Chapter 409

"Dad is really too much, saying such things to those five people." Shirou Emiya tilted his head and choked his phone to complain to Ritsuka Fujimaru, "Come to think of it, didn't you say that you wanted to live a stable daily life and not interfere with the mission? Why did you suddenly appear in the meeting chat yesterday?"

"Just think of it as the active savior not being able to get used to the leisure time of retirement life in advance, so he got up to work again." Fujimaru Ritsuka sat next to the bookshelf, also tilted his head and held the phone to answer Shirou Emiya, "But Mr. Kiritsugu said that, it will make them feel strange about Professor William's request, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"After all, Professor William mentioned that this time is different from the previous helicopters - there is no need to be so ostentatious." Fujimaru Ritsuka turned a page of the book spread out on his lap. "If it is as Kiritsugu-san said, any means can be used... Professor William would not have said such a thing."

"So what do you think?" Shirou Emiya asked Ritsuka Fujimaru.

"Professor William probably meant to chase after them." Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked, his eyes fixed on a line of text, "Because the Black Organization will try every means to cover up their tracks, so even if they make a big fuss, it won't be a problem, they will be covered up - how about blowing up Gin's Porsche?"

"Isn't it possible that someone will tell on us?" Shirou Emiya complained, "That car seems to be on the list of items that cannot be damaged. Let's find another way."

"You go back first, and leave the rest of the work to me." Fujimaru Ritsuka checked the time, "I roughly know what Professor William wants them to do--"

“Hey, hey—!”

"You got hung up by Ritsuka again?" Tosaka Rin looked at Emiya Shirou speechlessly and pulled him into the mall. "If you're really worried, you might as well call Mr. Kiritsugu directly."

"I'm worried about them because I know my dad is like this!" Shirou Emiya sighed and put his phone back into his jacket pocket. "But if Ritsuka is sure, it shouldn't be a big problem. We can tell the specific situation by looking at what happens in the group chat this afternoon."

At the same time, because Saturday is a rest day, Conan Edogawa, who accidentally learned the whereabouts of the Black Organization, was tracking them and eavesdropped on the Black Organization's assassination plan.

Around the sniper point chosen by the Black Organization, Kiritsugu Emiya, who had arranged magic and devices on the scene in advance, had already taken his men to their positions in the designated vehicles - ready to relocate their positions at any time.

"This is the car that Bond uses in the organization - but I also use it sometimes. If it's this car, it should be able to temporarily lower their vigilance." Louis, who was sitting in the driver's seat, tapped the steering wheel and looked up to use the rearview mirror to confirm the number of people in the car. "But don't attack them in this car - this car will be useful later."

"And I don't want them to find out that I'm an undercover agent at this time."

"Wait a minute." Ethan Bendon interrupted Louis, "Let me confirm, what is your code name?"

"Brandy - I think most people have only heard of this code name." Louis tilted his face to let his hair cover the burns on his face, "So my presence here will not arouse their suspicion, and I can follow them to the next location naturally."

"What's wrong, Mr. Jing?" The classmates from the police academy sitting in the back two rows focused their attention on their classmates who had also infiltrated the organization.

"The code name Gin has changed before." The person who answered the police academy students' questions was Ethan Hondou, who was sitting behind Emiya Kiritsugu. "When I infiltrated the organization seventeen years ago, the code name used by Gin now was not "Gin" - the person who used the code name "Gin" at that time was an undercover agent of MI6."

"When I was taken to Antarctica, I wondered if 'Moliarty' was a pseudonym for Rum - but now it seems..."

"It doesn't match the rumors about Rum at all." Morobushi Kagemitsu added some information provided by Kokairan in the past, "Although Zero said that most of the rumors were spread by the current Rum himself to confuse people, there is one fact that can be confirmed - Rum has a prosthetic eye."

"...Damn Sherlock Holmes." Louis took out his cell phone and started to send messages to someone as if to vent his anger, while joining their conversation, "So, what did you know?"

"The MI6 undercover is called Sebastian Moran." The CIA spy crossed his arms and calmly told everyone what he knew. "Moreover, the current Rum doesn't know the true appearance of the boss. In addition, Tequila died not long ago. And the member we joined is Brandy, who is mainly responsible for the aftermath and other trivial tasks in the organization..."

"Will the top brass of the organization not be completely replaced by MI6 personnel?"

"Rum isn't it?" Louis smiled and answered Ethan Bentang's test with a question, "But now Rum's ability to collect intelligence may not be as good as a bartender. And, if it is a replacement, do you think Gin will find out the problem? Gin is very good at catching mice."

"So you have been involved in the organization since its establishment?" Morofushi Jingguang proposed a new direction.

"The history of the organization is at least half a century. Look at Louis' face before you speak." Emiya Kiritsugu could not help but interrupt the black-haired young man's nonsensical guess that was closest to the truth. "He doesn't look like an old man who has lived for half a century, right? Even for someone like Vermode, the only clear record is that he looked like this twenty years ago."

The five people in the back row fell silent.

"The timings really don't seem to match."

"Fortunately, their magic basics course doesn't include content about Heroic Spirits and Servants." Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had been paying attention to the situation, breathed a sigh of relief, stuffed the book back on the bookshelf, and called William, "Professor William, how long will it take for Gin and the others to get to Beika Town? Can Bond's time to go to the office be different from Gin's?"

"Bond hasn't gotten the permission from Held to take out the vehicles and equipment this time. He won't come to the office until he gets the permission." William answered Fujimaru Ritsuka while standing beside the bed in the office. "And after this mission, the five people should go back to Chaldea. To be more precise, Chaldea should prepare to open for business."

"Then I'll contact Director Goldluff first." Fujimaru Ritsuka hung up the phone and walked out of the library. While contacting Goldluff, he knocked on the door and called out several people who were also active at Teitan University. "Deputy Director, Director Marisbilly, Director Olgamari, Senior Kirshtalia - Professor William said that Chaldea can be prepared."

This time, Moran, who made full use of his Servant ability, randomly found a commanding height in Beika Town, and then took out a sniper rifle that he carried with him as a Servant weapon. Although the sniper rifle improved by Held was not damaged last time, due to the residual problems of magic enhancement and the existing range problem, Held was busy improving the sniper rifle and rejected Moran's weapon application.

"Humans can only choose from a few sniper points, but it's different for us 'Archers'." The gray-haired old bartender appeared behind Moran with a smile, "How about a drink when we get back? Do you need the help of the magic bullet shooter, Colonel Moran, the sharpshooter?"

"Don't think I respect you as much as I respect William, old man." Moran responded to Moriarty who suddenly appeared behind him, "According to the sniper point that William provided that Gin would choose, I have already locked the location of the FBI - although using the ability of the magic bullet shooter can indeed save a lot of trouble, but even if I can't fire the seventh bullet this time, I don't want to be entangled by the curse of despair."

"I just need to fire one shot - just to let the FBI and them know that the MI6 sharpshooter is here too."

"…Here he is." Moriarty reminded Moran, "Kil isn't here. It looks like they forgot him on the street. He will be taken away by the FBI soon."

"Our Lord William really likes to make embarrassing requests." Moran sighed and raised his sniper rifle. "FBI boy, being too young and arrogant is not a good thing. When you were lurking in the organization, didn't you hear about the horrific record left by the codename "Gin" in the sniper training ground?"

When Gin changed his mind because of Bermode's words, the transmitter in Gin's hand was shot away by a bullet from a distance.

"Wow, are all FBI agents so powerful?" Moran whistled. "Good Night, who was so famous in the defense of Vermissa, was able to hit the target with his second shot no matter how far away he was. Today's FBI ace can hit the target with one shot even at a distance of 700 yards—"

"Stop whistling, the FBI is preparing to fire a second shot." Moriarty laughed, "There is no doctor who can remove scars in the current organization - although Albert and the others have given up that unrealistic idea, I think it would be better for you to be serious and not let Gin get hurt on the face."

"Of course I know!" Moran smacked his lips unhappily and pulled the trigger. "After all, I am the 'Gin' who was scolded by the boss because I shot him in the face in his memory!!! Although it was Albert who scolded me instead of the old crow! But I was still scolded!"

"Ahh, come on!!! It's been a long time since we last met. It would be terrible if your pretty face got hurt - Xiaoqin."

The two bullets collided in the air very close to Gin, deviated from their tracks and landed in front of the other members of the Black Organization under their gaze.

"Hey, in this direction..." The short-haired woman holding the sniper rifle took a step back in surprise, "The range is already far beyond 2,000 yards!!! Even better than the 700-yard sniper in front--"

"Retreat immediately." Gin informed them with a cold face, "The one with a range of 700 yards is Shuichi Akai from the FBI, and the one with a range of more than 2,000 yards is a madman from MI6 - if you don't want to become honeycomb coal for Brandy to pick up, leave here immediately. That guy's limit is not just this -!"

Moran had completed his mission and retreated ahead of schedule. The bullet that hit Gin's lung came from the FBI 700 yards away.

The black-haired sniper lay on the edge of the rooftop, aiming at the silver-haired man with a smile.

"Finally I see you - my dear, dear old enemy and lover."