Ke Xue: Shinichi and I are childhood friends.

Chapter 1342 Losing control

"Vermouth, what do we do next?" Rena Mizunashi asked Vermouth, whose face was grim.

Vermouth said coldly, "We have to go save Gin and Vodka."

Rena Mizunashi was somewhat surprised: "Save them? I thought you were going to say you wanted to silence them."

Vermouth scoffed: "This operation was personally ordered by that person, and Gin is in charge. If something happens to him, what do you think will happen to the others?"

Of course, this "other people" does not include Vermouth.

But in the past, she was the one who played the FBI. When did it become her turn to ambush her?

Especially since she was in charge of intelligence for this operation, Vermouth was even more furious. She had been tricked by the FBI's flies.

More importantly, she couldn't let Gin die at the hands of the FBI; if he had to die, it could only be...

Rena Mizunashi remained silent.

During the day, even though only half of the body was visible at the scene, she recognized them immediately. Besides the three passersby, Yuya and Conan were also present.

They didn't have time to retrieve the FBI agent's identification from the fall, so the organization's hunting of FBI agents must have been exposed to the FBI.

Of course, as an undercover agent, she wouldn't reveal this.

Since Gin and the others haven't noticed, I can just pretend I don't know.

Unexpectedly, the FBI's ambush went so smoothly. It seems they have captured or killed Gin and Vodka.

Vermouth took a deep breath and calmly asked over the radio, "Cohen, what's the situation?"

Even when ambushed, Cohen's voice remained as calm as ever: "At least three groups of people."

"Three groups?" Vermouth's expression turned serious; it seemed she had completely fallen into the FBI's trap.

"Vermouth?" Rena Mizunashi tentatively asked.

Just as Vermouth was about to say something, a strange, neither-male-nor-female, neither-old-nor-young voice suddenly came through their radio.

"Looks like your mission failed."

The two men's expressions changed drastically.

That eerie voice has been processed with a voice changer; it's definitely the voice of the organization's second-in-command, Rum!

“Rum?” Vermouth asked tentatively.

Rum's voice, still distorted by a voice changer, was eerie: "I know the situation. Support is on its way and should have arrived by now."

Vermouth looked shocked: "What?!"

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Meanwhile, in the underground parking lot.

Carmel and Mark used pistols to subdue Gin and Vermouth respectively.

Gin didn't make any rash moves, but instead sneered, "I didn't expect that the FBI's rats would become so cunning?"

Gin was in a terrible mood. He was the hunter, the one with the right to hunt. Who allowed the rat to rebel?

Vodka glanced nervously at his older brother: "Big brother?"

"Shut up, vodka!" Gin snapped coldly.

Vodka felt wronged. He hadn't done anything, so why was he being yelled at?

Carmel said coldly, "Stay put and don't move! Otherwise, bullets don't have eyes."

He was overjoyed. He had only wanted to catch a member of the organization, but he never expected to catch such a big fish as Gin.

Having fought openly and covertly against the organization for so long, the FBI is well aware that the member codenamed Gin holds a pivotal position within the organization and at least possesses important intelligence about it.

While remaining wary, Cameron reached out and groped Gin's body, quickly taking Beretta from his arms.

He casually tucked the gun into his lower back, pointed it at Gin's head with both hands, and said coldly, "Hands behind your head, squat down!"

The vodka on the other side was treated the same way.

Mark's hands trembled with excitement, and he almost couldn't resist shooting to avenge his brother Tony.

But he forced himself to hold back in the end, because he knew that obtaining important information from the organization members was more important than killing them.

His brother would definitely do the same.

Gin's face contorted in pain. He was being told to squat down? This rat dared to tell him to squat down?

"Hurry up!" Seeing that Gin didn't move, Carmel thrust the tip of his gun forward.

Gin, his face cold, slowly brought his hands together and placed them behind his head, while simultaneously bending his legs.

Carmel pressed the radio button and began reporting: "Report, Gin and Vodka have been successfully subdued. Send men immediately..."

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

Gin may seem to have given up resisting, but in reality he has been waiting for an opportunity; sitting idly by and waiting to die is not his style.

Just as Carmel began his report and his attention was inevitably diverted, he suddenly accelerated and crouched down, clearing his head from the pistol's trajectory. Then, supporting himself with one hand, he swept his leg over his shoulder and knocked the burly Carmel to the ground.

"Wh-what?!" Kamel was shocked. He didn't expect Gin to still be thinking of resisting at this moment. Caught off guard, he was kicked and fell to the ground.

"Damn it!" Cameron cursed inwardly, forcibly controlling his body, pointing the gun at Gin, and pulling the trigger at the same time.

"Bang!" The bullet missed its target and embedded itself deeply in the wall.

After spotting the person, Gin didn't hesitate for a moment. He turned around and hid in front of the car, avoiding Cameron's gunfire.

"Damn it!" Mark cursed, turning his gun around and firing several shots, but the car blocked the way, and he missed his target.

Taking advantage of the moment when the gun barrel turned, Vodka delivered an elbow strike to Mark's abdomen, causing Mark to cough up a mouthful of bitter fluid.

Just as Vodka was about to press his advantage, Cameron stood up and fired several shots at him.

Vodka had no choice but to crouch down to avoid the gunfire, then roll over to meet up with Gin.

Mark also took the opportunity to hide behind a car.

"Brother, what do we do now?" Vodka asked anxiously.

Gin sneered, "We can take care of them here." With that, he flipped his right hand, and another Beretta appeared in his hand.

How could Gin only have one gun on him?

A rat is always a rat; you can't even find anything by searching its body.

Gin fired several shots in Camel's direction with a backhand.

When Gin went out of control, Camel already knew things were going badly, and immediately rolled behind a car to hide.

Just then, Judy's voice came through the radio: "Carmel, what's going on? I heard gunshots!"

Carmel's face fell, and he said with annoyance, "Sorry, I wasn't watching him, and Gin got out of control."

"What?" Judy's expression changed, and she shouted, "Find a way to hold them off! I'll get David and the others to come to our aid right away!"

"Understood!" Carmel responded, firing a few shots in front of the Porsche. He didn't care if they hit, he just wanted to stall until his colleagues could provide backup.

Just as both sides were exchanging fire,

With a ding, the elevator in the basement opened, and a figure slowly walked out.

As Amuro Tooru listened to the gunshots coming from the underground parking lot, a wicked smile crept onto his lips.

"Gin...should I rescue you as Rum ordered, or take this opportunity to finish you off here?"