Stay away from Conan.

"Tail rotor damaged?"

Listening to Vodka's words, Gin leaned forward and looked at the various displays on the complex helicopter control panel. His mind raced, and he temporarily forgot about whether Ireland was alive or dead.

After all, it's clear that they've been set up, along with their own side.

And then there was the explosion, and the damage to the tail rotor...

The explosion was clearly not powerful enough to damage the tail rotor, so the tail rotor damage must have been caused by something else.

But where did this "attack" that damaged the tail rotor come from?
Judging from the helicopter's flight trajectory, it was clear that the attack could not have come from the direction of the East Tower, but from somewhere else!

In this way, almost instantly, Gin made a basic judgment, and then immediately took his binoculars and looked into the direction of the fuselage on the side of the damaged tail rotor, and began to look for the possible source of the attack.

Then, with just a slight glance around, Gin spotted the sniper on the roof of a building in the most suitable location in the corresponding direction through the binoculars.

Furthermore, Gin would never mistake that figure for someone else—

"Akai-Shuichi!"

Almost through gritted teeth, the sound was squeezed out of Gin's mouth as he uttered the name.

Instantly, as this person appeared, Gin's mind raced with various thoughts, and he quickly grasped the current situation—

"Big brother, what did you say?"

Vodka was taken aback by Gin's words and asked him what was going on and what to do now.

As for Chianti and Cohen, who clearly felt their sniping attempt had failed, their vision had been limited by the explosion earlier, and they were only just recovering when they looked through their sniper scopes towards the observation deck of the East Tower. They immediately saw Ireland's figure, still moving, dragging himself inwards—

Sure enough, it hit, but it wasn't fatal!
The explosion just now was too unfortunate; it just so happened that our deadly sniper shot didn't land a fatal blow.

"hateful!"

Unable to contain himself, Chianti muttered those words fiercely, then continued aiming his sniper rifle, preparing to deliver the final blow to Ireland—

"That guy isn't dead!"

Chianti explained the current situation to Gin, letting him know the outcome of what had just happened, and seemed to be asking Gin what to do next:
"Now that things have come to this, there is absolutely no way we can let him leave alive!"

Chianti kept repeating this, especially after the shooting at Ireland, there was no turning back, and it had to be carried out to the end.

Gin, however, seemed still immersed in the fact that he had met Shuichi Akai, his mind replaying all his interactions with the FBI over the past few days—

Especially after Kiel's disappearance, and then Sherry's reappearance, it resulted in a large-scale loss of our peripheral personnel...

Then there's the case of Ireland, who impersonated a Metropolitan Police Department superintendent, and the memory card containing the spy list…

Just how well does the FBI know about the organization in Japan that they can hinder them at every turn? It's unimaginable. Sometimes, Gin even has to wonder if there really is a mole on his side, which is why the FBI's every move is so perfectly timed.

Therefore, the key issue right now is no longer Ireland, but rather how to deal with the FBI!
"Akai Shuichi..."

Looking in Akai Shuichi's direction, Gin estimated the distance between them and Akai Shuichi, then turned to look in the direction of Chianti and Korn:

"Get rid of Ireland immediately!"

"Roger that!"

Upon hearing this, Chianti, with a grave expression, prepared to fire again, but suddenly—the helicopter, which had been steadily hovering in the air, began to circle in a clearly controlled manner, causing Chianti's gun to veer off course, preventing him from firing further at Ireland.

Seeing this, Gin clearly realized the helicopter's condition. It seemed the damage to the tail rotor had already taken effect, making sniper aiming virtually impossible. But they couldn't let Ireland live—

Whether it's leaving him to the FBI or the Japanese police, it's unacceptable. Since they've already started to silence him, they can't stop now.

Therefore, Gin immediately changed his order—

"Keep using that! We can't let Ireland live!"

Vodka naturally understood Gin's order, and the machine gun resumed its firing. Even though the machine gun's direction was no longer precisely aimed due to the aircraft's rotation, such a dense hail of bullets should have inflicted fatal damage on Ireland. However…

"But Gin, that card..."

Cohen had clearly thought of another problem—

Originally, the sniping attempt he and Chianti had just made was intended to eliminate Ireland and the memory card he possessed, but due to their mishap, now…

Can such a barrage of fire really destroy a memory card?

If the memory card is still left behind, what will happen if the organization has paid so much to accomplish something but ultimately failed to do so?
Gin couldn't help but feel resentful about this—

Things had come to this point, and it was no longer something he could control.

It seems that the only way to deal with the memory card issue is to find out who ended up with it before taking any further action.

As a result, just as Gin was thinking about this, his phone rang again. Looking at the caller ID, it was still Vermouth.

Seeing this, Gin frowned slightly, but still impatiently answered the phone, urging:
"what's up?"

"What happened on your end? Is it out of control?"

Clearly, listening to Vermouth's words on the other end of the phone, Gin knew that Vermouth had seen his situation from afar. Therefore, Gin did not show weakness and said in a deep voice:
"Oh, something unexpected has happened. The FBI... Shuichi Akai has appeared!"

"Akai Shuichi..."

Hearing this, Vermouth on the other end of the phone seemed to ponder, surprised by Shuichi Akai's appearance.

"So? Have you finished dealing with the beginning and the end?"

Vermouth couldn't help but press for an answer.

"Ireland has been dealt with."

After glancing in the direction of the lookout tower, Gin basically concluded that there was absolutely no chance of survival for Ireland, and thus replied naturally.

But soon, Vermouth on the other end of the phone brought up the memory card issue—

"So, that card wasn't dealt with?"

It seemed that Vermouth had this guess because Gin hadn't brought up the mission. Then, seeing Gin remain silent for a moment, Vermouth suddenly laughed—

"Ha, Gin, you don't need to worry about that card! It's already in my hands!"

"What did you say?!" (End of Chapter)