GBP Chapter 279 A Solo Challenge at breakneck speed (Please rate!)
Chapter 279 A Solo Challenge at breakneck speed (Please rate!)
Da da da...
The deep, slightly rough sound of the old-fashioned four-cylinder motorcycle gradually subsided.
Arriving at the underground parking lot of the Daikoku Building, Fanzawa Masato drove a Suzuki GSX-1100S motorcycle and straightened his motorcycle helmet.
DK is the abbreviation of the name of the Daikoku building. The cocktail bar inside the building is one of the places where business partners are often met.
'Thinking back, this was the first time Gin had issued a formal support mission since the Quick Response Team was established. It's been so long since I've worked separately from Mr. Kuromon; it feels a little strange.'
Prior to this, the rapid response team received the same tasks as ordinary tasks: resolving targets, monitoring transactions, and managing the jurisdiction.
Fanze Zhenren scanned the area warily and quickly spotted a familiar car in the southwest corner.
The well-maintained Porsche 356A remained silent in the shadows as usual, with a silver-gray Citroën BX parked next to it, and an indigo-blue Lamborghini beside it.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the other two vehicles belong to the codenamed members.
It's unclear whether the organization has some kind of unspoken workplace rule, but all the codenamed members that Fanze has worked with so far drive luxury cars.
'Ultimately, this forced me to upgrade my equipment as well, sob sob, I already didn't have enough points!'
His heart was weeping from the vicious cycle of workplace competition. He twisted the accelerator, his face contorted, and pressed himself against the side of the Porsche.
The moment the engine stopped, Gin's deep, calm voice came through the crack in the car window: "Ireland has betrayed us. It happened just half an hour ago."
"With the help of Pisco and the old-school remnants, Ireland knocked out Tequila, who was in charge of supervising him, and took the opportunity to occupy a small base that was monitoring him."
The base contained a disk listing potential partners, and those guys probably wanted to intercept the list, break away from the organization, and start their own faction.
The mission objective is to bring back the tequila, dispose of the spoiled lees, and capture Ireland alive.
"Capture alive?" The interior lights of the Citroën came on, and a naturally beautiful woman turned her gaze towards them, her bright blue cat eyes gleaming in the light.
Fanzawa's eyes widened as he peeked: 'It really is Mizunashi Rena!'
Rena Mizunashi is a famous and beautiful news anchor on Nichiri TV, mainly responsible for the news broadcast every Sunday night. She is a household name.
'Even though I'd been told honestly beforehand, it was still hard to suppress my surprise when I actually saw my colleague as the news anchor on TV!'
If Yoruichi Kuromon were here, he could probably vividly describe his feelings:
The level of shock would be roughly the same as learning that Mark O's true identity is Iron Man, or learning that Wang O Bing is a codename member.
Kiel looked around: "The enemy has occupied the entire base. With the strength of just three intelligence agents like myself, Sugard, and Guinness, it would be difficult to escape unscathed, let alone capture Ireland alive."
Even if a codenamed member fails to complete a mission, they will still be punished. Kir doesn't question Gin's planning abilities, but he needs an explanation and more information.
Normally, the organization deals with traitors by killing them on the spot; there is no such thing as capturing them alive or interrogating them afterwards.
Pisco, who was far more valuable, was dead. In Rena Mizunashi's view, Gin had no need to leave behind Ireland and the failed tequila.
"Hmph, they're nothing but a rabble."
With a cold snort that almost reached the side of his face, Gin continued:
“You’re not stupid, and they’re not a bunch of idiots either. The reckoning is just a matter of time. Sticking to that base is tantamount to walking into an oven. Once they get the list, they’ll just rush to escape Japan and hide in a corner where the organization’s shadow can’t reach them, just to eke out a living.”
"Ireland thought he could rest easy once the monitoring collar malfunctioned, but little did he know that Tequila, who was traveling with him, would ingest a tracking capsule every so often. Your mission is simple: intercept Ireland and Tequila's vehicle from the departing traffic and capture him alive."
“And then,” Vodka reached out from the driver’s seat and patted the car door, “my brother and I will also be monitoring the whole process remotely to prevent anyone from having any ulterior motives.”
He had ulterior motives and reminded the group not to take this opportunity to betray the organization.
"If there are no other questions, let's get going."
"it is good."
......
woo-
The scenery along the road flashed by at high speed on both sides, and with a sharp whistling sound, the heavy, black object flew by almost at low altitude.
Fanze Zhenren looked up at the approaching image on his helmet screen: "I have entered the target vehicle's range and will pass by in 15 seconds."
As the target gradually came into focus, Fan Ze subconsciously gripped the accelerator, swallowed nervously, and mentally reconfirmed his actions:
Disguised as ordinary street racers, they drove past the target convoy to assess the situation. They then advanced to the front of the traffic, and after Kiel and Sugrid were in position, threw grenades and smoke grenades backwards to disrupt the procession.
Using their twin swords, the two men cut into the ranks, flanking the vehicle carrying Ireland and forcing the target to retreat to a designated location.
'High-speed motorcycle driving, reconnaissance and attack while on the move, supporting teammates' escape... I've only ever learned all of that from my instructor!'
Facing such a difficult challenge on the first try would normally cause Fanze Zhenren to complain to his teammates on the communication channel.
'But Gin is there too, along with other unfamiliar members...'
This time, he was the only one in the quick-response team. Without Asami's encouragement or Kuromon's support, Masato Hanzawa felt uncomfortable and also realized his unconscious dependence on his teammates.
"Calm down... Masato Hanzawa, you have to calm down... Just think of it as preparing for Hiromi Taro's premium dog food next month!"
Fanze Zhenren took a deep breath and fastened the helmet visor.
The GSX-1100S engine roared low, and the speedometer needle kept veering to the right. He leaned low, maneuvering the motorcycle at the perfect angle to cut into the right flank of the convoy.
As the escort vehicle suddenly drew near, time seemed to stretch out—
The Toyota Hiace's windows reflected the cold light of the streetlights, and shadowy figures could be vaguely seen moving behind the privacy glass. Out of the corner of his eye, Fan Ze caught sight of the signature silver head in the passenger seat—Ireland was looking down at something, the disk in his hand gleaming eerily blue in the dim light of the dashboard.
The car sped past, leaving only the illusion of the target on the retina.
"Target confirmed."
He let out a long sigh, lowered his voice to report, and at the same time, his right hand quietly reached for the smoke grenade at his waist.
They didn't notice at all that, reflected in the rearview mirror, the rear window of one of the black cars was slowly rolling down.
The dark barrel of the gun protruded from the gap, gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the streetlights. The muzzle was slightly adjusted, aiming precisely at his back.
“Little…” Sogrid’s voice had just come through the earphones.
boom!
Gunshots ripped through the night sky, and Fanze felt as if he had been struck hard in the back by a heavy hammer.