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At that moment, a white RX-7 drove up from the mountain road behind them and stopped not far away.

"Mr. Furuya?" Murakami was puzzled. He didn't understand why Furuya Rei would be here. Wasn't he an undercover agent? Why would he expose his identity?

Amuro Tooru ignored him and instead took a sniper rifle from the trunk of the car. It was a Remington M24 sniper rifle.

Amuro Tooru took out several bullets and loaded them into the magazine. After installing the night vision device, he aimed at the Toyota opposite him and fired.

Five bullets were fired in quick succession. Except for one bullet that hit an unfortunate man's arm and broke it, the other four bullets were embedded in the car door.

Amuro Tooru frowned. The M24's penetrating power was still too weak; it couldn't penetrate the car door to harm the people behind it, which was a bit troublesome.

What he didn't know was that Vodka and Tequila were now half-dead with fear; there were several bulges on the car door, caused by a sniper rifle.

"Weren't they supposed to be police officers? Why would police officers have large-caliber sniper rifles?" Tequila's face was extremely grim.

Police sniper rifles are typically small-caliber, which are highly accurate but have limited penetration capabilities; being able to penetrate even one car door is already quite an achievement.

The only weapons capable of causing such damage could be large-caliber sniper rifles or assault rifles. It's highly likely that the Self-Defense Forces were deployed, and they've run into a brick wall this time.

Chapter 187 Tequila's Decision

"I don't know either." Vodka wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced at the unlucky guy next to him.

This unfortunate man's arm has disappeared. The cut has been roughly bandaged, but it seems the bleeding cannot be stopped.

Gin's only way to save them now is from the sky. Even if Gin can subdue these police officers, he can't land here. This unfortunate guy will only end up being abandoned.

Tequila grabbed the unconscious guy and used him as a human shield, then threw the grenade in her hand.

The unfortunate man's body trembled twice, then fell silent; he had clearly been shot.

As the loud explosion rang out, the gunfire subsided considerably. Tequila ducked back behind the car, grabbed a few more grenades, and prepared to repeat the same tactic.

Just then, a bullet pierced through the car door and embedded itself in Tequila's arm.

Tequila grunted. Although she wasn't completely incapacitated, she couldn't lift her hand, making it impossible for her to throw a grenade.

"Tequila!" Vodka was startled. Tequila wasn't some newbie that could be easily discarded. If it died, things would be very serious.

"It's alright, don't just stand there," Tequila said in a deep voice. "Quickly suppress them, or we'll be caught."

Vodka's performance this time was quite terrible. Tequila didn't understand why this guy could stay by Gin's side. Did Gin like useless people?

Vodka picked up two grenades, but as soon as he poked his head out, two bullets grazed his head, startling him so much that he immediately ducked his neck.

Seeing Vodka's cowardly behavior, Tequila felt like she was going crazy. What kind of luck did she have to find such a scoundrel as her partner?

Five more gunshots rang out in quick succession, like a death knell. Several more bullet holes appeared on the Toyota's door, and these holes were located very close to the tequila.

Amuro Tooru glanced at the time, took a few more bullets from his pocket and loaded them into his M24, then ordered his men to retreat.

Gin's helicopter is almost here. That armed helicopter is an insurmountable obstacle for these police cars that have no armor protection.

However, he was very dissatisfied with the results this time, because so far, they had only lost two small fry, and Agave had only suffered an arm injury.

Those shots at Vodka could have killed him instantly, but at the last moment, Amuro Tooru shifted the muzzle a few centimeters.

Letting Vodka go was a decision made from the beginning; even if the guy were captured, he would have instructed his men to release him.

This wasn't because he had a deep friendship with Vodka, but because Gin was too dangerous and didn't trust anyone except his loyal driver.

If you kill him, Gin might go insane, and you might then face his insane revenge.

If it were just for revenge, it would be acceptable, but vodka also has an important function: to leak information and monitor Gin.

This guy is incredibly stupid. If you just ask him a little bit, he'll honestly tell you whatever information you want to know, unless it's information that Gin specifically told him not to reveal.

Moreover, he can monitor Gin; wherever he is, Gin is bound to be nearby.

If this guy appears outside of Japan, it's highly likely that his spy there has been exposed, and they can make preparations in advance.

It's such a waste to kill such an undercover agent.

Now both cars have their tires blown out. If they want to leave, they can only do so on foot or by having Gin pick them up. That will be the opportunity to assassinate Tequila.

One bullet killed the agave, the remaining bullets hit the propeller. Hopefully the M24 will be more effective.

At that moment, Vodka and Tequila in the back of the car didn't dare to breathe. Although the gunfire had stopped, they didn't dare to show their faces; who knew if the sniper was still watching from the shadows.

Vodka picked up the corpse from the ground and slowly lifted it up. Only after realizing that no gunshots had been fired did he dare to stick his head out.

"Tequila, look! It seems like they've all run away," Vodka said with some surprise.

“Call Gin and tell him we’re safe, and he doesn’t need to come,” Tequila said through gritted teeth. “Let’s go!”

"Go? Go where?" Vodka was taken aback. "Wouldn't it be better to have our older brother pick us up?"

“These guys left because Gin is coming. If I’m not mistaken, Gin is piloting the branch’s attack helicopter.” Tequila stood up unsteadily. “They knew the attack helicopter was coming, so they left.”

"Isn't that great?" Vodka didn't understand what Tequila was trying to say.

"What a load of rubbish! The organization was able to use armed helicopters over Tokyo entirely because their spies were able to tamper with radar data, making the helicopter disappear from the radar," Tequila said with exasperation. "The fact that they know the armed helicopters are coming means that the plane hasn't disappeared from the radar."

“This…” Vodka immediately realized the seriousness of the problem and called Gin to report the situation.

Gin, who was piloting the helicopter, was also taken aback when he received Vodka's call. Vodka's brain shouldn't be able to understand these things; it was probably Tequila who taught him.

After giving Vodka a few instructions, he piloted the helicopter toward a safe area. The helicopter's exposure made him realize a very serious problem: the organization's undercover agents might have been exposed on a large scale, and the reason was probably Okakura Masaaki's list.

"Where are we going next?" Vodka asked somewhat nervously.

"Hide in the mountains," Tequila said through gritted teeth. "Those policemen aren't ordinary policemen. Although their combat skills are mediocre, their equipment is ridiculously good. If I'm not mistaken, they should be Japanese Public Security."

“This…” Vodka didn’t understand the difference.

“Their operation should be kept secret. It’s impossible for a secret operation to mobilize manpower for a large-scale manhunt. They’ll give up if they just hide in the deep forests of Gunma for a few days.” Tequila tightened the bandages on her shoulder as she spoke.

That's a forest, full of predators. If they smell blood, they'll be in big trouble.

Vodka nodded blankly, completely at a loss, and would do whatever Tequila said.

Chapter 188 Capturing the Escaped Undercover Agent

At that moment, Amuro Tooru, who was lying in ambush on the side, learned through his earpiece that Gin's helicopter had returned.

"They've already returned? That's good." Amuro Tooru looked at the two cars in the distance. "What are you going to do next? Now that you have no other means of transportation, the only way to escape is to go deep into the mountains."

As long as these guys don't use over-the-top weapons, the police are fully capable of taking them down.

Just then, Kazama's voice came through the phone reporting that all the wounded had been taken to the hospital, two of whom had died despite all efforts to save them, and four others were seriously injured and were being treated.

Upon hearing Kazama's report, Amuro Tooru's expression turned somewhat grim.

He knew that the serious injuries reported by Kazama were not serious injuries in the broad sense, but rather the kind that meant he was on the verge of death, like the kind of injuries that would require him to lie in the hospital for several months. These injuries, which were not life-threatening, were probably classified as minor injuries by this guy.

This ambush was a complete disaster, ultimately due to insufficient preparation.

"Where is Masaaki Okakura now? Is he safe?" Tooru Amuro asked, frowning.

At that moment, in his vision, Tequila and Vodka loaded the two dead men into a car and then pushed it off the cliff. As orange flames burst across the valley, a violent explosion rang out, and the bodies of the two henchmen and the car were reduced to fireballs.

Amuro Tooru watched this scene and his lips twitched. These guys really do a meticulous job.

"We lost them; they were too fast." Kazama asked somewhat guiltily, "Mr. Furuya, what exactly is that Okakura Masaaki? Why are you so concerned about him?"

"That guy has a list of organization members on him."

"Should we...?"

"Never mind, someone should know his whereabouts. I'll go ask him."

Hearing Amuro Tooru's answer, Kazama breathed a sigh of relief. As expected of Mr. Furuya, he has a lot of informants under his command.

Just then, he heard gunshots from the other side and immediately shouted in alarm, "Mr. Furuya..."

"Don't shout, you're wearing headphones, it's too noisy," Amuro Tooru said, frowning. "I fired that shot, it's nothing serious."

On the mountain road, Tequila saw a sliver of firelight on the opposite mountainside, and with just a word of "lie down," he collapsed onto the road.

Looking at his severed leg, he had an expression of disbelief on his face. He hadn't expected that there was a sniper hiding in the shadows.

"Tequila!" Vodka reacted quickly, dragging Tequila to a safe place immediately, and asked anxiously, "How are you?"

This guy is a Vermouth, and a high-ranking member of the organization, so he wouldn't dare treat him like a lowly cannon fodder.

“His leg is broken; there must be a sniper hiding in the shadows.” Tequila took the rifle off his back. “You go first; I’ll cover you.”

“Then you…” Vodka looked at the tequila on the ground, a hint of reluctance flashing across his face.

If it weren't for this guy's help, he probably would have died in that gunfight. He didn't want to see Tequila die in front of him.

"Alright, stop nagging." Tequila inserted the magazine and aimed the gun at the spot where the flash had just occurred. "With this sniper around, none of us will escape. I'll hold him off, you run."

“Okay!” Vodka said through gritted teeth. “Hold on. Those guys probably want to get information from us. They won’t kill you. I’ll get you out.”

Tequila didn't speak, but fired three shots in quick succession at the spot where the sniper had just fired. It was too dark for him to see what was happening on the other side.

Watching Vodka's figure disappear into the night, he couldn't help but shake his head. How could Gin have such a naive guy by his side?

Those guys do want intelligence, and you won't die if they catch you, but once they do, the positions of those who want to kill you and those who want to protect you will be reversed.

He knows too many of the organization's secrets; those guys won't let him live a good life. One Okakura Masaaki caused such a huge mess, let alone a key figure like him.

Amuro Tooru is now lying on the spot, not daring to move at all. The bullets just now hit him more than 2 meters away.

When he fired just now, Tequila must have remembered the location, and now it should be suppressing him.

He didn't know if Tequila could see his location, and he didn't dare to take the risk.

Besides, Agave has already lost a leg and can't run away anymore. This mission can be considered completed, so there's no need to take any more risks.

Bullets kept whizzing through the bushes around him, causing him considerable psychological stress. Just then, his cell phone in his pocket emitted a faint light, as if a call was coming in.

Amuro Tooru immediately turned off the screen, afraid that Agave in the distance would see it.

Villas in the port area

Shinjo put his phone in his pocket. Amuro Tooru should be busy right now. Looking at Koshimizu on the bed, he couldn't help but frown. How much sleeping pills did those guys use on this woman? Why hasn't she woken up yet?

Just then, Karen's voice came through the earpiece: Masaaki Okakura had been controlled by Yusuke Sakata, and the guy refused to join the organization.

"Let's bring him back first," Xincheng said helplessly. "Tell him that I understand his feelings, but if he doesn't agree to join us, then we'll send him back."

On the other side of the mountain path, Masaaki Okakura, holding his amulet, said with a look of fear, "Don't come any closer. There's no way I'll join you. I can trade you the SD card in here, but I won't join any of that bullshit organization."