Ke Xue: Shinichi and I are childhood friends.

Chapter 1343 The Black Organization's Counterattack

Judy ordered Bill, David, George, and Page to go to the parking lot to support Carmel and Mark.

The remaining group, Daniel and Henry, stayed put, keeping an eye on Chianti and Cohen.

Chianti and Cohen were also trapped. Their location was in an open space with no cover, and if they wanted to escape through the door, they would have to expose themselves to the enemy.

Being ambushed and losing the initiative, especially with Chianti being shot in the shoulder and unable to use the sniper rifle properly, Cohen alone simply couldn't handle two people.

The moment it peeked out, it was sniped; it was clearly being watched closely.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Chianti cursed incessantly, she was furious.

Cohen, however, remained as calm as ever, hunching his shoulders behind the wall and speaking into the radio: "Vermouth, what do we do now?"

The fact that he managed to speak in complete sentences was enough to show that the situation was extremely urgent.

"Don't rush, Cohen," Vermouth's calm voice rang out. "Do you know where they are?"

"Hmm," Cohen replied briefly, then provided a coordinate.

"I'll send Kiel over there. You stay here and provide support as needed."

"learn."

Vermouth looked at Rena Mizunashi: "Kir, did you hear that?"

Rena Mizunashi nodded calmly, "I heard you, I'll be right there." With that, she turned and ran toward the location Cohen had given her.

Vermouth took a deep look at Rena Mizunashi's retreating figure.

In fact, she had never been able to dispel her suspicions about Rena Mizunashi. The reason they acted in pairs was partly because there was no one else around, and partly because it was a way of monitoring them.

However, since they hadn't found any evidence or leverage, and Rena Mizunashi had been behaving very well during this time, they stopped pressing the issue.

Vermouth suspected Rena Mizunashi during the FBI ambush, but again, she had no evidence.

She sent Rena Mizunashi to support Cohen and Chianti, without worrying at all that they might do something underhanded.

If Rena Mizunashi is an undercover agent, she will definitely do everything in her power to rescue Cohen and Chianti in order to maintain her undercover identity; if she is not an undercover agent, wouldn't that be even better?

Next... Vermouth looked towards the parking lot.

It's gin and vodka.

I wonder if the support Rum mentioned has arrived.

If I'm not mistaken, it should be that man, right?

···

in the parking lot.

Gin and vodka, and Camerk were locked in a brief stalemate.

"Brother, shouldn't we leave as soon as possible?" Vodka said with some concern.

Gin's face was icy: "Before we leave, let's deal with these two rats first."

Vodka opened his mouth but didn't dare say anything. He just told his brother to do whatever he wanted.

"Make your move. You go from that side," Gin ordered, then crouched down and slipped behind the car in front, making his way towards Cameron's position.

"Bang bang bang!" Several bullets missed their mark and landed on the ground.

Gin stared coldly at the bullet holes on the ground, a cruel smile creeping across his lips: "FBI rats..."

He glanced across at the other side, and Vodka moved to the same spot as him.

The two men simultaneously moved toward their target.

Carmel and Mark are now very nervous. They never expected that the seemingly sure thing would be turned around in the blink of an eye.

"David, have you arrived yet?" Carmel asked his companion anxiously.

“Right away!” David replied over the radio.

Carmel and Mark exchanged a glance, cautiously peeking out half their heads to observe, but were greeted by several bullets whizzing past their scalps, startling them so much that they quickly withdrew.

The two men looked rather grim. The roles of hunter and prey had been reversed, and now it was their turn to be hunted.

Gin and Vodka quickly positioned themselves to the side of the two men and, without hesitation, raised their guns and fired.

Carmel and Mark fought back while fleeing in panic.

"Ah!" Mark screamed as he was shot in the thigh.

"Mark!" Cameron was startled and was about to go over to help, but Gin fired several bullets at him, forcing him to cower behind the car, unable to move.

Just as Carmel was getting anxious, a series of gunshots suddenly rang out in the parking lot.

Carmel's spirits lifted; David and the others had arrived!

In an instant, the positions of hunter and prey were reversed again, and it was Gin and Vodka who were now completely overwhelmed.

"Brother! What do we do?" Vodka shouted anxiously. He had told us to retreat as soon as possible, and now look what happened, we're surrounded!

At least four people came after hearing the gunshots.

"Shut up, vodka!" Gin snapped.

He hadn't expected the reinforcements to arrive so quickly, and he felt a little embarrassed, but as the eldest brother, he had to maintain his composure at all times.

Gin questioned over the radio, "Vermouth, Gil, Cohen, Chianti, what are you doing? Why aren't you providing support?"

Vermouth's voice came through the radio shortly after: "Stop cursing, stop cursing, it's on its way. (crossed out)"

"Chianti was shot, Cohen was pinned down by the FBI and couldn't leave, Geer has already gone to help, and I'm on my way to the parking lot."

"Also, Rum just contacted me saying that reinforcements have arrived."

Rum? Gin was taken aback, then his eyes widened in surprise. Could Rum's support be that man?

The thought had barely crossed my mind when a flippant voice came through the radio.

"Hey, isn't this Gin? It's only been a short time, and you've gotten so much worse?"

"Bourbon!" Gin gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

He and Bourbon were already at odds, and this time he made such a mess of things, not only did Bourbon find out, but he also had to ask Bourbon for help. It was a complete disgrace to Tokyo Bay.

Amuro Tooru, hiding in a corner, observed the FBI agents approaching Gin and Vodka. He calmly said, "It's me. What's wrong, Gin? Do you need backup?"

Gin nearly crushed his earphones, but he suppressed the urge: "Stop talking nonsense, carry out Rum's orders."

"Tch." Amuro Tooru curled his lip. He had wanted to tease Gin, but he didn't expect Gin to bring up his boss.

Amuro Tooru raised his gun, secretly aimed it at the forehead of one of the FBI agents, slowly lowered the muzzle, and then pulled the trigger: "Bang!"

"Ah!" Bill screamed as he was shot in the back, the gun slipping from his hand.

"An ambush?" David and his men were taken aback. They quickly ducked down and dragged the wounded Bill behind the car.

"Bill, are you alright?!" David asked anxiously.

"No, it's nothing! Don't worry about me, go catch Gin!" Bill replied, panting through his pain.

“But…” David hesitated for a moment.

"Don't worry about me, go!" Bill shoved David hard.

David stumbled and fell.

"Bang!" A bullet pierced David's thigh.

Bill: "..."

David: "...Ah!"

Bill panicked: "Would you believe me if I said I didn't do it on purpose?"

David: I don't believe you for a second! You're the mole, aren't you?