Chapter 225 The upcoming party
On the rooftop not far from the exit of Xianqiao Station.
A tall, thin-faced man with a big nose took off his hat, shook off the snow on it, put it back on, and continued to check the gun in silence.
On the rooftop of another building diagonally opposite him, a woman with brown-red mushroom-shaped short hair, a swallowtail butterfly tattoo under her left eye, and a wild expression on her face was leaning against a low wall, observing the movements on the road.
"Tsk!" The woman made an impatient sound, raised her hand to brush off the snow on her hair, and said into the intercom, "What kind of horrible weather is this? It's snowing so heavily that it affects my vision."
Seeing her companion remained silent, the woman could not help but complain: "Cohen, are you dumb?"
Cohen ignored her and continued to check the gun, wiping the snow off the scope.
Chianti sighed and continued to look at the empty street.
At this time, the sun had not yet risen, and only a few street lamps emitted a dim light, barely illuminating a small area of the road.
There was no one around the station and it was very quiet. Faint sounds of footsteps could be heard on the road, slowly approaching.
When Chianti heard the footsteps, he didn't take it lightly. He quickly stood up and looked in the direction of the sound. However, the flying snow affected his vision so much that he could only barely see a person walking towards the station.
Raising his beloved gun, Chianti looked through the scope and saw a middle-aged man walking stealthily and looking around. His face was exactly the same as the photo provided by Vodka.
"Cohen, the target has appeared." Chianti whispered to his companions through the walkie-talkie.
Cohen paused what he was doing, then quickly crawled onto the low wall and looked at the man through the scope.
The two men looked carefully in the direction the man came from, and found that no one was following them.
"It looks like he came here alone. What? Sneaking like a rat." Chianti spat.
Cohen said nothing, but continued to aim his sniper rifle at the man.
Suddenly, the man seemed to realize something and suddenly raised his head and looked to both sides.
The two were startled and instinctively crouched down.
Chianti muttered quietly, "Sure enough, just like what Vodka said, he is a man who is extremely suspicious and neurotic."
As soon as the man came over, he looked around, checking almost every window of every building, even the rooftops.
Cohen nodded without saying anything, not caring that his companions in the other building couldn't see him nodding at all.
Chianti estimated that the time was about right, so he stood up carefully and looked down, just in time to see the man's back as he entered the station. He took out his cell phone and called Vodka.
"Vodka, the target has entered the station, where are you?" As soon as the call was connected, Chianti shouted loudly into the microphone.
Vodka hissed and quickly moved the phone away, trying to suppress the buzzing sound in his ears. He said he'd be there soon and hung up.
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With a squeak, Vodka's car stopped at the entrance of the station. He checked the time and saw that it was still 4 minutes before 5 o'clock. He got out of the car, looked around, and finally looked up at the rooftop not far away.
I could vaguely see a man on the roof aiming a gun at me.
Vodka's mouth twitched slightly, and he took out his cell phone and made a call.
"Why aren't you going in? The target has been here for a while." Chianti's impatient voice came from the phone.
"Did you spot any suspicious persons?"
"No, he's the only one."
Vodka nodded and hung up the phone.
He looked around and since neither Chianti nor Cohen had found the target, Itakura Taku should have come alone.
Taking out a cigarette and lighting it, Vodka smiled grimly and walked into the station.
Vodka walked quickly to the storage locker in the basement.
"Hey Mr. Itakura, are you here?"
There was no electricity in the station under construction. Vodka shone a flashlight around and walked towards locker No. 32 while calling Itakura Taku's name.
"Itakura, I know you are here, come out quickly!" Vodka shouted impatiently when there was no response.
Not here? Vodka frowned. Didn't Chianti say someone came in?
When he arrived at locker No. 32, Vodka shone a flashlight and found a check stuck on the locker door.
He took it down and took a look, and found that the amount on it was the same as the amount he had paid to Itakura Taku.
Huh? Vodka was about to look for someone when he found that he had opened the door when he took the check. There was a transparent box taped to the bottom of the locker with a floppy disk inside.
"Is this the software that I asked Taku Itakura to make?" Vodka muttered, and without thinking too much, he took off his gloves and tore off the tape.
What a fool! Not only did he not dare to trade face to face, he even returned the original check. Did he think we would let him go? Vodka sneered.
He spit out the burnt cigarette with a "Puh" sound, took out his cell phone with his other hand and called Chianti: "Hello, it's me, Itakura isn't here. He must not have gone far. Find him."
"What did you say? Didn't you see anyone go out?" Vodka shouted in dissatisfaction, "He must be nearby, find him out for me quickly!..."
"Click!" Vodka's scalp went numb and he felt someone pointing a gun at the back of his head. He subconsciously raised his hands in surrender.
"What are you doing?" Gin's cold voice sounded behind him.
"Big, big brother?" Vodka breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the familiar voice.
"Isn't the transaction time at 12 o'clock tomorrow morning?" Gin's voice was still cold.
Vodka turned around and said with a dry laugh: "That guy said that he had to be hospitalized for a physical examination and didn't have time to come, so we changed the time."
"Oh?" Gin put his gun to Vodka's chin and said coldly, "He communicated with you via email just to make it easier to change the time, right?"
"No, it's not," Vodka was sweating profusely and organizing his words carefully. He was worried that if he said something wrong, his eldest brother would make a hole in his chin.
"We set the time for the transaction. The electricity supply to the villa where that guy lived was cut off by the snowstorm, so we communicated over the phone. And we have successfully obtained the software."
Vodka didn't even bother to tear off the tape, he just pulled off the floppy disk box and handed it to Gin.
Gin looked at the box coldly, and suddenly sneered: "Do you know why he fixed it with tape and handed it to us?"
Vodka was stunned.
Gin said coldly: "In order to collect your fingerprints, you can't tear the tape with gloves on. And..." Gin picked up the cigarette butt on the ground through his gloves, "When you can't wait for anyone, you can't help smoking... As long as you test the saliva on it..."
Gin sneered and put the cigarette holder into Vodka's mouth without finishing his words.
Vodka's face suddenly darkened. He stuffed the cigarette holder into his pocket, spit out the dust in his mouth, and said angrily: "That guy Itakura actually dared to plot against me! I will find him right away."
"You mean, he is here?" Gin looked at Vodka coldly.
Vodka nodded, "Yes, Chianti saw him come into the station."
"Really?" Gin sneered and took out his pistol. "In that case, let's find this old fox..."
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At the same time, at about the same time
Conan used the farsightedness function of his glasses to observe the entrance of the station.
"How is it?" Miyano Shiho asked nervously.
Conan shook his head: "Nothing for now."
Miyano Shiho was about to breathe a sigh of relief when her face suddenly changed. She looked in horror as a black Porsche drove across the road in front of them and stopped at the entrance of the station.
A tall, thin man with long silver hair and a hat got off the train and walked into the station.
Conan also saw this scene, and hurriedly pulled Miyano Shiho to lie down, a look of fear in his eyes.
Gin? Why is he here?
"Yuya!" Miyano Shiho was shaking with fear, but she immediately remembered that the man was still inside the station, so she pushed open the car door and got out without thinking.
"Wait!" Conan pulled her back, "Someone's coming again!"
Miyano Shiho's pupils had dilated to the extreme due to fear. She turned her head blankly and saw a black Chevrolet coming from the direction of the Porsche and also stopped at the station entrance.
A man wearing a knitted hat got off the car and entered the station without stopping.
"Akai Shuichi?!" Conan widened his eyes.
What's going on? What happened?
Why did Gin come here, and why did Shuichi Akai suddenly appear?
Conan felt that things were beyond his expectations.
what happened?