northernbook Chapter 113 Base Bombing Incident * Bait
Chapter 113 Base Bombing Incident * Bait
A Porsche stopped on the side of the road in front of the apartment building, and a swaying teenager got out of the car.
Gin drove at breakneck speed on the mountain road for over an hour, which really put Bai Yexiu through the wringer.
Because there were no seat belts in the back seat, Bai Yexiu couldn't be secured in his seat at all, so for more than an hour, he felt like he was in a juicer.
Bai Yexiu closed the car door, bracing himself against the car with one hand and rubbing his aching lower back from the impact with the other. He was about to rest for a few seconds before leaving when the Porsche suddenly accelerated and drove off, quickly disappearing from Bai Yexiu's sight.
puff.
Bai Yexiu suffered injuries from the fall (?).
"Kundo? What are you doing here...?" Amuro Tooru, who was on his way to Shiroya's house to cook, stopped in his tracks and looked at Shiroya sitting by the roadside with great surprise.
Bai Yexiu silently took out the organization's phone from his pocket and dialed the police.
……
On the other side, Gin was driving when he suddenly felt his phone vibrate. He saw that someone was using the organization's phone to call the police again, so he pulled over and grinned as he pressed the simultaneous answer button on the screen.
He wanted to hear who had the audacity to do this.
A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone; it was Bai Yexiu.
"Hello, is this the police? I want to report a black Porsche with license plate 356A that was speeding on a mountain road in Shanxi about an hour ago. It crashed into three guardrails, a row of traffic cones, caused a small landslide on the side of the mountain, scraped the doors of passing vehicles, forced passing vehicles to crash into tree trunks, and fled the scene without paying any compensation to the car owners."
"Okay, thank you for your report. I will verify and process it as soon as possible."
"Thank you very much. They must be severely punished. Those who race are the most despicable. They almost injured innocent citizens. They should be fined more to teach them a lesson."
The phone hangs up.
"..."
Gin nearly crushed his phone.
That brat.
Gin forcibly suppressed the urge to smash his phone and was about to put it back in his pocket when another call came in.
“Gin, something’s happened.” Vermouth’s tone on the phone was unusually serious. “The London headquarters has been bombed, with some casualties. There seems to be a large rat over there. Boss wants some people from our operations team to come and investigate with me. You can pick a few people.”
Upon hearing that another "rat" had appeared, Gin revealed a terrifying smile.
“Jun Du has nothing to do lately, so let him go.”
Vermouth paused for a second. "Are you serious? I can't be sure that Cointreau won't be found by MI6 again when he returns to London. And..." Vermouth drawled, seemingly hesitant.
“If I’m not mistaken, this incident might be related to the Jack Ross affair. After Gin killed Jack Ross, he reported intelligence that there was another rat in the organization who was close to Jack Ross. Besides, Gin was the head of the British operations team for a year, so he’s the perfect person to go.” Gin was plotting something, and his smile became increasingly sinister.
Vermouth was about to continue speaking when she heard a knocking sound coming from the other end of the phone, so she shut her mouth.
Gin frowned and lowered the window, only to find a policeman standing there.
Takagi showed his police ID to Gin in the car: "Hello, are you the car owner? We received a report and checked the surveillance footage. A little over an hour ago, you were speeding on the Panshan Highway in Shanxi, causing varying degrees of damage to two other drivers' cars. You also crashed into three public railings. Please come with us to handle the compensation..."
Halfway through his sentence, Gin pulled a small box, half the size of a normal box, from under his seat and tossed it through the car window into Takagi Wataru's arms.
Takagi Wataru felt a weight in his arms, and when he looked up, he saw that it was a black box. When he looked up again, he found that the window of the car driven by the driver who looked fierce had been rolled up again.
Slightly surprised, Takagi Wataru opened the box—
It was full of banknotes.
Takagi Wataru was once again stunned. He had never seen anyone pay compensation so readily, let alone pay more than he was entitled to…
When he came to his senses again, he found that the car had already started, and the driver accelerated and drove onto the road.
"Wait! Sir! This is too much!" Takagi Wataru grabbed the box and started running towards the car, but in the end he was defeated and watched helplessly as the car disappeared from his sight.
Vermouth, who was on the other end of the phone, had already heard what was happening on Gin's end and let out a loud, sarcastic laugh.
"Tsk." Gin hung up the phone in annoyance.
…………
"Tou-chan's technique is truly top-notch~"
Bai Yexiu was lying on the sofa, enjoying Amuro Tooru's shoulder and back massage service to relieve the soreness in his body caused by being hit in the "blender".
Amuro Tooru even enjoyed it.
Taking care of this child not only allows him to gather more information about him, but also gives him a strange sense of satisfaction. Is it simply that he's gotten used to taking care of him, or...?
Amuro Tooru's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden ringing of Bai Yexiu's cell phone, and he also wisely stopped what he was doing.
Bai Yexiu answered the phone with a mixture of confusion and impatience: "What?"
Amuro Tooru, standing behind him, tried to listen for something, but the organization's phone was so well protected that he couldn't hear anything unless he put his ear directly to the phone.
After a half-minute silence, Bai Yexiu hung up the phone without saying a word.
Gin sent him to London to investigate the bombing of the base.
Bai Yexiu raised an eyebrow in displeasure.
To be honest, he was reluctant to go back to London, that place of heartbreak, but this was also an opportunity for him.
An opportunity to make a great contribution.
--London--
Inside a safe house, Ricard's cold gaze swept over the two people standing obediently in a row in front of him.
I never expected that something would happen so soon after I took over as the person in charge.
Ricard was of pure British descent, about 27 years old, a man of medium build and average appearance, but with deep-set eyes that gave people a chilling feeling when he stared at them.
The country where Bai Yexiu spent the longest time was Britain, where he stayed for a year and a half, including one year as the head of the British operations team. Ricard had been his loyal and capable assistant since he arrived in Britain. Because of his excellent management skills and good abilities, Bai Yexiu recommended Ricard to succeed him after he was transferred.
“Korgnan, where were you at 9 a.m. this morning?” Ricard walked up to Korgnan, almost nose to nose.
“Richard, I remember this question. You must have asked it many times, right? Don’t you find it troublesome?” The somewhat handsome young Frenchman frowned unhappily.
“I never find it troublesome to find mice. But I also hope you, this troublemaker, can tone it down a bit. If you're mistaken for a mouse, you'll be in big trouble.” Ricard gave Kognan a fierce look and finally moved away from Kognan’s nose. “I want to see which daring mouse is trying to steal a piece of cheese that has already been moved away.”
"The archives were recently broken into secretly. The person was after Cointreau. What if Cointreau gets transferred here?" A handsome young British man next to him asked expressionlessly.
“I’d rather he didn’t come, lest MI6 target him again,” Ricard sighed. “Nicholas, go and confirm again who they’re sending.”
“I understand.” The young British man, Nicholas, decisively dialed the other end of the phone.
The fact that Cointreau was surrounded by agents called in by undercover agent Jack Ross is no secret within the British operations team. Cointreau managed to break through the encirclement alone, leaving the scene in complete disarray.
Ultimately, Jack Ross was subdued; Ricard witnessed Cointreau kill Jack Ross on the spot.
Ricard was shocked when he learned that Jack Ross was an undercover agent. This was because Cointreau and Jack Ross had a very good relationship, and the two even gave off an unusually similar vibe, like brothers.
But Jack Rose ultimately died at the hands of Cointreau.