"Gin, I've tracked down the first car."

On the main road, a black motorcycle was driving rapidly between the traffic flows, and the woman carrying a black gun bag slowly approached the FBI's van.

“How is the situation?”

"The windows are very dark and you can't see what's inside the car." Chianti said, using thermal imaging equipment to see through the side of the car, "Okay, the photography is over."

On the other side, Gin looked at the computer screen in front of her, "Nine people, they almost match the locations of the senders installed on the bombs."

"Did you see a figure sleeping in the back seat, only that guy doesn't have a message." Chianti asked, "Is that person Shui Wulianai?"

"I've finished taking pictures and teleported over," Cohen said at the same time as Vodka.

"There were nine people in the second car that Cohen tracked, but there was no signal from the sender." Gin said: "The third car only had two figures, both wearing sender mounted on bombs."

Chianti was impatient. Although she was always instructed by Gin, she couldn't stand the ink traces he made when making decisions.

"Get a decision quickly, gin." She smacked her lips, "If I drag it on, the gun I carry will go off."

On the road, the strong man Vodka was riding a slightly lightweight royal blue motorcycle and twisted his body uncomfortable.

At this time, when I heard Chianti's daily complaints, I couldn't help but cough, "Well, no matter what, the car I'm following should be ruled out. Judging from the position of the figure and the sender, there are only two FBI people in the car. And if they continue like this, they just go around and return to the hospital, just like a car that is used as bait."

He doesn't like to use his brains and has always been a responsible role in execution. At this time, he also thinks that it is better to fight quickly - after determining the goal, just do it directly.

Gin, whom these subordinates have always known, has long been used to this, so I pretend that I didn't hear it, and just thought quietly as usual.

At this time, Belmode's voice appeared in the intercom channel, "I've been waiting for a long time, everyone."

Gin looked slightly sideways.

"I finally found Hideichi Akai's Chevrolet," said Belmode.

"It must have taken a lot of time, right?" Gin asked, "Is it the order given by that lord?"

"Sorry, I expected this to happen." Belmode smiled faintly.

Gin laughed silently, "Where is the location of Akai?"

"I've already walked through Koto Park and now I've entered Mikacho," said Belmode. "The closest thing is the second car Cohen is tracking."

Gin looked at the positioning on the computer screen, "The direction is 200 meters behind."

Belmode didn't think about it at all and said directly: "Then it must be Cohen's car, because Akai Hideichi followed behind to escort."

Then, while Gin was still thinking, she said: "I have started to overtake. It takes less than two minutes to find the speed to catch up with the second car. Maybe he has discovered that Cohen is tracking the car."

Chianti snorted, "Since the goal is the second car, I will change the route and go to meet Cohen."

"So, I," Vodka said, "If you continue to get stuck with the bait like this, it's just a waste of time."

"If Akai comes, I will kill him." Cohen said.

"Yes, I just don't know who the masked man was that day, otherwise..." Chianti said gritting his teeth.

As soon as she thinks of being shot that day, she feels shameful.

"Wait, Cohen, cut to the path, you change the route too." Just as everyone made up their minds and wanted to take action, the cold voice of Gin's ears rang in the ears of several people.

Chianti said unhappyly: "Why? Did you be afraid when Hideichi Akai was about to give up Kiel?"

"No." Gin said calmly: "What we should chase is the third car tracked by vodka, and Kiel is on it."

"Why?" asked Belmode.

"With Hideichi Akai's personality, he would not surpass other cars so exaggeratedly, and let the enemy's eyes be on the car he wanted to protect. He would not make such a mistake." Gin's tone was plain, but she was extremely confident, "This is the trap that the guy set to seduce us."

"But brother, the rear seat of the car I followed was empty, and there were only two FBI members in the front seat." Vodka said in confusion.

Gin snorted coldly, "It's true that the person driving is from the FBI, but the person sitting in the co-pilot is Kiel!"

He continued: "Kill, who was unconscious, should be lying on the stretcher in the back seat. They knew we would speculate so, so they put the trick on her and let her sit in the passenger seat with a sender. From the outside, she looked like an FBI search officer."

Chianti wondered: "But the third car isn't it going back to the hospital again?"

"This was also designed in advance. Although we already know the hospital where Kiel is staying, the FBI did not immediately transfer Kiel to hospital, saying that reality made it impossible for them to do so." Gin said calmly: "In other words, they pretended to transfer Kiel to hospital for us to see, but in fact they were setting up a suspicion array and planning to return to the original hospital because they believed that we would not search that hospital again."

He slowly closed the laptop, threw it aside, and started the car, "I'll go and meet you right away."

The traffic was flowing, and the wind was rushing in my ears. When Belmode heard the words of Gin, his originally scattered eyes couldn't help but condense.

Because his inference coincided with her.

"It seems that this time, Gin is better." She thought to herself, but then she thought of the confident detective, the joining forces of two silver bullets, is it that the matter only ends here?

Belmode was thinking, but his unexpected glance made her stunned.

It was a black Hiji coming from the driveway next to him. The familiar license plate and the familiar person in the driver's seat passed by in the blink of an eye without slowing down at all, and his eyes did not stop for a moment.

"Didn't you see me?" Belmode couldn't help but look through the rearview mirror.

But immediately she noticed something and looked up and looked sideways. A black Honda seemed to be overtaking, but she followed Chen Xing's car, and her intuition made her feel suspicious.

As for the driver, she didn't see clearly, one because the other party was wearing a baseball cap, and the other because the car was too fast, she noticed it was slow.

"Is it the bodyguard of the Suzuki Consortium or someone else?" I have to say that Belmode, who thought it would be relaxed today, was a little anxious at this moment.

She no longer cared about Shui Wulian.

However, Belmode looked at his side quietly, and motorcycles were already following on both sides, which were Chianti and others who had joined.
Chapter completed!