Chapter 660 Who Can't Be a Director?
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Vodka, who was driving, shrank back, clearly sensing that his older brother was becoming more and more tolerant of the little guy, Bertrand.
Otherwise, why didn't he scold Bertrand when he pulled up his hair, but instead let him braid it and then undo it himself after he finished?
This time, instead of returning to safe house number 39 as usual, they went to safe house number 7.
After what happened at Safe House No. 3, Safe House No. 39 became a place that only a few of them could go to.
When they arrived at safe house number 7, Chianti, Cohen, and Berry were already there.
Bertrand glanced around at them, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Hey, where's Asti? Is he slower than the others again?"
Chianti clicked her tongue lightly, her tone casual. "I don't know, it seems so. Isn't that how that guy is?"
“I don’t like that either, that mysticism,” Cohen said, pausing between sentences.
"Is there some mission you've called us here for?"
As Berry cleaned his pistol, his expression even colder than when he first joined the organization, he looked at Bertrand.
It was rare for their team's "big brother" to call her over, so she was genuinely curious about what the mission was.
"I'm also curious about what the mission is~"
Another hoarse voice came from the doorway, and Asti, wearing a black cloak, appeared there leisurely.
Bertrand glanced at him, his tone displeased, "Aste, you're so slow."
"You're the one who suddenly called me over, and you won't even let me slow down?" Asti retorted quietly, finding a seat and sitting down.
"I called you here today because I have an important task for you. You must do your best to complete it!"
For once, Bertrand did not argue with him, but instead told him, with a hint of deeper meaning, the reason he had been called there.
"To prevent this guy from suddenly showing up again and ruining my plans, you keep an eye on him. If you spot anything suspicious, stop him immediately. Of course, if possible, it would be best to just take care of him."
Asti took the photo he handed her, seemed to pause slightly, and after a long while, replied, "I understand."
Bertrand patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Keep it up, I have high hopes for you."
Because no one saw the photo he gave Asti, the others didn't know what the person he wanted Asti to eliminate looked like, but apart from Berry, they could all guess a little.
"Is it the person who stopped Afra's operation last time?" Chianti toyed with the wine glass in his hand, raised an eyebrow, glanced at Asti, and asked Bertrand.
“It’s him. Although he’s not an FBI agent, he has close ties with them. It would be great if we could take him out, right?” Bertrand said with a grin, then sat back down on the sofa and told them his plan.
"That's true, but your role is to finish off the enemy. Don't take any action without orders. After all, they're the FBI, and our team is just a pitiful handful of people. We need to be careful."
A few pitiful people...
This sentence immediately silenced them.
It seems, it appears, indeed, there really are only a few people.
Bertrand smiled, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.
Who can't be a director?
...
Because they knew the number of Rena Mizunashi's hospital rooms, they no longer needed to spend time installing a transmitter. Instead, they had several courier companies deliver gifts to patients at Beika Hospital in batches.
Of course, there were no unusual items in the gifts; they were just simple small gifts like fruit.
Bertrand sat in the car, holding a monitor with a screen filled with countless dots.
All those points of light converged on the Beihu Hospital.
The car stopped near Beika Hospital, and through Chianti's surveillance, three other cars that could also transport Rena Mizunashi drove out.
Sitting in the passenger seat of the Porsche, Bertrand took the walkie-talkie from Gin and said to Chianti and the others, "Since they want to lure us away, then you should each follow them."
"clear."
Chianti followed the first car, Cohen followed the second, and Vodka followed the third.
Looking down at the monitor in his hand, Bertrand turned off the walkie-talkie and turned to Gin. "Gin, let's follow the car that Vodka is following. Gil is there."
"Okay." Gin responded and started the car to catch up.
At the same time, they received the thermal images sent back by Chianti and his team.
Except for the third vehicle which had only two people, the other two vehicles each had nine people, one of whom was lying on a stretcher.
Bertrand raised an eyebrow slightly. "It really is... quite obvious, their plan."
He used a walkie-talkie to call over Chianti and the others, as well as Vermouth who was chasing after Shuichi Akai's car, and told them about Kir being in the third car.
After confirming that Chianti and Cohen were far away from the two cars, the silver-haired boy's smile turned sinister.
He pressed the button on the monitor.
Immediately, the same vehicle exploded in two different locations.
As for the third car they were chasing, its movement suddenly veered off course and finally came to a stop crashing into the roadside railing. When they got out to check, Kiel got out of the car clutching his arm.
Through the ajar car door, Bertrand glanced at the unconscious Cameron in the driver's seat, then returned to the car. "Retreat."
"Aren't we going to take care of that guy?"
Although Chianti knew that Bertrand wouldn't be so lenient as to let the FBI agents go, he still asked questions as he got on his motorcycle.
"Who said that? Let's retreat first, or some irrelevant people might show up later." After saying that, Bertrand slammed the passenger door shut.
Gin gestured for Kiel to get into his car, then returned to the driver's seat. "Let's go."
As soon as they got into the car, an explosion suddenly occurred inside.
Bertrand looked on, a faint smile appearing in his eyes.
After they drove away, Cameron, who had jumped out of the car to avoid the bomb, reported to Shuichi Akai that the mission had been successful. However, before he could hang up the phone, he suddenly heard two faint beeping sounds coming from his body.
His pupils contracted.
boom--!
In an instant, only a half-destroyed phone flew out.
Upon hearing the explosion, Shuichi Akai's pupils constricted slightly.
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