Chapter 672: Don't be in a hurry, let Vermouth move first

Twenty minutes later, Korn and Chianti were all in position, while Gin and Vodka waited in the car.

Everything was ready, and everyone was staring at the entrance of the coffee shop, just waiting for Shuichi Akai's figure to appear.

In a flash, ten minutes passed, and the clock had pointed to the 10 o'clock position.

But Shuichi Akai did not appear.

"Where is Vermouth?"

Vodka used binoculars to look at the entire street.

Because it was cold and raining, there wasn't a single person on the road.

There were only a few cars parked on the side of the road.

Vermouth's location couldn't be seen at all.

"Brother, Vermouth wouldn't be lying to us, would she?"

Gin didn't speak; his dark green eyes were like those of a savage wolf, and a sinister laugh came from his mouth.

"Hehe, if that's the case, it would be even more interesting."

"Huh, the lights in the coffee shop are out; someone is walking out."

Vodka said suddenly.

Gin also immediately raised his binoculars.

Shuichi Akai, wearing a black knit cap, carrying a black bag, and smoking a cigarette, walked out of the coffee shop.

He stood at the entrance, looking up at the raindrops in the sky.

The light from the roadside illuminated his face, clearly revealing his features.

"Shuichi Akai! He really appeared!"

"Gin, should we act?"

Chianti's eager voice came through the earpiece.

"Wait, don't be in a hurry, let Vermouth move first."

A dangerous light flickered in Gin's eyes.

In the field of view of the binoculars, Shuichi Akai began to move his feet; he walked two steps along the street, then suddenly stopped.

Shuichi Akai suddenly turned around alertly and reached his hand into his bag.

At the same time, the door of the car parked on the side of the road opened, revealing Vermouth lying in the back seat.

"Silver Bullet, goodbye."

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft...

The pistol with a silencer made a low sound.

Shuichi Akai was hit and kept backing up, several wounds appearing on his body, and blood gushing out from the wounds.

Gin stared through the binoculars at every detail, but unfortunately, there was some light rain in the air, so it wasn't very clear.

Vermouth fired all the bullets in her magazine, and Shuichi Akai had already backed up against the glass display window behind him.

One of his eyes was tightly closed from the pain, while the other was wide open, looking at the woman with hateful eyes.

"Vermouth, so it was you..."

"I didn't expect it would come to this!"

Shuichi Akai pulled his hand out of the bag with force; in his hand was a black object.

"Chianti, fire a shot at his head!"

Gin commanded into the earpiece.

Bang.

A huge gunshot rang through the quiet rainy night.

The bullet instantly pierced through Shuichi Akai's head and hit the display window behind him.

The glass shattered with a crash.

Shuichi Akai fell stiffly into the dark shop, and the black object in his hand rolled down and fell to the ground.

Gin's binoculars followed him.

Seeing only a few seconds of countdown left on it, he shouted loudly into the earpiece: "Careful, there's a bomb!"

Boom!

A huge explosion lit up the dark night.

Vermouth rolled out from the other side of the car in a disheveled state.

"Pick her up, we're leaving."

Gin lowered his binoculars, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Goodbye, Silver Bullet! No, it's goodbye forever!"

The next day, a news report played on the television.

"An explosion occurred near a high-end apartment last night; the deceased was a male between 20 and 30 years old, and because the body was charred, the identity could not be confirmed..."

"According to reliable sources, there were also multiple gunshot wounds on the deceased's body. Currently, the police have determined this to be a case of intentional homicide and have opened an investigation."

Vodka watched the news and grinned.

"Vermouth, you're really impressive; the traitor that the organization couldn't kill for so many years was killed by you."

"However, why would Shuichi Akai hide in that coffee shop? That's truly a puzzling thing."

Gin, who was beside him, scrutinized the blonde woman.

Vermouth smiled and said: "At first, I was also puzzled, until one day, I saw two people walk into the coffee shop."

"Who?"

"Akaso Kaze and Jodie."

Hearing the Onmyoji's name, Gin couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"Later, I found out that the FBI investigator lived in the high-end apartment opposite, and Akaso Kaze has been visiting her frequently lately."

"An Onmyoji and the FBI are together?"

Gin's gaze flickered.

"But that Jodie should be Shuichi Akai's superior, right? Why would he monitor his own superior?"

"Hehe, you probably don't know, but before Shuichi Akai infiltrated our organization, he and Jodie were boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Men always like to be jealous."