Chapter 610

"As expected of an FBI agent, just because of one of my catchphrases, you found out so many things!"

Vermouth's mouth curled slightly.

"No wonder Gin and the others could obtain my escort route in advance; I'm afraid you provided it to them, with the goal of taking my life?"

Jodie snorted coldly and said with an expressionless face:

"I have already heard that you reached an agreement with the FBI's top brass; as long as you are sent to America, you agree to become a witness."

"If you are rescued back by the Organization, you are still a high-ranking member, but if you really reach America, you can successfully break free from the Organization's control and become an FBI witness."

"Truly worthy of being the thousand-faced witch Vermouth, you even prepared a retreat. It's just a pity that you probably didn't expect to fall into my hands."

"Hehe." Vermouth laughed.

"My retreats are more than just one."

"Did you think I would really get into the car without confirming the driver's identity?"

"I knew it was you a long time ago; I let you take me away on purpose."

"And what is easier to leave a dangerous place than being led by an FBI investigator?"

"As for now..."

A gust of wind blew by, Vermouth's long golden hair fluttered with the wind, and a smile of victory appeared on her face.

"Do you think I would come with you alone? Little sister, you miscalculated."

She extended her fair right hand, formed it into the shape of a gun, and aimed it at Jodie.

"The reunion after twenty years ends here; it's time to say goodbye! Come on, smile at me, and thank me for sending you to see that father of yours who is far away in heaven!"

At the same time, on the high roof, Calvados's sniper rifle was aimed at Jodie.

Seeing Vermouth's posture, the corner of his mouth curled slightly, and he pulled the trigger.

Bang.

The bullet spun out of the muzzle, passed through a small, dark door that had suddenly appeared, and then flew out from another door in reverse, drilling into the space between Calvados's eyebrows.

The smile on Calvados's face hadn't even disappeared when a spray of blood mist exploded from the back of his head.

The luster in his eyes vanished instantly, his body went limp, and he slid down the sloped roof.

Looking at the falling corpse, Vermouth's face turned pale instantly.

She screamed in shock: "Cal?"

"So that's how it is."

As soon as Vermouth finished speaking, a door opened in front of her.

A tall figure walked out.

"So that guy's name is Cal! A sniper rifle, a shotgun, and three pistols; I thought he was an arms dealer?"

Different firearms floated around him, thin spider silk pulling them, all aimed at Vermouth simultaneously.