Doing ghost jobs in Ke Xue World

"Mr. Akai, what should we do next?"

Kamel was driving while carefully observing the pink short-haired man wearing glasses in the passenger seat.

Mr. Akai took him straight to the house next door to Mochizuki Aotan's house, where the famous novelist Yu Kudo lived.

I don’t know how the novelist’s wife did it, but after Mr. Akai came out, her face changed, her hairstyle changed, and even her voice changed.

As if by magic, Mr. Akai transformed into the current Subaru Okiya in less than an hour. Even his identity can be found out from the Japanese police's household registration information.

"Okay, just put me here. Then you go to the airport as planned, wait for those people to show up, then come back in a big way, and then just wait for news from me."

Shuichi Akai closed his phone, his eyes narrowed with unstoppable murderous intent, but he had a sunny and handsome smile on his face, and his voice sounded gentle and kind.

Kamel couldn't help but shudder. The way Mr. Akai smiled was so out of character.

However, why did they ask him to go to the airport? They had already thrown the tickets in the safe house. Even if they asked him to return to the United States now, it would not be possible in a short time.

Kamel complained in his heart, but the movements in his hands were not slow at all. He obediently stopped the car at the intersection and watched Mr. Akai disappear into the night with his hands in his pockets.

He could only rush to the airport obediently. How could the gang of jackals and tigers of the black organization allow Rai, who betrayed the organization, to return to the United States safely? This group of people might plant a bomb at the airport. This is what Mr. Akai was talking about. I mean.

Protect civilians who may be innocently implicated. Mr. Akai is indeed very kind. Kamel, who felt that he had learned the truth, hummed a song, with sparks and lightning all the way. He did not care about being a low-key person, and drove his car to the airport in a swaggering manner. .

Behind them were a group of gnashing traffic policemen, adding a little more congestion to Tokyo's already busy traffic flow.

"What are you doing? These FBI seem to be seeking help from the Japanese police. It's really embarrassing, Gin!"

In the black Porsche, Shanti said dissatisfiedly as she looked at a string of gourd dolls passing by quickly.

She had just planted a pretty good bomb somewhere. If these cowards did it like this, no one would come.

Gin watched with cold eyes as the car belonging to Rai was escorted by a group of Japanese cops towards the airport, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Although the BOSS gave him this mission, the person who made the plan was Rum. In other words, it was really unpleasant for him to be manipulated by this disgusting guy Rum again.

Ever since the woman Mochizuki Qingtan appeared, the organization's behavior had become somewhat unfamiliar to him. In contrast, Rum's power in the organization had become more and more powerful, sometimes even affecting the BOSS's decisions.

In short, the organization has become very strange now. Gin's brows were condensed into a well, and there was a hint of helplessness in his green eyes. If he hadn't known about that gentleman's ability, he would have thought that Rum had usurped power.

Gin suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart. According to his idea, as long as he was a traitor, no matter who he was, he would be killed first, but all of this was stopped by this damn plan.

Intelligence agents are indeed the most hated people in the world, as is rum, and so is the remaining bourbon in the whiskey group.

Gin closed his eyes in boredom and pursed the corners of his mouth deeply, feeling that the world was deeply malicious to him.

Why is it so difficult to kill a few traitors!

"As expected of the ruthless FBI, even his girlfriend has mysteriously disappeared, and it can't stop him from escaping overnight. Brother, do we really have to follow the original plan?"

Vodka was puzzled. In fact, according to his idea, the bomb should be buried directly at the airport, preferably directly on the plane on which Ley was riding. When they stepped into the airspace of the United States, when they were the most relaxed and happiest, they would start the bomb. bomb.

Hehe, it's better to make a countdown broadcast or something, so that these damn FBI can enjoy the taste of despair.

Green light appeared in the small eyes hidden under the vodka sunglasses, and a lewd smile appeared on his face, as if he thought of something funny and burst into laughter. "This is just a cover-up trick by Akai Shuichi. He might be hiding in a corner and watching you secretly."

The sound of Absinthe's sneer came from the headphones. The organization is not only active in Tokyo. There are no fewer members in the United States than here.

She had already gotten the news about Ley throwing away the flight ticket back home prepared by the FBI for him, but she had not reported it to the organization yet.

"But did Miyano Akemi really disappear mysteriously, or was she rescued by the FBI, Gin?"

Absinthe sat comfortably in the passenger seat and showed an ambiguous smile to Bourbon, who was silent beside him.

She has a deep connection with the two little sisters from the Miyano family, and she has been dreaming of this kind of opportunity for a long time.

If given the chance, she would definitely send these two people to heaven personally as a thank you to their parents.

Absinthe stirred up her long and unruly hair, her smiling eyes glowed with blood-eating light, and the smile at the corner of her mouth became brighter because of her good mood.

"Miyano Akemi is just a springboard for Akai Shuichi to enter the organization. How could the FBI spend any effort to rescue her? But I heard that her sister seems to be quite important to the organization."

"It is said that he is a genius researcher with a super high IQ!"

Bourbon said calmly, working under Rum, you can get many things that the members of the action team don't know.

The organization seems to be conducting a drug research, and the person in charge of that project is Miyano Akemi's sister Shirley.

What's even more coincidental is that her mother, the Elena Miyano he has always wanted to find, died in a fire with her lover more than ten years ago, and she was also working on a drug.

Bourbon curled up the corners of his mouth, hiding all the real thoughts in his heart. He put his hands on the steering wheel and stared straight ahead, as if the question he just asked was just a casual comment.

He now has reason to suspect that what Shirley is currently researching is the project that the organization started more than ten years ago.

What kind of important thing could allow this dirty organization to restart again after more than ten years?

What is the purpose of BOSS? He, a mediocre little cadre, really doesn't know, but with Rum's impatience, how could he have been obsessed with something that is not beneficial for more than ten years.

"I do know a little bit about this, but, A secret mankes a woman woman."

Absinthe showed a sly smile, holding a lady's cigarette in his mouth, and skillfully took out a lighter from the pocket of his slim-fitting black bourbon vest, lit it slowly, and faced the two people in the car who were extremely curious about knowledge. He slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke.

Bourbon with a sweet smile on his face: "..."

In the back seat, Keir raised his ears to eavesdrop on important information: "..."

Members of the organization who were listening silently in the car in front said: "..."

Gin closed his eyes and rested his mind with a smile on his lips: "Hehehe!"

Well, now someone finally understands why he hates those mystics!

The way of heaven is good for reincarnation, who will the heaven forgive!

(End of this chapter)