funbook-pk Chapter 179 What a long-awaited reunion!
Chapter 179 What a long-awaited reunion!
"Show! Pisco is moving towards the agreed-upon room, and Vermouth has left the venue!" Judy's fingers flew across the keyboard as she searched through all the surveillance footage, only to find layers of Japanese police on guard.
"But why did the Japanese police arrive so quickly? Has that organization already discovered us? Should we notify the agents lurking nearby to evacuate?"
Patting Judy's shoulder, Shuichi Akai pondered for a moment, then shook his head in denial: "No. Although there are organized spies within the police force, they wouldn't use them for this. That's not how organized operations work."
The need to deploy spies usually signifies a larger organizational operation, such as eliminating moles within the upper echelons, or the sacrifice of that Scotch whisky...
"When organizations try to silence witnesses, they prefer to suppress public opinion and leave no trace. Whether they succeed or not, no one will know. In their eyes, the Japanese police are just scavengers cleaning up trash after a mission."
Forgetting the image of him shooting himself, he pointed towards the direction of the black gate: "However, the young man seems to know the Japanese police. Edward can investigate his background. The rest of you continue to wander around the hotel, being careful of Vermouth's disguise."
“Okay.” Judy opened the communication channel to exchange intelligence with the only ally in the room: “Edward said he’s a police consultant, and it seems he was the one who called the police in advance… What? The agents responsible for tracking him on the perimeter just got shaken off by him!”
"Looks like this consultant isn't simple either." Shuichi Akai lit a cigarette, unsurprised. "I just wonder if he's playing Moriarty or Hercule Poirot."
"He had a very stable center of gravity when he moved. Although he tried to conceal his posture, he still instinctively revealed his defensive state the moment the lights went out, which was very noticeable among the big bosses who had been drained by wine, women, and money. However, most people would subconsciously focus their attention on his appearance when observing him, so I would say he was quite good at it."
His disappearance at such a crucial moment clearly indicates that he was also involved in this plan. Considering the other two members of the organization who also disappeared at this time, his destination is not hard to guess.
"We will proceed according to the original plan and gradually move towards the target area."
Judy gave the order and was about to report the progress of the task to her superiors when a broad hand covered her hand as she moved the mouse.
Shuichi Akai, his voice tinged with the smell of tobacco, said calmly, "We'll report again in half an hour, just in case. We're moving to the office floor of the building next door now. I've rented an office there in advance."
"Huh? But didn't it say..." Judy was utterly bewildered.
“James, one of my sources gave me some hints before I left,” Shuichi Akai exhaled a puff of smoke, dispersing it. “Pisco specifically requested that I, the undercover agent, be present. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to arrange a small welcome gift for me.”
Even within the FBI system, divisions persist regarding loyalty to different parties and politicians. Even if he trusts James not to hand him over, the newly appointed high-ranking officials might not be so sure.
"Let's just assume that the organization set up a signal jammer nearby, and we didn't have time to send a message."
Judy paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "Show, I trust your judgment."
Click.
Vodka opened the door, peered into the silent corridor, and raised the communications badge on his tie: "Big Brother, Rye and the others have started moving."
"Okay, I understand." Behind the miniature camera, under the privacy glass of the light blue sedan, Gin's gaze wandered among the various cameras the organization had infiltrated, and each tap of his fingertip marked the FBI agents hidden in the crowd.
"Vermouth has already smelled their fly nest. You leave as usual and wait for my attack signal."
“Gin, can you use a nicer analogy? I’m not at the level of you tracking Sherry.”
In the hotel's staff elevator, a kind-looking, weathered maintenance worker took out a dusty handkerchief and huffed and puffed as he counted his "repair tools."
Gin snorted coldly, ignoring the capricious fellow who had left the venue without permission, and simply warned, "Be careful. If it's like in London, Rum won't give Sharon Vineyard the status of a second daughter again."
"You don't need to worry about it."
Vermouth went to the hotel's electrical room and glued together the coin-sized remote-controlled explosives one by one: "Speaking of which, that old guy James didn't show up this time. Aren't you MI6 sisters (SIS) going to get together?"
"Vermouth, just say you miss the 'angel'."
Listening to the bickering of the older brother and sister in his earpiece, Vodka casually took off his sunglasses, his mind went blank, and he put on Yoko Okino's pink support bandana, using his true colors to disguise himself as he left the building.
Judy's gaze swept over the goofy otaku in the hall, and she immediately ruled out the dim-witted-looking Saburo Uozuka. She continued to observe the other people:
"Xiu, no suspicious persons have been found yet."
"Should we continue tracking Pisco?" Edward asked, covering his earpiece as he watched Yoshiharu Tawara frantically line up to enter the interrogation room.
"The people responsible for taking Pisco away from the rendezvous point are temporarily moved to the backup room. The other peripheral agents should gather slowly without arousing suspicion from the organization. By the way, has Pisco arrived at the transaction location?"
"Yes. He just hid in a blind spot of the camera with a suitcase, but we can confirm that the person who went in was indeed Pisco."
Shuichi Akai pressed the call-back button, and Kenzo Masuyama peeked out from the crack in the door, looking sneaky. After confirming that no one else was in the room, he carefully carried a heavy aluminum box to the back of the liquor rack and then remained silent.
"Contact Pisco and tell him that if Vermouth doesn't show up in five minutes, we will remove him from the field."
"Yes!"
"Shall we begin the operation in five minutes?" Kuromon Haruya cleared the messages on his phone, fastened the buckle on his waist bag, and pushed open the door to enter.
Click—the crisp sound of the fuse engaging rang out.
As Kuromon Yoya turned around, he saw through the gap in the liquor cabinet that the black muzzle of a gun was gleaming coldly, its sights directly connected to his heart.
"Butbel, why is it you who came?" From behind the wooden frame, an old voice trembled, whether from fear or excitement, it was hard to tell.
Haruya Kuromon produced a purple handkerchief: "This is the evidence you needed. I've temporarily stalled the police investigation for you. Vermouth is unavailable right now, so she asked me to help..."
“No, since you’re unwilling to answer, let me use a more accurate form of address.” Pisco was ready to pull the trigger at any moment, his killing intent locked on Kurokawa Haruya’s face.
"It's an honor to see you again, Boss."