might go off."
"Anyway, the third car I'm following should be ruled out."
Vodka said, "Judging from the thermal image and the transmitter, we can confirm that there are only two FBI agents in the car.
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