Chapter 645: This gin is obviously super strong but too cautious

Chapter 645: This gin is obviously super strong but too cautious

Ireland is very excited now.

What he didn't know was that the same was true for Bourbon and Keele around him.

Although they were excited for completely different reasons:

"The Gin team is dispatched in full force, and there are also important people like Belmod."

"The fish this time is really fat!"

The core members of the organization are mostly lone rangers with good personal abilities, and few people work together to perform tasks.

The two undercover agents have been in the organization for so long, and this is the first time they have seen such a luxurious lineup.

Just the two names Gin and Belmod are enough to make the intelligence agencies around the world shine.

Not to mention that it also comes with Cohen, vodka and other small fish and shrimps.

"This is a good opportunity to close the net."

Miss Keel's heart was pounding.

Mr. Bourbon was equally excited.

But as senior undercover agents, the two of them would naturally not lose their minds because of excitement.

The opportunity is indeed before us.

Maybe we can’t grasp it, it’s hard to say.

The current action plan given by Gin is too rough. He only roughly tells everyone that the organization will set up an ambush along Rice Flower Avenue.

And neither the FBI, CIA, nor the Japanese police could quietly block such an urban highway that is more than ten kilometers long and has countless forks along the way.

With such a long road, who knows where the gin might be hidden?

So it's not enough just to know that he's going to show up on this road.

"We need to get more detailed information."

Both Bourbon and Keele thought of this.

At this moment Gin happened to say:

"Do you still have any questions?"

"I do." Bourbon asked quietly: "There is a question——"

"Gin, since our plan is to use Ireland as bait and wait for the enemy to appear and ambush them."

"Then how to determine the 'time to launch an ambush'?"

"Don't forget, we have more than one enemy."

This time the organization only set up a table of wine, but had to entertain three families.

FBI, CIA or Japanese police, which one can have dinner only after they come?

Or should we wait until all three families have arrived before the banquet can begin?

Bourbon cares about this issue.

Because he knew that the so-called "opportunity to launch an ambush" was the opportunity for the members of the organization to show up collectively.

This is also the time when the Japanese police can say "the mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole is behind" and closes the net on a large scale.

"That's a good question."

Gin seemed completely unaware of his teammate's sinister intentions.

He just explained with implicit approval:

"At that time, I will keep in touch with Ireland in real time and make judgments based on the on-site situation."

"You just need to ambush each other in the dark and wait for my short notice."

To put it bluntly, it’s the old routine of throwing a cup to win.

When to break the glass is completely decided by Gin, and there is no way to find out in advance.

This put Bourbon, who was bent on getting exact information, in a dilemma.

Fortunately, Gin added a few more words:

"Akai Shuichi."

"The main target of our operation is actually Shuichi Akai."

"Compared with the threat this guy poses to the organization, those miscellaneous soldiers from the FBI, CIA, and Japanese police are nothing to mention."

"So as soon as Akai Shuichi appears, we can launch an ambush."

"Rye whiskey?"

Bourbon showed a look of disgust at the right time.

Whether as Rei Fukiya or as Bourbon, he can't stand up to Shuichi Akai.

When he first joined the organization as a bourbon, his biggest "workplace competitor" in the organization was Akai Shuichi, who was still a rye whiskey at that time.

"This combat operation is indeed aimed at him."

"That's good, we can take this opportunity to kill this bastard."

"But..." Bourbon asked calmly: "What if that guy never shows up?"

"When should we act?"

"It depends on the situation."

Gin gave a fairly clear answer:

"If Shuichi Akai and the FBI never came, only the CIA and Japanese police would be present at the scene."

"Then we will stay put for the time being."

"???" Ireland felt that something was wrong with this plan.

Those of you responsible for the ambush are hiding in the dark, but you can't move even if you think about it.

But as a bait, he still has to be in front and responsible for attracting firepower!

His friendly forces are in trouble.

Are you just standing there motionless? ?

"I can't do it."

The Irish man, who was eight feet tall and tall, could not help but feel aggrieved at this moment:

"Even if Shuichi Akai didn't come, only the CIA and the Japanese police came."

"How long can I last alone?"

"Not to mention that Lin Shinichi is more powerful than Akai Shuichi."

"I may not be able to stop him alone!"

Ireland pointed out a very fatal flaw:

To put it bluntly, this plan is to let him be responsible for attracting firepower, and then use the supporting friendly forces to attack from both inside and outside, and bloom in the center.

But if he can't hold the "center" at all, he won't even be able to carry friendly troops to come to support him.

Then how can this flower bloom?

It's more like being beaten to the point of blooming.

Isn't it just giving someone's head in vain?

In response to this, the gin boss responded:

"Believe in yourself, Ireland."

"You can't beat Lin Xinyi, can't you still run away?"

"I" is really not necessarily the case.

Ireland is in tears.

But Gin has great confidence in him:

Because Lin Xinyi is one of his own, haha.

Once again, Gin couldn't help but enjoy the comfort of having an undercover agent across from him.

"In short, I believe you have the ability to deal with Lin Xinyi."

"As for the CIA and Japanese police, if they have arrived at the scene and Shuichi Akai does not show up,"

He fell into a frightening silence.

In the end, it gave Ireland some reassurance:

"Then we will definitely take action before you can't hold it anymore."

"Oh, that's good." Ireland finally saw some security.

But Bourbon looked over thoughtfully and confirmed to Gin:

"In other words, even if Akai Shuichi does not show up, our ambush will still continue?"

"Is this it?" Gin replied with a somewhat sinister smile: "Of course."

"If the ambush had not gone ahead, wouldn't Ireland's sacrifice have been in vain?"

"I can't just watch Ireland get arrested, can I?"

"Yeah" Bourbon stopped talking.

But I felt vaguely uneasy inside.

He had an inexplicable feeling that Gin was not completely telling the truth.

Bourbon was silent and thinking secretly.

The meeting place also fell silent with his silence.

Ginjiu glanced at everyone present, and when no one made any further comments, he calmly arranged:

"Everyone should be ready when we go back, and we will officially start taking action tomorrow morning."

"At that time, Vodka and I will be in a group, Cohen and Chianti will be in a group, Bourbon and Keele will be in a group, and each will lead a team of people to hide and ambush along Popcorn Avenue."

"As for Belmode, you can just stay nearby as a reserve team."

"Okay." Cohen, Chianti, Vodka, and Belmod all nodded to show their understanding.

Only Bourbon and Keir secretly frowned in unison:

This action plan is still too vague.

Two people work separately, each hiding in ambush.

"Where are the hiding places of each group?"

"Didn't the organization plan it in advance?"

Miss Keel tried her best to use a calm tone and pretended to ask casually.

"Hiding place?"

Gin looked over thoughtfully:

"you mean"

"You want to know in advance, each group."

"No, my exact hiding place?"

"I" Kil suddenly felt a chill running down his spine.

Seeing Gin's indifferent gaze that made it impossible to read any emotion, she who was originally so excited about this opportunity felt like a basin of cold water was suddenly poured on her head.

Fortunately, Miss Keel responded promptly.

She gave full play to the results of the lying course she studied at the CIA, and answered calmly:

"Yes, I want to know where each group is hiding-"

"If we just ask us to set up ambushes along Mihua Avenue, but we can't even arrange the hiding place in advance, then this action plan is too rough, right?"

Keir boldly admitted that he just wanted to know this information in advance.

Then there was a quiet tension in the air.

Gin finally withdrew his cold and terrifying gaze:

"Okay. I understand your concerns."

"But this operation is different from previous operations. I will not arrange the hiding places of each group in advance."

With that said, he slowly stood up and walked towards the map.

Then he simply drew three large circles on the long rice flower avenue, dividing the road into three sections:

"We were divided into three groups of two, and each group was responsible for ambushing near a section of the road."

"As for the specific hiding location, it is up to each of your groups to decide."

"Everyone here is also the core cadre of the organization."

"You don't need me to think about you in advance for even a small matter like finding a hiding place, right?"

"This" Kiel and Bourbon both secretly said something bad:

That way, it would be impossible for them to know where the other two groups were hiding.

That is, unless the ambush officially begins.

Otherwise they wouldn't know where the gin is hidden.

Even Gin's people couldn't be seen and could only wait for him to appear.

"This is too passive."

Both undercover agents were aware of the problem.

However, Bourbon carefully restrained his expression and did not reveal anything.

But Keir struggled repeatedly with nervousness and unwillingness, and finally couldn't help but try to put forward his opinion:

"Gin, isn't this action plan too crude?"

"I think it's better to plan our respective hiding places in advance."

"This way, if an accident occurs during the operation, each other can rush to support in time."

As she said this, Miss Gere secretly waited nervously for Gin to respond.

Gin’s response was subtle:

"Your idea does make some sense, then."

He did not look at Keir, but turned to look at his colleagues present:

"What's everyone's take on this?"

"Just tell me what you want to say?"

The air suddenly solidified.

Although Gin's expression was very calm, his aura was much more restrained than before.

But when he asked this question, he still asked about the effect of the leader's solicitation of opinions.

"I think Big Brother's original arrangement is very good."

Vodka was the first to express support.

"Me too."

Cohen nodded silently.

"me too."

Chianti maintains formation.

Belmode smiled slightly and was noncommittal.

Bourbon, and even Kiel himself, who raised the objection, had already noticed that the atmosphere was not good at this moment.

They all silently shut their mouths and kept a low profile.

At this time, I heard Gin suddenly say:

"The hiding place cannot be arranged in advance."

"Because this operation is very important, the entire process must be kept confidential."

"And within our organization."

His tone suddenly turned cold:

"There may be undercover agents."

"Huh?" Vodka was stunned for a moment, and replied naively: "There is an undercover agent again, brother?"

"Where is it?" the impatient Chianti also shouted.

"." Cohen remained silent as always, but his hands had quietly reached into his pockets.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

Especially the two real undercover agents, Bourbon and Gere, felt uncomfortable all over.

"Gin, what do you mean?"

Mr. Bourbon remained calm on the surface:

"Are you trying to say that there are undercover agents in this house?"

"Are we going to be undercover?"

He raised the question confidently and seemed confident.

And his dangerous old friend, Belmode, for some unknown reason, also playfully echoed:

"Gin, you're really joking."

"The people sitting in this room now are the core members who have cooperated most closely with you."

"If there is an undercover agent among us, haha"

"Then Gin, you should have been arrested long ago."

Belmode has a special status in the organization, and she is the kind of person who no one would suspect that she is an undercover agent.

And after she made such a joke, the atmosphere at the scene became much more relaxed.

"I didn't say that."

"I still trust everyone here."

"Otherwise I wouldn't have called everyone over for a meeting this time."

Gin's tone softened quietly, as if the vague sense of oppression just now was just an illusion:

"But this operation is of great significance."

"The confidentiality work that needs to be done still needs to be done."

Everyone understands "this".

Gin was still guarding them.

Beware of everyone present except him.

Therefore, Gin refused to even arrange the hiding places of each group in advance, and refused to let anyone know his specific whereabouts during the operation.

And this was not because he really found any clues that could confirm that there was an undercover agent around him.

He just instinctively doesn't trust anyone.

"It's not necessary."

Bourbon smiled awkwardly:

"Gin, how many times have we worked together?"

"Why should this unfounded fear affect our action plan this time?"

We are all our own people, yet we are still so defensive

As a result, even the Japanese police were unable to close the network.

"Yes." Miss Keel also nodded: "Gin, can't you even believe me?"

Even she doesn't believe it, it's very difficult for the CIA brothers to handle.

"I have withstood the test of Veritaserum back then, and I have never betrayed the organization!"

"Yes."

There was a hint of mockery in the corner of Belmode's mouth.

But she didn't say anything to cause trouble, she just echoed in a playful tone:

"Gin, you know me."

"If I were an undercover agent, you would have died countless times."

"Brother, you know me." Seeing that even a reliable companion like Belmod showed his loyalty, Vodka also maintained his formation naively.

"It's even more impossible for me, huh!" Chianti snorted disdainfully.

In the end, except for Cohen, who really didn't like to talk, everyone here explained it to him seriously.

"I know" Gin sighed softly.

"I told you, I wasn't doubting you."

He looked around, his face getting colder.

This coldness is not the same as the usual coldness of gin.

With a touch of sadness that is difficult for others to detect and understand:

He really wasn't doubting them.

but

I'm scared of being undercover.

There is a psychological shadow.