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That woman disappeared on her own when the operation began this morning; I wonder if she's mixed up with Jundu.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Gin suddenly received a text message on his phone.

Vermouth: [Are you worried about whether Gil is still in the hospital? I can tell you with certainty that she's not.]

Humph.

Gin scoffed at the sight.

Vermouth wouldn't lie about something like this, but judging from her appearance, she's definitely hanging out with Cointreau.

Mysticism, it really is because of this woman!

"Chase after them, Vodka!"

"Should we...should we go after them?"

Vodka instinctively asked a question, but he very automatically shifted gears and stepped on the gas.

The black sedan quickly drove away from the hospital.

Meanwhile, Chianti and the others, taking advantage of their motorcycles, quickly caught up with the car that had left Beika Hospital.

The FBI agents' cars all had black window tinting, so you couldn't see inside from the outside.

"Where are they going... No, they've scattered!"

Chianti soon discovered that the cars had taken different routes at the intersection ahead.

Gin was not surprised by the result at all.

"Of course."

“Even if Kiel was indeed placed outside the hospital early on, five minutes would be enough for them to contact the FBI guards and confirm that Kiel had not been abducted by us.”

"But more likely, Kiel is hiding in those cars right now, preparing to take this opportunity to move secretly."

"Follow!"

Although with Cointreau's inside help, the final result will inevitably lead to the discovery of Gil's whereabouts, but that doesn't mean Gin wants to be completely fooled by Cointreau.

Chianti and his group had no choice but to temporarily put aside the matter of Cointreau's "betrayal." They followed the vehicles and took out the infrared thermometers they had prepared for this operation to scan the vehicles.

There were nine people in the van that Chianti was in: two in the driver's seat, six sitting and one lying down in the back. All nine of them were carrying bombs with locators that they had just delivered.

The second van that Cohen was chasing had the same configuration, but the difference was that they didn't have GPS trackers.

The third person that Tequila was chasing only had two people sitting in the front row, both of whom were carrying bombs.

"These should be the two cars that Cohen and I were tracking!"

Eliminating the possibility that van number three only had two people, both of whom were sitting, Chianti immediately exclaimed—Kiel still has to lie down now.

Gin did not respond.

Just then, he suddenly heard the siren of an ambulance.

Looking in the rearview mirror, he saw an ambulance with its siren on, speeding towards him from behind.

Although Vodka, who was driving carefully, knew he had to hurry, he still gave way to the ambulance—not out of kindness, but out of respect.

It seems that Coindus has betrayed us. Could he have arranged an accident along the way to kill him and his brother?

What exactly did the older brother do to cause Jundu to turn against him?

Because of the low pressure emanating from Gin, Vodka didn't dare to ask. He was on edge and drove carefully, paying close attention to whether there were any large vehicles on either side of the intersection when passing traffic lights—especially tanker trucks and trucks.

Gin's gaze fell on the ambulance that was chasing after them and quickly snatching it up to rush ahead, and a sense of suspicion arose in his heart.

But by comparison, the third car that Tequila was tracking seemed more suspicious.

At that moment, Gin suddenly noticed that the signal for the third van on the computer map had changed again—it seemed to be going in a circle and heading back to Beika Hospital.

Chapter 385: The Dean's Phone Call

"Big brother, what should we do?"

Of the three vehicles, the first and second vans are the most suspicious at first glance.

There were nine people in each of the two vehicles.

The third car only had two people in the driver's seat, and it had just circled around and was heading back towards Beika Hospital, as if it was simply there to complete its interference mission.

Gin didn't answer Vodka's question; instead, he frowned deeply.

In his opinion, the third car was the most suspicious.

Not only were there few personnel assigned, but they also inexplicably started turning back to the hospital—assuming that Kiel wasn't taken away by the FBI last night, then why didn't the FBI do that?

The answer is probably that there is no suitable hospital.

The third vehicle made it appear as if it was just going around in circles to mislead their judgment, but in reality, it was preparing to hide Kiel back in the hospital and create the illusion that she had already been transferred.

But the opponent is Cointreau.

That guy could definitely anticipate his own predictions, if he sets a trap according to his own ideas...

No.

Thinking like this will only lead to an endless cycle.

Gin finally suppressed his tangled thoughts.

Coindus is not the enemy. Besides finding Gil, his mission is to help him gain more trust from the FBI... Just follow your instincts!

"Wait! I've noticed the FBI agents; they're escorting the first car right next to me!"

Chianti's voice came through the headset.

Riding her motorcycle alongside the target vehicle, she quickly noticed something amiss with the surrounding cars.

Although she was jokingly referred to as the Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix, Chianti was still an organization cadre, and she noticed from several intersections that the FBI agents were following her very closely.

However, upon hearing this, Gin immediately gave the following order:

“Cohen, Chianti, change course. Our target is the third car that Tequila is tracking.”

"what!?"

Chianti cried out.

After Gin explained his reasoning, she scoffed, "While it makes some sense, what if Jundo sees through your plan? But whatever, you, as the commander, will be the one to take the blame for the mission's failure anyway."

"So, what exactly is going on with Cointreau?"

Cohen's tone was somewhat cautious.

Unlike the paranoid Vodka, he is now cautious about Cointreau's new book, which seems to be almost ready.

—He won't remove his own name, will he?

Gin was getting fed up with these guys. He frowned and tried to explain, "Junto didn't betray us. He was working with the FBI just to gain their trust."

"Is that so?" Cohen was relieved.

"I told you, how could he possibly betray us!"

"You should have said so earlier, you've made everyone so anxious."

Chianti complained, then suddenly realized, "Wait a minute, aren't we determined to get Gil now? How is he going to manage to lose Gil while also gaining the FBI's trust?"

This is also something Gin is curious about.

But it doesn't matter now; the answer will eventually be revealed.

Vodka secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon learning that Cointreau had not betrayed him.

In that instant, as he gripped the steering wheel, he felt that the once gloomy and treacherous road had suddenly become lively and interesting, and even the sunlight seemed so bright.

His black sedan immediately sped toward the third car that Tequila was chasing, while Cohen and Chianti quickly changed course.

Their reaction was observed by Judy and her team.

"Success!"

Judy, who was following far behind the second car, was excited when she heard the other agents' report: "They really were heading for the third car that Michael was driving!"

"Just as Mr. Lin predicted, the naturally suspicious Gin will suspect the third car." James Black also smiled.

"Mr. Carmel and the others in that car are in more danger."

Conan, sitting in the back row, exchanged a glance with Yoshiki Hayashi as he spoke.

“Don’t worry, Carmel is a great driver. He should be able to hold out until we and the agents in the second vehicle come to our aid,” James said. “Hold them off and engage them in firefight, thus creating the illusion that ‘Rena Mizunashi has successfully made her way through the first vehicle,’ allowing Rena Mizunashi to hide once again.”

“That’s right, we must now get there with the second vehicle to support Kamal.”

Before Judy could finish speaking, James stepped on the gas.

Lin Jiashu remained silent.

Noticing this, Judy turned around: "What's wrong, Mr. Lin?"

"nothing."

"Is Yoshiki worried about Rena Mizunashi?" Conan said, as if he knew right from him.

“...Ah, it’s not that I don’t trust Mr. James, I’m just a little worried about the dean.”

"Don't worry," James said, looking at him through the rearview mirror. "The Dean is a good friend of mine; he'll never have any problems."

"Ok."

After all, it was someone else's arrangement, and Lin Jiashu didn't seem to have much to say.

Time passed by, second by second.

Carmel looked through the rearview mirror and saw a conspicuous black sedan appear in his line of sight, following closely behind him.

Shortly after, a motorcycle merged into the road ahead and followed behind.

Wait, there's another one!

Following behind by three motorcycles and a car, Carmel, knowing exactly who those guys were, broke out in a cold sweat.

This is absolutely the most critical situation.

He could only hope for reinforcements—especially if Shuichi Akai acted quickly. He then floored the accelerator, spun the steering wheel, and made a dangerous lane change to overtake, causing the car in front to brake suddenly and honk its horn furiously while cursing.

Carmel quickly overtook one car after another.

"We're refueling and heading there now. Hang in there, will we get to our original target location?"

"Of course, I'll be fine with my driving skills," Carmel's voice came through the headset. "They're trailing behind me right now, probably waiting for the right intersection before making their move."

"No matter what, you must ensure your own safety."

James was absolutely right when he said that.

Carmel lacks other skills, but he is an exceptional talent as a driver.

Just as James was concentrating on driving, his phone suddenly rang.

He glanced down at the number and, despite it being an unfamiliar number, immediately pressed the answer button.

His expression changed the moment he answered the phone:

"What?! Are you serious?!"

"what happens?"

James's anxious movements made Judy uneasy, and Conan also quickly looked at him.

James looked extremely grim after hanging up the phone.

"The hospital director said that he was on his way to work at the hospital today when he suddenly fell into a coma and only woke up now."

"Ready to come to work? Then what we just saw at the hospital was—!"