Chapter 1092 Red Vs. Black: The Battle Begins (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)
"It's strange, brother, why hasn't Akai Shuichi shown up yet?"
In the coffee shop, Vodka stared at the door of the office building intently, occasionally looking down at the time, but he couldn't see Akai Shuichi for a long time, so he couldn't help but say:
"Did this guy see through our plan and give up on the FBI in the building?"
"He's not that kind of person."
Gin was very calm and said without arrogance or impatience:
"I know him very well. Akai Shuichi is a man who puts life and death at risk. Like us, he has perseverance in his goals that exceeds ordinary people. Even if he sees through our plan, he will show up."
"oh"
After scratching his head, Vodka still had something to say:
"But it's already been three minutes. If he doesn't show up, the police will come!"
"What are you in a hurry for?"
The silver-haired woman sitting across the table pursed her red lips and blew out a wisp of white smoke:
"It's not us who should be anxious, but him."
"But the police are there."
"It will be over before the police show up."
Gin knocked on the table:
"Sit down and be quiet for a while."
"knew."
The gunfire in the office building never stopped. Far from stopping, it showed signs of getting more intense.
This has put many people into a state of anxiety, such as Tumen Yasuhui.
During the interview, his attention was always on the office building. Like everyone else, he was waiting for something.
At this moment, he suddenly saw many figures walking out of the woods one after another. They gathered at the entrance of Abeido Park, and a young man with long black hair led them towards the office building.
"Coming!"
Seeing the young man, Vodka's eyes suddenly lit up:
"Brother, he really showed up!"
but
Vodka quickly frowned again, remembering what happened at the Mihua City Hall:
"Is this guy himself? Don't be pretending to be someone else."
"It's too late."
Gin sneered:
"At the beginning, they were fully prepared and took the initiative, setting up a trap for us to get in. But now it is different. They are the passive party. Akai Shuichi did not have time to prepare a substitute. If he wants to break the situation, he can only show up in person. "
"That's right."
Belmode nodded slowly and agreed:
"Look at the FBI following him. Their expressions are different from before. They only show such expressions when Shuichi Akai appears."
"So he is the real Shuichi Akai?"
"pretty close!"
After Akai Shuichi entered the office building with more than a dozen FBI agents, Gin's eyes flashed with excitement, like a wild wolf that saw its prey:
"The time has come. Bourbon!"
A blond man walked out of the shadows behind the counter with a calm expression:
"Leave it to me."
"Fight quickly, don't give him any chance to breathe!"
"rest assured."
Bourbon said as he led a group of black organization members out of the door:
"He will definitely die today!"
After Bourbon left, the cafe became empty, with only Belmode, Gin and Vodka left.
"Ah la."
Belmod looked at Gin with a half-smile:
"I thought you wouldn't be able to hold back and take action. Isn't he the opponent you have been thinking about for a long time?"
"I'm not the only one who hates him."
Glancing at her, Ginjiu said coldly:
"I really want to kill him with my own hands, but Bourbon is also the prey I'm eyeing. Whether he is loyal to the organization still needs to be evaluated."
"Is there bourbon on the Boss's suspicion list?"
With a raised eyebrow, Belmode was a little surprised:
"Isn't he one of Rum's men? It's Rum who should take action to clean up the house!"
"Rum?"
Gin snorted disdainfully:
"Precisely because Bourbon is Rum's subordinate, the Boss will not give him this task. You have been with the Boss for so long, and you don't even understand such a simple truth?"
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Belmod didn't say a word and started smoking alone.
She knew that Gin had another reason that he didn't say, and that was to stay and be ready to contact the Boss at any time and report the situation to him. Secondly,
No matter how much Belmod doesn't want to admit it, he has to suspect that he no longer seems to be as trusted in Boss's mind as before.
She didn't know the specific reason, but it must be related to something that happened before.
Think of this
Belmod couldn't help but feel that he was a little ridiculous. He had been working hard for more than 20 years and devoted himself to his duties, but in the end he was still inevitably doubted. Perhaps as everyone thought, the Boss didn't believe anyone except himself.
Even Rum, who played a huge role back then.
Having such a suspicious person as your boss
It's really stressful.
But the plan must be implemented, whether the boss trusts her or not, she must do it.
"Hey! Shuichi Akai is in!"
In the car on the other side, Conan was lying on the seat, pointing at the FBI entering the office building and saying one after another:
"Ah! That's bourbon? Why isn't Gin the one responsible for doing it?!"
"Calm down, calm down, your saliva is spraying on my face."
Sakaki took the tissue from Ishikawa Shu, wiped his cheeks, and said:
"Although the plan this time is personally handled by the boss, there must be a messenger in the middle. If Gin goes out, who will control the overall situation?"
"Besides, Bourbon has some kind of hatred for Akai Shuichi. I don't know what kind of grudge he had with Akai Shuichi in the past, but choosing him is the right choice."
"What do you mean?"
Conan asked doubtfully:
"Will Bourbon kill Akai Shuichi?"
"He should be merciless."
Sakaki Makoto shrugged:
"With his strength, if he fights Akai Shuichi head-on, it's about 55-50, but now The situation is extremely unfavorable to the FBI, so the balance will be broken. Shuichi Akai is in a desperate situation, but."
"But what?"
"Don't forget, there is another force coming this way."
Sakaki Makoto looked at Haido Park and squinted his eyes and said:
"Once we are attacked from both sides, it is still unknown who will win."
Before he finished speaking, several green trucks stopped under the office building with a sudden brake. In the blink of an eye, soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms and holding semi-automatic rifles jumped out of the car one after another. A rough count showed that there were about 13 people, which was equivalent to a small team.
"Did Yasuki Domon really send out the Self-Defense Force? !"
Kid sat up straight all of a sudden, and his expression became much more serious. The nature of the Self-Defense Force members who have undergone professional training is completely different from that of gang fights. Even the FBI who have undergone 20 weeks of professional training cannot be compared with professional soldiers. After all.
The tasks they are responsible for are very different.
One is to deal with criminals, and the other is a killing machine. Is there any comparison between the two sides?