Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

The sky began to become a little hazy, and the moon that should have been hanging in the night sky hid behind layers of clouds at some point.

The time came to four thirty-nine,

The gaming table of destiny was officially opened. As the dealer and gamblers took their seats, a croupier whose face was unclear began to deal the cards.

Determined to send the equipment outside before the CIA's support arrived, the black-haired man quickly launched an operation.

Pretending to be honest and honest, the black-haired man muttered that he knew a secret passage leading to the top deck, and that the secret passage could also lead directly to the front cabin of the freighter.

As a giant cargo ship with international voyages, the front cab of this cargo ship has special bulletproof equipment that is difficult to match in the cab of an ordinary freighter.

Not only is there a special anti-theft thickened iron door that requires code deciphering to enter, but even the front glass is made of high-grade bulletproof material. In order to guard against sea bandits that may appear along the way, it is even equipped with many weapons.

Hearing the temptation in the black-haired man's words, Toru Amuro maintained an upright attitude and dismissed the black-haired man lightly on the grounds that there was probably a bomb that had been installed but not detonated on the freighter. The man actually preferred the idea of ​​going to the front cabin of the freighter.

Now on the entire freighter, those who were here before are basically on the deck. If the black-haired man is not lured over, the next scene will not be easy to sing.

After hearing the excuse given by Toru Amuro, the black-haired man thought for a while and finally gave up on the agreement to meet his companions in the cab.

The CIA is right. Once there is a bomb about to explode on the freighter, staying in the cab is not suitable for escaping. It is better to go to the top floor first, where there are a large number of containers stacked up.

By hiding in the container, we should be able to contact other people.

Thinking of the mysterious methods exerted on the equipment in the cardboard box in his hand, as well as on himself, the black-haired man suddenly felt confident.

Immediately, he took Toru Amuro to the secret passage of this freighter.

Toru Amuro followed behind, and the expression on his face instantly transformed into Bourbon's hunting state.

In the front cab, Yamazaki, who had been waiting quietly for a long time, waited for the third uninvited guest who opened the door with a password and walked in.

Yamasaki, who was hiding in the blind corner of his sight, slit the visitor's throat with only a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing.

Then, she dragged the body of the third uninvited guest to the place where the first two bodies were placed, returned to the original blind spot, and quietly waited for the arrival of the fourth one.

Four forty-eight,

Following the black-haired man, Amuro Turbine arrived at the central stacking area of ​​containers on the top floor of the freighter safely, and indeed did not meet a third person along the way.

Lifting the lid above his head, he climbed up a simple metal ladder to the top of a container. Looking at the clearly visible deck in the distance, Toru Amuro found that the black-haired man had relaxed very obviously.

Noticing this change, Toru Amuro immediately raised the alarm in his heart to the highest level, and then pretended to casually move his short golden hair that was slightly fluttering in the wind behind his ears, and at the same time tapped the miniature headset hidden in his ears one after another. Three times.

After receiving the signal from Bourbon, everyone subconsciously heightened their vigilance.

"what……"

"What bit me?"

"My God..."

"..."

Accompanied by an inaudible whisper, a series of painful screams resounded throughout the entire top floor of the freighter in an instant.

Champagne, who was hiding among dozens of crew members, hugged his head in fear and trembled, looking very frightened.

However, there was no trace of fear in his eyes, but he was quickly calculating everything he had seen in just a few seconds.

Action so soon?

The target that Bourbon was staring at had just arrived at the central container stacking area on the top floor. With Bourbon's keen observation, it should be impossible for the man holding the equipment to contact his companions under his nose.

What's more, the signal on the freighter has been blocked. Except for the organization's communication equipment, other communication equipment cannot be used at this time.

However, such a large group of people were suddenly attacked, including members of the organization disguised as CIA, and it happened that the man holding the equipment that Bourbon was tracking arrived at the central area where the containers were stacked with a clear view.

It can't really be a coincidence, right?

Champagne silently marked this sentence with a big cross in his heart.

Obviously, the man's companions should have known his location and the situation he was currently facing, so they deliberately created this raid.

But if it wasn't through electronic devices, how did the man's companions learn the news?

Also, what method did the other party use to attack so many people at once?

Listening to the screams of pain ringing in his ears and the sound of falling to the ground, Champagne's mind quickly recalled the scenes he had observed before.

According to the reports from the headset, all the people who were recruited were located on the surface of the freighter, which included the deck, container stacking area, and the passage leading to the lower level.

The members of the organization located on the middle and bottom floors of the freighter were not attacked, nor were Bourbon and the target he was following, nor were all the people on the deck wearing navy blue employee uniforms, including him.

The coverage of this attack is obviously quite accurate.

"It should be a flying poisonous insect."

Kageko Morofuku, who had excellent dynamic vision and had been paying attention to the deck situation through the sniper scope, was the first to capture the reason.

Through the public channel connected in the headset, the news was quickly known to others in the organization.

Flying poisonous insects? Human manipulation? Mysterious side?

Rum quickly deduced in his mind that there was a mysterious person behind this sudden attack.

Immediately afterwards, Rum quickly identified the real culprit suspected of driving the poisonous insects by recalling what he had seen through the miniature camera hanging on the chest of a member of the organization responsible for guarding the freighter crew and stevedores whose hands and feet were bound.

"Champagne, pay attention to the man in front of you on your left. He said something before the attack, and his expression was not right.

The rest of you, pay attention to the tiny creatures around you. "

After Rum finished speaking, he felt a little regretful.

If I had known earlier, I should have asked them to gag those people when they arrested them earlier.

Gin looked through the sniper scope and unabashedly locked his eyes on the person Rum was talking about. The anger in his heart grew as this member who should be from the mysterious side had mysterious skills such as driving insects and animals. high.

Since he has this ability, he should be an important member of the organization behind the scenes.

However, even so, if a bullet hits the vital part, you will still die.

Silently giving the opponent a death sentence in his heart, Gin, who always had a hatred superimposed buff on the mysterious side members, put his hand on the trigger of the sniper rifle with some eagerness to try.

After hearing Rum's mechanical sound prompt, Amuro Toru's expression did not change. At the same time, without attracting the black-haired man's attention, he cleverly observed his surroundings and the situation around the black-haired man.

That is? spider?

When he saw a red spider that was only the size of a fingernail hanging straight on the cuff of the black-haired man holding the cardboard box, Amuro Toru's pupils shrank, then with a look of surprise on his face, he pointed at the spider and asked softly:

"There is a spider hanging on your sleeve. Judging from the color, it should be a poisonous spider, right?"

The black-haired man looked panicked. He didn't expect to be discovered by Toru Amuro.

"Don't be afraid, I'll help you get rid of it."

Toru Amuro understood the panic on the black-haired man's face as fear. He took out a tissue from an unknown pocket and reached out to kill the red spider on the man's sleeve.

The man subconsciously took a step back and turned his brain vigorously, trying to find a reason that could keep the spider alive without making the CIA next to him suspicious.

However, in the current situation, there is no reasonable excuse at all.

Seeing the blond and dark-skinned CIA approaching step by step, the dark-haired man became more and more panicked.

The next second, accompanied by a stinging pain, the unprepared black-haired man froze in place with a look of shock on his face.

After injecting all the potion in the injection into the body of the man in black, Toru Amuro completely removed his disguise as a just CIA agent, revealing a dark and mysterious smile belonging to Bourbon on his face.

Only then did the man in black realize that he had been deceived by the blond and dark man in front of him.

After wrapping the empty injection in a tissue and putting it back into his pocket, Toru Amuro first reported the latest information slowly, and then took out a pair of white gloves from his pants pocket.

After putting on the gloves, Toru Amuro glanced at Starscream, which was still hanging on the sleeve of the man in black, took out a small transparent plastic bag that he carried with him from his pocket, and squeezed Starscream to death directly through the transparent plastic bag.

The black-haired man's jaw dropped when he saw Amuro Tohru's movements, and the face of the man who was specifically reminded to pay attention by Rum changed drastically.

Gin caught this look and immediately pulled the trigger.

With the sound of a gunshot, a specially-made sniper bullet pierced the shoulder of the poisonous insect controller at a distance of seven hundred yards.

Immediately afterwards, two or three members of the organization, disguised as freighter crew members like Champagne, broke free from the ropes on their bodies, stood up and drew their guns at the poisonous insect operator who was shot in the shoulder.

When several firearms were aimed at fatal places such as the head and heart, and there were snipers taking aim in the distance, this mysterious poisonous insect controller not only showed no trace of fear on his face, but even had a hint of a mysterious smile.

"Why don't you just kill me?"

Speaking of this, he seemed to remember something, and glanced at the member of the black organization who was still lying on the ground, holding his injury and looking in pain, unable to even get up. There was a look of realization on his face, but the smile in his eyes. More and more intense:

"Ah, by the way, you still have to rely on me to detoxify your companions, otherwise they will have to report to hell in twenty minutes."

"It's just that I always hate being threatened, and I'm in a very bad mood now.

Let's do this, return the equipment you took back to me, and then hand over the person who killed my precious Red Spider to my disposal, and I will be merciful and spare these people's lives. "

Having said this, the killing intent in the blond poisonous insect controller emerged uncontrollably. Although he still had a smile on his face, everyone could see that this man was burning with rage.

"Time is limited, you have to make a choice as soon as possible. Should you save one person's life or the lives of a group of people?"

There was a trace of confusion on the faces of several organization members.

Not only these few, but most of the organization members who clearly heard what the blond poisonous insect controller said through the communication channel in the headset were also trapped in a difficult choice.

Regarding the fate of a person and the fate of a group of people, according to the standard of maximizing interests, the answer can be easily obtained.

However, now that the person placed on the other end of the choice scale is Bourbon, it is worth worrying about.

If it were bourbon a few months ago, it wouldn’t be so confusing.

But now, Bourbon's immediate boss is Whiskey, the leader of the equipment team, and Mr. Whiskey's reputation for protecting shortcomings is well-known in the organization.

All members of the organization who are qualified to enter the gossip forum have heard such a past story about rum and whiskey.

Rum, who used to be the second-in-command of the organization, just wanted to lend some of Whiskey's men, but they all got into trouble with Whiskey. It is said that he even got into trouble with that gentleman later on, and ultimately failed.

Because of this matter, Whiskey continued to cause trouble for Rum and his equipment team for a long time.

During that time, the organization was in a state of flux.

Among them, there was an unlucky guy who received a batch of substandard weapons and equipment from the equipment team. While performing a dangerous mission, the bomb that was originally scheduled for the time did not explode, and he was almost beaten to pieces by the enemy.

If it weren't for the fact that the temporary mission partner he teamed up with at that time happened to be Gin, the unlucky guy might just be left in the cold.

Later, the unlucky guy was shot several times and was fished out by Gin and thrown into the emergency room. He lay there for a month and luckily escaped with his life.

Rum, who later learned about this, used this as an excuse to go to Whiskey to investigate, without even seeing Whiskey's face.

McCarron, who was wandering around the base at the time, simply used the excuse "It was an accident, it's normal" to block him back. Rum was so angry that he went to his husband and cried.

In the end, the gentleman who got Whiskey got a few words of reprimand and sent an extremely perfunctory apology email to Rum, and the matter was settled.

Since then, Whiskey's reputation for protecting shortcomings has spread far and wide. Even the second-in-command Rum, who was in full power at the time, no longer dared to have any evil intentions with Whiskey's subordinates.

In the past, Rum just wanted to do something with Whiskey's men, and found a serious excuse for secondment. They were all pushed back neatly by the whiskey.

Later, Rum and his intelligence team were in trouble for a long time because of Whiskey's vengeful spirit.

Nowadays, who has the courage to say that he will directly send whiskey to his subordinates to die?