Ke Xue: Shinichi and I are childhood friends.

Chapter 1341 Catching a turtle in a urn

Cameron and Mark hid behind a car in the parking lot, observing the situation.

But since they arrived, no one has come to the parking lot.

He contacted Judy via radio: "This is Cameron. I have arrived at the underground parking lot of 1-4 Kadekaze-cho, following the coded instructions. Mark and I are on standby. There are 5 minutes left until the designated time. I haven't seen those guys yet."

He paused, then couldn't help but ask, "Judy, did you write the code wrong?"

Judy said confidently, "That's impossible. I've checked it several times, and I've also shown it to Yuya-kun. There can't be a problem. External team, how's the situation?"

On the rooftop outside the parking lot, two FBI agents, one with a sniper rifle and the other with binoculars, searched the surroundings.

One of them said into the radio, "This is Bill and David. We haven't found anything approaching the parking lot. Could it be that Judy wrote the wrong code?"

"I already said it's impossible!" Judy was getting angry. Why was everyone doubting her?

Even if I make a mistake, with Yuya and Conan on the team, it's impossible for all three of us to make a mistake, right?

Shuichi Akai said, "Don't rush, the signal time hasn't arrived yet, don't let your guard down."

"understand!"

Meanwhile, George and Page, who were responsible for observing the distance from the parking lot, were constantly searching with their sniper rifle scopes.

Suddenly, George spotted a luxurious supercar, a Dodge Viper.

"That's great, I want to drive a car like that too," George muttered to himself.

He couldn't help but take another look, and that one look almost caused an explosion.

"Wait a minute, something's up with George here!"

"What's wrong? Have people from the organization shown up?" Judy asked hurriedly.

George replied, "I spotted individuals suspected of being the organizers of the sniper attack on the roof of a building about 500 meters from the parking lot."

He didn't mention that he had been slacking off and admiring the Dodge Viper.

Because of a quick glance, I unexpectedly spotted Chianti and Cohen getting out of the car carrying sniper rifles.

Although the FBI did not have direct contact with the two men, they were aware that the organization had two highly skilled snipers.

"Don't make a move yet, stay hidden! There are definitely others here," Shuichi Akai instructed over the radio.

"Understood!" George and Paige quickly lowered their bodies to avoid being discovered.

They were incredibly excited. After six of their comrades had been killed, was it finally their turn to fight back?

Not long after, a black Porsche 356A appeared at the parking lot entrance.

Bill excitedly reported: "Judy, we spotted a Porsche 356A entering the parking lot!"

Porsche 356A!

Jodie's expression changed, Shuichi Akai looked serious, and even Yu and Conan involuntarily sat up straight.

I can't believe they actually took the bait!

Meanwhile, in a small alley not far from the parking lot.

Vermouth and Rena Mizunashi are hidden in the darkness.

Vermouth frowned slightly: "Kil, don't you feel like something's not right?"

Rena Mizunashi paused, then asked, "No, Vermouth, did you discover something?"

Vermouth looked around but saw nothing.

This should have been a good thing, but her brow furrowed even more—what was wrong with this intense sense of unease?

She spoke into the radio: "Gin, is there any activity in the parking lot?"

At that moment, Vodka had just driven his car into the parking lot and parked it in a concealed spot.

Gin glanced around and said coldly, "Nothing's up, and I haven't seen any FBI flies. What's wrong, Vermouth?"

Vermouth was silent for a few seconds, then said, "It's nothing, I'm just a little uneasy."

Gin sneered: "What, have you been scared out of your wits by those rats?"

Vermouth clenched her fists, too lazy to say anything, and simply cut off the communication.

Gin gave a cold laugh.

Vodka glanced at his watch and said, "Brother, there are still 3 minutes until the signal time."

Gin said coldly, "Yes, get ready, Vodka. There are two targets, don't miss any."

"learn!"

Vodka pulled out his pistol and examined it carefully.

Gin touched the Beretta in his arms. During the day, this gun had pierced the forehead of an FBI agent. Who would be next?

Time passed slowly, and the time specified by the code arrived.

"Vodka!"

"Okay big brother!"

The two got off the car from opposite sides.

Just then, two dark gun barrels were pressed against the back of their heads.

"Don't move!" A deep warning voice sounded behind Gin and Vodka.

Gin froze completely, his eyes trembling wildly.

He wasn't afraid, he was shocked.

The hunters who were supposed to be hunting rats ended up being ambushed instead?

At the same time, Chianti and Cohen also heard unfamiliar voices on the radio.

"Who is it?" she shouted, but no one answered.

Cohen's expression was cold: "Something's not right."

"Gin? Vodka?"

No one responded to her.

Gin and Vodka were being held hostage and unable to speak.

Vermouth, angered by Gin, cut off the communication.

Chianti shouted angrily, "Vermouth? Vermouth!"

"What's wrong, Chianti?" Rena Mizunashi's voice came through the radio.

Chianti shouted angrily, "Where is that woman, Vermouth?"

Rena Mizunashi glanced at Vermouth beside her and said with a hint of helplessness, "She just had a fight with Gin and cut off the radio."

She turned to Vermouth and said, "Chianti is looking for you."

Vermouth scoffed and reconnected: "What's wrong, Chianti?"

“Something’s wrong,” Chianti said anxiously, “Gin…”

"Ah!" Suddenly, Chianti screamed in agony.

Vermouth's pupils contracted; something was wrong!

"Chianti, what happened?" Vermouth shouted anxiously into the radio.

"There's an ambush," the Cohen AI's voice rang out. "Chianti has been shot in the shoulder."

As Cohen spoke, one could hear Chianti's incessant cursing, the sound of dragging objects, and the sound of bullets hitting steel.

Vermouth looked grave; her unease had actually become a reality!

They came to hunt down the FBI, but unexpectedly they were ambushed instead?

Vermouth immediately realized something: the code she had intercepted an hour earlier was a trap?!

but why?

Vermouth was puzzled. The news hadn't reported it, so how did the FBI know their people were in trouble? How did they know they had cracked the code and even used that information to set a trap?

Suddenly, two figures, one tall and one short, flashed through her mind.

Could it be... that they did it?