Please make money.

In order to protect Asaka, he simply bit Rum's finger, forced himself to swallow poison and committed suicide, leaving a mark before dying.

This case was an unsolved case in the United States seventeen years ago, in which the famous capitalist Amanda Hughes and the shogi player were found dead in a hotel.

Her adopted daughter Asaka escaped and has been living in hiding ever since, but she should not be dead and is still planning to avenge her adoptive mother.

The Black Organization has been searching for the hidden Asaka, but has been unsuccessful, which has become a major worry for them.

Gin scoffed at this: "That's the fault of the executor at the time. That guy Rum is good at collecting intelligence, but doing something like this... humph."

Vermouth didn't say anything, just looked at her watch and fixed her makeup in the mirror.

Gin looked at the completely unfamiliar female reporter in the mirror and asked, "When are you going to start?"

"Theoretically, it would be more appropriate to take action after the fight is over, but in order to preserve the reputation of those big shots, it is better to take action right from the start, right?"

"Well, someone has called us. They will relax a bit in terms of security."

"That's fine - haha, as expected, those guys don't want these things to be made public."

"The country of Sakura hates people who cause trouble to everyone the most."

"Even if she's a good person?"

"A good person? A capital tycoon with his own private army is no different from us. Just because she dares to make it public, she is a good person?"

Gin has always treated Arya as someone who is the same as his own boss.

Although for now, what Alia is doing is indeed the same...

"Compared to that, I care more about the warthog next to her."

"What? Do you see your own shadow in her?" Vermouth looked at the mirror and glanced at Gin.

In a sense, Anlele and Gin are the same kind of people.

They are loyal, proactive, and more importantly, they lack respect for existing rules.

If Alia encounters an accident, An Lele is very likely to become the silver bullet that takes revenge on the Black Organization without any bottom line.

"Then I'll take care of them all together?"

"You can't do that. That An Lele is very strong. Avoid her. I checked the details of the last bomb. It was because she happened to go to Victory Records that she helped Alia intercept the attack."

Gin was very wary of Anlele and raised her status to a level comparable to that of a red team master like Akai Shuichi.

According to his intelligence, Alia herself is a cutie with no fighting power at all, all she has is status and position.

If An Lele hadn't protected her, she would have died eight times already...

Vermouth did not comment, but she did have a little extra information.

According to the vague information revealed by Curacao, she was not captured by An Lele...

But it doesn't matter. Vermouth's loyalty to the organization has always been wavering.

In a sense, she is also half a fun-loving person, and the kind of fun-loving person who ignores the rules.

It doesn't matter who dies, as long as she can survive and ensure that her angel is safe and sound, that's enough.

Gin lit a cigarette, and seemed to have noticed Vermouth's swaying: "Vermouth, you'd better be careful."

"what?"

"If your actions fail, I will help you replenish it."

He emphasized the two words "add", and given his lawless character, it was obviously not as simple as finishing off the enemy.

Maybe the Mihua City Hall will not be able to escape the fate of being demolished...

Vermouth pursed her lips and said, "Don't worry, I will let her go cleanly."

Watching Vermouth's leaving back, Gin narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Vodka came over and said, "Brother, the people are already in place, what about the follow-up?"

"Wait and see if Vermouth can complete the assassination on the field. If she can, there will be no need for follow-up."

"What if I can't?"

"If not, then detonate the pre-arranged bomb."

It's just that the bomb was not installed in the Beihua City Hall...

……

……

"Wow, are these guys so crazy?"

He looked at the bomb in front of him, then looked at the Mihua City Hall next to it, and then compared the height of the building.

Yu Cixin was amazed: "Master, this is definitely a blasting expert - who came up with this crazy plan?"

"What's wrong? What's the problem?" Amuro Toru's voice came from the headset.

Or maybe it's Furuya Rei - anyway, it's fine, the aibo from Sakura Empire.

Yu Cixin squatted down and looked at the bomb: "Xiao Lingzi, your gunpowder storage in Chongying was stolen recently, right?"

"...How do you know about the theft of the Japanese gunpowder magazine? What did you see?"

"Bombs, lots of bombs." Yu Cixin estimated the amount of explosives: "It's no small project to blow this building down."

And it’s not something that just any ordinary person can do, he’s so professional at blasting, an architect?

"Has any architect had any problems recently?"

"A batch of plastic explosives was stolen from the Oriental Explosives Storehouse a while ago. As for the architectural designer... Mr. Moriya Teiji, the designer of the Beika City Hall, disappeared a few days ago."

"No wonder they dare to use such a plan..."

Yu Ci calculated that if this building was blown down, and the building tilted due to the explosion, the Mihua City Hall next door would be destroyed in an instant.

This type of joint blasting plan is not uncommon in the professional field.

Many high-rise buildings can also kill a few of their neighbors during blasting, saving some explosives for the construction party.

"But the only one who can do this professionally is probably the designer himself..."

She stood up, dusted herself off, and adjusted her name badge.

Her current identity is a field worker of the Black Organization, and Gin sent her here to participate in a mission.

The task is simple: make sure no outsiders enter the building.

Yu Ci thought to himself that this mission was too stupid. Wasn't it obvious that there were things in there that couldn't be seen by outsiders?

So he found an excuse to take a paid dump and searched the building. He easily found the bombs that were simply hidden.

After telling Furuya Rei about the possible consequences, even though Furuya Rei was brave enough to be an undercover agent, he remained silent for a long time.

Are you going to play it that hard?

The confrontation between the Black Organization and Alia has escalated to this point, it's really terrifying.

It was just a simple hostage situation at first, but now they are heading straight for destroying the building...

At that time, Alia was holding a press conference next door, and the building here collapsed, and the top floor lobby of the Mihua City Hall disappeared in an instant.

Don't ask, it's a construction accident.

"What should we do? Try to dismantle it?"

"I will contact them and ask them to stop the press conference immediately and arrange for someone to defuse the bomb."

"I say, is it appropriate for you to be ridden on like this?"

Yu Ci Xin wiped his hands, spread out the broken pieces of the bomb in front of him, and studied its internal structure.

She was still in the leisurely mood to chat with her companions, as if what was in front of her was not a bomb but a lunch box.

In fact, this is the case - the guy who planted the bomb is good at blowing up buildings, but his method of making bombs is too technical.

Who among the decent people can cut the thread?

In the training subjects given to everyone by the Ninth Bureau, all the bombs were wrapped with thick tape to prevent them from moving.

There are even metal shells welded on the outside, with a level and stabilizer installed inside. They will explode if moved, so no one is allowed to touch them.

You're still cutting the cord. You've watched too many movies, right?

"We didn't want something like this to happen. We can only say that the Black Organization is really too rampant."

"I don't know if it's outrageous or not, but it's a bit outrageous that this thing has been active in your territory for half a century."

After easily defusing the bomb in front of him, Yu Ci Xin put away the pliers and looked at the countdown.

Well, six seconds, that would be enough time to defuse all the bombs.

"Leave the building immediately. I have notified the mobile team."

"What about Alia?"

"What they meant was that the press conference would be held as normal and they would never compromise with the evil forces."

"Are you crazy?" Yu Ci Xin frowned. When did this good schoolmate of hers become so stubborn?

Seeking benefits and avoiding harm, isn't that the case?

"But they changed the venue of the press conference to the square in front of the Beihua City Hall."

"Ah, this... outside?"

"Yes, outside in the square."

"What about security?"

"We are making changes on the spot. It's very troublesome."

"Why does it taste wrong..."

Yu Ci Xin touched his chin, feeling like something was wrong, but nothing seemed to be wrong.

He discovered the bomb and warned of the danger.

The good sister still wanted to expose the problem, but she knew she shouldn’t risk entering the building, and chose the empty building plaza instead.

...So why doesn't she move farther away?

"There are too many reporters, and there is no more suitable venue at the moment."

Oh, that's how it is.

Yu Cixin checked the time and said, "Okay, you guys get busy, I'll go catch a few people."

"Catch who?"

"Gin, Vodka, these two are obviously the core members of the Black Organization. I want to capture them and interrogate them thoroughly."

"...Don't take risks that you can't do."

"How do you know I can't do it?"

"How can you do that? Two against one, no matter how fast your gun is, it won't be enough."

Yu Ci Xin picked up the bomb and held it in her arms.

"I'll go negotiate terms with them. Shoot? I want to see who dares to shoot."

……

……

"There's no point in shooting. I can kill them first if I shoot first."

Alia said this, opened the car door and walked out.

Lele followed behind and sighed helplessly, feeling that time was running out.

I am a little worried about the self-torture tactic.

If the master knew about this, even if he didn't beat me to death, he would probably still break one of my legs, right?

Use a stick that thick - made of iron - solid - to break it directly.

Even though I am a sports student, is it possible that I cannot withstand a beating from my master?

After getting off the car, there is a long red carpet and people on both sides are clearly divided.