The world of science is unscientific

But there was no follow-up to Shuichi Akai.

"Shuichi Akai, shot in the shoulder."

Yusuke Suzuki put away his gun and said unhappily.

Ultimately, it was a low-to-high shot, and the data on wind resistance, elevation angle, and wind speed were not fully estimated, so the firing was somewhat rushed.

Crooked.

Of course, it's also possible that some unknown influence is at play.

In the world of science fiction, these things are incredibly scientific!

He didn't stop, turning around again, "Then kill the kids too."

"Wait, Wei Que!"

Vermouth finally couldn't hold back any longer, and now she had found an excuse.

"He was listening to a live horse race. If he rashly shot and killed someone who had good relations with the police, it would be very troublesome. The listening device was obviously a trick by the FBI."

Click.

The pistol is loaded.

Gin raised his hand and pointed the gun at Vermouth. "Go on."

Vermouth paused for a moment, then smiled and met the gun's barrel. "What are you talking about? Can't I try to save my beloved's conscience?"

As she spoke, her gaze drifted to Suzuki Yusuke, and she smiled even more beautifully, "I'm planning to train him to be a great partner."

Just then, another bullet came from a distance, knocking the gun out of Gin's hand.

Chapter 732 Retreat, retreat, hurry up!

Shuichi Akai is still there!?

Seeing the direction from which the bullet was coming, Yusuke Suzuki raised his gun again and aimed it at the bullet.

Under the scope, Shuichi Akai's left shoulder, pierced by a bullet, was clearly no longer of any help, but he still managed to fire a second shot, relying on the support of the rooftop railing.

Next, there will be a third shot.

Then let's take both of your arms off.

Just as Suzuki Yusuke was about to take a deep breath and fire, Gin suddenly snatched the gun from his hand, shouting, "Give me the gun!"

With that, Gin took a standing aim.

However, he had barely gotten a good look at the person opposite him when he was struck in the right shoulder by a bullet that had already been fired.

"Big brother!"

Vodka was extremely anxious upon seeing this and wanted to go forward to help him up.

"FBI..."

Gin clutched his right shoulder and shouted sharply, "Retreat! Quickly!"

"I'll go find him."

Yusuke Suzuki glanced at Gin. "I won't let him off so easily."

After saying that, without waiting for Gin to stop him, he braced himself against the railing with one hand and quickly fell to the ground.

No, even if you're in a hurry, you shouldn't jump off a building!

Vodka panicked again and rushed to the fence to check.

Bow down.

He happened to see Suzuki Yusuke descending by using the reverse wall to approach a nearby building, then returning in the same way, repeating this cycle to quickly reach the ground—an absurd maneuver.

This seems to utilize the chimney climbing method, in reverse, which makes sense.

But... he still couldn't quite accept it.

Can the differences between people really be that great?

If things continued like this... his older brother should probably be preparing to collect his body by now.

"Vodka, what are you daydreaming about!"

At that moment, Gin turned around and urged him on again.

Unlike the original storyline, this time he was only shot in the shoulder, not enough to make him cough up blood, but the numbness in his limbs still made him somewhat unbalanced.

The three people who remained on the rooftop quickly went downstairs and left.

Vermouth couldn't have asked for this more than she could have.

At this moment, she didn't say a word of nonsense and ran faster than anyone else.

"Chianti, Cohen, head straight back to base. This operation is over."

After getting in the car, Gin quickly finalized the transfers of the others, then leaned back in his seat and breathed calmly.

"Big brother, shouldn't we worry about Weique?"

Vodka was still a little worried. "He was surrounded by FBI agents last time. I hope he won't get caught up in it again this time."

"Don't worry about it, it was because he wasn't prepared that time."

Gin took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. "Now I can understand him. Even I would feel furious if I were framed."

back row.

Vermouth: "..."

Who are you two subtly implying something about?!

But she didn't say anything.

After all, she was the one who did it.

Gin, not wanting the mediation plan to fail, continued, "If the FBI hadn't anticipated our arrival, how could they have possibly prepared everything in that building?"

The goofy vodka continued, "That means Kogoro Mouri teamed up with the FBI..."

Before he could finish speaking, Vermouth interrupted.

"That can't be right, can it? To the FBI, he's just bait to lure us into a trap. Otherwise, why would they put their partner in such danger?"

"I think they must have had intelligence that Kiel would contact him, and after the two of them separated, the FBI planted those things in Kiel's shoes."

"If we do this and it gets discovered, we'll suspect he's faking it."

She chuckled softly, "After being fooled a few times, the FBI seems to have learned their lesson."

The idiot vodka's CPU was about to burn out, and he really didn't dare to talk much, so he simply focused on driving.

After a moment of silence, Gin snorted coldly, "Let's just say that's how it is. After all, Kogoro Mouri is that guy's teacher, and it seems he's the detective you like."

“Kier has fallen into the hands of the FBI. Although I don’t think she will easily give anything away, we still need to find a way to get her.”

"The appearance of the Japanese Public Security Bureau this time is also a bit strange. They directly blocked the road to the bridge. They must have received intelligence."

Vermouth raised an eyebrow. "What, you've made a breakthrough?"

“Heh, I can find tons of clues like that anywhere,” Gin stubbed out his cigarette. “Once we find Kir, I’m going to have a good look into her relationship with the Japanese Public Security Bureau.”

As he spoke, he glanced at Vermouth in the rearview mirror. "Furthermore, I don't believe that Kogoro Mouri is completely innocent."

Yusuke Suzuki, listening through his headset: "..."

Sorry, but in the whole "Zhengqi" incident, only our own teacher is completely innocent, okay?

He hesitated for a moment, then coldly interjected, "I can investigate Kogoro Mouri."

Gin immediately mocked, "What, you can't wait to take advantage of a legitimate opportunity to slack off?"

"I can't help it if you say that."

"Hmph, give me the results as soon as possible. Where is Shuichi Akai?"

"He shouldn't have gone far."

"If it doesn't work, we should retreat. The organization doesn't have time to rescue another core member right now."

"Okay, okay, stop rambling on."

Yusuke Suzuki immediately exited the chat.

Gin: “…”

No, the wound is starting to hurt again.

So he took out another cigarette and lit it.

In the back row, Vermouth's gaze was somewhat unfocused.

This feeling... can she now say that she seems to have found the reason why Wei Que is completely uninterested in her?

But how should we explain this to Shirley?

You can't exactly say that Wijaku and Gin are close friends...

The situation is a bit complicated; let's wait and see.

the other side.

Yusuke Suzuki had already run to the building below Shuichi Akai's sniping position.

The other party couldn't possibly still be waiting for him in the same spot, but it's also unlikely they could run far away.

With so many people around, the appearance of Shuichi Akai with injuries would inevitably cause a disturbance.

He was probably hiding in a toilet or storage room on one of the floors, waiting for the FBI to come and pick him up.

Despite having made a preliminary deduction, Yusuke Suzuki still walked around the building, carefully discerning the faint smell of blood in the air.

The smell of human blood differs depending on its condition.

Not to mention that Shuichi Akai's blood is not currently being processed by sanitary products.

As he turned, he was also pondering whether it would have any impact if Kir was mistaken for a Japanese public security officer by Gin.