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Qin Jiu's eyes flickered, and he remained silent for a long time.

After pondering for a long time, he sighed softly:

"I understand."

He takes one last look at the vodka before turning back to the black Porsche.

Before getting into the car, Gin subconsciously walked towards the back seat.

After he was slightly taken aback, he finally opened the front door stiffly, and finally sat in the empty driver's seat.

The car door is closed, and a world is separated from the vodka.

The lights came on and the engine started roaring.

Finally, the tires turned slowly, and the car was about to drive away.

But at the last moment when Gin was about to drive away from the stronghold...

The Porsche suddenly slowed down again.

"Vodka."

A voice came from far away in the car.

At this moment, no one could see Qin Jiu's expression.

But there was such a gentleness in this voice:

"Hide well..."

"Don't let me find it."

Chapter 664 Who is Chartler?

At the same time when gin and vodka bid farewell to life and death, on the other side...

"Bourbon! Keel! Curacao! Al..."

"Damn it, you bloody traitors!"

There are too many undercover agents, and Vodka can't finish scolding them all at once.

Tired of cursing, looking at the group of arrogant traitors in front of him, he couldn't help worrying about the organization and the fate of the boss of Gin:

"Brother, damn it..."

"How is my brother now?"

"Who is that bastard who pretended to be me? I'm going to kill him sooner or later!!"

At this point, someone finally answered his question:

"Who's that 'vodka' you ask me?'"

Mr. Bourbon spread his hands and raised his eyebrows:

"Sorry, I don't know that either."

"asshole…"

"I really do not know."

Bourbon replied calmly:

"He is not a member of our Japanese police."

"I know him as well as you do, Vodka."

"anyway--"

"About this question, you are not the only one who wants to know."

"We, the Japanese police, are also very interested in finding out."

This mysterious man remained flexible and moved freely in the dark, and easily took down the burly vodka with just one move.

He is at least a "pistol level" fighting master.

And he is also a master of disguise who is proficient in disguise and voice changing.

To sum it up:

This person's skills are not inferior to his Bourbon's, and his camouflage skills are comparable to Kaitou Kidd.

This kind of top-notch talent is rare in the whole world.

Bourbon has been in the industry for so long, so he knows that Lin Xinyi has this kind of ability.

And now that Mr. Noah casually dispatched such a master whose strength is comparable to Lin Xinyi, plus Ireland and Curacao who had exposed their identities before...

"Terrible intelligence power, technical power."

"There is also an elite-level special agent team..."

"The organization behind Mr. Noah really shouldn't be underestimated."

Thinking of this, Bourbon set his sights on Ireland with considerable concern.

Just listen to him tentatively saying calmly:

"Mr. 'Vodka' is your colleague, Ireland."

"Are you interested in introducing it to everyone?"

As he said that, Keir also glanced silently.

Said that their CIA also wanted to know more about this mysterious character sent by Mr. Noah for support.

Ireland, on the other hand, simply repeated Bourbon's earlier answer:

"Sorry, I don't know that either."

He just switched jobs this morning, and he really doesn't know where that fake vodka came from.

"Curaçao, what about you?"

Ireland thought Curacao was his senior in the new company.

"You don't need to know this for now."

Curacao really showed the omniscient demeanor of the "predecessors".

Although her qualifications are actually lower than that of Ireland, her working hours are half a day less than that of Ireland.

"In short, everyone just needs to know that he is also a member of Mr. Noah."

"Ha, it's quite mysterious."

"Well..."

Bourbon didn't ask any more questions, just looked down at his watch:

"Let's go straight away—"

"It's also time to 'break through' and join him with Gin Jiu."

"Yeah." Kiel, Ireland, and Curacao also nodded in tacit understanding.

They have to continue to cooperate and go back to the organization to lurk. Even if they have mutual suspicion, they have to wait until later.

"However, Curacao."

Before leaving, Bourbon still tried a word calmly:

"Is the vodka really at our disposal?"

Both Cohen and Chianti were transferred to the organization's underground hospital for treatment due to serious injuries, and the gin was also released as planned.

Then the unlucky Mr. Vodka is the only spoils of their operation today.

"About this 'trophy', Mr. Noah has no other requirements?"

"No." Curacao confirmed: "Mr. Noah does not need information on vodka."

"Whether it belongs to the CIA or the Japanese public security is up to you to discuss and decide."

"OK, then thank you, Mr. Noah."

Bourbon and Keel looked at each other.

They were not discussing how to divide the "spoils".

After all, in the face of the powerful CIA, the Japanese public security, as the intelligence department of a small ally, cannot monopolize the spoils anyway.

So there is no suspense about the ending of vodka:

Or they were taken back by the CIA and locked up.

Or it is under the supervision of the CIA and locked up here in the Japanese public security.

And what Bourbon and Keel are thinking to themselves now is actually:

Vodka is the confidant of gin.

He has far more intelligence than ordinary organization cadres.

But Mr. Noah didn't even look down on such an important person as vodka, so he threw it out and let the two of them fight for it.

Obviously, the depth of penetration of this mysterious organization into the "wine factory" and the wealth of information it possesses are even more powerful than what the other party has shown now.

It seems... Mr. Noah's undercover agents in the organization are not limited to Ireland and Curacao.

"Who else will be undercover?"

Bourbon and Keel are secretly sighing here.

Vodka has already shouted cursingly:

"Bastard... do you really think of me as a trophy?"

"Let me tell you, you bastards from the CIA and the Japanese Public Security...Even if my vodka is dead, if you beat me into a sieve, it's impossible for you to ask me a single word!"

The more Vodka scolded, the more emotional he became. If it wasn't for someone holding him down, he might have blood spattered five steps on the spot to show his ambition to death.