The famous criminal in the world of Conan

Chapter 487 There is an ambush!

"boom!"

The 7.62mm bullet was spurting out flames, and its powerful force made it fly out of the barrel of the AWM sniper rifle, cutting through the air and hitting the target 300 yards away in an instant.

Cohen's hand exploded the moment it was hit by the sniper bullet.

However, such a tragic and successful sniper attack made Shuichi Akai's pupils dilate again.

He is not Cohen!

This thought suddenly appeared in Akai Shuichi's mind, and he frantically shouted to James and other FBI agents on the other side of the headset,

"Stop! The person in that place is not Cohen!"

"what?!"

James was also shocked, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

That place is not Cohen, so it is for...

fishing!

The word appeared in the minds of Shuichi Akai and James at the same time.

They thought that they were the hunters and the people in the organization were the prey.

As everyone knows...

"Stop! Stop!"

"Mike! Brown! Anthony!... Stop the action! Retreat immediately!"

James and Shuichi Akai gave orders to the other federal agents at the same time.

Everyone who can become an FBI agent is an elite among the elites, and they all have outstanding abilities.

When Akai Shuichi shouted, they knew they had fallen into a trap, so without saying anything, they all looked for places to hide.

Although I don’t know where the organization’s people are, it’s too dangerous to continue being exposed on the streets at this time!

But......

It's too late.

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"Tequila, start closing the net."

Gin's cold voice sounded in the communication channel of the headset.

"Haha, I see!"

Tequila sneered.

At the same time, another intercom in his hand, which was used to contact external members, was activated.

"On xxx Street, a homeless man is approaching point C."

"X Avenue, the guy who was on the phone for ten minutes hung up and moved towards point C."

"xx..."

A series of different voices came out from Tequila's intercom.

The streets were already deserted at around four in the morning, and now it was snowing, so apart from some office workers who were forced to work, there were only homeless people and rickshaw drivers walking on the road.

People from the organization and the FBI were mixed in at this time.

Although the number of people was small, it was clear that the organization did not want to cause widespread disturbance.

Thus, the plan to lure the snake out of its hole was born.

"Humph!"

Gin snorted coldly, his cold face now full of bloodthirstiness and disdain.

"Vodka, we'll go from the east."

"Tequila, you lead the men to the west."

"Kill them if you see them. A few small agents are useless. Just give them a warning."

"yes, Sir!"

"Okay, Gin."

Gin's left hand, which was in his pocket, had already tightly grasped the gun handle. Vodka and Tequila also spoke in turn.

The two sides advanced in two directions, but Gin and Vodka walked forward in a swaggering and unhurried manner, while Tequila led the outer members to disperse and encircle the two sides of the street.

At this time, another gunshot was heard in the headset.

Gin's footsteps, as if the god of death was knocking on the door, paused slightly, and then a cold and mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

You finally lost your cool, Rye!

At the same time, a sharp and somewhat crazy female voice and a muffled male voice sounded in the headset one after another.

"Hahahaha, Gin, I found Rye!"

"Gin, I saw those little mice."

"Okay, Chianti keep watching, Korn report the location."

"XX Street, go up in Building 3. XX Avenue, the rat is hiding in the construction site."

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Damn!

Shuichi Akai secretly hated himself for being so careless before and not being able to realize that Cohen was a fake!

In fact, it’s not Shuichi Akai’s fault. The sniper rifle’s scope and the high vantage point allow him to see a lot of things.

But this fake Cohen was created by Gin after he specially asked Vermouth to use the disguise technique to disguise an outer member, and then asked the real Cohen, Chianti and himself to choose the perfect sniper surveillance location, and also learned the dressing habits taught by the real Cohen.

Not to mention through the sight, even if he saw it with his own eyes, if no one spoke, Shuichi Akai would not be able to make an accurate judgment.

What's more, Shuichi Akai and James had preconceived notions that this time they were acting unintentionally, and it was impossible for them to imagine that the people in the organization would use dummies to plot against them.

calm! Akai, calm down!

Akai Shuichi took a deep breath and quickly calmed down.

He quickly changed the scope and searched for the members of the organization quickly with his agents as the center.

Soon, he saw the familiar long-haired figure.

Akai Shuichi immediately shouted into the headset,

"Mike, hurry up! Gin is coming your way..."

Before he could finish his words, Shuichi Akai sensed a hint of murderous intent, and he quickly rolled to the other side of the rooftop with the sniper rifle in his arms.

"boom!"

A 7.62mm bullet was accurately shot into the place where Shuichi Akai had just been crawling.

call!

He let out a long breath and calmed his pounding heart.

Then he quickly looked up and saw a helicopter hovering in the air with its door half open. Sitting on it were the organization's snipers - Chianti and Cohen!

At this time, Chianti was pointing the gun at him, while Cohen was looking at the other side with the gun.

Oops!

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Seeing that his shot missed, Chianti curled his lips in dissatisfaction, picked up the PSG-1 sniper rifle in his hand and continued to aim.

Seeing that Akai Shuichi seemed to have seen him, Chianti gave him a fanatical smile, and the swallowtail butterfly at the corner of his eye seemed to flutter because of the raised corner of his mouth.

"Rye, I say hello to you on behalf of the organization!"

"boom!"

Another shot came out.

However, at this time Shuichi Akai had already made sufficient preparations, so this shot was more off target.

"Tsk! Missed again!"

Chianti once again spat out of the plane in dissatisfaction.

"It doesn't matter,"

Cohen, who was silent beside him, said in a low voice,

"Gin and Tequila have made some gains."