Chapter 230

"Everyone, please lean forward a little and look down..."

Just as the man turned his face toward the tourists, the sound of helicopter rotors suddenly came from behind him.

"Ah, a helicopter!"

"A pure black helicopter is so rare."

Hearing the tourists, the man turned his head to look behind him.

A helicopter painted pitch-black was flying toward the CN Tower.

"Could that helicopter be..."

A shadow fell over the man's expression.

Just then, the man's body shook violently. He felt a warm liquid on his chest and looked down.

"Ah..."

The front of his chest was stained a bright red with blood, soaking through a large area in the blink of an eye.

The man standing at the edge of the platform collapsed forward powerlessly. The safety rope connected to the rail snapped taut, causing his body to tilt sharply outward.

Seeing the man leaning out and suspended in the air, the tourists let out a cheer and applause.

No one noticed that fresh blood was flowing out from his limp, hanging sleeve.

At the open cabin door of the black helicopter, a woman sat with her legs stretched out. She opened her left eye, which was tattooed with a butterfly, and moved her gaze away from the sniper rifle's scope.

The helicopter banked sharply and slowly moved away from the CN Tower.

Chianti, a sniper as skilled as Korn, looked at the man's suspended body and let out a mocking laugh: "How unsightly. It's a death scene quite fitting for a spy."

After spitting out these disdainful words, Chianti moved the microphone on her helmet to her lips.

"Aquavit has been taken out."

"As expected of you. Come back immediately."

Hearing the voice, Chianti clicked her tongue in annoyance: "Tch, even if you didn't say it, I would have done so."

The surface of the Spree River shimmered, reflecting the glow of the sunset as a cruise ship slowly sailed by. Passing through the bridge arch ahead, the Berlin Cathedral appeared on the left-hand side.

On the small island within the cathedral area, there are five museums and art galleries.

One of them, the Pergamon Museum, looks like a Greek temple. A woman was running behind this museum.

A suppressed pistol made a faint sound; a bullet struck the ground in front of the woman, forcing her to stop.

"Hey, hey, where are you planning to go? Didn't I say I'd give you a one-minute reprieve?"

Vodka, holding his gun, said.

The woman glared at him fiercely: "I already told you, I am not a spy!"

"Are you saying we can no longer tell black from white?"

Hearing the voice from behind, the woman turned her head sharply.

Gin walked slowly out from the shadows of the building.

"Right, Riesling?"

The eyes revealed through her long bangs flashed with a fierce light, and the woman's body stiffened instantly.

Gin looked at the Spree River flowing past the three of them.

"The opposite bank and this bank—the sides are already clearly drawn."

Gin pointed his gun at Riesling.

"Besides you, who else has infiltrated us? Spit out their names!"

Vodka also looked at Riesling and said: "Confess quickly. You don't want to suffer, do you?"

"No matter how many times you ask, I can't say! I am not a spy at all. Even if you threaten me, it's useless, Gin!"

Looking at Riesling, who was facing him again, a smile appeared on Gin's lips.

"Threaten? Do you think I would do something so cute?"

His cruel, cold gaze and icy tone made Riesling's hair stand on end.

"Five more seconds."

Just as Vodka began the countdown, Riesling took a step back with her left foot, then turned sharply to the left and sprinted toward the riverbank.

"Four, three, two, one."

Gin did not chase; he calmly counted down while moving his muzzle.

"Zero!"

Just as Riesling was about to jump into the river, the bullet Gin fired struck her in the head.

The sound of her falling into the water rang out, and a patch of blood spread across the river surface.

As Riesling's body floated to the surface, a cruise ship sailed past her.

The waves created by the ship's hull covered the blood and the corpse. The tourists on the cruise ship were engrossed in admiring the sights on the riverbank; no one noticed the corpse of the woman who had been shot in the head.

After the cruise ship passed, Vodka walked to the bank, confirmed the corpse floating on the water, and nodded to Gin.

"Let's go. Move quickly."

Gin said as he walked away. Vodka asked from behind: "Where to?"

"Japan."

"Could it be?!"

"We are finally going back."

Gin whispered, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, "Master Onmyoji, please wait for me..."

"Hey, Vermouth, has Curaçao still not been found?"

Rum's gloomy voice came over the phone.

"Not yet. Why? Are you in a hurry?" Vermouth's lips curled slightly.

"Hmph, Gin and Vodka have already taken out the moles abroad. I've told them to rush back to Tokyo now. Also, Chianti and Korn—they will arrive soon."

"Are you crazy? Sending so many people over." Vermouth widened her eyes. "Tokyo is my territory!"

"Not anymore!" A cold laugh came from the phone. "I have already reported to the Boss. Curaçao must not be lost; we must get our hands on the FBI's mole list."

"Heh heh." Vermouth laughed. "Have you forgotten? That Master Onmyoji is in Tokyo. He won't sit idly by."

"Onmyoji? Hmph, I've wanted to meet him for a long time. This time, I've had Gin bring the organization's latest research results. I want to see whether high-tech weapons are stronger, or that Onmyoji's magic power is."

Hanging up the phone, Vermouth's expression turned cold.

"Bastard, to actually use that kind of weapon. Once the Onmyoji is angered, I'm afraid the Black Organization will suffer heavy losses again."

"No, I must make preparations early."

Jodie's car was parked in the parking lot, looking at the photos James had given her.

In the photos were two foreign men and one foreign woman.

"The UK's MI6, Canada's CSIS, Germany's BND... intelligence agents from various countries have been assassinated one after another."

"Could it be?"

Jodie moved her gaze away from the photos. James nodded affirmatively: "The common thread is that they all infiltrated that organization."

"Was it really those guys from the Black Organization?" Jodie gritted her teeth.

Camel, in the passenger seat, also turned around: "According to the report sent by Akai, it was the Black Organization agent Curaçao who infiltrated the National Police Agency to steal the data."

Jodie, in the driver's seat, said "Hmm" and frowned.

"Two days ago, Vermouth infiltrated the Metropolitan Police Department. I gathered a large number of people to ambush her, but who knew we would come up empty-handed."

"I felt something was wrong at the time and immediately notified the National Police Agency, and even sent Akai over, but I didn't expect Curaçao to still get away. However, I heard that woman has gone missing, and the Black Organization is also searching for her."

James said coldly: "We must find Curaçao before we suffer even greater losses and grasp exactly how much information has been leaked. The whole world is already in a panic."

James's gloomy expression was reflected in the back seat window.

Intelligence that could plunge the whole world into panic?

"What exactly was the data that was stolen?" Jodie asked, frowning.