My lover is this organization

"Rum just sent a message that Rye Whiskey is an FBI undercover agent. Tonight's operation is urgently cancelled. There may be a large number of FBI ambushes near the warehouse!"

"..."

At the same time, outside the warehouse, under the hazy moonlight, one after another black figures in FBI uniforms emerged from behind various bunkers and slowly advanced towards the warehouse step by step, like an army of zombies, gradually forming an encirclement with three layers inside and thirty layers outside.

Qin Wuque took a deep breath.

"To be honest, it would have been better if you had made this call two minutes earlier, Captain Qin."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the Tang sword off his shoulder, grasped the scabbard in his hand, exerted his strength and gave it a shake. Accompanied by a clear sword chant, a strange red light cut through the night.

He let go of the scabbard in his hand, grabbed the handle of the knife that was still falling in the air before the scabbard fell to the ground, and carried the sharp blade that was emitting a cold light on his shoulder.

"It's too late."

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PS: I was stunned. As soon as I opened the author's backstage, I saw a prompt saying that the 35th chapter I posted at four o'clock had passed the review. What the hell... Have I evolved to the point where every chapter needs to be strictly reviewed before it can be put online?

Chapter 37: Captain Qin's Rescue on Mars

Qin Wuque held the hilt of the knife with one hand, his arm hanging naturally and his back straight. The length of the blade allowed the tip to just touch the ground, and the blade surface with gorgeous patterns reflected the faint moonlight.

He was in the very center of the warehouse.

Ten meters away from him, hundreds of armed FBI agents formed a circle around him. Each of them was stacked like a sculpture, wearing the latest bulletproof vests and always aiming their guns. If you didn't look closely, you would think they were one-to-one sized soldiers.

"one two three four five six……"

Qin Wuque seemed to have not noticed the black muzzles of the guns at all. He tilted his head and counted with his fingers in the air. After a quick visual inspection, he revealed a subtle expression.

"My goodness, there must be at least four or five truckloads of bread and people here. The FBI really takes this operation seriously. You're going undercover like this. Aren't you afraid that Mingmei will be upset?"

"You don't have to worry about that." Akai Shuichi's cold voice came from outside the encirclement.

He was blocked outside as soon as the encirclement was initially formed, or it could be said that he was protected.

As an undercover agent who has infiltrated the enemy, when conducting a roundup operation like this, once the two sides really fall out and start fighting desperately, the undercover agent is most likely to be targeted in a venting manner. Standing in front of the villain who is kneeling on the ground and has no way out, posing in a cool manner and reciting the trial lines like in the movies is completely for the sake of the performance effect and the role of the protagonist.

If this happened in reality... those who deserve to be killed would be killed, and those who deserve to be stabbed to death would be stabbed to death.

"Since you have helped me and Mingmei, you now have two choices." Akai Shuichi slowed down his tone, "You can choose to leave the organization and join the FBI's witness protection program to regain your freedom in exchange for providing us with information about the organization, or..."

At this point Akai Shuichi paused.

He originally wanted to use a brief silence to make the other party surrender, but someone obviously didn't want to give him that face.

Hearing the six words "Witness Protection Plan", Qin Wuque burst out laughing, as if he had heard the biggest joke of the century.

"Stop, stop, pong friends, don't you think you're meddling too much? This is Japan. And are you serious? Are you sure you want me to join your bullshit witness protection program?"

"..."

Akai Shuichi didn't say anything, but just frowned to show his confusion.

"First of all, you have to understand one thing, that is~" Qin Wuque paused tactically.

"I've probably killed more FBI agents than you've ever seen. Do you understand what I mean?"

He scratched his face and said, "Honestly, I think it's better for me to cooperate with the Japanese Public Security Bureau than with you. At least so far, theoretically, I don't have any grudges with the Japanese Public Security Bureau. It was you who discovered the undercover identity of the Scotch Whisky, not me."

"..."

Akai Shuichi was silent.

Yes, there was no possibility of cooperation between the two parties from the very beginning. It was just his wishful thinking that made a mistake. In fact, he should have reacted as early as when he heard the three words "Los Santos" from Qin Wukou.

That is the city with the highest death rate among FBI agents in the United States, and also the city with the highest crime rate. Any FBI agent who wants to uphold his own inner justice will not choose to go there. They cannot even survive the first week.

At this point, the negotiations have broken down, and all that remains is the sinister murderous intent.

Hundreds of counter-terrorists with loaded guns face off against the only terrorist who is only armed with cold weapons. This is a game that will never have any suspense no matter how you think about it.

At least, that's what conventional wisdom says.

It was clearly the beginning of spring and approaching summer, but the temperature in the warehouse seemed to have dropped by more than ten degrees out of nowhere.

The FBI agents who were surrounding Qin Wuque had quietly dispersed at some point, and the originally complete encirclement suddenly had a big hole in it.

Previously they formed a circle to prevent the target from escaping, but now all they had to consider was whether stray bullets would accidentally injure their own people when they opened fire.

"So... does that mean we can almost start?" Qin Wuque turned around on the spot, looked around, and spread his hands.

But no one answered.

He smiled, bent down to pick up the fallen scabbard from the ground, and slowly put the blade back into the scabbard. No matter how you looked at it, he looked like he was no longer prepared to fight.

However, at the moment when he sheathed the sword, just when everyone thought that Qin Wuque had recognized the reality and was ready to surrender, he suddenly stumbled forward without warning... to be precise, he took a step forward, and then disappeared from the spot.

A strange scarlet knife light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

Half a second later, an FBI agent holding a gun fell down with his hands covering his neck, shaking. A gurgling sound like a broken bellows came from his mouth, and a large amount of hot blood gushed out from his neck.

Qin Wuque, who had disappeared out of thin air earlier, appeared behind that man, still maintaining the posture of swinging the knife to the end.

He followed the steps of Japanese sword-drawing technique and swung the sword gracefully, but made a small mistake when sheathing the sword.

The tip of the knife failed to accurately penetrate the scabbard, but instead stuck to the edge in a very awkward manner.

"Uh……"

Qin Wuque lowered his head and thought for a moment, then gave up.

He threw the knife with his backhand, and the Tang sword in his hand tore through the air across a distance of more than ten meters, accurately piercing the chest of an FBI. At the same time, with his other hand, he picked up the automatic rifle of the FBI that he had chopped to the ground before, and began to spin and fire like a ballet dancer.

The FBI agents who were attacked also began firing back.

The vicious terrorists and the righteous FBI are venting their firepower at each other.

For a moment, there was a burst of gunfire in the warehouse and bullets flew everywhere.

Akai Shuichi was the first to react, shouting: "Everyone, disperse immediately! Stay cool..."

However, before he could finish his words, he was kicked away.

Before the pain in his body could reach his brain, he caught a glimpse of several FBI agents flying high like him, each with a noticeable red line left on their throat.

All of them were killed with one blow.

At this moment, an inexplicable noise suddenly came from outside the warehouse, approaching at a very fast speed.

Everyone only had time to see a small, cute gadget that looked like a flash bomb fly in from the hole in the roof of the warehouse, and then all they could see was pure white... and a terrible burning sensation, and a buzzing noise filled their brains.

Qin Wuque reacted the fastest. He reacted almost at the same time as the flash bomb flew in. He leaped into the shelter at a speed that was unattainable for a normal human being, and lay down on the ground in an indecent but very effective posture, sticking his butt up, shrinking his head, and plugging his ears with his fingers. He barely managed to avoid the impact of the flash bomb.

When he raised his head again, he was stunned on the spot.

An armored vehicle that had obviously been violently modified appeared above his head. The entire body of the vehicle was made of fine steel and the additional explosion-proof armor plates all showed the sturdiness of this steel behemoth. During the delay, Qin Wuque could even clearly see the fine sand and mud thrown out by the centrifugal force when the tires turned.

The steel behemoth easily crashed through the warehouse wall and broke into the encirclement.

And on the main driver's seat, a familiar black windbreaker was fluttering in the wind, looking majestic!

"Fuck, Captain Qin, why are you here!?"

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PS: Oh, really, it’s just a matter of getting on the list, but it makes some people anxious... If you want to learn, can I teach you?

I barely take it as a fact that I used GTA5 as a background, and some even said that I wrote the genetic tracing of Hideki Moroboshi for fun and ignored logic to trace back DNA samples from hundreds of years ago... Wake up, that's not what I said, that's what 5 said, if 73 says it's okay, then it's okay. (Bottle face)

Chapter 38: Taunting to the Fullest

Time goes back a quarter of an hour.

Gin realized something was wrong as soon as he learned from Rum on the phone that the rye whiskey came from the FBI undercover agent Shuichi Akai.

For example, when she asked on the phone whether Qin Wuque had also received the news, Rum's answer was always too ambiguous. Sometimes he said "probably", and sometimes he said "right away". Except for the fact that he hung up the phone directly when she kept asking him and asked him anxiously, which was in line with his impatience, his performance in other aspects was very different from his personal style in the past.

So she called Qin Wuque immediately after the call ended.

The answer she got confirmed the ominous premonition in her heart.

Sure enough, something happened.

Gin knew without even having to think about it that the reason why Rum didn't pass the message to Qin Wuque at the same time as notifying her was that he wanted to use the FBI to get rid of the latter as well.

So she directly used her identity as the head of the executive department to quickly equip herself with all the equipment that might be needed from the organization's equipment warehouse. She picked an armored vehicle with the best off-road performance and was suitable for driving in the wilderness, then she stepped on the accelerator and set off.

As a result, before she got close to her destination, she heard gunshots like raindrops in the wilderness in the distance. In a hurry, she abandoned her plan to clear the way in step by step from the outside, and drove straight in under the hail of bullets.

This was the scene that Qin Wuque witnessed at this moment.

"Fuck, Captain Qin, why are you here!?"

When his eyes fell upon the majestic figure on the armored vehicle, Qin Wuque was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out.

Somehow, he suddenly thought of the sentence "Your Majesty, we are ready to fight to the death, why do you surrender first?"

But then I felt touched.

Regardless of whether there is a need for rescue, it is worth it if there is someone in your life who will ride a mount to rescue you when you are surrounded, even if it is just a silly friend riding an alpaca and holding a pitchfork!

However, Gin, who always acted like a cold butler, did not notice someone's mood at this moment. At this moment, she was stretching her arms out of the car window and firing continuously to suppress the fire. Her mind was full of calculations about the remaining time of the flash bomb effect and the escape route.

"Get in the car!" the silver-haired beauty spoke loudly to drown out the sound of her firing.

"……coming!"

Qin Wuque made a decision immediately after a very brief hesitation, and jumped nimbly from behind the cover and onto the rear compartment of the armored vehicle.

After all, he can cut bullets with a knife but Gin can't.

After all, he can rely on his inability to die to withstand the FBI's firepower and kill people everywhere, but Gin can't.

So, let’s retreat first.

But as soon as Qin Wuque jumped into the car, he immediately realized another serious problem.

Wait, why does this car look so familiar? It looks like an armed insurgent. Where is my machine gun turret?

As the CEO of a criminal organization that handles more than 90% of the arms trade in Los Santos, Qin Wuque is very familiar with this armored vehicle produced by the Humanitarian Laboratory.

This... Logically speaking, shouldn't there be a machine gun at the rear of the car?

Where is the machine gun?

Where did my huge machine gun go?

Looking at the carriage full of arms boxes at his feet, Qin Wuque, who had originally planned to evacuate while firing, was dumbfounded.

Wow, it was really dismantled and used as a truck.

However, Gin had no time to consider all this. She was sitting in the driver's seat and had already borne most of the firepower. Although she looked down on the FBI from a subjective point of view, from an objective point of view, the opponent's strength was real. Even when affected by the flash bomb, they were still able to direct their firepower at her. The increasingly dense stray bullets forced her to hide under the steering wheel.

So after confirming that Qin Wuque had gotten into the car, she stepped on the accelerator without thinking, and at the same time, she turned the steering wheel hard, using full power to turn the car 180 degrees on the spot, and rushed out of the hole in the wall that she had crashed into before with the engine roaring.

"Wuhu~"

Qin Wuque was caught off guard and was almost thrown off the spot. Fortunately, he was quick-eyed and quick-handed and grabbed the pole on the roof of the car, barely preventing himself from flying out of the trunk.

At the same time, a fierce barrage of bullets came from the rear in an instant. Qin Wuque danced wildly with the Tang sword in his hand, and the sharp blade cut through the air to weave a sword net that blocked all the attacking bullets.

To be honest, although these FBI guys are not very good people most of the time, they are really rich and have very strong connections. They can get so many automatic rifles even though they are not fighting on their own soil. I really don't know where they got them from.

Qin Wuque thought as he swung his sword.

Seeing that the target was about to escape, many FBI agents who had recovered from the flash bomb effect hurriedly dragged their companions out of the warehouse, and as quickly as possible dug out the vehicles prepared here from various hiding places, including but not limited to piles of straw and wooden boxes, opened the car doors, jumped in, ignited and started.

Gin, who caught a glimpse of this scene from the rearview mirror, immediately looked annoyed.

Although her racing skills had not declined due to having Vodka as her driving partner for many years, she did not want to go on a fast and furious ride with a bunch of FBI agents in the suburbs of Tokyo.

"See if there's anything useful in the trunk, don't let those FBI guys catch up with us!" The silver-haired beauty rolled down the shaky car window that was full of bullet holes and frowned.

"Order!"