Model worker and his little darling

Suddenly, Kiel was trapped in an encirclement set up by the FBI.

Ping Qing's lips curled slightly. The FBI versus the CIA, this is going to be a thrilling show!

Unexpectedly, the FBI agent sent to Japan this time is someone he knows. What to do? I'm starting to feel like I need to come back to life and try to reconnect with them.

"Could you please stop the motorcycle?"

The woman in the passenger seat of the white car held a pistol and coldly looked at Kiel outside the car window.

Kiel's expression changed, but he quickly calmed down. He then leaned forward and then backward, causing the front wheel of the motorcycle to lift off the ground due to his weight.

Immediately afterward, the motorcycle soared into the air with unstoppable momentum, leaping onto the trunk of the gray car in front. Then, with a burst of speed, it reached the roof of the gray car. Kiel stood up on the roof, looking down at the FBI agents with disdain.

The FBI agents stared wide-eyed at Kiel's incredible maneuver.

Ping Qing raised an eyebrow. "That driving skill is impressive."

Just as Kiel was about to escape, a soccer ball suddenly appeared in front of him, and a young boy ran out from the roadside fence and chased after the soccer ball that had run onto the road.

The gray car at the front saw the child suddenly appear and immediately braked, turning towards the center of the road.

Seeing the little boy in the middle of the road, Kiel was stunned. The driver swerved and braked suddenly, and the momentum of the turn threw Kiel off the car. The car and Kiel flew over the little boy's head as he picked up the ball from the road.

At the same time, a large truck was coming from the opposite direction. The driver stared in shock at the people and vehicle flying through the air and swerved to avoid them. The FBI agents on the other side were also braking, but unfortunately, they couldn't avoid it and crashed into each other.

Kiel fell off the motorcycle, his helmet flew off his head, and he crashed heavily onto the road. The motorcycle was thrown onto the grassy slope beside the road, where it caught fire and exploded.

What a horrific scene of a large-scale car accident.

Just as the FBI agents went to check the situation, a Harley suddenly rushed over, grabbed Rena Mizunashi, and drove away from the scene of trouble.

As Harley passed by Hirayoshi's car, Conan saw Kir lying unconscious.

"Rena Mizunashi? How could it be her?"

Upon hearing this, Pingqing immediately turned his car around and followed. "According to your speculation, the woman on the motorcycle should be Vermouth disguised as Kiriko Busujima."

"Because the transmitter was quite far from us, I thought it was Vermouth. It seems she changed her clothes and shoes halfway there."

Vermouth stood atop the hill, looking down at the devastation below, her radiant smile revealing her good mood.

Chianti, already aiming at an FBI agent's forehead, excitedly asked, "Gin, can we make our move now?"

Gin crushed the bugging device and said coldly, "Make your move."

"boom!"

Two shots rang out, and sniper bullets instantly killed two FBI agents.

A white man shouted, "Sniper, take cover!"

FBI agents immediately took cover behind the car and began to fight back.

However, due to the range of handgun bullets and the elevation difference between the two sides, the FBI's counterattack was ineffective.

Gin and Vodka, also armed, began firing at the FBI agents.

"boom!"

The car whose fuel tank was hit exploded.

The white man who was leading the group cursed, "****, the information provided by James is problematic."

Ping Qing, who was watching the live stream, lit a candle for James, who was far away in the United States and still lying in a hospital bed.

Under his leadership, the FBI suffered heavy losses in the operation to capture Vermouth. This had already displeased his superiors, and now he was being suspected by his own people.

If this infighting continues, maybe their people in the FBI can even get promoted.

Just then, a large amount of smoke suddenly appeared at the location where the FBI was located.

"Can you see what's going on inside the smoke?"

"Can't see clearly."

"It looks like someone jumped into the river."

The gunshots and explosions just now caused quite a commotion, and some people have already noticed this area. In the current situation, it's impossible to wipe out all the FBI agents.

Having weighed the pros and cons, Gin immediately declared, "Retreat!"

……

After learning that the bugging device had been destroyed, Hirai took Conan and rushed back to the detective agency.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw Uncle Mori leisurely watching the horse race.

Conan surveyed his surroundings but found nothing amiss. This conclusion left Conan deep in thought. Could their deduction be wrong, and the organization not be monitoring his uncle?

Seeing that Hirai was about to leave, Conan quickly followed, asking, "What's going on?"

“There’s been a conflict between our people and the people in the organization. I need to go and take a look.”

Conan was taken aback. How come a fight broke out between the two sides as soon as they left?

"I also need to go."

Hirai pressed Conan down. "No, Uncle is still in danger. You stay here. As for the bugging, I'll make them think it was the FBI who did it."

Conan nodded. Indeed, the organization could come at any time, and he couldn't relax yet.

Feeling much relieved after losing Conan, Heiji spent the day taking Conan for a walk.

Looking at the bug in his hand, Ping Qing smiled, quickened his pace, and threw the bug into a white Mercedes.

He'd been sending intelligence to the FBI the whole way, so it was time for a change of pace, even though they probably didn't have time to listen now.

Upon seeing the address in the email, Pingqing changed to a black car and drove there.

……

Because of a car accident, Tumen Kanghui was stuck on the road.

Pingqing's eyes lit up; it seemed his luck was pretty good.

Looking at Tsuchimon Kōkiri sitting in the back seat of the Mercedes, Ping Qing realized that to penetrate the bulletproof glass, a large-caliber sniper rifle would be needed. He found a suitable sniping position, pulled out a Barrett rifle, and aimed at Tsuchimon Kōkiri.

As Pingqing pulled the trigger, the bullet pierced the car window and struck Tumen Kanghui, who was sitting in the middle, on the head.

Upon seeing the bloody hole in Tumen Kanghui's forehead, the two bodyguards stood frozen in place. Just moments ago, their boss had told them to relax, but in the blink of an eye, they had been killed.

Immediately afterwards, the bullet pierced the bulletproof glass again, taking the lives of two bodyguards and the driver.

Finished, call it a day!

A car accident, the shooting death of a House candidate, and a gang shootout.

Tsk, the police are probably going to have a sleepless night again. After all, Kang Hui from Tumen still has a lot of influence.

At the same time, a raging fire broke out in the abandoned warehouse.

"Brother, what about the DJ?"

Upon seeing the message from Taira no Kiyoshi, Gin's lips curled into a slight smile. "He has already been dealt with by Mishika."

Vodka quickly shut up, Yu Lu dealt with DJ, and Shira rescued Kiel. He should just stick with his older brother; these things aren't his concern.