After the bullet penetrated the front windshield of the car, Chianti realized that she and Scotland might have been ambushed by the FBI. She squatted down cursing, feeling sorry for her beloved car, raised her beloved gun on her shoulder, and tried to analyze the enemy's position based on the trajectory.
Zhu Fujingguang raised his eyebrows and did not listen to Chianti's words, because he knew very well that the person who fired the two bullets should be a public security police sent by the police department, and he would definitely not be -
whoosh!
The bullet almost grazed his side and flew into the iron door with a crisp sound. If he hadn't been in the habit of wearing a bulletproof vest when on missions, this bullet would have been enough to open a big hole in his waist.
“???”
Zhu Fujingguang was filled with questions. Could it be that the enemy on the other side wasn't a friendly force, but rather the Ni Cang Hui, a group with conflicting interests? But when did the Ni Cang Hui have snipers? Weren't they just ordinary underworld organizations?
"Are you looking for death, little brat? Didn't I tell you to get down?" Chianti stretched out her hand and pulled Scotland, who was standing there in a daze, to the ground. She did not choose to take a risky approach to find the enemy's position, because there was also the FBI investigator codenamed Rye Whiskey in the factory.
Zhu Fujingguang glanced at Chianti in confusion. She was three years younger than him, yet she was always so rude. But now wasn't the time to consider personal gain. He had to confirm who the person on the other side was... Wait, could it be that the FBI wasn't the police coming to rescue him?
If this is the case, it can explain why the other party beat me as well. You have to know that the FBI doesn't know that I am a public security police officer. In their eyes, I am a code member of the organization.
"Damn it, this headset broke at the critical moment!" Chianti stretched out his hand and directly pulled off the headset worn on Scotland's right ear, put it into his own ear, and said in a very bad tone: "Hey, Gin! Scotland and I are now surrounded by the bastard FBI. Who planned this rubbish plan? I'm really going crazy!
”
He still has the same bad temper as always, Zhu Fu Jingguang whispered in his heart.
"Chianti, Scotland, you can retreat now."
The voice on the other end wasn't Gin's, but a mechanical one whose age and gender couldn't be discerned. Chianti's expression changed slightly when she heard the mechanical voice. Although she couldn't determine the other party's identity, she at least knew their code name.
Rum, the second-in-command of the organization, is a senior figure far above Gin.
It is rumored that he has multiple identities. No one knows his true appearance except that gentleman and his confidant Curacao. He is a true mystic.
Chianti realized that her attitude towards the second-in-command of the organization was not very good. She just tried to soften her tone as much as possible, which was a "gentle" treatment that even Gin could not enjoy:
"Mr. Rum, why are you asking us to retreat? Are you just going to let Akai Shuichi go?"
"This is an order. Do you want to disobey me?"
It was clearly an electronic mechanical voice, without any emotional fluctuations, but Chianti felt a chill because of these words, as if a pair of invisible eyes were spying on his back in the dark, and all his weaknesses were exposed in that sight.
She only felt her throat was a little dry, and after swallowing hard, she reluctantly said in a hoarse voice:
"...I dare not. Scotland and I will retreat immediately. Please assist us, Mr. Rum."
"They won't chase us. The purpose of doing this is nothing more than to make us retreat. Go in peace."
"yes."
After hearing the electronic prompt tone of exiting the channel in the headset, Chianti felt relieved. She glared fiercely at the half-open door of the abandoned factory, spat out her chewing gum on the ground and stomped her feet twice as if to vent her anger, then took out two smoke bombs from her pocket and threw them next to the car in order to block the sniper's field of vision on the other side.
When the smoke rose, she unhappily opened the driver's door, fastened her seat belt, and said coldly:
"Scotland, stop dawdling. If you don't get in the car, I'll leave you here to feed the dogs!"
According to her, the FBI is a dog?
Zhu Fujingguang picked up the two grassroots members of the organization who had been reduced to corpses on the ground and roughly stuffed them into the trunk of the car. Then he took a handkerchief from his pocket, bent down and carefully picked out the chewing gum stuck to the ground. After doing these two things, he smiled and climbed into the passenger seat, smiling at the sullen Chianti.
"Ms. Chianti, please don't spit out gum randomly in the future. It will give you a handle."
"Tsk, you're so long-winded. I'll compensate you with a handkerchief next time." Chianti glanced at Scotland's hoodie, which had a large hole at the waist from a bullet, and added coldly, "Put on one more piece of clothing."
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A few minutes ago, on the rooftop of an apartment building across from the abandoned factory.
When the third bullet flew towards the public security police officer codenamed Scotch Whisky, White secretly swore in his heart: Mr. Clare must not be allowed to complete this kind of sniper cover in the future, because the cover may not be in place and the target person with a chance of survival may be killed instead.
Fujiwara Yuu had hoped the third bullet would hit the tire, but the trajectory was a bit off, and he almost overacted and gave his classmate a gash in the waist. He threw the sniper rifle to White and frowned.
"White, there's something wrong with this gun. Change it to a better sniper rifle next time."
"...Okay, Mr. Krel."
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