"Mr. Akai, what are we going to do next?"

As he drove, Carmel carefully observed the short-haired pink man in the passenger seat with glasses.

Mr. Akai took him straight to the next door to Mochizuki Aotan's house, that is, the famous writer Fuji Yuri.

I don't know how the lady of the family did it, but after Mr. Akai came out, his face changed, his hairstyle changed, and even his voice changed.

As if by magic, Mr. Akai became the current Okiya Pleiades in less than an hour, and even his identity can be found out from the household registration information of the Japanese police.

"Okay, just put me here, then you go to the airport as originally planned, wait for those people to appear, and then come back with a swagger, and then just wait for my news."

Shuichi Akai closed his phone, his squinted eyes were full of unstoppable killing intent, but he had a sunny and handsome smile on his face, and his voice sounded soft and kind.

Kamal couldn't help but shudder, and the way Mr. Akai laughed was really disobedient.

However, what are you doing with him going to the airport, they have already thrown the tickets in the safe house, and even if he is allowed to go back to the United States now, it will be impossible to do it in a short time.

Kamal complained in his heart, but the movements in his hands were not slow at all, and he obediently parked the car at the intersection and watched Mr. Akai disappear into the night with his hands in his pockets.

He could only rush to the airport honestly, how could the group of jackals, tigers and leopards of the black organization let Ley, who betrayed the organization, return to the United States safely, this group of people might plant bombs at the airport, Mr. Akai should have meant this.

Protecting civilians who may be innocently implicated, Mr. Akai is really kind, and Kamel, who feels that he has learned the truth, hummed a song, sparks and lightning all the way, and he didn't care about being a low-key person, and swaggered to the airport.

Behind the butt is a group of gnashing traffic police, adding a little more to Tokyo's already busy traffic.

"What the hell, this group of FBIs looks like they're going to seek help from the Japanese police, it's a shame, Gin!"

In the black Porsche, Shanti looked at a string of gourd babies that were speeding by, and said dissatisfied.

She's just planted a pretty good bomb somewhere, and this group of cowards won't be there anyone when they get it.

Gin couldn't help but sneer in his heart as he watched Ley's car being escorted in the direction of the airport by a group of Japanese slivers.

Although the mission was given to him by the boss, the person who made the plan was Rum, which means that he was once again fiddled with by Rum, a disgusting guy, which is really unpleasant.

Since the appearance of the woman Mochizuki Qingtan, the style of the organization has become a little unfamiliar to him, and the relative Rum's power in the organization has become more and more powerful, and sometimes it even affects the BOSS's decision.

Anyway, the organization is becoming very strange now, Gin's brow is condensed into a well, and there is a hint of helplessness in his green eyes, if he didn't know the ability of that gentleman, he would have thought that Rum had usurped power.

Gin suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, according to his thoughts, as long as he was a traitor, no matter who he was, he would kill him first, but all this was stopped by this damn plan.

The intelligence officer is indeed the most hated person in the world, and Rum is, as is Bourbon, the only remaining member of the whiskey group.

Gin closed his eyes in disgust, the corners of his mouth pursed deeply, and he only felt that the world had a deep malice towards him.

How can it be so hard to kill a few traitors!

"It's worthy of the ruthless FBI, his girlfriends have mysteriously disappeared, and he can't dispel the idea of running away overnight, big brother, do we really have to act according to the original plan?"

Vodka was puzzled, in fact, according to his idea, the bomb should be planted directly in the airport, preferably directly on the plane that Ley was flying, and when they stepped into the airspace of the United States, they would activate the bomb when they were most relaxed and happy.

Hehe, it's better to do a countdown or something, so that these damn FBIs can enjoy the despair.

A green light appeared in the small eyes hidden under the vodka sunglasses, and a lewd smile appeared on his face, as if he had thought of something funny, and he actually laughed out loud.

"It's just Shuichi Akai's trick, maybe he's hiding in a corner and watching you secretly."

The sound of absinthe sneering could be heard in the headphones, and the organization was not limited to Tokyo, and the United States had no fewer members than here.

Ley threw away the F.B.I.'s return ticket for him, and she had already gotten the news, but she hadn't reported it to the organization.

"However, has Akemi Miyano really mysteriously disappeared, or has she been rescued by the FBI, Gin?"

Absinthe sat comfortably in the passenger seat, and showed an ambiguous smile to Bourbon, who was silent on the side.

She has a deep relationship with these two little sisters of the Miyano family, and she has dreamed of this kind of good opportunity to send it to the door for a long time.

If she had the chance, she would have personally sent them to heaven as a token of gratitude to their parents.

The absinthe ruffled his long hair wantonly, his smiling eyes glowed blood-thirsty, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became brighter and brighter because of his good mood.

"Akemi Miyano is just a springboard for Shuichi Akai to enter the organization, how could the FBI spend effort to save her, but I heard that her sister seems to be very important to the organization."

"It is said that he is a genius researcher with a super high IQ!"

Bourbon said quietly, working under Rum, he could get things that many members of the action team didn't know.

The organization appears to be conducting a drug study, and the leader of that project is none other than Akemi Miyano's sister, Shirley.

Even more coincidentally, her mother, the same Miyano Elena he had been looking for, and she and her lover had died in a fire more than a decade earlier, while they were also working on a drug.

Bourbon curled the corners of his mouth, hiding all the true thoughts in his heart, his hands on the steering wheel, his eyes staring straight ahead, as if the question just now was just a casual remark.

He now had reason to suspect that what Shirley was currently working on was the same project that the organization had started more than a decade ago.

What is the important thing that can make this filthy organization restart again after more than a decade.

What is the purpose of the BOSS, he, a mediocre little cadre, really doesn't know, but with Rum's kind of urgency, how can something that is not beneficial make him miss it for more than ten years.

"I really know a little bit about this, but well, A secret mankes a woman woman."

Absinthe showed a sly smile, bit a lady's cigarette in his mouth, took out a lighter from Bourbon's slim black vest pocket with familiar movements, lit it slowly, and slowly spat out a puff of white smoke at the two people in the car who were full of curiosity.

Bourbon with a sweet smile on his face: "......"

Kiel, who pricked up his ears in the back seat to eavesdrop on important information: "......"

The members of the organization who listened silently in the car in front of them: "......"

The corners of Gin's mouth, which closed his eyes and recuperated, hooked up a smile: "Hehehe! ”

Well, now someone can understand why he hates mysticism!

Heaven is a good reincarnation, who will be spared by the sky!

(End of chapter)