Coroner Ke Xue

Chapter 649: Rough Bandit Bourbon

After a while.

"Something is wrong."

Gin also noticed something strange:

“It’s understandable that the FBI and CIA are taking a step slower.”

"But why haven't even the Japanese police showed up yet?"

He asked Lin Xin to call the Japanese Public Security Bureau directly.

There's no way they don't know what's happening here.

However, Ireland had already completed most of the Rice Flower Avenue as planned, but the pursuers from the Japanese police still did not show up.

"." Gin closed his eyes and thought for a moment.

Then he opened his eyes decisively:

"withdraw."

"Withdraw?" Vodka was slightly stunned.

He instinctively said unwillingly: "Brother, are you withdrawing now?"

"We are halfway through the implementation of the plan. Should we wait any longer? What if the Japanese police are a little slower than they expected and don't arrive in time as we expected?"

“Don’t leave anything to chance.”

"The Japanese police are our old rivals. Don't think too much about their incompetence."

"And this is not the first time that the organization has 'attacked' Lin Xinyi."

"Even if the Japanese police are really so slow in their actions, they should have made emergency preparations in advance, right?"

Gin's tone was as calm as water, but his face was as cold as ice:

"So, they're late."

"Maybe it wasn't an accident."

"Huh?" Vodka was shocked: "Brother, what do you mean?"

Based on his years of work experience, he almost instinctively shouted out that guess:

"Is there a mole among us?!"

Gin gave the answer with his stern profile:

"Inform Bourbonkill, Coen Chianti."

"Let them withdraw with their people as well."

Vodka dare not delay any longer.

"Withdraw, everyone withdraw!"

He immediately sent retreat orders to the other two ambush groups.

Then he ordered the younger brothers who were following him to evacuate quickly.

In order to facilitate the ambush, these peripheral members were originally fully armed and guarding the car.

After giving the order to retreat, the ambush convoy instantly transformed into a turning convoy, and drove out of the hiding place in an orderly and mighty manner.

"Brother."

Vodka held the steering wheel in his hands, but he still hesitated in his heart:

"Is this really a mole?"

"Could it be that we're just overthinking it?"

"Be careful." Gin's attitude was still so firm.

He has suffered too many losses from undercover agents.

Even if there is only a slight disturbance in the wind and grass, the grass and trees must be guarded.

"But I feel like this doesn't make sense."

Vodka still has its own ideas:

"Brother, what do you think?"

"If there is an undercover agent between us, let the FBI, CIA and Japanese police know our operational information in advance."

"Shouldn't their best response be to use their tactics to lure us out?"

Vodka has a silly face but not a silly heart.

He can still understand these principles:

"Since they are trying to seduce us, they should show up more actively!"

"Why are the three families still refusing to show up just like they made an appointment?"

He expressed his doubts.

But he could think of all these doubts, so how could Gin not know:

"You're right, it should be like this."

"So there are only two explanations for the enemy not showing up yet:"

"One, my worries are just unfounded."

"There are no moles or undercover agents among us, and the enemy does not know the truth about this attack."

"Their collective tardiness was purely accidental and had no deeper reason."

"Then" Vodka was a little unwilling to hear: "Then we retreated in vain?"

"Retreating is to avoid the second possibility."

Gin's face quietly darkened:

"That means the enemy not only learned about our action plan in advance."

"And we also knew our hiding location in advance."

"So they don't have to lure us out at all."

"only need to."

"Initiate a direct attack on us!"

The words just fell.

It's like he has mastered the ability to follow his words.

The convoy of men in black evacuated their hiding place in a mighty manner and ran into two even larger convoys.

“It’s Gin’s Porsche!!”

There is almost no cover-up.

Such shouts suddenly sounded on the street.

"It's a note!!"

Gin's boys also reacted quickly.

The next second, dozens of engines from the enemy and ourselves roared at the same time, dozens of car windows rolled down at the same time, and dozens of pistols, rifles, and submachine guns of different models poked out.

The peaceful streets of Tokyo suddenly became passionate and lively like the streets of most other countries where the CIA is active.

"Damn, there really is an ambush!"

Vodka suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

Fortunately, Boss Gin was just in time and issued the retreat order in advance.

Otherwise, if a large group of enemy troops were to block the surrounding roads for just a few minutes at night, they would not be able to escape even if they wanted to.

"Fortunately, big brother is here."

Vodka breathed a sigh of relief at first.

But then his face turned ugly again.

Because now is really not the time to relax.

The enemy was still biting them crazily and chasing after them.

Of course, Vodka is confident that with his driving skills, he can escape from this hail of bullets with Boss Gin.

But what about the peripheral members?

They have almost fallen into a desperate situation of nine deaths, no, ten deaths and no life.

The peripheral combat capabilities carefully cultivated by such a large number of organizations are going to be ruined in vain?

The status of the other two action groups, Bourbonkill and Cohn Chianti, is still unknown.

The enemy even knew where Gin's team was hiding.

Can we still let them go?

Vodka gets chills all over when he thinks about it:

The underground forces deployed by the organization in Tokyo may be wiped out this time!

"Damn it. This damn undercover!!"

The sound of gunshots kept ringing in my ears.

Blood flowers kept blooming in front of my eyes.

Some are from the CIA, and some are from the Japanese Public Security Bureau.

But most of them belong to those who are peripheral members of the organization.

The situation has become so bad that even Gin can no longer sit firmly on the Diaoyutai.

He could only turn around with a slightly embarrassed gun, and kept shooting at the enemy vehicles chasing behind him.

Seeing this scene, I had already regarded the organization and my eldest brother as the meaning of life, and I was so angry that my eyes were splitting:

"Who is it? Who is it?!"

"Who betrayed us?!"

He used his angry brain to analyze and reason:

"Brother's hiding location is strictly confidential."

"Even Bourbon and the others don't know where we are hiding."

"The only ones who know about it are eldest brother, me, and these peripheral members who are following us."

"And these peripheral members were all temporarily recruited today and participated in the ambush without knowing it."

"Before the operation started, I checked their belongings one by one and confirmed that they did not carry any mobile phones, radios or other communication devices."

"They didn't know the action plan at all in advance. After the action started, they were under the surveillance of me and my eldest brother, and they cut off communication with the outside world."

"So the undercovers shouldn't be among these peripheral members."

Vodka felt like he was getting closer to the truth.

This undercover agent who can kill a thousand times, the mole who can't die even a hundred times, seems to be about to be found by him:

"If it weren't for these peripheral members, the only suspects would be me and my eldest brother."

"I'm not an undercover agent, so this undercover agent can only be a big one."

"."

"No, it's impossible!"

"Brother will definitely not be an undercover agent."

"Then this undercover agent can only be..."

"Forehead"

The air suddenly became very quiet.

Vodka's face darkened.

Then there was a terrible silence.

Although the scene was actually very lively, with engines roaring and roaring, bullets coming and going, Gin even fired a few shots backwards from time to time, seemingly not looking at him at all.

But Vodka still felt that the air in the car was eerily quiet.

It was as if there was a pair of eyes behind him, staring at him coldly.

Gudong

Vodka swallowed nervously:

"Brother."

"You know me."

On the other side, the ambush team led by Bourbon and Keir.

"Retreat, the operation is terminated?"

Mr. Bourbon was a little surprised when he received the order.

He never expected that what he was waiting for would be a retreat order.

"In the end what happened?"

"Why did Gin suddenly order a retreat?"

Bourbon knew nothing about the current situation.

Because after the operation started, he cut off contact with the Japanese police.

Even if he really wanted to call his companions at the police station to find out the situation, he still had to worry about the peripheral members of the organization around him, as well as Miss Keel.

Yes, Gere, who is also an undercover agent, is also someone he is wary of.

Unless absolutely necessary, Bourbon would never expose his undercover identity in front of her.

Because the CIA's undercover agents and the Japanese police's undercover agents are theoretically comrades on the same side, but in fact they are opponents who must be wary of each other.

Bourbon couldn't be sure. Rena Minami's reaction after knowing his identity was to look after each other and cooperate as equals with him.

Or act like a wild father of the CIA and force the Japanese police to share information.

Or worse, just stab him in the back at a critical moment.

Bourbon once suspected that Akai Shuichi deliberately killed his close friend Zhufu Jingguang in order to prosper within the organization.

This is not because of his dark psychology and malicious speculation.

But the FBI can really do this kind of thing——

All intelligence agencies are capable of this kind of thing.

For a professional agent, using the life of an undercover agent from another country to complete his mission at a critical moment is the most correct, standardized and reasonable operation.

Therefore, even among "friendly forces", we must be wary of each other.

"Did Gin notice our ambush in advance?"

"Is that why he suddenly ordered a retreat?"

"Damn it, I really want to call back."

Bourbon was worried, but he didn't dare to take any action.

Miss Keel on the side was the same way, her face forced to be calm, but there was hidden worry in her eyes.

It was obvious that her current situation was as embarrassing as his.

I wanted to call to find out the situation, but I was worried that there was a "big bandit leader" like him beside me.

that's all.

The two undercover agents glared at each other.

In the end, he could only obey Gin's orders and evacuate the scene with his own action team.

Not long after their convoy left the hiding place, they soon encountered the same situation as Gin and Vodka.

"It's someone from the organization——"

"Stop them quickly!"

Two large "enemy" troops happened to collide head-on with Bourbon and Kiel.

The two groups were all wearing black suits and did not wear any logos on their bodies, but their identities were surprisingly easy to distinguish:

One group is all Japanese.

One group was led by a few foreign devils, followed by a group of Japanese devils.

The former is obviously the Japanese police.

The latter is the CIA, or FBI.

"It should be the CIA"

Bourbon made a judgment based on the slightly hesitant action of Ms. Keel next to her in raising the gun.

"Why are the CIA and our police officers here together?"

Bourbon was a little confused about the situation.

But he soon saw his old friend and acquaintance, Officer Kazami Yuya, in the Japanese police's arrival team.

Officer Feng Jian poked his head out of the car nervously.

While pretending to shoot to block the attack, he gestured to him covertly.

Bourbon read a bad signal from this gesture:

"Plans have changed, run!"

His current mission is to run.

He ran back to the organization and continued to work as an undercover agent.

Otherwise, if he is arrested by the CIA or even the police himself, the scene will be embarrassing.

"Trouble"

Bourbon felt a little embarrassed.

It was not difficult for him to break out and escape.

However, the identity of the undercover agent is also highly confidential internally. Not all of the Japanese police officers in front of him know his true identity.

In other words, in the eyes of these public security colleagues who stood in front of him, he was "the ruthless gangster Bourbon."

They wouldn't give him any water at all.

You can't give him water either.

Otherwise, the acting will be too fake and people will see the flaws.

"Our hiding location was suddenly exposed, which shows that someone sold confidential information to the public security and CIA."

"Gin will definitely realize that there is an undercover agent among us."

Bourbon had a headache.

Although the mole this time is really not him.

But if the organization really wanted to find undercover agents, he would definitely be among the first to be found.

So the closer it gets to this time, the less likely it is to expose any flaws.

He must play the role of the bad guy well.

That is to say

"Is it true that I can only come here?"

Can you only shoot your own people?

Mr. Bourbon was very intolerable.

He is a kind man at heart.

Not to mention his colleagues in the Japanese police, he was reluctant to point his gun at "friendly forces" like the CIA.

But the undercover job is so overwhelming sometimes.

It means you have to use your own blood to make a certificate of surrender.

boom--

Bourbon is still struggling there.

Miss Keel set an example with her actions.

I saw that she really played herself into a ruthless underworld killer and a loyal member of the organization. As soon as the car window was rolled down, she fired several shots backwards with sharp movements.

The crisp sound of gunfire rang out.

What followed was a piercing scream.

She shows no mercy at all.

The attack was sharp and decisive, showing no flaws.

"You're so cruel to your own people."

"The CIA's training is really good."

Mr. Bourbon was also lamenting the professionalism of the employees of the friendly merchants.

But the next second, he realized something was wrong

"asshole--"

"This woman didn't hit the CIA with a single shot."

"The people she hit were all Japanese police!"

Bourbon's face darkened.