My lover is this organization

"Of course! If... I mean if, all of the above plans fail..."

Qin Wuque paused, then suddenly smiled.

"But I'm still here!"

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Oh, forget about all the cracked codes in Conan. Cracking the codes doesn’t rely on any reasoning ability, but on the author’s imagination…

I watched this part four or five times and still didn't understand it. How could a simple DJ suddenly become a person referred to as playing cards in Japanese, and then in astrology the nature of diamonds is earth or something?

Damn, the person who did that to me was numb.

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Chapter 200: Treasure House: Kasaya Sword

It was 3:50 pm, Toriya Bridge.

This is a suspension bridge that is three or four hundred meters long. The huge bridge connects the two sides of the Toshiya River and is supported by two towering bridge towers in the middle.

Qin Wuque sat cross-legged on the top of the bridge tower facing the wind, looking down at the rushing traffic coming and going below.

Before coming here, he specially changed out of his casual clothes and put on a loose red dragon robe. His face, covered by a yellow funny cat head mask, did not show much emotion. The sturdy main cables swung out in a V-shape on both sides of his body with the bridge tower as the highest point. Dozens of suspension cables hung from the main cables and connected to the bridge deck, like the "wings" of some giant bird spreading out as it soared into the sky.

And he is the "eye" of the bird.

"Have you seen the target?" Qin Wuque asked others through the radio headset.

"not yet."

Chianti's voice came back immediately. At this moment, she was lying on the top of a building on the south bank of Toriya Bridge, monitoring the north side with her favorite PSG-1 sniper rifle.

Perhaps she felt uncomfortable lying directly on the concrete roof, so she put a soft blanket under her body. Her slender legs wrapped in black tights swung leisurely behind her.

"I don't have any here either," Cohen said in a low voice.

In stark contrast to his old partner Chianti, Cohen's gun setup was in a free public indoor parking lot on the north side of the Toriya Bridge. The gun line ran from north to south, forming a double position with Chianti. The two of them worked together to secure the entire bridge.

The parking lot has five floors, but Cohen's location is not on the top floor, but it is second only to the top floor, so he can use the roof to avoid direct sunlight.

It is true that snipers are not afraid of the cold when they set up their guns, but if it could be a little more comfortable...who would be willing to torture themselves?

"But speaking of which, where is that Kiel?" Chianti said anxiously, "Domon Yasuhiro will pass by here around four o'clock, not exactly. According to the plan, she should have been waiting at the intersection on the Cohen side of the river on her motorcycle, but I can't even see her now!"

"Don't worry about this, Chianti."

The voice of the head of the executive department on the radio suddenly lowered the hot summer temperature by several degrees.

"In order to ensure the success rate of the mission, Vermouth helped Kiel add some ingredients. It's okay if it's a little late."

"Added some ingredients?" Qin Wuque didn't understand.

"Vermouth put makeup on Gil, and made her look like the Nimrod Society's cadre, Dokujima Kiriko, who is also Domon Yasuhiro's political enemy." The silver-haired beauty explained patiently, "If it was someone of unknown origin who stopped the car directly, the professional bodyguards would not stop. But if it was a political enemy who fell in front of them with a bloody head, someone like Domon Yasuhiro would definitely get out of the car, and then it would be the right time."

"Uh... your head is bleeding and it looks like it hurts a lot." Qin Wuque smacked his lips slightly.

"Of course he couldn't have really fallen." Captain Qin said calmly, "The so-called bloody head is just a makeup effect. The clothes that Kiel is wearing now are all treated with anti-fall cushioning. Unless he was run over by a car head-on, ordinary collisions can be completely blocked."

"Oh~ so cool~" Qin Wuque exclaimed.

"Stop chatting!" Chianti's anxious voice suddenly sounded on the radio, "I saw Domon Yasuhiro's car appeared on the Cohen side, at the intersection downstairs of the North Shore parking lot. It's still waiting for the red light, but the red light is about to turn green. Where's the Kiel man? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

"Don't worry, I'll be there soon." This time it was Rena Mizunashi's voice, mixed with a little noise and the sound of a motorcycle engine. "I'm on the road along the north bank now, and it will take about ten seconds to reach the intersection... Wait! This is impossible!"

Her voice suddenly became rapid, but then stopped abruptly.

"What's wrong, Kiel?" Captain Qin asked calmly.

But no one answered. The only response she got was the increasingly loud roar of motorcycle engines and even louder noise.

"Kil? Kiel!" The silver-haired beauty raised her voice subconsciously.

Two seconds later, a loud crash was heard over the radio, and then there was complete silence from Rena Mizunashi's side.

It was obvious that something unexpected had happened on Kiel's side.

"Chianti! See what happened on the north shore!" Gin gave the order without hesitation.

"There's nothing I can do, Big Sister!" Chianti gritted her teeth, "Domon Yasuki's car has passed the traffic light and is now on the bridge. If I open fire immediately, I might be able to kill the driver. What do you mean, Big Sister? Do you want to shoot?"

"Wait a minute, what about Cohen? How's the view?" The silver-haired beauty spoke faster but remained calm.

"No." Cohen said quickly and silently, "The angle is close to vertical, so we can only hit the roof. Besides, the glass is bulletproof, which will affect the accuracy."

"It's okay, Chianti Cohen, just follow the instructions of Captain Qin. I'm still here, right?"

At the critical moment, Qin Wuque's voice sounded on the radio.

As he said this, he slowly stood up from the bridge tower. His red dragon robe with a red dragon coiled around it fluttered in the air currents at high altitudes, and the surface of his wide sleeves rippled like flowing water.

Two sharp blades flashing with cold light slid silently into his hands hidden under his sleeves. He raised his head and took a deep breath.

Hozoin Kasaya sword.

This is a sword technique created by monks in the Warring States Period of Japan. They wore long robes that covered the weapons underneath. The enemy had no way of knowing how they held the swords through the robes and their movements, so they could not determine the direction of their attacks.

Qin Wuque had never deliberately practiced this kind of swordsmanship, and he didn't even understand it. It was just that the way he used the sword this time happened to coincide with this style.

He jumped down from the top of the bridge tower. The sharp blade in his hand flashed with a cold light while he was in mid-air. He held the blade upside down with both hands and fell from a height of dozens of meters, just like the god of thunder descending to the earth.

A distance of dozens of meters was almost covered in the blink of an eye, and the huge kinetic energy was added up with the falling distance.

Qin Wuque fell on the trunk of the car like a meteorite. With a huge crash, the high-strength bulletproof reinforced car was smashed up, with the front of the car raised high in the air.

But Qin Wuque was not flung away. The two knives in his hands had already pierced deeply into the roof of the car. It was the friction in physics that helped him stabilize his body. At the same time, the two knives instantly pierced through the heads of the two bodyguards in the back seat of the car.

With a flick of his sword, he killed two people first.

The moment the sword was drawn, blood mist exploded and spread inside the car.

Qin Wuque then jumped onto the roof of the car with nimble agility. The two swords in his hands flashed, and with just three swords he cut out a penetrating "匚" shape on the roof of the rear seat.

He reached his hand directly into the car through the incision and used brute force to lift up half of the roof.

Under the reinforced roof panel covered with blood and brain matter, Yasuteru Domon's face was full of disbelief.

But the next moment, this Japanese Self-Defense Force officer was grabbed by the top of his head and lifted out easily like a chick.

There were no extra lines. A flash of scarlet knife light carrying a strong smell of death passed across his neck, and his head was instantly separated from the rest of his body.

Behead with one blow.

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Chapter 201 A Slight Feeling of Jealousy

The decapitation mission was successful, but it did not go smoothly.

The person who was supposed to complete the beheading was gone, and in the end it was the "substitute" who came on to turn the tide and saved the mission.

Well, maybe the phrase “the person is gone” sounds a bit strange, perhaps “was taken away” would be more appropriate.

After one hour.

In the suburbs of Tokyo, on the fourth floor of the organization’s base, in the executive office.

In stark contrast to usual times, this usually deserted room was now filled with people and looked somewhat crowded.

The computer screen on the desk was pushed aside again, and two chairs were placed facing each other in front and behind the desk.

The silver-haired beauty sat behind the table with her chin propped up, her face cold.

Qin Wuque followed suit and sat at the table with his chin propped up, looking dreamy and confused.

The others stood against the wall, remaining silent. The only sounds in the small office were the air conditioner's blowing of cool air and the sound of its blades swaying.

"Chianti, you said you saw the FBI taking Kiel away, are you sure?" Gin's voice was low and hoarse.

"Of course! I saw it clearly!" Chianti answered decisively.

She was no longer as irritable and erratic as usual, and her tone was full of resentment: "I saw it clearly through the sniper scope. There were three cars chasing Keel on the road on the north bank of the Toriya Bridge, and none of the people getting out of the cars were Asian!"

Perhaps influenced by Captain Qin, unlike branches in other regions, the Japanese branch, especially the executive department, although the members of the organization cannot be said to be a loving family, they can at least be said to have a harmonious relationship as colleagues. There is almost no intrigue or mutual restraint, and the only red line is traitor.

Oh, and there are also sad people like Tequila who look down on everyone.

But he has passed away now, so it's okay.

Therefore, Chianti was actually very angry about Rena Mizunashi being arrested by the FBI.

"They are not Europeans, so this matter should have nothing to do with the Japanese Public Security Bureau. But I didn't expect that the FBI guys are still active in Japan..." Vodka murmured, "So the big sister is worried that Kiel can't stand the FBI's torture and leak the organization's information?"

"No...that's not what I'm worried about." The silver-haired beauty breathed a sigh of relief, and raised and put down her left hand that was not supporting her chin.

She seemed to want to reach out to the drawer to take out a cigarette, but after a little thought, she gave up.

She took a sip from the water glass and glanced at everyone present. "I may have told you about her, but it is likely that I did not tell you clearly. Kir is the kind of person who refused to say a word even after being shot, injected with a confession needle, and having her ribs broken. So I am not worried that she will be tortured by the FBI to get any information about the organization... Or do any of you think you can do this?"

"I can't do it!" Qin Wuque raised his hand decisively, with a proud expression on his face that said I am a waste.

However, the silver-haired beauty didn't even look at him.

Although the others were not as straightforward as someone else, they all had uncertain expressions on their faces, and it was obvious that they did not have much confidence in whether they could do this.

Gin was not surprised by this result. She whispered, "What really disgusts me is that the FBI is still hanging around in Japan. Although they can't cause any substantial harm to us, it's like having cockroaches in the house, which makes me feel sick."

Home?

Except for Qin Wuque, everyone else present, including Cohen, was visibly stunned by this strange name.

"But you don't have to worry too much about this matter." Also realizing that her wording just now was a bit subtle, the silver-haired beauty paused and immediately said, "Kil's wine is still an employee of Nichimi TV on the surface, and she is also a popular female host. If she disappears for several days in a row, the TV station will report it soon. Besides, the influence of the FBI in Japan is not as great as you think. It is estimated that they will be unable to cover up the fact that they have detained Kir's wine in the near future. In the meantime, let the Intelligence Department play a role."

"Yeah! That makes sense! Let's get the Intelligence Department!"

Qin Wuque slapped his thigh, his face full of surprise.

"Just have the intelligence department post more posts online to build momentum and spread the news that the FBI detained the Kirk. The content format should be something like 'A passerby, on the way home from get off work or while jogging in the evening, saw a suspicious person on the north bank of the Toriya Bridge who seemed to be chasing after the Nichimi TV hostess Rena Mizunashi'. It's so ridiculous!"

As if he felt that what he said made sense, the guy became more and more excited as he spoke, and his face gradually became more and more excited.

"Look, Rena Mizunashi can become a popular host. Whether it's because she's beautiful or has a nice voice, she must have a lot of fans, right? With just a little bit of publicity and some random incitement, the online public opinion alone can make the FBI unable to sit still. Doesn't it make sense?"

"..."

After the words were spoken, there was silence in the office. Everyone had a more or less strange expression on their face. Vodka even opened his mouth wide with a look of "Fuck!", and even the sunglasses on his generous face became crooked.

This outrageous operation is so insidious!

"Big sister, this..." Vodka subconsciously cast a questioning look at his direct superior.

"Then it's decided. Just do as Xuehua said." The silver-haired beauty said calmly, "Vodka, go and tell the people in the Intelligence Department. You can all leave now."

"……Yes."

Everyone looked at each other and nodded, then turned and walked out the door.

Qin Wuque was also eager to get up from his chair, but before he could stand up, he felt someone stepped on his toes from under the table... or rather, stepped on them.

"You stay." The silver-haired beauty who was drinking water from a cup across the table said expressionlessly.

"Oh."

Qin Wuque had no choice but to sit down again, leaning his body and watching the others leave one by one, until only he and Captain Qin were left in the office.

"Remember the business I asked you and Vermouth to discuss in the United States?"

Without waiting for Qin Wuque to ask, the silver-haired beauty spoke directly.

That business in the United States?

Which?

Qin Wuque was startled, and after a little thought, he reacted and nodded with a look of sudden enlightenment: "Oh, I have some impression. The Sindor Group is the company that created artificial intelligence. At that time, in order to save time, I put a knife on the chairman's neck to sign those contracts."

Haha, no wonder.

The image of the overly crooked signature on the contract paper that she had seen at that time immediately emerged in Gin's mind.