Shuichi and Jodie were standing with the American police at the scene. They had both witnessed Toru mowing down twelve armed operatives in an instant using two machine guns. No one dared make a move now.
The ground, littered with shredded bodies, made even the most seasoned officers go pale. Some couldn't help but vomit.
Brutality on the battlefield and an ordinary gunfight were completely different concepts.
Jodie stared at the Porsche 911 roughly two hundred meters away and cursed, "Those guys in the car can't be CIA, can they? Only they would pull something this insane!"
As an intelligence agency directly under the President, the CIA was infamous. The main reason was the immense authority they held, which made them practically untouchable by any other department.
And when it came to completing their missions, the CIA never cared about the law. Their actions were always outrageous.
Especially now. A Porsche 911 equipped with dual machine guns? This kind of spy-grade tech was something only the CIA would deploy.
Shuichi, standing beside her and on a call, hung up and replied helplessly, "The ones HQ told us to assist are, in fact, CIA."
"But judging by the current situation, they clearly don't need any help."
Jodie didn't want to deal with CIA agents. She asked, "Then since we're not needed, should we just leave?"
Shuichi shook his head. "A group of armed operatives like that showing up here... that's on us. It's a serious oversight."
"HQ has now handed over the investigative authority to us. We should at least go introduce ourselves."
With that, Shuichi raised his hands, stepped over the wreckage, and walked toward the Porsche.
"Wait, don't go! That lunatic might shoot you!"
Jodie tried to stop him, but it was already too late.
She stared nervously at Shuichi's back as he moved forward, worried that the CIA agent might just open fire and turn him into minced meat as well.
Inside the Porsche, Toru and Vermouth had separated slightly.
They both naturally noticed Shuichi walking toward them.
When Vermouth saw it was Shuichi, she frowned. Of course, she wanted to eliminate this FBI agent who had been investigating the Organization.
But now, with police all around, if Toru opened fire, he'd definitely face a military court.
Besides, it was the Black Organization that wanted Shuichi dead. Toru, as a CIA operative, had no beef with him. He couldn't make that move.
Vermouth let out a small sigh. Out of sight, out of mind. She pulled out a compact mirror and lipstick, beginning to fix her makeup.
That kiss earlier had wiped off all her lip gloss.
Shuichi was also tense inside. He feared the man might pull the trigger by mistake. Only when he reached the Porsche and wasn't immediately gunned down did he relax.
Toru rolled down the window. Shuichi immediately presented his badge. "I'm FBI Agent Shuichi Akai. This is my identification."
He habitually glanced at the passenger seat, and was stunned to see Chris Vineyard, the famous Hollywood actress, sitting there.
However, he quickly looked away. He had no interest in other people's private lives.
Toru finished checking the badge and handed it back. "I think your superiors already briefed you on my identity. I don't carry ID."
The FBI, being part of the judicial system, naturally carried identification. But the CIA was an intelligence agency. Secrecy was everything. It wasn't realistic for them to flash credentials and announce who they were.
"The higher-ups tasked me with investigating this incident," Shuichi said with a nod.
Toru shrugged. "Perfect. I'll leave this to you. Letting a group of armed operatives waltz into the Metropolitan is on both our departments."
"I've heard of you, Shuichi Akai. You've made quite a few achievements in the Bureau. You could be called one of their star agents."
"You flatter me, sir," Shuichi replied with a polite smile.
He didn't know Toru's name or title. That was classified, and he had no reason to ask.
"Since you're handling the investigation, I'll leave it in your hands. I'll give you a lead. I suspect those people were from Mossad."
"You've probably heard about their reputation. They always act recklessly. Stay alert. Don't let them stir up another incident."
Hearing that, Shuichi scoffed silently.
If we're talking about acting without restraint, the CIA, Mossad, and KGB are all in the same boat.
"Since this matter is yours now, I'm off. Good luck, Agent Akai. I imagine you won't be getting much sleep in the coming days with this headache on your plate."
Toru chuckled, rolled up the window, and without another word, stepped on the gas, leaving Shuichi in a cloud of exhaust.
As one of America's most secretive and powerful departments, reporting directly to the Commander-in-Chief, Toru didn't need to care about anyone, so long as he didn't fire on the FBI directly. Even if he did, as long as they couldn't prove it, he'd be fine.
"Boy, where are we going now?"
Only after they left Shuichi behind did Vermouth speak.
"Where do you want to go?"
"Let's go to my place," she said, then gave him an address.
"Alright."
Toru drove to a high-end apartment complex in Manhattan. It was one of Vermouth's many properties in America.
The moment they stepped inside and the door closed, Vermouth jumped at him. Her slender, powerful legs wrapped around Toru's waist.
"Boy, I can't take it anymore. Let's do it right here."
She tore at his clothes with urgency. After escaping death, men and women needed release to ease the pressure in their hearts.
Soon, heart-racing sounds echoed from the entryway.
(To be continued.)
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