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Okiya Subaru's eyes were so quiet that no one could see any emotion.

And Ireland's face was still so cold.

The two looked at each other silently.

The air quietly became oppressive.

It seemed that the next second was going to bleed.

finally…

"Oh, you really have a backbone!"

"It's just that the vision is a little worse."

Ireland suddenly showed a candid smile.

He turned his head back to concentrate on watching the road, and said in that willful and free tone:

"Don't think of me as a third-rate kidnapper who likes to kill innocent people indiscriminately, kid."

"Just you? But it's not worth letting me silence."

With that said, Ireland also made a promise to him:

"Wait until the intersection ahead, and I'll let you down."

"Go back and reunite with your teacher."

This free and easy performance of releasing the hostages is quite a bit of a thief's demeanor.

I didn't expect that this guy from Ireland was vicious on the surface.

It's actually quite reasonable...

What a ghost of morality!

Okiya Subaru silently rolled his eyes inwardly.

He has been in the organization for so many years, and he really knows the virtues of these old colleagues too well.

The courses of the FBI and CIA are deliberately training agents to be shameless.

Can the cadres of the organization still talk about the morals of the world with you?

How many morally good people do intelligence work have?

"This guy probably wants to leave me at the intersection..."

"Then shoot me in the thigh to force Mr. Lin to stop for rescue?"

"In this way, Mr. Lin and Miss Chris are dragged down by me, the wounded, and can no longer chase him."

After thinking about it for a while, Okiya Subaru saw through the little trick hidden in Ireland's heart.

It's a good idea to be honest.

He would have done the same in his place.

but…

"You've run out of chance for these little tricks, Ireland."

Okiya Subaru's eyes gradually turned cold.

Although the FBI's support is not in place yet.

But he also realized that there might be a big problem with Gin, and realized that the CIA, or the Japanese public security, might have been far ahead of their FBI.

At this point, it doesn't make sense to hide your identity any more.

It is better to keep him here before Ireland escapes completely.

Although he failed to catch gin as he expected.

There is also a high probability of being intercepted by friends.

But no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat... It's better to catch an Ireland than nothing.

So Okiya Subaru secretly stretched his hand into his bosom, and gripped the pistol hidden in the lining of his jacket.

In the next second, the muzzle of this gun will be on Ireland's head.

But at this moment...

Jingling, ringing, ringing, a burst of mobile phone ringing suddenly broke the delicate calm.

"Who's calling?"

Ireland hesitated.

Because the caller ID is a completely unfamiliar number.

Okiya Subaru was silent for a while... Then he pricked up his ears calmly, and let go of the gun quietly.

Finally, the call was connected.

The voice on the other end of the phone was actually a male voice obviously synthesized by machinery:

"Hello, Mr. Ireland."

"Who are you?!"

Ireland asked warily.

The other party shouted out his code name in the organization.

Obviously it can't be an accidental harassing phone call.

And at this time, only the mechanical male voice said:

"It doesn't matter who I am."

"The important thing is, Mr. Ireland, do you want to live?"

"Oh, pretending to be a ghost!"

"I'm living a good life now...you don't need to talk nonsense!"

"is it?"

There was no ups and downs in the tone of the mechanical male voice, but what he said next was enough to make Ireland feel the sting of being ridiculed:

"Do you really think that your life is not threatened in any way?"

"Do you really think that Gin and the organization have complete trust in you?"

"Do you really think that such a mortal task like today will not fall on you next time?"

"..."

Ireland was silent for a while.

The mysterious man had exactly what was on his mind.

And he also had to secretly marvel at the other party's understanding of the internal situation of the organization.

So Ireland unconsciously chatted with the mechanical male voice.

And Okiya Subaru also looked dignified, secretly guessing the identity of this mysterious person.

"Who are you and why do you know this?"

"I said, it's not important."

"The important thing is, Mr. Ireland, do you want to get rid of these troubles?"

"Can you help me?"

"can."

"Then how can you help me?"

"We'll talk about the specifics later."

"Heh... Empty words are useless."

"I don't care if you are the FBI, the CIA, or any other insider in the organization... Wouldn't it be too naive to persuade me to work for you with just a few words?"

"..." The mechanical male voice was silent for a while.

But it didn't directly answer Ireland's question afterwards.

Instead, he said to himself:

"Mr. Ireland, first let me help you solve the current difficulties."

"Huh?" Ireland was slightly taken aback.

"You're still being chased, aren't you?"

"Yes... you want to help me?"

Ireland looked around warily:

"Are you around here?"

"I don't need to be nearby to help you."

As soon as the words fell, the red light at the intersection ahead, which was counting down to ten seconds, suddenly turned into a green light.

The passing traffic stopped for an instant.

When Ireland arrived, it happened to pass through unimpeded.

And as soon as he drove through the intersection, the green light turned red again, and the stalled traffic began to move again.

The pursuit vehicles driven by Lin Xinyi and Chris behind were inevitably delayed by these traffic flows.

"This..." Ireland was surprised.

He thought it was just an accidental coincidence.

But after passing through several intersections in a row, every time such a "coincidence" will happen as scheduled.

Ireland just drove over with a green light all the way.

After passing through a few intersections, the vehicles driven by Lin Xinyi and Chris behind him had disappeared without a trace.