Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 663: Reunion of the Black Organization·Small Decisive Battle
Officer Megure's voice echoed in the quiet corridor, "So that's it. He is the murderer. Someone come and get Kenzo Masuyama under control..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere immediately became tense. A group of uniformed policemen quickly surrounded the lounge. Their movements were fast and powerful, and the batons in their hands shone coldly under the light. Officer Megure waved his hand, signaling them to proceed with caution.

"Be careful, he may have a gun." Officer Megure frowned, his eyes serious. He put his hand on the gun at his waist, ready to respond to possible situations at any time.

Officer Megure signaled his officers to be alert and shouted into the lounge, "Kenzo Masayama, we know you are inside, put down your weapons, come out and surrender!"

When Kenzo Mayama heard the noise in the house, his face turned pale, his hands trembled as he picked up his cell phone and dialed Belmod's number urgently. "Belmod, it's me. The thing has been exposed. I need help immediately. Make me a disguise. Just think that I owe you a favor."

Belmode, who was on the other end of the phone, had no expression on her face when she heard Lushan's request. She knew that this was a difficult situation to get out of. "I understand, just wait." She responded calmly, and immediately contacted the gentleman after hanging up the phone.

"Pisco exposed," she reported bluntly.

"Leave him alone." The voice on the phone was as cold as ice. "Your task is to assist that child and let him solve his troubles. I will arrange the rest."

Bellmode hung up the phone and looked at the fake face in the mirror and laughed at himself:
"Is blood thicker than water? Is it really yours?"

Although my heart didn't fluctuate much, I also felt a little bit lost.

Gin approached Pisco, seeming to be considerate of his situation, yet ruthless and indifferent.

There was a tremor in Pisco's voice, and a pleading flash in his eyes.

"You can't do this. I've been working for him for so many years. You have no right to kill me."

He found the control room and started fiddling with the various switches. The temperature in the wine cellar began to rise, and the wood of the wine barrel began to twist slightly.

But before his fingers touched the cold handle of the gun, Gin had already taken action. He moved quickly and accurately, and shot Pisco on the forehead. The blood and fragments looked particularly horrifying in the dim light.

In the wine cellar, Gin saw a melancholy Pisco, his eyes full of disappointment and disbelief.

"An order is an order, Pisco." Gin shook his head slightly, with a sneer on his lips, "This is the boss's decision."

At the same time, the boss quickly gave Gin new instructions. On the phone, Gin's voice was calm and low, "Understood, I'll go now."

"Forty years of loyalty have led to such an outcome?" Pisco shouted hoarsely, and his hands began to fumble for something.

Gin turned around to leave, but stopped. He looked back at Pisco, who was lying on the ground, and then walked towards the corner of the wine cellar.

In the night, Gin and his little brother Vodka approached the hotel quietly. Gin's eyes were sharp, and the gun in his hand was steady and calm. They entered the wine cellar through the back door.

Gin and vodka walked out of the wine cellar quickly, leaving only the warming air and the coming fire.

Soon after, a raging fire burst out of the wine cellar, swallowing up all the incriminating evidence and Pisco's body. Gin watched this scene coldly from a distance, then turned around and left calmly. It all seems like an insignificant episode in an organization where life and death have become so commonplace.

As night falls, the lights on the abandoned dock dim, with scattered light bulbs making a crackling sound. Gin looked at Belmod, her face looked particularly calm in the dim light under the car window. A brief exchange of glances between the two men was enough to convey the message: mission accomplished. Belmode nodded slightly, and Gin responded with an almost imperceptible smile. He said: "The few subordinates I arranged should be nearby. I will leave when they arrive."

Belmod gently turned the steering wheel, preparing to leave this no longer safe place. Her voice was calm and firm: "Then I'm leaving, new tasks have been lined up."

Just when Belmod was about to drive away, a figure appeared at the end of the pier, looking particularly eye-catching.

Belmod frowned, suddenly feeling that something was wrong. She glanced at Gin and asked with some suspicion: "Is that your person?"

Gin turned his head and fixed his eyes on the figure that was gradually becoming clearer. An ominous premonition surged in his heart: "My person? How could it be a person..."

Before he finished speaking, the figure raised the automatic rifle in his hand, and the bang-bang-bang sound of gunfire instantly tore through the silence of the night. Gin and Belmode lowered their bodies almost at the same time, dodging the dense bullets.

Vodka reacted quickly. Before he could aim the gun in his hand, he was hit by an oncoming bullet, and his body fell heavily against the side of the car.

Belmode bit her lower lip. She pulled out a miniature pistol from her bag, and her nervous fingers searched for the trigger on the metal surface. Her eyes darted around, trying to find an escape route.

"Is it the police?" Vodka braced himself, his voice filled with pain and confusion.

Gin didn't answer, he just held the pistol tightly, bullets whizzed past his head, and he didn't dare to raise his head easily. Bulletproof car windows can stop bullets, but the enemy's firepower is too intense. He whispered into the communicator in his watch: "Emergency situation, immediate support is needed!"

He yanked open the car door and dragged the injured Vodka behind the wheel, temporarily gaining cover.

Belmode's finger trembled slightly on the trigger. She took a deep breath and rolled into the shadow under the car. She raised her gun and fired, but the figure of the opponent moved in the night, and her position was elusive.

"Damn it, who is it?"

Gin gritted his teeth and pointed the pistol tightly in the direction where the enemy might appear.

The opponent's weapons are not only sophisticated, but their marksmanship is extremely accurate.

About five minutes later, the roar of a helicopter was heard in the sky, and a bright light illuminated the dock. Gin's reinforcements finally arrived.

Under the cover of a helicopter, a team quickly approached and removed Vodka's body. Gin watched the helicopter slowly take off into the sky, and his heart finally relaxed a little.

However, at the moment when the sound of the helicopter's propeller echoed in the night sky, a flash of light pierced the night, and a rocket hit the helicopter with lightning speed.

Gin looked up and saw the helicopter exploding into a dazzling spark in the air as if the destroy button had been pressed, and the propeller fragments fell like meteorites.

He cursed loudly and felt an unprecedented crisis.

"Damn it! Is it the Rye Whiskey gang?"

(End of this chapter)