Conan: After teaching the protagonist, they offered their loyalty.

Chapter 211 Gin's FLAG

Back in his Porsche 356A, Gin glanced at Fukuro Jinji, who had somehow ended up in the back seat. "Do you have some time lately...?"

“Speak…” Fuheishener said, his head bowed as he chatted with Sherry.

"There's a task I need your help with." Gin took out a cigarette, glanced at the empty seat next to him, and lit it.

The vodka that used to grin and chatter away is no longer there.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't die, nor was he fired.

Recently, the celebrity Vodka was following held a fan gathering... and he approved the celebrity's vacation.

After Vodka left... Rum gave him a few more tasks.

Although he is in charge in Tokyo... he is still just a human being, and he still needs to cooperate when taking action.

Moreover... his identity is a sensitive issue in Tokyo.

Tequila has just finished a mission and also needs to take care of her children at home...

I doubt they'll be able to find the time.

Gin wouldn't go so far as to forcibly requisition it, after all... Vodka had his permission to take leave.

Cohen... was being bullied by a group of thugs... In a fit of rage, Chianti wiped out the group of thugs.

This has also attracted the attention of the police... and they need to lay low for a while.

As for Vermouth... I heard she recently disguised herself as someone from Teitan High School, saying she was gathering information... She seems quite free, but Gin doesn't want to do missions with her...

Bourbon...a fellow mystic, he didn't want to either.

So... I had no choice but to use the Cointreau that I happened to come across.

"Where's the vodka?" Only then did Vöhssen notice that the Porsche 356A had become much quieter.

Gin gave a cold explanation...

Fukushiro glanced at Gin with a nonchalant look. "Let's talk about the mission."

“Catching a little mouse… Bronx, a core member of the organization.” Gin bit his tongue with his canine teeth, his dark green pupils revealing a cold expression. “Once, one of the organization’s top intelligence agents.”

At this point, Gin paused for a moment, "The information about the codenamed members... and the information about the naturally evil brat, was leaked by him."

"FBI, or the police?" Fu Heishen clenched his fist... then released it, his expression indifferent.

"FBI, and I've heard Shuichi Akai will be there too." Gin sneered, rolling down the car window to let the smoke dissipate, then extinguishing his cigarette. "The organization has lost track of his movements in the US; he's very likely in Japan..."

My plan is...

Before Gin could even speak, Vossier interrupted, "I'll take the vodka bonus... and you'll have to cover the gas costs from now on."

That gentleman gave him his Mercedes-Benz G-Class, which has been in use since it was manufactured.

I haven't driven the Fuheshener much yet... mainly because the gas is too expensive!

Gin:.......

“Okay.” Gin did not refuse; the organization was currently well-funded.

Anyway, the money from Cointreau will eventually flow back into his hands.

As for the gas money... just deduct it from the money he lost gambling.

"The target will be taking the 22.00 train from Gunma Prefecture, passing through Tokyo." Gin started the car and slammed on the gas. "Killing him is simple, just blow up the train..."

As he said this, Gin glanced at Fushiguro Jinji in the rearview mirror.

"The second is to lure Shuichi Akai out and take him out as well." Gin's voice was icy cold. "His sniping is terrifying; he can accurately hit targets from 800 meters away. You need to be careful about that..."

Although he knew that Fukushiro was a Witcher... Gin still subconsciously reminded him.

“It’s very simple…” Fuheshen tapped the chair lightly. “If the intelligence is accurate, they will not survive.”

“Kil verified it…it’s perfectly accurate.” Gin let out a deep breath…

During the conversation... he had already driven the Porsche 356A onto the ambush tracks...

laugh...

At that moment, a flash of fire appeared... Gin's pupils contracted, and he tilted his head slightly.

A high-speed spinning bullet pierced the glass instantly... and struck the cushion behind it.

Fuheshen'er:........

What you just said was absolutely accurate.

This is a flag they've set.

"You go and kill Bronx, I'll handle things here..." After saying this, Fuheshel...

He kicked open the door of the Porsche 356A, pushed off with his foot, and leaped into the air.

Upon witnessing this scene, Gin's expression twisted slightly, and he abruptly turned the steering wheel, driving the car to a safe location.

He opened the train door... crouched down, turned the switch on his shoes, and ran towards the train at inhuman speed.

Peng...

At this moment, Fuheishen had just landed... before he could even stand still.

The rocket launchers around him, trailing faint plumes of flame, fired towards him.

Several fully armed FBI agents, armed with rocket launchers, stood ready, watching him.

"This is... asking for death." Fuheishen'er's lips curled into a slight grin.

It seems the other side has also carefully studied his intelligence...

However, within the organization, no one truly knew just how strong he was.

With these resources, it's far from enough to surround and kill him.

Swish!

Fuheishen took out the Soul-Releasing Blade from behind, its blade reflecting a sharp gleam.

Bow down... kneel down.

work hard!

boom!

The ground exploded instantly...

In that instant, Fuhesh'er's figure vanished from his spot... and he charged straight toward the FBI agents.

Several FBI members were visibly furious.

"What, what is this?!"

Before he could even utter a word, he was mercilessly sliced ​​to pieces by the blade.

A European woman, who was observing from a distance, was holding a walkie-talkie... and stood there stunned.

"Shuichi, run!" Judy's chest heaved as she spoke rapidly, "This kind of burst of power is no longer human. It's hard to believe, but it's true..."

"We must contact FBI headquarters. This is no longer at the level of espionage; it requires national intervention..."

pat...

At that moment, Fuhesh appeared behind her.

The Soul-Devouring Blade in his hand was pointed diagonally at the ground, dripping blood.

"Shuichi Akai..." Jin Fukuro's lips curled into a grin...

Judy broke out in a cold sweat instantly... Years of training had made her muscles react instantly.

He pulled out a pistol and fired at the other person.

boom...

A spark flew, but Fuheishen's head only grazed a streak of fire.

“I suggest you come over…” Perhaps it was just my imagination, but there seemed to be a faint black aura emanating from Fuheishen’er’s body. “If you leave now… she will die very quickly.”