Toru Amuro struggled to open his eyes. The moment he regained consciousness, he felt extremely tired. His whole body seemed to have been run over by a heavy truck, and he could hardly feel his own body.
He was panting in a daze, and this breath seemed difficult. He wanted to try to lift his arms, but he only moved his fingers slightly.
This is……
What's wrong?
My thoughts are stretched like a cassette tape, and everything in the outside world seems to be separated by a layer of film. It is obviously close at hand, but it is like an old TV with flickering snowflakes...
Toru Amuro struggled to identify. He saw the red-haired young man in the co-pilot looking at him worriedly. The little boy with a bandage stuck his head out from the gap in the front seat and was looking at him with an observation, or in other words, an analytical look.
...That look in his eyes made a chill ooze from the bottom of his heart. At the same time, the film seemed to be broken——
Then he heard his own voice.
The same voice belonged to Bourbon's malice and indifference: "Gin, when did you become so considerate?"
…!!
Toru Amuro raised his head with difficulty and looked in the rearview mirror, and saw the black-haired boy pressing the communication button.
After finishing dealing with the gin, Kamishiro Kiyokazu stood up with a sigh and reached for the driver's seat, wanting to take Toru Amuro's cell phone to find some information temporarily, so as not to reveal the truth later, and found that Toru Amuro was awake.
His eyes immediately lit up with surprise: "Senior Amuro, are you okay?"
Toru Amuro blinked.
At the same time, thoughts such as "being tricked by the mafia" that popped up in my mind were suppressed, and confusion resurfaced.
"You suddenly disconnected just now, and the gun fell to the ground and made a sound. Mr. Ginjiu is very alert."
Kamishiro Kiyokazu spoke quickly and clearly, "I took your number and told him that a driver had just come over. I was changing positions with the driver so that I could handle the rye with both hands. He said that the driver remembered to handle it. I said that he was considerate.
"
"That's probably it."
The black-haired boy reached out and touched his forehead, "Amuro-senpai, are you okay?"
Toru Amuro: "..."
He could feel that his thinking process had gradually recovered.
It's just that the body, like an aging circuit, is still poorly connected.
Why?
Did he hit it?
When this thought flashed across his mind, Toru Amuro almost thought of the wonderfully-looking pot of fish soup made by Dazai Osamu, as well as the avoidant attitudes of Kamishiro Kiyokazu and Oda Sakunosuke.
...That's right.
--hateful.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu opened a bottle of mineral water and tried to feed Amuro Toru a drink.
The co-pilot, Sakunosuke Oda, had picked up the gun that had fallen to the ground and wasted no time getting familiar with it.
——Different guns shoot different bullets, so using your own gun may leave flaws.
——In addition, theoretically, Toru Amuro should be in the passenger seat at this time, so when Toru Amuro cannot move, Sakunosuke Oda, who is in the passenger seat, must be prepared to shoot from the passenger seat.
Dazai Osamu looked at the area map on his mobile phone, estimated the surrounding sniper points through the one-way viewing film, and thought: "Odasaku can open the window, and the sniper's field of view cannot see the car... Ah, wait.
You may need to stretch out your hands...take off your coat, the color is wrong."
Underneath the sand-colored windbreaker is a black shirt, which is the right color.
Toru Amuro: "..."
He looked at Osamu Dazai in the rearview mirror.
Purple-gray eyes full of accusation.
Kamidai Kiyawa and the others were very repelled by Dazai Osamu entering the kitchen... even after the fish soup was served, they did not seriously stop him... Kamidai Kiywa's attitude of determined to follow... the tireless pursuit, the excitement, the sudden surge, and the
The sleepiness that causes coma, as if the accumulated fatigue exploded in an instant...
As a detective with good reasoning skills, Toru Amuro can easily figure out the cause and effect when there are enough clues.
——Dazai-kun’s cooking is so amazing, isn’t it?!
——Simply the source of evil.
Oda Sakunosuke took off his coat as instructed.
Seeing that Amuro Toru couldn't drink water, Kamishiro Kiyoshi couldn't even speak, so they moisturized his lips and put the water bottle away. According to the original plan, they flipped through Amuro Toru's cell phone and said: "Oda Tsukuru"
, you put Amuro-senpai in the back seat, and I'll crawl over. - There still needs to be a driver."
Especially when they can't get out of the car without being seen by snipers.
Being half-carried, half-carried and stuffed into the back seat·Toru Amuro: "..."
With a cute and pleasing smile on his face· Osamu Dazai: "..."
Toru Amuro: "..."
Osamu Dazai: "..."
In the atmosphere where the two of them could stare at each other for eternity, arguing and getting confused again and again, Kamishiro Kiyoshi, who was sitting in the driver's seat, turned on the engine, started the car slowly, moved a little, and hit the front of the car against the wall.
"..."
Kamidai Kiyawa pondered for two seconds and then made a blaming comment: "This car...has been modified?"
He looked serious, as if an old driver commented, "It's not very smooth."
Toru Amuro: "..."
Are you distracted during the New Year cleansing season?
How could he meet these amazing people who deceive his teammates!! - This is no longer an ordinary pit. It cannot be described as a meteorite crater. - Toru Amuro thought numbly.
cough.
Although he has a special job, as a minor, Kamishiro Kiyokazu still lacks driving experience, but his top results in racing games make him full of confidence. While getting familiar with the car, Kamishiro Kiyokazu listened to Oda Sakunosuke: "Chief, should we change positions? I
I don’t want to kill anyone.”
"Ah, I didn't intend to kill anyone in the first place."
Kamishiro Kiyokazu explained, "Besides, Mr. Rye is probably the FBI's trump card, so it would be good if he can hit him."
After all, it’s No. 1 in the Zero Group of the Japanese Public Security Bureau.
If he wasn't a strong rival, he wouldn't be worthy of Senior Feng Gu's attention, right?
He didn't explain more.
As for Odasaku, who still doesn't know the identity of Furitani-senpai as an undercover Japanese police officer, how can he start from the beginning? You know the relationship between Japan and the United States. Paper can't cover up the fire. If one day Bobo's true identity is exposed, the FBI
Did you know that the Japanese police had killed their ace, and it had a bad impact?
trouble.
Fortunately, Odasaku is not the type to get to the bottom of things.
and--
One thing he didn't want to say was that Odasaku's height was relatively close to Furitani-senpai's, and the horizontal position of shooting when disguised would be closer... I guess.
Oda Sakunosuke nodded slightly and looked out the window warily.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu quickly got started with Mazda.
Dazai Osamu ended the staring game unilaterally and raised his chin, "Will someone really come here..."
The words were not spoken yet.
Kandao Kiyawa suddenly felt a sense of danger, and his intuition was warning him. There was no doubt that someone—probably Rye Whiskey—was targeting him...
And no shots were fired within 5 seconds.
Are you afraid that the sound of shooting will attract Gin and the others?
"Bang."
Kamidai Kiyoka lowered the window, fired a bullet and said hello, and turned the steering wheel with the other hand——
The more afraid you are, the more I want to do this.
Even if Furitani-senpai prefers to "reminisce about the past" with Mr. Rye alone rather than attract other people's personas, it doesn't matter, and the communication is not open, so you can edit it.
Oda Sakunosuke was moved to a suitable shooting position.
Dazai Osamu moved Toru Amuro to a safer position, further away from the window glass, while he himself lowered himself closer to the car window, his eyes shining brightly.
It’s like the beginning of a drama——
a!
Shuichi Akai is in a small building on the street.
Three floors.
Similar to Gin's brain circuit to some extent, Akai Shuichi also felt that the other route was safer. He asked his FBI colleagues who came to take over to take that route and came here alone.
...He saw Bourbon's car.
If you can leave the bourbon before leaving, you can make up for the regret of not being able to grab the gin.
Akai Shuichi narrowed his eyes and aimed at the driver's seat.
——No matter who the driver is, it’s right to kill him first.
"Bang."
As if he sensed something, the person inside fired a shot into the air first? Then the car turned a corner, and a hand holding a gun stuck out of the passenger window and opened fire on him without hesitation!!
Dazai Osamu handed the bullet magazine he found from Amuro Toru's clothes to Kamishiro Kiyokazu.
Keep the Kamishiro Kiywa within easy reach of Oda Sakunosuke.
He made a "shh" gesture and opened the communication.
No one needs to speak up.
Gunshots are the best response.
In the communication, Gin was indeed mobilizing troops. Kamishiro Kiyokazu listened for a while, and it seemed that a sniper named Chianti first noticed the movement here and reported it. In addition, he also heard a string of wine names, Cohen, Chianti.
Er, Ireland or something, I remembered their voices by the way.
"Bourbon, hold on to the rye."
——Not here.
——Didn’t hear it.
Kiyowa Kamishiro maintains high quality diving.
Although there was a sniper sound, couldn't it have come from other members' headsets?
He has studied this encrypted channel, and it does not show who has turned on communication and who has not, nor does it show who said which words. It is very convenient to fish in troubled waters.
……All right.
——At this point in time, it can only be bourbon, but it makes sense to be addicted to gun battles and not be distracted.
Press down on communication.
Kamidai Kiyoka mentally reviewed the nearby map and the distribution of codename members of the black organization. He felt that they might be finished when the large army arrived. After all, the situation in the car was a bit complicated... Well, for Gin's sake, in fact, they
It would be better for both parties to drive after Rye and disappear first.
Is it time for Rye to run away too?
Shuichi Akai is indeed ready to withdraw.
Gin will definitely be attracted by such movement, and there are no telling how many crows will follow...
Did Bourbon hide his clumsiness before?
Several times, as if before he knew it, Bourbon's bullets hit the spot where he was about to arrive. If it had not been geographically advantageous and there were enough bunkers, he might have landed here.
What a good opponent.
With dark green eyes shining coldly and faintly excited, Akai Shuichi jumped from the third floor, landed on the Buick that he had picked up in advance, and evacuated towards the planned route. - He drove out of the car.
z-shaped.
——This is Tokyo, the FBI's response is not strong enough, and the investigators need to find a way to save themselves.
——This Buick is already the best car he has found within the scope of permission.
The car windows are not bulletproof, which is normal. No ordinary citizen would replace that kind of glass. Fortunately, the car owner seems to be a racing enthusiast. This Buick has been rebuilt...
"boom!"
Pressing the accelerator to the bottom produced a huge propulsion force. Akai Shuichi used the sudden acceleration to avoid the bullet from behind, but he happened to be hit by another bullet.
……here we go again.
——The kind of marksmanship that seems to be predicted.
"Ah, can't you catch up?"
Dazaiji's intention is still not quite clear.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu was still paddling and driving when he saw a black Porsche overtaking him with cool driving skills, and the paddling became more obvious.
He was a little shocked: "Why does vodka also go on the wall?"
Recall that Furitani-senpai also drove wildly when he was escaping in Yokohama.
Feng shui in Tokyo...
It really nourishes people.
I always feel that there is a hint of gravity control in these wonderful driving skills, but the young leader who has seen Vodka with his own eyes knows that the other person is not a superpower, and Toru Amuro is said to be holding up his body in the back seat.
Oda Sakunosuke: "I should have hit him in the waist."
He put away the gun, "What's next?"
Kamishiro Kiyokazu switched off the autopilot and looked back, "Amuro-senpai?"
By this time, they had broken away from the first echelon that was holding the tightest target. Judging from the progress, it was estimated that the black organization's operation was almost over.
It doesn't matter whether Rye lives or dies, as long as he doesn't die at the hands of Japanese undercover police officers.
Toru Amuro slowly stood up, sat up, and looked helplessly at the three pairs of eyes looking at him, feeling more tired than ever before.
"Still can't speak?"
Oda Sakunosuke cares about the road.
"Can you type?"
Kamishiro Kiyokazu tried to hand him the phone.
"Do you want to drink water? If so, blink your eyes, but don't blink a hundred times?"
Osamu Dazai followed and joined in the fun.
Toru Amuro: "..."
I can see that you really want some water.
"Jingle bell."
The cell phone that was handed to me suddenly rang.
Toru Amuro looked at the caller ID, which represented Belmod's name, and his pupils trembled.