Chapter 1341 Sister, What Should I Do?

Xinfan sighed softly and almost inaudibly, and then said: "You are still very young and cannot die."

"Hey." Ariane sneered disdainfully, "Don't you want me to die? As long as I die, no one will seek revenge on you or plot your life."

Even though he was seriously injured, he was still in the mood to argue with him here. It seemed that Ariane's injury was not as serious as imagined.

While Nobuhiro drained the blood accumulated in his chest, he said patiently: "There are many people seeking revenge from me, but you are the only one. Besides, it's good that someone cares about me."

"Mezcal..." Ariane murmured, "What kind of person are you?"

When she didn't know that Asano Nobushige was the murderer of her sister, Ariane admired this man and regarded him as a respectable senior. Even if he knew that he was Mescal, except for the period when he was blinded by hatred at the beginning, Ariane seemed unable to view him simply as an enemy.

Nobushige had no time to think about what Ariane was thinking, his only thought was to keep Carignan's brother alive.

If he watched Carignan's brother die in front of his eyes, how should he face the little girl when he could finally put down all his burdens and leave?

The ambulance did not arrive at the time expected by Nobushige, but Ariane's injury could not tolerate any delay.

Nobushige had to realize that he might be about to start his third "carjacking" today.

He really didn't mean it. It can only be said that fate brings fate...

Nobushige picked up Ariane, and Ariane's blood immediately dyed his clothes red.

So much blood... Ariane must be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment as soon as possible.

Nobushige carried Ariane through the bedroom and towards the door. However, when he was about to leave the building, he saw an unexpected person in the foyer!

The man bumped into Nobuhiro who was in a hurry. He was obviously as surprised as Nobuhiro himself.

"The companion who accidentally fell into the hunter's trap...referring to you?" Gin's eyes swept over the dazzling red color of Nobuhiro's chest, and he couldn't help but frown, "Are you injured?"

Mescal's current condition is really not good, with messy hair, dirty clothes covered in blood, and a look of shock on his face that has not completely subsided. The last time I saw Mescal like this, it seemed that he was suspected of being an FBI undercover agent. when.

But now Mescal is different. He dominates the organization. His status as the president of TENSE Group allows him to travel almost all over the world. Even if he accidentally falls into the hands of the FBI and others, he can still live well. Definitely more cost-effective than killing.

But this mezcal was injured - it was incredible. Could it be that there are extremely dangerous enemies lurking around here? Shuichi Akai? I'm afraid Shuichi Akai doesn't have the ability to make Mescal so embarrassed!

"Brother..." Vodka stumbled in, panting, "Brother, you are too fast, I, I can't keep up with you."

The first time he saw Gin, Nobushige secretly thought that something was wrong, and quickly pressed Ariane's head towards him in his arms to prevent Gin from seeing the weird scene of him holding his former FBI agent. .

However, he didn't expect that Gin's attention was originally focused on him, but now it was directed towards Ariane by his actions.

Mescal was holding a person in his arms. He looked seriously injured, and his chest was stained red with large amounts of blood.

Looking at the blood stains on Mescal's clothes, judging by their shape and location, we can basically rule out the possibility that it is his own blood.

Gin couldn't tell whether he felt relieved or regretful at this moment.

"Who is this?" Gin asked coldly.

Nobuhiro did not answer, but asked: "Why did you come to the United States?"

"I don't seem to have any obligation to report everything to you, right?"

"Then I don't seem to have any obligation to answer your question."

"you--"

Two big men, Gin and Vodka, crowded at the door, blocking Nobuhiro's way out, and they had no intention of giving in.

Nobuhiro ignored Gin's terrifying gaze and squeezed past him with Ariane in his arms. He even left a message: "Please give way, I'm in a hurry."

"Mezcal!" Gin did not let Mescal go like every time before, but grabbed his arm suddenly, staring at him firmly with a pair of hawk-like eyes, "Give me an explanation. .”

Not "You should give me an explanation", nor "Can you give me an explanation", but the decisive imperative "Give me an explanation".

Gin's tone was very cold, and there was even murderous intent in his eyes - it seemed that as long as Mescal's answer was not satisfactory in the slightest, the bullet in the barrel of the gun would immediately drill into his head.

Nobuhiro moved sideways to close the distance between him and Gin, and at the same time shook Gin's hand away.

"In what capacity are you asking me to explain?" Nobuhiro asked calmly, "We are collaborators, not enemies."

He paused and added: "Of course, I will not be your enemy."

It was obvious that he had lied, as is common for an agent.

It doesn’t matter whether what is said is true, what matters is whether the person involved believes it.

And Gin was obviously not the kind of rookie who could be easily deceived. He stared at Mescal deeply, as if he wanted to judge the authenticity of this sentence from the subtle expression on his face.

Nobuhiro took two more steps back, not to be outdone, and met Gin's probing and interrogating gaze: "My location was sent to you by Rum, right?"

He freed up a hand and pointed at his head, "Use your brain, Gin, don't let it rust."

Vodka was speechless: "Brother, Mescal, are you saying you have no brain?"

A smile appeared on Nobuhiro's lips, and he quickly left the dangerous area before the firecracker named Gin was ignited by vodka.

Gin didn't give chase.

But the next moment Vodka felt the breath of death - Gin pressed the cold muzzle to his temple.

"Brother..." Vodka's voice was trembling.

"Don't move." Gin threatened in a low voice - he didn't really want to kill Vodka, but his anger needed a window to be released, and Vodka always liked to give him this opportunity.

"Tell me what you think about this matter." Gin ordered coldly.

At most, Vodka's brain could only support him to show off his brilliant driving skills and help him survive with an almost nonchalant look beside his elder brother. He weakly guessed: "Is it Rum's plan to divorce?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Vodka thought it was impossible. After all, even he could tell that this was a divorce plan.

"Hmph." Gin snorted disdainfully, "He feels guilty."

Vodka was confused: "Guilty, who?"

"Mezcal."

"Ah, is there? I think Mezcal is very reasonable."

He was so confident that Vodka was worried about his life.

Gin sneered: "If it wasn't for his guilty conscience, with Mescal's character, he should have been too lazy to pay attention to my doubts just now. He just walked away, or even used bullets or fists to force me to give in. This is that guy. style.”

——Instead of reasoning with him and analyzing the so-called strategy.

Vodka didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from becoming a determined piano player: "Then do we want it?"

He made a motion of wiping his neck.

Gin no longer had any expectations for this little brother's brain, and he chose to ignore it directly: "Investigate the identity of the person just now, and I want to know what Mescal wants to do."

"yes."

Gin climbed to the third floor and saw blood on the floor of the room.

But he didn't stop here: "Let's go."

Just when Gin was about to leave, his excellent hearing allowed him to catch several sirens floating in the wind. But the strange thing is that those sirens suddenly stopped when they got close.

"Heh." A terrifying sarcasm leaked from the corner of Gin's mouth, "What a meticulous trap."

No wonder Rum said mezcal “stumbled into a hunter’s trap.”

…

Nobushige met a hurried ambulance at an intersection away from the crime scene.

According to the normal admission process, the doctor would not admit the patient halfway, but Ariane was indeed seriously injured, and Nobuhiro's intimidation and inducement were very effective, so the final result was that they were smoothly transported to the hospital for ambulance. car.

"I now believe that you are Mescal. After all, the person who normally saves me would not disguise himself at the risk of delaying treatment."

In the ambulance, while the doctors and nurses were busy, Ariane said to Nobuhiro in a voice that only they could hear.

Nobuhiro couldn't accept this.

He is now a public figure and being recognized on either side would be too troublesome. And it's just a mask, so it won't take long.

But from Ariane's perspective, he is indeed a bit irresponsible.

"Want to hear my guess...cough cough cough." Without saying a few words, Ariane started coughing violently - his injury seemed to have worsened.

"You'd better not talk now." Before Nobuhiro could say anything, the doctor already had a look of disapproval on his face, "If you want to live, just shut up!"

Ariane was helpless, but he still spoke quietly after the doctor turned around: "James Blake is an undercover agent of the organization. There is not much time left for him. He can't continue to accompany me in revenge, so he set his target on you." On the body."

Xinfan's eyes narrowed slightly: "Kill you and make me the murderer."

"Yes. Although I have resigned, the FBI still has some seniors who take care of me. Once I die, even if it is to stabilize the relationship with the FBI, the Japanese public security will not protect you...cough cough cough!"

Nobuhiro's cell phone rang at the right time.

The news came from the police who stayed near the scene. They found that the police rushed over soon after Nobuhiro and Ariane left.

The area was deserted, and there was no living person within a kilometer radius. The fact that the police arrived in such a timely manner was obviously someone behind the scenes.

If Nobuhiro hadn't already judged that something might happen on Ariane's side, he might have just met these policemen when he rushed from New York to Washington after receiving James Blake's email.

Is this why James Blake didn't kill Ariane Swann right away? Did he want Ariane to actually die in his hands? ?

"As expected..." Without seeing the content of the email, Ariane already got the answer he wanted just from Asano Nobushige's expression.

"You should have a good rest. I will leave when we get to the hospital." Nobushige said to him.

Ariane nodded laboriously: "Attacking me is just one step. You must have other things to do. In fact..."

Ariane said the next words so quietly that Nobuhiro didn't hear them clearly: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Ariane took a deep breath, "It's just that my sister and I are both orphans. We haven't met many kind-hearted people since we were young. I didn't expect that one of them would be the murderer of my sister."

Nobuhiro was silent.

He really didn't know how to face Ariane about Carignan.

Many people died in vain at his hands, but there were almost no family members who could interact with him.

"I'm sorry." In the end, Nobushige could only whisper, "I'm sorry about Carignan."

Apologizing doesn't solve anything, but as the culprit who caused Carignan's sacrifice, he truly owes Ariane such an apology.

Ariane did not respond to this apology. He pursed his lips tightly and did not look at Asano Nobushige again.

The ambulance arrived at the hospital soon, and Nobuhiro paid part of the medical bills in advance. While Ariane was pushed into the emergency room, he also quietly left the hospital.

The door to the emergency room was closed in front of Ariane's eyes.

Ariane sighed: "Sister, what should I do?"

Mescal didn't seem like that kind of vicious person, and he had saved his life. He could no longer seek revenge on him with peace of mind like before.

…

The police who rushed to the scene after receiving reports from enthusiastic citizens found no useful clues except blood on the ground. They also did not find anything in this dilapidated small house that could prove the identity of the FBI.

Therefore, officials are currently unable to conclude that the FBI has also been attacked by unknown persons.

In addition to the intelligence unit that was initially attacked, others were also attacked after Ariane's incident. However, after all, these people belonged to major intelligence agencies, and their intelligence capabilities should not be underestimated. Later, these attacks did not cause them much losses, but instead made everyone more vigilant.

However, this approach exposes to the public the fact that the intelligence agencies of various countries send representatives to the United States. Even if the officials are trying their best to cover it up, the people will still only believe what they want to believe.

"The bomb that attacked MI6 is estimated to be at least 100 kilograms."

Hall Yinghai listened quietly to the conclusions obtained by her colleagues' analysis. When she heard one hundred kilograms, she frowned slightly: "So much?"

"Yes, except for the previous theft of our CIA's arsenal, it is difficult to buy so many explosives at once even from the black market."

"No, there is actually another channel." Hondo Yinghai thought of the stolen arms from the TENSE Group, but this time the opponent's target was obviously not TENSE. What they really wanted to bring down was the CIA.

They knew the number of stolen CIA arsenals.

Hondo Ekai immediately took out a pen and paper and calculated the amount of arms consumed in all attacks from the first terrorist attack in Washington to the present.