Chapter 1089 Red and Black Impact Chapter Accident (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

"Hey, Cohen, are all the things ready?"

1:03 p.m., 14th floor of the office building.

In the empty staff toilet, Chianti took out the sniper rifle parts from the travel bag and assembled them, saying without raising his head:

"It's the thing Gin asked you to bring."

"Okay."

Cohen, who was as thin as a skeleton, nodded sullenly:

"Do you need it now?"

"Huh? Are you stupid?"

Chianti glared at him:

"What do you need now? The enemy hasn't come up yet!"

"Oh."

Cohen lowered his head and continued to assemble the sniper rifle.

He and Chianti were very skilled. In less than a minute, a Remington 700 sniper rifle was assembled, placed on the windowsill, and after adjusting the sight distance, the crosshairs were aimed at Beihu Park, and began to look for the figure of Domon Yasuki.

When the two of them locked onto Domon Yasuki standing on the edge of the hot spring, they did not shoot immediately, but stopped.

Chianti's finger was on the trigger, and he squinted his eyes. The swallowtail butterfly at the corner of his eye fluttered with excitement. He said with a surge of emotion:

"What a perfect prey."

"It's not time yet."

Cohen spoke in time to stop her from shooting:

"Gin said to wait for his order."

"You're so long-winded, of course I know!"

Chianti glanced at his watch and said impatiently:

"This operation is really troublesome! Wouldn't it be better to kill Domon Yasuki with one shot? He was so hesitant, and I don't know what Gin wants to do!"

"He seems to have some plan with Vermouth."

Shaking his head, Cohen opened the safety of the sniper rifle, leaned against the wall and said:

"It should be the Boss who directed it personally."

"I definitely know about that kind of thing!"

Chianti rolled his eyes at him:

"I'm angry because Gin refused to tell us all the plans, and he kept it hidden, and there was that woman, which really made me angry!"

Every time he talked about Vermouth, Chianti didn't look very happy, and Cohen was used to it.

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the corridor behind them. Chianti and Cohen turned their heads and their eyes flashed.

"Here they come."

"Yes, they come."

Picking up the sniper rifle, Chianti lay on the ground with the muzzle pointed at the toilet door.

On the other side, Cohen quietly got up and walked slowly to a place only two or three meters away from the door. He took out a pistol from his arms, held his breath, and listened to the movement in the corridor.

"Shh!"

Outside the corridor, Judy, holding a revolver, raised her hand to stop her companions behind her. She stuck to the wall and moved towards the toilet door little by little.

She noticed something strange. When she was receiving FBI training, the instructor who retired from the special forces told them that when dealing with excellent snipers, they must try to shorten the distance between the two sides, and in the process, they must pay attention to the cover, and the exposed body parts should not exceed one-third.

At the same time, Judy, who has excellent reconnaissance ability, knows better how to deal with tricky enemies.

There was no sound of conversation in the toilet, and they accidentally exposed their steps just now, which might have aroused the other party's vigilance. It was obviously irrational to rush in rashly in this situation, even if the FBI had an absolute advantage in numbers.

The FBI who could be sent to Japan were all elites. Of course, there would be a few who didn't look so powerful, but they must have their own strengths.

On the other side of the corridor, Kamal also came up with his men. He and Judy occupied both sides of the corridor, forming a pincer attack, ready to attack the toilet at any time.

"Judy, what are you waiting for?"

Kamal asked Judy with gestures:

"Attack while their attention is distracted!"

"Wait a minute!"

Judy clenched her fist and shook her head, gesturing in the air:

"They are alert!"

Seeing this, Kamal had to tap his watch a few times:

"Time! Pay attention to the time!"

In Beihu Park, the interview has begun, which means that the Black Organization may start sniping at any time. If they are reluctant to arrest Chianti and the two, it is likely that Domon Yasuki will be sniped to death in the end.

For the FBI, protecting Yasuki Domon is also one of their tasks, even if it is not a high priority, it must be considered.

After realizing this, Judy smacked her tongue, swung her arm forward, and then held the gun with both hands, and led her men to the toilet door.

Kamal also had the same action mode.

When the team members on both sides were in place, Kamal took out an M84 stun grenade from behind his waist, bit the pull ring, and looked at Judy.

Judy understood and started the countdown.

321!

Click!

Kamal bit the pull ring and was about to throw the stun grenade into the toilet when he heard a deafening gunshot. Then, the wall he was leaning on suddenly broke open, and a sniper bullet hit his left arm solidly.

Rolling.

The stun bomb rolled to the ground, and Judy was startled and turned back and yelled:

"Cover your ears!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. The stun bomb with a very short fuse had exploded, and the flash and loud noise covered the entire corridor.

The incident came too suddenly, causing most of the FBI agents responsible for the raid to fail to react and were hit by a stun bomb from their companions.

The sound waves and bright light instantly destroyed the combat capabilities of many FBI agents, like a bomb falling in front of them. Several agents fell to the ground on the spot, holding their heads in pain.

Judy, who was closest, was not much better. Although she covered her ears in time and turned her back to avoid the flash, the huge shock still made her dizzy and tinnitus continued.

In a daze, she saw Cohen rushing out of the bathroom and pulling the trigger at the agents on both sides who had not recovered.

Chianti, who used a sniper rifle to break the wall, saw this scene and immediately abandoned the sniper rifle that he treasured so much, and instead pulled out the FN-P90 submachine gun from the travel bag and rushed out with a grin.

Bang bang bang!

The submachine gun spit out flames one after another. The firing rate of 14 rounds per second gave the P90 submachine gun extremely strong firepower. At the same time, the 5.7X28mm high-speed bullet had the penetration to easily penetrate soft bulletproof vests. FBI agents fell one after another. Gin gave the P90 submachine gun to Chianti just to take the FBI's life!

The situation seemed to be reversed in an instant. Of the 15 members sent by the FBI, 9 fell in the blink of an eye, and Chianti and Cohen successfully suppressed their numerical advantage with a P90 submachine gun.

All fears come from insufficient firepower. Chianti thinks this is a truth, so the firearms she uses can often penetrate bulletproof vests.

But the FBI agents are not covered. After the initial trance, the remaining few quickly stabilized their position and raised their guns to fight back.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Chianti and Cohen quickly flashed into the toilet and narrowly avoided their bullets.

"All we have to do now is wait for reinforcements."

Chianti laughed as he changed the magazine:

"I'm almost in love with this gun!"