Chapter 150: I'm sorry, Xiaolu

Da, da.

The crisp sound of a crutch hitting the concrete floor.

With a black cap and a slightly hunched emaciated body, he struggled to walk towards him on crutches. Shuichi Akai pursed his lips slightly and sensed something was wrong, but he still leaned against the load-bearing pillar and did not move, witnessing the old man sitting motionless in the iron chair in the center of the FBI's encirclement.

Even, he yawned and looked very leisurely.

Shuichi Akai chose to ignore it, and he continued to wait for his prey to come to the door, but the hand hidden in his pocket was clearly gripping the pistol and ready to fight.

But at this moment, the FBI investigator hiding behind the iron bucket rushed out without thinking, he quickly ran to the old man in the cap, bent his knees slightly and reminded in non-standard Japanese: "Old man, you can't sit here, it will be very dangerous, please leave quickly!" โ€

"Is that so? Ahem, thanks for the reminder. The old man in the cap coughed twice and then stood up, and quickly prepared to leave the place.

Shuichi Akai, who witnessed all this, knew that the plan could no longer be executed, and if he waited any longer, he was afraid that he would be surrounded and suppressed by the people of the organization. The eyes fell on the old man who left on crutches, is it a grassroots officer? Or is it a codename member in disguise?

"Kamel."

"What's wrong? Mr. Akai? โ€

"Prepare to retreat, most of that person just now is a member of the organization, and our plans have been exposed."

โ€œ๏ผŸ๏ผโ€

Andre Carmel's body couldn't help but shake, he didn't expect that his kindness and impulsiveness would actually ruin Mr. Akai's plan, wouldn't that expose Mr. Akai as an undercover agent of the FBI?

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and was a little depressed, if only he had thought more about it with his brain just now, how could there be an old man in such a remote abandoned warehouse.

What a damn one! This is a long-term infiltration mission arranged by the headquarters, but it failed because of its own recklessness.

Shuichi Akai said to the FBI investigator who was hiding in the shadows, "All retreat, cancel the plan." โ€

"Yes!"

"Mr. Akai..."

Akai Shuichi gently patted Kamel on the shoulder, did not blame, and soothed: "Don't worry, even if you don't come out, I think the plan has already failed, and I am an undercover identity organization may have noticed it a long time ago." โ€

Could it be Gin's handiwork? Or was the gentleman aware of it? Could it be that the identity of the undercover agent has been exposed since he made an appointment with Gin? It's weird enough.

Andre Kamel felt that it was all his fault, and Mr. Akai was just comforting himself, and he slapped himself twice on the head in frustration, and followed the other investigators as they prepared to evacuate the abandoned warehouse.

At this time, Ritsu Sasashima, who had already rushed from the Rainbow Bridge to the fourth pier, couldn't help but pause, because the voice of Curacao came from the headset, especially after hearing what he said-

He looked incredulous.

"Macallan, it's now certain that Rye is an FBI undercover agent, he's preparing to evacuate, and it's your job to get rid of him."

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆ Are you saying Rye is undercover? Are you sure? โ€

"It's certain that his plan today is to arrest Gin with the FBI investigators. Oh, it's a pity that the plan has already been seen through by Mr. โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆ Okay, I see. โ€

An undercover agent in the FBI, my brother turned out to be an undercover agent like himself?

I don't know if it was because I had a heart, or if I heard the sound of the iron door being pushed open, Ritsu Sasashima looked up and saw Ley, wearing a knitted hat, pushing the door through the back door of the abandoned warehouse.

It turned out that they were not on opposite sides, but along the way.

The stone that pressed on the bottom of his heart finally disappeared, and Ritsu Sasashima raised his hand to turn off the microphone. Not knowing if Curacao was nearby, he didn't express his identity in plain words, but instead made a verbal gesture to try to let Ley know who he was.

However, before the lip shape was finished, the pitch-black muzzle was aimed at him.

Gunshots rang out, and bright red roses bloomed on white shirts.

Ritsu Sasashima could never have imagined that Ley would shoot at him so unhesitatingly, even if he didn't know his identity, they were "companions" who had been together for three years.

He staggered forward, more sad than the physical pain - it was his long-lost brother who shot him, and he really didn't expect to die under his brother's gun, which was really ironic.

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆ ใŠใซใ„ใ•ใ‚“ใ€‚ โ€

Shuichi Akai vigilantly pulled out the pistol hidden in his trouser pocket after noticing someone, already annoyed by the failure of the mission, and after seeing that the person who appeared in front of him was McCarron, he did not hesitate and shot directly.

McAllan was part of the plan, and the next step after arresting Gin was to focus on him, and the unexpected prey was sent to the door, and there was no reason to hunt.

It was only after three shots that he sensed what McCarran seemed to be saying to himself.

ใ‚ใŸใ—ใฎใชใพใˆใฏใ•ใ•ใ˜ใพใ‚Šใคใงใ™ใ€‚

My name is Ritsu Sasashima.

Ritsu Sasasara?

The dark green pupils shrank suddenly, and Shuichi Akai's hand holding the gun trembled, he never thought that the Macallan who had been with him for three years would be Ritsu Sasashima.

Wheat-colored skin, a little crying bag that howls and cries whenever he is "bullied".

It's so big of a difference that I don't recognize it at all.

So, he shot his once pampered brother?

The microphone has been turned off, Ritsu Sasashima is on her knees covering the gunshot wound in her left abdomen, and two bullets hit the same spot at the same time... He really deserves to be the second best sharpshooter after himself.

Both legs also hit one bullet each, and being able to fire four shots in an instant to incapacitate yourself is really ruthless.

His vision gradually blurred, and the pain caused him to lie on the ground, and before he fell unconscious, he heard Zero's voice.

How did he get here? Couldn't it be that he sensed that something was wrong?

The five fingers of his left hand slowly exerted force, trying to struggle to stand up, he would never allow his brother to hurt Zero again.

โ€œRye๏ผ๏ผ๏ผ You guy!! โ€

Zero Shizutani, who was going to squat nearby, rushed out when he heard the gunshot, and when he saw Ley, who was still in a shooting position, and Ritsu Sasashima, who was slowly falling to the ground, the string that carried the calm collapsed instantly.

He didn't hesitate to draw his gun and shoot at Ley, the first time he felt the urge to kill someone, even if it was Ritsu's brother.

It's too ironic that Ritsu Sasashima died after the failure of the organization, and Ritsu Sasashima, who sacrificed himself to protect others, but he can't accept it - Ritsu died at the hands of his brother's gun, which is too ironic.

Even, they are people on the same road.

They are both undercover agents and cannibalistic killings.

"Mr. Akai!"

Sensing that Mr. Akai was not following, Andre Kamal immediately reached out and pulled Shuichi Akai in a daze after noticing this scene, and blocked the bullet with his body.

"Hmm."

โ€œโ€ฆ Kamel? โ€

It didn't hurt to be shot in the shoulder, but Andre Carmel was quite happy, he had caused the mission to fail, and being able to block the bullet for Mr. Akai could be regarded as eliminating a little self-blame for destroying the mission.

"Mr. Akai, let's go! The organization has sent someone! โ€

Shuichi Akai took a deep look at The Macallan, who had fallen to the ground, gritted his teeth and retreated with Carmel. The mission had failed, and he believed that Bourbon would take him back for treatment, and that the bullet he shot in the abdomen should not kill him.

"Well, let's go."

I'm sorry, Lil.

But why are you in the organization?

A guess rises in the bottom of my heart, can it be ......