Chapter 264 Failed Performance
Everyone was waiting for Belmod's answer.
But Belmod's answer was:
"Let that brat go."
"I will explain this to 'that gentleman' myself."
"I will shoulder all the responsibilities, and it's not your turn to take care of them."
She lowered her gun.
But the momentum in his eyes actually seemed to overwhelm the Gin in front of him.
Gin suddenly fell silent.
Conan, whose big face was pressed against the hood of the car, had a hint of horror in his eyes:
Belmode actually made a third choice:
Neither betray the organization nor give up on saving Conan.
She seemed to have a close enough relationship with "that gentleman" that even if she made such a willful act of clearly turning her arms outward, she was confident that she would shoulder the responsibility afterwards.
In this way, Gin was completely speechless.
Seeing that he still refused to put down the gun in his hand, Belmode took out his mobile phone from his arms and pretended to dial a number:
"Why, you want me to call 'that gentleman' right now?"
"Would you like him to talk to you?"
No one knew whether she was bluffing or whether she really had the confidence to get "that gentleman" to back her up.
But what "Gin" knew was that this call must not be made.
If Belmode really calls the boss, he will be in big trouble.
So he could only compromise.
This play can't go on. If it goes on, something big will happen.
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Gin lowered his gun slightly in silence.
Belmod breathed a subtle sigh of relief and put down his phone.
A crisis seems to be resolved in Gin's compromise.
But Conan, who was about to be "saved", knew very well that this was the real crisis now——
Their play was completely screwed up.
Not only was Belmode not forced to make up his mind to break with the organization, but he also showed his strong background as a core cadre of the organization and a die-hard member of the boss.
Her quality was actually tested:
24K pure black.
Moreover, he is also a close confidant of the boss and can move around in the organization.
To induce Belmod to betray the organization is as difficult as calling on the nobles to revolt, the emperor to rebel, and to revolutionize one's own life.
"Trouble"
Conan knew that after this scene was over, they were going to have a showdown with each other no matter what.
Now they can do nothing but use their own lives as a bargaining chip to bet that Belmode's feelings for them are deep enough and he won't do anything to them.
Otherwise, we can only rely on the worst-case scenario we have prepared in advance, and if the test fails, we will run away with the whole family.
Or, simply strike first and get rid of Belmode?
Conan is trying hard to think of ways to remedy this failed show.
But the scene is not over yet.
After a long silence, Gin broke the silence with a paralyzing sneer:
"Haha. Belmode, do you want to use 'that gentleman' to suppress me?"
"Okay, I can stop killing this brat for now."
As Gin said this, he rudely struck out with a knife from his hand, quickly hitting the side of Conan's neck.
In fact, the force he used was not particularly strong.
But Conan understood instantly and fainted.
Gin calmly put the "fainted" Conan into the Porsche, then closed the door, turned his head and sneered at Belmode and said:
"Belmod."
"Hand over all the weapons and mobile phones you have on you."
"What do you mean?!" Belmod frowned.
She obviously didn't expect that after being forced to compromise, Gin would still play like this.
"Don't you want to call 'that gentleman'?"
"These are 'that gentleman's' orders."
Gin said coldly in a voice without any emotion.
"Why didn't I know there was such an order?"
Belmod's eyes flashed with vigilance and doubt.
"Of course you don't know."
"Because of this order, I couldn't let you know in advance."
The tall silver-haired man slowly approached.
Under the bright lights of the parking lot, Belmode could see the real details on his face even more clearly.
But Gin just sneered and continued:
"Do you know why I'm here today?"
"Why?"
"To kill someone."
Gin's cold voice finally had some fluctuations:
"A traitor!"
When he said the word "traitor", his voice was full of disgust.
It was like dissecting the corpse of a drug addict with ulcerated skin. That kind of existence made people feel deeply disgusted from head to toe.
With this emotion that I feel deeply.
Gin's aversion to traitors was vividly demonstrated:
"Ever since the FBI raided the laboratory to rescue Shirley, I have been investigating who leaked the information."
"And the results are surprising, but not surprising."
"The mole who betrayed the organization and secretly colluded with the FBI in order to save Shirley is..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
But of course Belmod could tell who the "ghost" Gin was talking about.
And if the mole is really the man with whom she has a close relationship.
The organization did not greet her in advance and directly sent Gin to stay downstairs, which seemed extremely reasonable.
"This is impossible."
"He obviously killed Shirley's sister with his own hands. I don't believe he would betray the organization."
"Besides, that woman is dead too!"
Belmode instinctively chose to defend the man.
She pursed her lips tightly, and the palm of her hand holding the gun quietly increased its strength, until her joints turned white and her pupils turned red.
But Gin just said aggressively:
"He was forced to kill Miyano Akemi."
"Shirley's death was just an accident during the rescue process."
"This is not inconsistent with the fact that the guy colluded with the FBI in advance in an attempt to rescue Shirley."
"Belmod."
"Whether he is a traitor or not is up to you."
"When we go upstairs together now and put a gun to that guy's head - he will certainly give us an answer."
Saying that, Gin extended his hand to Belmode.
He signaled Belmode to cooperate and hand over his weapons and mobile phone in advance.
"What are you hesitating about?"
"Do you still want to protect that traitor after knowing that he did such a thing?"
Gin keeps exerting pressure, making it impossible to escape.
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Belmode was silent for a while.
But under Gin's cold gaze, she finally handed over the gun in her hand.
The grip of the pistol was already covered with a thin layer of sweat from her palms.
"And a cell phone."
Gin reminded him calmly:
"I don't want to go upstairs and find out that the guy got the message and ran away."
There was an undercurrent in Belmode's eyes.
She also slowly handed the phone to Gin's hand, and her fair cheeks were covered with clouds:
"Okay, I'll go upstairs with you and take a look."
"As you said, whether he is a traitor or not, I want him to give the answer himself."
"no problem."
Gin collected the weapons and mobile phones seized from Belmode:
"You finally made the right choice."
Then, he motioned with his eyes to Belmod to go ahead, while he always held the Beretta 92F tightly behind Belmod.
This time it seemed that Belmode had made a compromise.
She still did not choose to break with the organization, but obediently handed over the weapon and chose to go upstairs with Gin to find Lin Xinyi.
The two of them walked silently through the underground garage to the elevator.
Gin and Belmode walked into the elevator side by side.
The elevator started to go up, getting closer and closer to the 25th floor where Lin Xinyi lived.
When the elevator door opens, Gin will come to the door with a gun to confront Lin Xinyi.
And the result is not difficult to imagine: most likely Lin Xinyi's betrayal was completely exposed, and Gin shot him in the head with his Beretta 92F, which was perfect for hitting his own people.
The story seems to be ending like this.
But at this moment.
"Don't move!"
As if by magic, Belmod transformed from his collar into a more compact pistol.
In this narrow elevator room, Gin could not escape, and she put a pistol to her head.
The muzzle of the gun pressed tightly against his cheek, until his cold and handsome shoehorn face was slightly deformed:
"Gin, I know you didn't come alone."
"But no one can help you in this operating elevator!"
Belmod's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
At this time, she looked like a lioness protecting her cubs, with her calm expression suppressing madness and anger.
"What do you mean."
Gin was pointed at a gun, but his eyes became increasingly dangerous:
"You just wanted to save that brat for no reason, and now you want to save this traitor?"
"Do you think 'that adult' can really tolerate you to this extent?"
"Of course he wouldn't tolerate it."
Belmod's voice was trembling slightly:
"But I can't tolerate it anymore."
"If you want to kill my students, then step over my corpse first!"
"Belmod!!" Gin shouted sternly: "Think of it for me——"
"The person you want to save is a traitor to the organization!"
"Ok, I know."
"I've said it several times, so there's no need to repeat it to me."
In that extremely suppressed anger, Belmod smiled instead:
The elevator moved upwards rapidly, blowing a gentle breeze.
A few strands of silver hair broke free from the shackles of the bun, flying around the ears and cheeks, flying freely with the airflow:
"Let me tell you a secret, Gin——"
"I'm going to be a traitor too!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Belmod's fingers quickly moved back.
With her unprecedented firm determination, a bullet was about to roar out in the firelight and shoot through Gin's head.
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"Hey, wait!"
Gin was "so scared" that his voice changed.
His face turned pale with horror, and he shrank his head with lightning speed, avoiding the muzzle of the gun pointed at his face.
Before Belmode had time to shoot, the gin showed a dodge faster than the real gin, and retracted his head with a whoosh.
Gin becomes schnapps:
"Teacher, don't shoot, we're on our own!"