Chapter 432 Plan B
Judy always felt that since the full moon incident, Shuichi Akai's heart, which had been closed off due to the death of his girlfriend, seemed to have loosened a little.
But she didn't know why, so she could only take it as a good thing.
Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder if she and Shuichi Akai still had a chance to get back together, but unfortunately... Even though Shuichi Akai was not as gloomy as before, his attitude towards her was still as cold as before.
the other side.
Three cars drove into an abandoned warehouse one after another.
Gin, Vodka, Chianti and Cohen got out of the car one after another.
Chianti kicked the tire impatiently, cursing under his breath.
"Be quiet, Chianti." Gin glanced at her coldly.
Chianti clicked his tongue, but also stopped moving his feet.
Gin said coldly: "At 4 p.m., DJ's car will pass by the bridge, and the assassination will be carried out there."
"This time, Chianti and Cohen are responsible for support."
"Support? What a joke!" Chianti screamed on the spot.
Cohen also said: "I want to shoot." His tone was flat, but one could also feel the dissatisfaction in it.
Vodka quickly stepped forward to comfort the two: "Don't say that, that guy's car is bulletproof, it's not as easy to be sniped as in the park."
Gin: "Besides, there are bodyguards from the Self-Defense Forces protecting him on both sides. Even if your gun can shoot through the thinnest glass, you can't kill him."
Chianti sighed and shouted, "How do we kill him?"
"Are you going to take off your tourist clothes and stand on the bridge, then ask DJ to give you a ride, and then get in the car?"
Gin looked at Chianti, exuding a cold aura without saying a word.
Volt strengthened his strength and suppressed the twitching of his lips. This woman was really bold.
Just as Chianti kept complaining, a motorcycle came to the warehouse with a roar.
"Ah Lachianti, you were very close!"
"Vermouth?" Chianti turned around with a grim expression.
The person on the motorcycle was wearing a tight suit. The zipper on the chest seemed to be too big to be closed, outlining a hot figure.
If an ordinary man stood here, he would definitely be attracted by this body.
Unfortunately, it seems that none of the men here are normal...
More importantly, that voice was that of Chianti’s most bitter opponent – Vermouth.
Vermouth said in a brisk voice: "I will drive this motorcycle and pretend to fall in front of DJ's car, and when he gets off..."
"Click!" The sound of the car door opening.
"I will deal with him by approaching from behind."
Mizuno Rena also changed into a tight-fitting outfit, but her figure was much worse than Vermouth's. The most obvious thing was that her zipper could be pulled to the top...
Of course, it is also possible that Vermouth deliberately did not zip up her pants. There is no need for Kiel to be jealous of her, yours is also very bulging.
Gin also said: "At this time, DJ's bodyguards will also get off the car. Take care of them. This is your mission, Chianti, Cohen."
After being assigned a task, Chianti stopped shouting, but she was still a little skeptical: "But DJ is such a cautious person, will he get off the car?"
Vermouth chuckled: "Don't worry, seeing the woman with a helmet knocked off and blood all over her head, DJ, who has a strong sense of justice, will definitely get out of the car to check the situation."
Chianti was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter while holding her belly. "Stop joking. There are so many cars on the bridge. If a famous actress like you shows up, wouldn't you be exposed right away? Don't forget, those FBI dogs have been tracking your scent the whole time!"
Vermouth smiled and said, "Ah, are you worried about me? But it doesn't matter, the one who will show up is this woman."
Belmode pulled open the mask on his helmet, revealing a bloody and somewhat hideous face.
Chianti's eyes widened in surprise.
Vodka was surprised and said, "Is it Kiriko Dokujima from the Nimatsukai? I see. If it was someone who had sent someone to assassinate him as rumored, DJ would definitely get off the car to check the situation."
Chianti was speechless now, and spat, "I see, no wonder this woman came out so brazenly."
Cohen didn't say as much as Chianti, and asked Gin in a low voice: "Where, where, Gin."
Gin said coldly: "The place to deal with DJ is VANE B."
Vodka pulled out a map and Gin poked it twice with his finger: "Cohen is here, Chianti is here. Don't mess it up, you two."
"Got it." Chianti looked at the map and noted his position, then shouted to Cohen, "Let's go, Cohen!"
Cohen noted his position and followed Chianti into the car.
Mizunashi Reina walked up to Vermouth and asked, "Vermouth, where is my motorcycle?"
Vermouth raised her hand and pointed: "Behind the container."
"Got it, thank you." Rena Mizunashi turned and walked behind the container.
"Kil," Vermouth suddenly shouted, "You can't be... this?" Vermouth tapped the dashboard of the motorcycle with the back of her fingers.
The English word for this action is knock. What Vermouth means is, are you a NOC, or Non Official Cover, which refers to spies who disguise themselves as ordinary people to infiltrate other countries to carry out secret activities. Simply put, it is -
Are you an undercover agent?
Mizuno Rena sneered: "How is that possible?" and then went to get her motorcycle.
Vermouth took a deep look at Rena Mizunashi's back and said to the others, "I'll leave first. If anything goes wrong, you have to support me!"
"I have a bad feeling about this assassination."
Chianti, Vermouth's number one anti-fan, sneered and said, "Leave it to me. If you fall into the hands of the other party, I will definitely give you a bullet immediately to prevent the organization's secrets from being leaked."
Vermouth didn't care about Chianti's ridicule at all. Instead, she pointed to her face and said, "Then you have to aim at the face. Otherwise, if the public knows that I am involved in the assassination, it will be very troublesome, right?"
Gin frowned and said coldly: "What do you care about, Vermouth?"
Although his words seemed to express concern, it was more likely that Gin was worried that the action would fail.
"No, maybe I'm overthinking it." Vermouth waved her hand, released the brake, stepped on the accelerator and left the warehouse.
On the road, motorcycles sped past, constantly overtaking the vehicles in front.
Vermouth recalled the bright red sports car she caught a glimpse of when she left the parking lot, and a slightly anticipatory smile appeared on her ferocious face beneath the mask.
"Come on, let me see, how are you going to crack our operation this time?"