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"This mission is actually a collaboration with that Grappa?!"
The woman in black who was wiping her sniper rifle shouted in shock. She had just received the new list of mission personnel and she exploded after reading it.
"This operation is so important that it would be strange if Grappa wasn't there." The man with sunglasses standing next to her said, "After all, that guy is the most useful."
"I know it, but the thought of being with that lunatic drives me crazy." The woman in black is codenamed Chianti. As a codename member of the organization, she has always been outspoken, but she is very jealous of Grappa. No one likes a lunatic who attacks his companions, and Chianti hates him even more.
“I feel like I’m pretty friendly?”
A low, hoarse voice came softly into Chianti's ears. The woman's eyes suddenly widened and her pupils shrank. Then she instinctively clenched her right fist and attacked back, but the man held her wrist tightly and kicked away the other attacking hand. Then he quickly locked her arms and pushed down. In an instant, the woman was pinned to the ground and unable to move.
"Grappa, you bastard!" Chianti saw the attacker clearly. Dressed in black and with a bandage wrapped around his face, Grappa looked as sinister and cruel as a zombie. The undisguised murderous aura on his body aroused Chianti's dissatisfaction, and he cursed directly: "Fuck, it's a big deal for me to sneak attack, right?!"
"It's enough to kill her." The man wrapped in bandages said nonchalantly.
"Grappa, fighting is not allowed here." The man in sunglasses who was standing aside and watching stepped forward and spoke. Although Calvados, who was also a member of the code name team, did not like to meddle in other people's business, everyone in the organization knew that his partner was more important than a madman like Grappa.
"Just communicating." Grappa said as he let go of Chianti, and then easily dodged the opponent's attack. Until Gin walked towards him from a distance with a frown on his face, Chianti was so angry that he looked like a balloon about to explode, and the butterfly tattoo on his left eye was full of hostility.
"The next mission requires your cooperation and control of your temper." Gin gave Grappa a cold look without paying any attention to the murderous Chianti standing beside him. It was obvious that he was well aware that this unstable person must be the one who provoked him first.
Cut, double label.
Noel sighed in his heart, but he could only put on a Grappa look and make small calculations in his mind while listening to Gin assigning tasks.
"I will conduct a deal with Fujimoto Yu at the villa. During this time, Grappa and Chianti will sneak into their headquarters to take out the relevant information of the smuggling route and report to me. Finally, Cohen,"
Having said this, Gin glanced at the quiet and taciturn man in a hat in the corner, put on a cruel smile, and said:
"Get rid of Fujimoto Yu."
"Understood." Everyone responded, and Noel snorted in his heart.
First, they lured the elite of Fujimoto Group away from the mountain to protect their leader Fujimoto Yu, then took the opportunity to sneak into the headquarters to steal intelligence, and finally killed them and swallowed up Fujimoto Group. It's worthy of being an organization, they really swallowed up the bones and flesh. How could this big garbage plan be so beautiful? It would be a shame not to sabotage it.
———
"Dad, what happened?" The boy in school uniform suddenly received a call from his father and asked puzzledly.
"Sanlang, go to my office now and open the bottom shelf of the cabinet."
The father's voice on the other end of the phone was hoarse, as if full of fatigue, which made the young Saburo a little confused, but he still followed the other party's instructions and walked towards the office. Suddenly, he heard someone on the other side exclaiming, "He's here", and then his father's voice hurriedly said:
"If there's any movement in the headquarters later, hide there immediately. Hold on to the things in the drawer tightly to protect yourself. Remember I taught you how to use it!"
The incomprehensible conversation was hastily hung up. Saburo didn't understand what his father meant for a moment, but he still followed his father's words and came to the office. He just didn't know why the door that was usually guarded was empty today, even though his father was so busy before...
The boy walked into the office alone and took out the thing his father mentioned from the drawer under his father's large desk.
It was a pistol, loaded with bullets and ready to attack at any time.
———
Fujimoto hung up the phone in a hurry and looked at the door. A killer in black came in with a box and asked in a cold tone:
"I don't know who Mr. Fujimoto is talking to so anxiously. I thought I was the only one doing business with him today."
"Just chatting with my son about family matters." Fujimoto Yu sat on the chair and looked at the killer, pretending to be calm.
Originally, today was just an important but normal transaction. The other party only sent one person to show their sincerity, and even allowed me to bring elite soldiers to protect my safety. However, thinking of the news I just received, looking at the killer in front of me, it doesn't look like he is here to discuss business...
It's okay. After all, there's only one person on the other side, and all of us here are elite warriors who have participated in the bloody fight. The other side is just a killer, just one person...
Thinking of this, Fujimoto finally calmed down, tapped the table lightly and said:
"The Fujimoto team sincerely wants to cooperate with you, but you seem to have other plans."
"I see." Gin's ears moved slightly, and he could hear faint breathing behind the Japanese wind barrier. He immediately understood and sneered, "I want to know where you got the news from?"
"Compared to this, I am impressed by your ruthless methods. Even in our industry, there are few..." Fujimoto Yu was about to continue speaking, but he found that the blond killer raised his hand. He immediately became alert and was about to signal to attack...
“Boom——”
A bullet pierced the man's brain, leaving a dark hole.
At this moment, Gin quickly pulled out his gun, shot the lock of the window and rolled over. His subordinates who had just reacted quickly started shooting, but were blocked by the man in black who suddenly appeared.
"Deal with them." After Gin gave the order to the man in black, he returned to the scene again, took the mobile phone from the dead Fujimoto Yu and began to look through the messages.
"Ikaros?" Gin looked at the message on his phone and said in an icy tone, "It turned out to be you."
Obviously, five minutes before he arrived, this Ikaros had informed this Fujimoto Yu of this operation. Given the character of this suspicious leader, even if he didn't believe it, he would have quickly arranged for the people in the headquarters to keep a close eye on the data. Then Grappa and others who went to steal the data would have simply walked into a trap.
Thinking of this, Gin took out the connector and quickly connected to the other end:
"drop--"
Can't get in touch, signal blocked area, seems Grappa has entered? Gin felt very upset when he thought of this, and immediately contacted another member and asked:
"Chianti, report the situation!"
"Gin, MD, these guys know we're coming! We've been intercepted!" There were chaotic gunshots and screams coming from the other end of the line. Gin frowned and asked:
"What's up Grappa?"
"That bastard went in alone and we couldn't get in touch with him!"
"Fuck, they have backup!"
"It's the police, I——"
The conversation with Chianti came to an abrupt end, but the amount of information revealed in it was enough to make Gin feel uneasy. Why did the police appear here?
Could it be Ikaros too? When did the malicious intelligence leak out? The core intelligence of the organization cannot be easily stolen by hackers.
Could it be that there is a traitor in this operation?
This thought instantly made Gin's already bad mood even worse, but there was something more important right now...
Grappa must be contacted and brought back.
———
When Noel made this plan, he was not naive enough to think that he would not be hurt. He had already notified these terrorists in advance, and they used the simplest means to guard the data. In short, all of them were blocking him here.
And the timing was very coincidental. When I got the information and had not yet retreated, all the other side received the order and rushed over to meet me face to face.
This coincidence cannot be said to be out of calculation. After all, the more difficult the situation, the more information it brings out can prove Grappa's loyalty, which is more beneficial to himself, although the cost is a bit high.
Feeling another gunshot wound to his shoulder, Noel quickly distanced himself.
After all, even if he was very strong in single combat, without the illegal power of superpowers, he would have no possibility of retreating safely when facing nearly a hundred people alone, not to mention that he had run out of bullets.
Feeling the strength in his body gradually slipping away, Noel leaped forward and finally left the enemy's encirclement temporarily and began to increase the distance. Although the enemy's numbers could catch up at any time, Noel, who finally got a chance to catch his breath, could not hold on any longer and sat down in the corner. He casually threw away the gun without bullets, and then took out a dagger from his blood-stained sleeve.
Although a dagger has no advantage over a gun even in close combat, just take it as psychological comfort, after all, this is a two-dimensional world.
Noel, who was a little out of breath, could still sigh like this.
Although he could have prepared more bullets in advance, it would have been difficult to explain to the organization why such a strong firepower was needed for an infiltration operation that should have been carried out lightly. Therefore, for all these reasons, Noel was now covered in blood, half-dead, and lying in a corner, looking like he could die at any time.
Feeling the itchiness from the wounds on his body, Noel realized that his damn repair ability was taking effect. The speed of repairing this non-fatal injury was not very fast, as if it did not stimulate the most core defense for explosive repair... However, six bullets were not considered near-fatal injuries. Should I say that this ability to avoid vital points is worthy of me?
Of course, it is also possible that the effect of the soul fragment has begun to weaken. If this is the case, I don’t know whether I should be overjoyed or slightly sad.
However, if I were really caught by Fujimoto's group, I would be tortured and interrogated more likely than being killed directly. This way, even if I was caught, it wouldn't be a big deal, not to mention...
Suddenly, there were more chaotic noises coming from the other side. Noel realized that the police must have arrived. Japanese civil servants were really inefficient. Noel took out his cell phone from his pocket and sent a message that he had edited in advance. It was roughly the location of the code-named members who came with him. Then he leaned against the wall and sighed.
No need to thank my colleagues, I have taken care of your food for the rest of your life.
However, even though he thought so, he had no intention of following them in. There was no way he would fall into the hands of the police. That would be too embarrassing.
Feeling the extent of his body's recovery, Noel regained some strength, slowly stood up, and headed to Fujimoto's office.
He was not unprepared. He had infiltrated the Fujimoto Group a few days ago to conduct a general investigation. He unexpectedly discovered that there was a life-saving air-raid shelter in the other party's office. This was a great bargain for him. He could stay inside until the police left and then wait for Gin to pick him up. He could even take a nap and rest in the middle. It was perfect.
Noel, who had a beautiful imagination, walked forward slowly with difficulty, holding on to the wall, but found that the wound on his wrist had accidentally left a mark on the wall. He had no choice but to take off a bandage from his body and barely wrapped it twice before he stumbled closer and walked into the office.
I remember that I should press the gemstone mechanism in the painting. Noel dragged his heavy body over and pressed the mechanism. A square grid in the wall was opened, revealing a dark hole. Noel used his last bit of strength to fall directly into it. The mechanism outside the door closed automatically without leaving any trace.
It’s dark and narrow, which is nice.
The familiar environment finally made Noel relax and his mind gradually cleared.
"Who are you?"
A childish voice suddenly came from the darkness, startling Noel. He was forced to open his eyes and vaguely saw the scene in front of him.
A boy with tears on his face was trembling as he pointed a gun at himself, his eyes full of panic and fear.
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