Ke Xue: Shinichi and I are childhood friends

Judy always felt that since the full moon incident, Shuichi Akai's heart, which had been closed because of his girlfriend's death, seemed to have loosened a little.

But she didn't know why, so she could only take it as a good thing.

Sometimes she couldn't help wondering if she and Shuichi Akai still had a chance to get back together, but unfortunately... Shuichi Akai was not as gloomy as before, but his attitude towards her was still as cold as before.

On the other side.

Three cars drove into an abandoned warehouse one after another.

Gin, Vodka, Chianti and Cohen got out of the car one after another.

Chianti kicked the tire with his feet in a irritable mood, cursing.

"Be quiet, Chianti." Gin glanced at her coldly.

Chianti tutted, but the movement of his feet also stopped.

Gin said coldly: "At 4 p.m., DJ's car will pass by the bridge, and the assassination will be carried out there."

"This time, Chianti and Cohen will be responsible for support."

"Support? What a joke!" Chianti screamed on the spot.

Cohen also said: "I want to shoot." His tone was flat, but one could also feel the dissatisfaction in it.

Vodka quickly stepped forward to appease the two: "Don't say that, that guy's car is bulletproof, it's not as easy to snipe as in the park."

Gin: "Besides, there are bodyguards from the Self-Defense Forces protecting him on both sides. Even if your gun can shoot through the thinnest glass, it is impossible to kill him."

Chianti tutted and shouted: "Then how to kill him?"

"Are you going to take off your sightseeing clothes and stand on the bridge, then ask DJ to let you hitchhike, and then sit in the car?"

Gin looked at Chianti, exuding a cold aura without saying a word.

Volta tried to hold back the twitching corners of his mouth. This woman was really bold.

Just as Chianti kept complaining, a motorcycle came to the warehouse with a roar.

"Ah, Chianti, you guessed it very close!"

"Belmode?" Chianti turned around with an ugly face.

The man on the motorcycle was wearing a tight suit. The zipper on the chest seemed to be too big and could not be zipped up, outlining a hot figure.

If an ordinary man stood here, he would definitely be attracted by this body.

Unfortunately, none of the men here seemed normal...

More importantly, the voice was the person Chianti hated the most - Belmode.

Belmode said in a brisk voice: "I will drive this motorcycle and pretend to fall in front of DJ's car. When he gets off..."

"Click!" The sound of the car door opening.

"Let me approach him from behind and take care of him."

Rena Mizunashi also changed into a tight-fitting outfit, but her figure was much worse than Vermouth's. The most obvious thing was that her zipper could be pulled to the top...

Of course, it is also possible that Vermouth deliberately did not zip up her zipper. Gil does not need to be jealous of her, yours is also very bulging.

Gin also said: "At this time, DJ's bodyguards will also get off the car and get rid of them. This is your task, Chianti, Cohen."

After being assigned the task, Chianti stopped shouting, but she was still a little skeptical: "But DJ is so cautious, will he get off the car?"

Belmode chuckled: "Don't worry, seeing the woman with a helmet knocked off and blood all over her head, DJ, who is full of justice, will definitely get off the car to check the situation."

Chianti was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed while holding her stomach: "Stop joking, there are so many cars on the bridge, and a famous actress like you shows up, won't you be exposed all at once? Don't forget, the FBI dogs have been tracking your scent!"

Belmode laughed: "Ah, are you worried about me? But it doesn't matter, it's this woman who will show up."

Belmode pulled open the mask on the helmet, revealing a bloody and somewhat hideous face.

Chianti widened his eyes in surprise.

Vodka was surprised and said, "Is it Kiriko Dokujima from the Nimchan Society? I see. If it was someone who was rumored to have sent someone to assassinate him, DJ would definitely get out of the car to check the situation."

Chianti was speechless now, and spat, "I see, no wonder this woman came out so brazenly."

Cohen didn't have as many words as Chianti, and asked Gin in a muffled voice, "Location, where, Gin."

Gin said coldly, "The place to deal with DJ is VANE B."

Vodka took out a map, and Gin poked it twice with his fingers, "Cohen is here, Chianti is here. Don't mess it up, the two of you."

"Got it." Chianti looked at the map and wrote down his=She found her position and shouted to Cohen, "Let's go, Cohen!"

Cohen noted her position and followed Chianti into the car.

Rena Mizuno walked up to Vermouth and asked, "Vermouth, where is my motorcycle?"

Vermouth raised her hand and pointed, "Behind the container."

"Got it, thank you." Rena Mizuno turned and walked behind the container.

"Kil," Vermouth suddenly shouted, "You can't be... this, right?" Vermouth knocked on the dashboard of the motorcycle with the back of her finger.

The English word for this action is knock. Vermouth means, are you a NOC, or Non Official Cover, which refers to spies who disguise themselves as ordinary people to sneak into other countries to carry out secret activities. Simply put, it means -

Are you an undercover?

Rena Mizuno smiled disdainfully, "How is that possible?" Then she went to get her motorcycle.

Vermouth looked deeply at Rena Mizunashi's back and said to the others, "Then I'll leave first. If anything goes wrong, you must support me!"

"I always have a bad feeling about this assassination."

Chianti, Vermouth's top anti-fan, sneered, "Leave it to me. If you fall into the hands of the other party, I will definitely give you a bullet immediately to prevent the organization's secrets from being leaked."

Vermouth didn't care about Chianti's ridicule at all. Instead, he pointed to his face and said, "Then you have to aim at the face, otherwise it will be troublesome for the public to know that I am related to the assassination, right?"

Gin frowned and said coldly, "Do you care about anything, Vermouth?"

Although the words seemed to be concerned, it was more likely that Gin was worried that the operation would fail.

"No, maybe I thought too much." Vermouth waved his hand, released the brake and stepped on the accelerator to leave the warehouse.

On the road, motorcycles sped past, constantly overtaking the vehicles in front.

Vermouth recalled the bright red sports car he had seen when he left the parking lot, and his ferocious face beneath the mask showed a slightly expectant smile.

"Come on, let me see how you are going to crack our operation this time?"