You call Shura Field a Tokyo specialty?

Of course, the goods and money must be counted in person, and we are not responsible after they leave the counter.

However, this kind of thing would definitely not be done by someone of John's level. Both sides have their own henchmen to take care of everything.

The two bosses were chatting about topics like whether tequila tasted good or not. After their men finished chatting, they could go home.

Everyone present was very professional, so the counting of banknotes and inspection of goods was done very quickly.

So John was very relaxed and chatted with his good friend from South America about topics like what fun places there would be if he went to South America in the future.

Just when John thought that nothing would go wrong now, a Japanese roar suddenly sounded on the quiet dock.

Then there was a crisp gunshot.

In an instant, the entire dock became agitated as if a hornet's nest had been poked.

The Latino, who just had a relaxed look on his face like John, immediately looked at John warily.

"It's okay, my people will take care of it..."

Before John could finish his words, a bullet flew past his face.

The operator standing next to John yelled "Sniper!" without even thinking.

Then he rushed over and pushed John to the ground.

Then the next second, the skull of the Latino man who had just been talking to John flew up.

John, who was pinned to the ground, and the agent crawled two steps and hid behind an oil barrel nearby.

As a senior agent who had not been on a field mission for a long time, John felt that his heart could not bear this kind of stimulation. It was beating like the drums in rock music, but his brain was unusually clear.

"Can you confirm the sniper's location?"

John asked the agent who had just thrown himself to the ground.

After hearing John's question, the agent took off his clothes, leaned out from one side of the oil barrel, and then poked his head out from the other side.

Then, without any surprise, the agent was shot in the head just like the Latino.

The red and white stuff splashed all over John's face.

After wiping his face to get rid of the greasy substance, John took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Hello, it's me. Someone is causing trouble and I need support now."

After saying this, John looked at the place where the transaction was taking place, where US dollars and medicines were displayed.

Start thinking quickly about what you should do with these things.

122 You are done. Wait for death.

Uesugi Kazuki hid behind a container holding an M14, with thousands of horses racing through his mind.

Originally, the plan for tonight was very simple.

Uesugi Kazuki and his group, as well as Naoesai Ai, who was called over to secretly film and record the video, just need to take a short video here.

After all, after arriving here and seeing the groups of people in black suits, I thought about the blood pressure of the police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Even Catherine, who was extremely angry at John, said that tonight was not a good time to do anything other than secretly filming.

Just quietly shoot the video and run away, don't make trouble out of nothing.

Originally this was a very simple task. All we had to do was set up the camera from a distance, replace it with a telephoto lens, and then camouflage it. If nothing unexpected happened, there would be no problem this time.

Then as expected, something unexpected happened.

The cause of the accident was not due to Uesugi and Shu's group.

Although Catherine had criticized Uesugi Kazuki's professionalism last night, Uesugi Kazuki didn't want to do anything today, so he just held the M14 carbine assigned to him and monitored Minamito Aya and Nishino Shoko.

By the way, guard Catherine and Naoie Ai's retreat route.

But it lies in the black suits of those people from the Jiyuan Group.

Although these gangs, like CIA agents, like to wear black suits.

But the only similarities between the two are probably the color and style of the clothes.

The men in black suits guarding the periphery were initially on guard at various key locations.

However, it seems that goalkeeping is just too boring.

It may also be that these black suits are addictive and they need to find a place to satisfy their physical and psychological needs first.

So a few men in black suits left their posts.

There would be nothing wrong with leaving their positions, but it seems that they did it to please their boss behind the scenes.

Therefore, the people sent by the Jiyuan Group are all genuine Peninsula people.

These people from the peninsula have one characteristic, that is, once their numbers increase, they will become like a group of farts, starting to shout loudly and do things that no one with any brains would do.

And when these people from the peninsula gather together, this law naturally applies to them.

If the sound was just a little louder, there wouldn't be any problem.

But these guys are not only noisy, they are also naughty.

Maybe he is used to being arrogant and domineering, so he just lets the noise go.

They also littered. It would be bad enough if they just littered, but these guys threw the garbage very high.

I don’t know whether these guys do this to show off their strength or they are simply bored.

However, the soda bottles thrown by these guys still successfully hit Naoesai Ai who was filming at a high place.

Naoes Ai, who was concentrating on filming, did not scream after being hit by the garbage, but the camouflage on the camera fell off.

So the camera was immediately exposed to these people in black suits.

At this point, Catherine, who was at a sniper point in the distance, fired at the bastard supervisor while asking Uesugi Kazuki to help Naoie Ai escape.

So Uesugi Kazuki, who was holding the M14, could only use the M14 to open fire on those men in black suits, covering Naoie Ai as she ran down from the shooting point with the camera.

After emptying a magazine and knocking down the people in black suits who were littering the place, Uesugi Kazuki pulled out an M1911 and stuffed it into Minamito Aya's hand.

"You don't want to be killed by those guys, do you? If not, just shoot!"

After hearing what Uesugi Kazuki said, Minamito Aya was still a little hesitant.

But after the men in black suits started firing at her, Minamito Aya reflexively fired at the men in black suits.

Soon the dock became a mess.

Although there were a large number of men in black suits, most of them only carried weapons such as sawn-off shotguns and pistols.

Moreover, they didn't know how many people were on the other side. Plus, with the presence of the sniper Catherine, these men in black suits were afraid that they would be shot in the head as soon as they showed their heads.

So at the beginning, Uesugi Kazuki successfully covered Naoie Ai's retreat from the high place to the ground.

Just when Uesugi Heshu was about to run away, those men in black suits suddenly attacked Uesugi Heshu collectively like crazy people who had taken drugs.

Although the opponent was only equipped with a pistol and a sawed-off shotgun, he still managed to pin Uesugi Kazuki behind a container.

Minamito Aya, who was also pinned down by the dense rain of bullets behind the container, fired a few shots and shouted to Uesugi Kazuki, "These guys actually dared to fight back. They are no longer ordinary gangs. Where are the backup? If all else fails, we should call SAT!"

After being yelled at by Minamito Aya, Uesugi Kazuki replaced the magazine of the M14 in his hand with a new one and shouted to Minamito Aya.

"This is a covert operation, there is no backup!"

Hearing what Uesugi Kazuki said, Minamito Aya narrowed her eyes slightly and didn't say much.

Although they launched a very powerful attack, these guys were still unable to stop Uesugi Kazuki and Naoie Ai and his group from successfully running to the evacuation point.

After Catherine rushed into the car with a sniper rifle, Uesugi Riko stepped on the accelerator.

Red-headed Honda roared and left the port area.

Just as the red-headed Honda roared onto the Metropolitan Expressway, Minamito Aya, who was sitting next to Uesugi Kazuki, suddenly pointed a pistol at Uesugi Kazuki.

"You are not CIA or CIA informants at all, right?"

Uesugi Kazuki, who was being held at gunpoint by Minamito Aya, looked at Minamito Aya beside him.

He smiled and said, "If we are not the CIA, then who is? Are you?"

"If you are, why was this operation so sloppy? Not only did you have no backup, but you also used something like this that you found in a museum?"

Catherine, who was sitting in the passenger seat, noticed the movement of the back seat and just reached for her waist.

Minamito Aya noticed Catherine's unusual movement and put her gun against the back of the chair.

"Don't move. I don't know what will happen if I get nervous."

Catherine, who was pointed at by Minamito Aya with a gun, stopped immediately.

However, the fact that her hands stopped moving did not mean that Minamito Aya had given up trying.

"Inspector Nanto, do you know what you are doing? There are misunderstandings between us that can be explained, you don't have to do this."

After hearing Catherine's words, Minamito Aya sneered and pushed the gun in her hand forward again.

"Okay, explain why, when faced with a situation like this, we neither arrest people nor catch the dirt, but instead run away."

"This question is very simple..."

Just as Catherine was deceiving Minamito Aya, several US military helicopters arrived at the dock that looked like a battlefield.

Under the command of the colonel, the soldiers of the US military's rapid response team quickly occupied the commanding heights on the dock and organized a tactical team to enter the scene.

However, when the tactical team entered the scene, there was neither communication nor coordination between the American soldiers and those in black suits.

So some of the dazed men in black suits chose to shoot at the American soldiers, and then fell asleep amid the greetings of these warm and friendly American soldiers.

Although the US military has no connection with these black suits, it does have connection with the CIA.

Soon the colonel, who was under the protection of the tactical team, met John.

John, who had just been nearly shot in the head, now had a very good impression of the colonel.

Because usually after you call for support, they say they will arrive in ten minutes.

If support can arrive within fifteen minutes, then this time we have given enough face to the person asking for help.

This time, in less than seven minutes, the colonel came to rescue him in a gray helicopter.

With this attitude, if John had a different gender, he would have wanted to marry the colonel.

Of course, people who work in intelligence are required to keep their emotions hidden and not let others see what they are thinking.

However, in order to show his goodwill, John asked the colonel's men to help him carry the bags directly onto the helicopter.

John felt that although the dock was large, it was still too dangerous to hide such sensitive items here.

It’s better to take it away yourself.

This has two benefits.

One advantage is that no one in Japan dares to search me as a CIA officer, so it is very safe for me to carry this thing with me.

Another advantage is that even if someone sees what these things of yours are, you who have the right to interpret them can still edit them on the spot.

Telling stories like sting operations not only silences doubters, but also makes me feel like I owe myself a medal weighing one ton.

After receiving John's instructions, the colonel didn't think anything of it.

After all, what does the CIA do? If a colonel like you doesn't want to work in the intelligence department, it's better for you to know less.

The colonel immediately called on several of his trusted men to help John carry the bag.

Because those subordinates were wearing masks, the colonel did not see their expressions when they came over with the handbags.

However, even if he didn't see the expressions of his subordinates, the colonel knew that they must be feeling turbulent emotions.

Because the bags they were carrying now not only looked very familiar to the colonel, but he had even carried the same bags himself not long ago.

The place where these bags were touched was naturally the shrine of the Future Happiness Church.

At this time, the colonel remembered the ancient rumors.

For example, the largest supplier of banned drugs in the country is actually the CIA.

Although there was no change in his facial expression at this moment, the colonel had already begun to think about how to make the secret completely a secret.

After all, attacking a colonial gang is one thing, and stealing money from the CIA is another.