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Before Qin Jiu and the others had time to react, there was another burst of messy and dense footsteps coming from the front:

"Turn on the night vision goggles and put on the gas mask."

"Tear gas, let it go!"

These enemies are clearly prepared.

They surrounded the stronghold, cut off the power supply, and before people appeared in front of Qin Jiu and the others, they threw several tear gas to clear the way.

"Rush in!"

"Gin and they're right here."

"Try not to shoot, give priority to catching alive!"

Footsteps, breathing, and shouting all around.

The enemy came from the dark to kill.

Qin Jiu and others were almost cornered.

There are no lights in the aisle, and the smoke of tear gas blocks the view, so "blindness" is no longer an exaggerated description here.

They all lost their vision and could see nothing.

You can only judge the direction by sound, and fight the enemy with intuition.

But at this time, you can't turn on the flashlight, or even shoot casually.

Because experienced old agents know:

To be the first to turn on the lights and shoot in the dark is to use the firelight to point the way to the enemy.

The enemy's guns are obviously more than theirs, and their firepower is stronger.

The space in the aisle is cramped and there is no place to dodge, even the sunset red spear technique of miscellaneous soldiers is difficult to miss.

At this time, actively revealing the position is turning yourself into a shining target.

"Damn..."

Gin felt something was wrong.

It wasn't that he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to escape.

Because even without a pistol, he is confident that he can kill these few miscellaneous soldiers blocking the way with melee combat alone.

But the problem is:

He lost his vision now, and he couldn't shoot casually, and he had to be busy guarding against enemy attacks amidst the noise.

The "inner ghost" vodka, which was standing not far in front of him, easily escaped his control.

If Vodka took advantage of the chaos to escape at this time, he might be powerless to stop it.

this bastard...

The Japanese police seemed to have discussed with Vodka in advance and came to cooperate with him, the "inner ghost".

"Vodka—"

At the risk of exposing his position, Gin couldn't help but drink loudly:

"Come here for me!!"

He was instinctively worried that he would not get any response.

He was worried that he would be captured by mistake, and then he saw Vodka put on a traitorous face, standing with a group of Japanese police officers, and appeared in front of him arrogantly.

But surprisingly...

"Brother, I'm here!"

"I'm still here, I've always been here!"

The sound of vodka penetrated the darkness and appeared in Gin's ears.

………………

Gin put down his guard against vodka for the time being, and fought side by side with him.

The two quickly broke through the siege and broke through the darkness.

And they go...

"Stop, stop."

"Everyone stop fighting."

"The gin and 'vodka' are gone."

Mr. Bourbon gave a soft drink.

The aisle of the stronghold, which was originally filled with killing noises, suddenly became quiet and peaceful.

"Kazemi? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, Mr. Bourbon."

"Miss Mizuno, are you alright?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Everyone even started booing each other.

Several CIA investigators at the scene, Japanese public security police officers, and cadres of organizations such as Bourbon, Keir, Ireland, and Curacao seemed to have become a happy family.

It was as if, their desperate fight just now was just a show.

The air grew quieter.

There was only one man left who hummed angrily and unwillingly:

"Ni... Ni Meng... This group of souls..."

His speech was slurred and as soft as a mosquito.

It wasn't until Bourbon fumbled and took out the cloth stuffed in his mouth that he cursed heartily:

"You all belong together, Bourbon!"

"Haha."

He was answered with a chuckle:

"You guessed it right, vodka."

"Didn't we admit it before? It's just that Gin doesn't believe it."

"Damn... I'm going to kill you!!"

Vodka was as angry as a mad lion.

But amidst this anger, there is a lingering fear:

"You, what did you all do to my elder brother?"

"Before I spoke just now, I was controlled by black hands—"

"The 'vodka' next to Big Brother now..."

"Who is it?!"

Chapter 663 Vodka is crazy

At the same time when vodka mentions national free housing…

"Vodka" and gin have escaped the chaotic battlefield.

They fled into the stronghold garage hand in hand, only a stone's throw away from the Porsche 356A they are all too familiar with.

"Vodka, get in the car."

Because of Vodka's previous sentence "I am", Gin has almost let go of his guard against this little brother.

And after going through this side-by-side struggle...

In a trance, Gin felt back to the past:

In the past, no matter how dangerous the situation was, someone would accompany him through life and death.

There is someone he can absolutely trust, and he can entrust his back to the other party with confidence.

Over the past decade or so, gin has gotten used to this feeling.

He couldn't even imagine the scene of performing tasks alone without vodka by his side.

So on this hasty escape, he left his back to vodka almost without defense.

But at this moment... at the critical moment when Gin habitually opened the rear door, wanting to get into his Porsche like in the past, and break out with vodka...

He suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Something cold pressed against his neck from behind——

Also "pierced" his heart:

"I'm sorry, brother."

Vodka raised his gun behind him and said.

"Vodka?!" Gin trembled.

At this moment, he seemed to be colder than before.

But this kind of cooling is not the same as before, which makes people's scalp tingling cold just by looking at it.

Not only is it not scary, but it is faintly desolate:

"Are you...really the ghost?"

There was a hint of disbelief in Gin's voice.

Or rather, I don't want to believe it.