The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

"Okay!" Hearing this, the FBI agent also had a hint of surprise on his face.He took off the blades of grass on his head and tried to stand up, but was slapped back by his companion.

"You idiot, stand up and try to get that person's attention!" His companion lowered his voice, hissed, and he gestured for him to calm down.

"Mr. James will be here soon." The man said, he took out his mobile phone, "I will send him a text message and tell him the detailed location."

The chirping of birds in the distance was sharp and piercing, as if they also felt their mood, and the cries became more and more miserable.

It was already more than ten minutes before James and other FBI cadres joined them with their hands.

"You said that the people inside have not moved?" James frowned fiercely, and he asked again.

Hearing these words, the two agents who stayed outside finally noticed something was wrong

One of them hesitated and said, "Yes...it's been more than ten minutes...but the car hasn't been driven away. He probably fell asleep inside?"

He made a joke, but there was no smile on the face of the person opposite.

"The other party may have escaped with a cover-up, or he abandoned his car and escaped through another small door." James' voice was low, and the faces of the two agents were also very ugly. The other party's plan was almost Pointing their noses and calling them incompetent.

"We have to go in and have a look." James took a deep breath and restrained his temper. The two people watching outside are subordinates of other cadres, and he can't go beyond their immediate superiors to be too harsh, "Kammel, You lead people to outflank from the right..."

He commanded his men, and those sent to support them.Dozens of people surrounded the whole house. In addition, the FBI also notified some policemen to cooperate with their actions and blocked the roads on the left and right to prevent unrelated people from entering the scene by mistake.

For a moment, the surrounding air became viscous, and the air was filled with a chilling smell.

The leading man was wearing black sunglasses, with a gun and other equipment slung over his shoulder, and wearing protective clothing.He approached the room skillfully, and then waved slightly to the people behind him.

"Bang—" the door was pried open, and then a group of people pushed open the door and rushed in.

"Put your hands up!"

"FBI!"

They yelled and rushed in, holding guns, scanning the surroundings vigilantly, and their movements were skilled and sophisticated.But the house was empty.It was quiet all around, only the sound of the wind blowing the curtains and slapping the walls could be heard.

"..." The man in the lead confirmed that no one was waving around, and a group of people rushed into the room skillfully, rushing from the stairs to the second floor.

"Report! Bathroom, safe!"

"Report! Kitchen, safe!"

"Report! Bedroom..."

"study……"

"gym……"

"Reporting sir, all places have been searched, but there is no one." The FBI agent said cautiously, "There is no hidden exit that is suspected of escaping here."

James was not surprised when he heard this sentence. He pondered and thought: "Are you sure no one has left here?"

The detectives in charge of tracking looked at each other, then nodded slowly: "I'm sure."

"This house...maybe there is a secret room?" The man's low voice came from the headset, and he seemed to be squatting on the ground to check something, "That mouse should be hiding in the secret room..."

James looked serious: "Can you find the location of the secret room? Be careful, don't be attacked by the other party."

The people over there took the lead, and a group of people dispersed and began to search for the things in the house one by one, turning over the carpet and pushing the cabinets to other places, trying to find the secret room and the mysterious person who disappeared.

"This guy is quite interesting. The items in the refrigerator are arranged according to color." One of the team members opened the refrigerator door and joked with a smile.

"Be careful, check one by one." The captain said coldly, "You have to know that our opponent is very cunning, he is likely to use the color and the arrangement of items to convey information! For example, a certain color represents a certain letter and so on. , this is very likely to be a secret word or code left by the other party!"

"Eh? This..." The team member felt that his captain was thinking too much, but he agreed honestly.

"! Wait a minute..." Someone seemed to have discovered something.

The voice on the other side stopped abruptly, he didn't know what he saw, and then there was a sound of an instrument falling to the ground.

James standing outside frowned slightly.Just as he was about to raise his head, a gust of wind blew over from the side, carrying heat waves and earthy smells, making everyone unable to open their eyes.

James vaguely felt a viscous liquid slipping down from his ear, and his head was swollen numbly.

What exactly happened?

He felt as if someone had pressed the silent mute button around him, and he couldn't hear anything.

The wind died down.

James looked up and saw the terrified faces of his subordinates. They danced at him, opening and closing their mouths, as if they had become dumb.There seemed to be a silent pantomime going on around.

What's going on here?

He reached out his hand a little slowly, touched his earlobe, and then saw that his hand was full of red.

Ah, it turns out that my ears are bleeding...

Before he finished his thoughts, he suddenly realized something, and a chill came directly from the soles of his feet, sending chills down his spine.

Only then did James look up, and saw that the villa not far away exploded into a beautiful firework. The whole room was red and billowing with thick smoke.

It seemed that there was a layer of frosted glass, and the state of being unable to hear anything was finally broken.

He heard the sound of burning flames, the sound of houses collapsing, and the shouts of his men.

"James! Mr. James!" His subordinates cried out, "Our people are still, still in the house! Didn't evacuate!"

"Ahhhh!"

A child on the side of the road ran too fast and bumped into a man wearing a black windbreaker and carrying a handbag. The candy in his hand fell to the ground. He opened his mouth and looked at the candy that fell on the ground, his eyes filled with tears tears.

"Heh." The man in the black windbreaker knelt down and showed a bright smile. He patted the child's head, "Don't cry, how about uncle buying you bigger candies?"

"Ah?" The child was confused by the other party's smile, and grabbed his mother helplessly, trying to hide behind her.

"Hey, sir, what an embarrassment..." The woman looked a little terrified when she saw the famous brand coat the other was wearing.

"It's okay, be careful next time you walk." The man said, stood up, bought a new candy from a small vendor on the side of the road, and stuffed it into the child's hand.

He looked at the woman and thanked her repeatedly, and pretended to be chatting: "Ma'am, how is the security in Dong'an recently?"

"Hey, it's much better." Hearing this sentence, the woman couldn't help showing a bright smile, then restrained the expression on her face, coughed twice, "I'm not boasting, we are here, and half a year Before, it was completely different. Even if you go out at night, you don’t have to feel afraid.”

She couldn't help but babbled about the recent good things about East Andy, and at the end, she even complained a few words, hoping that the construction team would hurry up, because there was still a lot of land in the central square, empty, and it didn't look good.

They seem to have forgotten that a year ago, the streets were full of black forces, and the chaotic East Andy had bid farewell to the painful past and began to embrace a bright future.

The black-haired man stood there, listening patiently with a smile, nodding from time to time, looking very cooperative.

This made the woman let down her guard unknowingly, and even began to complain about which boss of the factory deducted points, deducted wages, which supervisor was ineffective, and the roads built were leaking.

The smile on the man's face remained unchanged, and he wrote down the names one by one. As for what was in his heart, no one knew.

The woman was talking happily when she suddenly saw a few policemen rushing past on the corner of the street. She looked a little more strangely, but didn't think much about it.

Not long after, "Bang——"

There seemed to be a dull sound in the distance, a bit like the sound of fireworks exploding.

"Huh? Is there a celebration?" The woman turned her head hesitantly, just in time to see a faint red in the sky.

"Probably." The man smiled, his brows were full of joy and kindness, "Maybe the people nearby are celebrating, and this place is getting better and better."

"Hey, that's right." The woman also laughed, forgetting the suspected explosion sound just now.

A few hours later, Akai Hideichi drove all the way to the FBI dedicated hospital, ran to the seventh floor in two or three steps, pushed open the door, just in time to see the gray-haired old man sitting on the bedside and another Blonde girl in hospital gown.

The blond girl's complexion was very bad, and the white cloth wrapped inside could be seen from the corner of her clothes. It was obvious that the previous injury had not fully healed.She raised her head to see Akai Hideichi, moved her lips, her eyes were very complicated, and finally sighed: "Xiu..."

"Judy." Akai Shuichi also nodded.

"You're here, Akai." The old man sitting next to Judy was James.His head was covered with a white cloth, and he seemed to be ten years older, and his surroundings seemed to have darkened.

He looks up.Seeing that it was Akai Shuichi, he showed a forced smile.

"Here, where is Kamel?" Akai Shuichi looked around, confirming the identities of the companions on the surrounding hospital beds one by one, and found that there were quite a few people missing.

"Kamel is still alive, don't worry." Judy said, her face became even uglier, "He is in the emergency room."

"He had severe burns all over his body and multiple fractures... He was lucky. He was thrown out on the balcony on the second floor." James wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked. What did he say? Can't tell.

In the end, James could only slap hard on the armrest.He has never been so exposed to anger, jaw-dropping.

More than half of the dozens of FBI agents lost their lives in this mission, causing heavy casualties.How could he not be angry!

"You can apply, arrest..." Judy couldn't help asking, but was interrupted directly by James.

"It's useless. We can't confirm who put the things in the house. The other party is not a target that can be easily dealt with. Without reasonable excuses and absolute evidence, it is impossible to convict Grid..."

Moreover, the explosion and burning there were very thorough, and there was basically no useful information to be found.It is his freedom to put what everyone puts in the house. He can say that he has stored a few cans of gas or inflammables, so these people can be said to have died for nothing.

"Why, why are there so many gunpowder here!" Judy's eyes widened, she was angry and anxious, "Obviously the owner! There is a problem with that Grid! There are so many dangerous goods!"

"We arrest him directly..." Judy changed her words.

"If it doesn't work, you can call him to the headquarters for interrogation!" Judy grabbed James' arm, her eyes widened, her face full of grief and indignation, "Could it be that our companions died in vain!"

"...They didn't die in vain, listen, Judy." James took a deep breath, and then suddenly broke into a suppressed smile.

"Our sacrifice was definitely not in vain." He added again.

James looked around, looked at his wounded companions around him, and dragged Akai Shuichi to a corner.

He lowered his voice, took out a small note, and said to Akai Shuichi: "This is..."

James shook the hand holding the note slightly.

"This is……"

He took a deep breath: "Our agent is very... heroic! He knew that the situation was very critical. At this difficult time, he chose to take off all his protective equipment to protect this precious piece of information. .”

"This is the information we found in the ruins of the scene, from the detective's protective helmet..." He took a deep breath, as if his throat was blocked, and he couldn't say another word. After that, he waved his hand and stuffed the precious information into Hideichi Akai's hands.

Seeing this scene, Akai Hideichi also felt nervous. He grabbed the small piece of paper and opened it lightly. Along with the stains and traces of soot on it, it can be seen that the paper was vaguely written " Rum, the bald old man, the prosthetic eye, the short-tempered, may use the pseudonym 'Wakita Kennori'...'.

This glance made Akai Shuichi feel as if someone had strangled his neck, and his breathing became a little heavier unconsciously. He quickly put the note away, held it in his hand, and asked James silently with his eyes.

He just glanced over it with a vague glance. There are probably dozens of people's names and information. They are all elites from various regions of the Black Organization, all over the world, and there are even detailed descriptions of their appearance and identity information.

"I don't know if this information is reliable." James shook his head slightly, his voice barely audible, "but I think it's true."

"To be honest, we all suspect that there are..." James made a 'spy' gesture.

He continued to add: "So, put the things in your place first."

He said with heavy eyes: "For the sacrifice of our heroic agent, it will not be in vain."

FBI headquarters, conference room.

There was a meeting a while ago to discuss how to deal with the group of cadres from the Black Organization. No one had changed, but the atmosphere in the room was much heavier than the previous meeting.

The man sitting on the first seat said, taking a deep breath, there seemed to be crystals gathering in the corners of his eyes, but they quickly disappeared without a trace.

"I know that we have suffered heavy losses in this operation. According to the calculation and counting of the logistics personnel, the explosives and explosives stored in that house at that time exceeded an astonishing one hundred kilograms... The shock wave can even affect the surrounding four and fifty More or less people involved in this operation have damaged eardrums and impaired hearing.”

"This makes us have to suspect...there are spies inside the FBI." He said, his eyes were like knives, and he swept across the faces of James, the irritable brother, the rest of the cadres and others.

Hearing this sentence, everyone present was shocked.

"This..." The irritable old man wanted to say something, but when he saw the ugly face of his leader, he stopped his words abruptly.He wanted to refute, but didn't know where to start.

There is a residential area surrounded by people, and it has no meaning as a storage warehouse for ammunition and ammunition.

When searching the ruins at the scene, they found a lot of scorched paper materials. It is obvious that this is the information storage place of the black organization.Later, FBI agents went around to check the information, and heard from the neighbors across the street that people came to live in this house every night, and there were shadows and lights at night.This made the leader sitting on the main seat more affirmed his own judgment.

Who would prepare such a large amount of explosives in the place where he sleeps every day.Crazy?Even if you want to destroy the data, you can't play so big.

So this is clearly a trap.It is the enemy who has inquired, knowing that we are coming, and the explosives transported temporarily are used to wipe us out!

"I'm very sorry, everyone. From today onwards, the itinerary of everyone present here, as well as any external contact information, will be strictly controlled." The man in the first seat looked deeply, "Everyone is in groups of two and monitors each other. Cooperate Lead the team to clean up and capture the enemies on the list that Xiu brought over. Don't let any member of the black organization be spared!"

"Understood." Everyone nodded.

The irritable old man even muttered: "It should have been done a long time ago. Before and after, the undercover agents brought the list of members of the organization and didn't start to catch them. I have to..." Waiting until now, I have suffered a big loss...

Sensing the murderous gaze of the man in the first seat, the man sitting opposite James behaved well, showing an embarrassing expression.

Bolivar, far away in neon, sneezes.He had no idea that in such a short period of time, his secretary, a caring and capable second-in-command, had successfully sent his single-family villa to the sky, and by the way, he had ruthlessly tricked the FBI and Rum.

Bolivar rubbed his nose and unfolded the report in front of him.This report is written by Ivy about how she targeted the previous unlucky Yamaguchi Group.It was the unlucky Yamaguchi Group whose heir was dead, the vice president was thrown into prison, and the current boss was so angry that he was put in the hospital.

Now a few months have passed, Mr. Yamaguchi is dying and passed away.His group fell into the hands of several small shareholders and fell apart. Even the Suzuki Tower project of the Suzuki Consortium was forced to suspend.

But it's a good thing.

When Bolivar was building the Ferris wheel before, he noticed that the temporarily hired architects and designers had false reputations and insufficient skills, and some difficult drawings and designs could not be produced at all.

And the Yamaguchi Group, as the construction group hired by the wealthy Suzuki family, has indeed mastered a group of architects and designers with the highest level of neon. What's more, the system here is a lifetime employment system, and it is unrealistic to poach someone.

Bolivar's pen made two strokes on it.Before, he lacked a capable and reliable deputy to help him pull up this route.Now, didn't Haga Ryoichi say that he finished his work?

Now that it's confirmed and he seems to be credible, then pull him over and let's work overtime happily together.

Bolivar raised the corners of his mouth, wrote the word approved on the plan, and then sent a message to Hagara, telling him to come over soon.

"However, there are still many flaws in this plan." Bolivar frowned, marked the parts of the report that were not clearly written with a red pen, and muttered, "The people in the legal department are all from Millikin. It would be bad if someone dug a trap for those who were caught by Jian. Maybe..."

In the world of Conan, who are the trustworthy and reliable legal personnel?

Bolivar once again considered the character of the well-known lawyer he knew, as well as what the other party had done in the Conan case, took out a piece of paper, and wrote a few lines of remarks on it.

After that, he picked up the phone: "Olga, um, please help me check the list of well-known lawyers in Neon...you need to have a good reputation and ability."

"I heard about a very famous lawyer before, you can focus on investigating the other party, that lady is called the 'Undefeated Queen', Fei Yingli, Fei barrister."

"I hope you can judge her character, whether it is the type of brave and righteous, not afraid of power." Bolivar said.

"Understood, boss." Curacao responded, "Please leave it to me."

Bolivar hung up the phone and brought over another plan, 'Notice on Holding the First Internet Electronics Expo'.

This notice was made by President George, and the situation of the other party is indeed not very good. The FBI and the people above dragged his review, stumbling him, wearing small shoes, trying to get him to stand up and clarify the previous things. Misunderstand.However, he is now even more curious about who is the profiteer behind Mocheng's scenes, and he has not let those people replace him after holding on for so long.It seems that it is also a member of the chess player, not a chess piece that can be discarded at will

Bolivar thought about it, shortened Grid's latest development report and sent it to the gentleman's mailbox.In view of the recent disturbances by Shuichi Akai, Belmode and others in Millikin, he felt that this gentleman should not have much interest in paying attention to him here.

I heard that three or four attempts to arrest and behead Akai Shuichi failed, and the title of 'Silver Bullet' became even more controversial, and people in the organization even began to fear Akai Shuichi.

Presumably, that gentleman should be very upset, right?

Bolivar thought.

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