Chapter 294 Mission Success
Chapter 297 Mission Success

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The EMP was activated, and all electronic equipment within a 500-meter radius of the FBI building was destroyed, and the entire FBI headquarters was instantly thrown back to the Stone Age. Although the FBI had long been prepared for the organization's counterattack, they could never have imagined that the enemy would have a non-nuclear strike tactical weapon such as EMP.

Enemies appeared in the headquarters, but now they didn't know who the enemy was. How could they fight back? The agents who exchanged fire with the enemy were also killed. Although people nearby who heard the gunshots could pass the word to ten people, the problem was that the distance between the upstairs and downstairs was too big, and the gunshots could only reach ten people but not a hundred. So, a large number of unarmed personnel began to run towards the main gate. But as soon as they ran out to the gate, they regretted it, because outside the main gate, a series of piercing buzzing sounds were getting closer and closer, and soon, an armed helicopter appeared in their field of vision. Before they could see clearly who was the enemy, a rain of bullets fired by a 12.7mm machine gun swept towards them. At the same time, two rockets attacked. Looking from the front, the third floor of the building was exploded by the rocket, and a huge gap with flames appeared in the center of the building. It was like someone had dug a piece of meat.

"Bazooka!" The uninjured FBI agents at the door of the building stood up from the aftermath of the explosion and shouted. Soon, some people returned to the building and went to the armory. Soon, twos and threes of bazookas were aimed at the incoming helicopters. However, when they raised the bazooka, there would always be one or two people who would be shot in the head by the flying sniper bullets. Seeing this, the other FBI agents had to retreat into the bunker again. They waited for the end of a round of sweeps before they launched a counterattack.

"Gin!" In the chaos ahead, Vermouth had already gone through other passages underground to join Gin. The two were preparing to escape from the back door, but perhaps the FBI had anticipated this, or perhaps an insider had reported the intelligence and habits of the invading enemy in advance. The moment the two just ran out of the door, dozens of guns were already pointed at them more than ten meters away. It should be an ambush that had been prepared long ago. After all, I have a sniper at the back door, and no matter how stupid the FBI is, they will know that the sniper is clearing the way for the infiltrators. So a dozen agents were left in ambush, and the others all went to the main door for support. This made Vermouth fall into their trap when she escaped.

"Stop!" Several FBI agents shouted at the same time, and quickly surrounded Vermouth and Gin. Vermouth and Gin had already reached the security door at the back of the building, and were only a dozen meters away from leaving this steel fortress. However, perhaps due to the intelligence, Vermouth and Gin completely lost the chance to escape under the obstruction of these dozen guns.

"Put down your gun!" a long-haired FBI agent shouted. "Gin, Vermouth, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Hearing this, Vermouth and Gin's faces changed slightly. Although they were still wearing the masks made by Vermouth, the changes in their pupils showed their shock. In this way, the intelligence of the traitor could be completely confirmed, and the traitor must be one of the more than ten members sent from the United States, or even more than one.

"Put down your guns!" the agent was still shouting. There was no other way. To save their lives, Vermouth and the others had to throw their guns to the ground and raise their hands. But just as the agents were about to step forward to detain the two, a buzzing sound came from a distance. They felt nervous.

Woo woo woo buzz... Boom!

The FBI agents had just turned around when a fully armed pickup truck crashed through the iron gate blocking the road from behind them and sped towards them. It was Vodka's support.

Da da da da da da! !
As soon as he came into view, Vodka's machine gun on the roof of the car started to rotate. However, he did not dare to aim, but chose to suppress it with firepower. Otherwise, the more than 100 bullets would not only kill the FBI, but also the two gold medalists behind him.

The quick-witted FBI saw that there was support and had no intention of holding back. They wanted to take the two people who were currently besieging them as hostages. However, before they could move, a handful of blood suddenly exploded on their bodies. With three "puffs" and "puffs", the three FBI fell to the ground, their limbs and internal organs flying everywhere. Everyone present was stunned.

"This kid actually dared to use armor-piercing bullets!" Vermouth's face changed drastically. If there was even a slight deviation, he would lose his life.

puff!puff!
Before he could finish thinking, two more people lay down on his right. Seeing the flying organs and blood, Vermouth turned pale. Not only her, but also Gin beside her took two steps back in fear. However, the two gold medalists also reached for the guns hidden behind their backs in a trance and started to fight back. For a time, the FBI suffered heavy losses.

boom! ! !
Aiming at the last group of FBI agents beside Gin, I fired my last armor-piercing bullet. These poor people. Why did they surround them in a circle? Doesn't this give me a chance to clear the area? More than a dozen agents were beaten down to only five or six in less than ten seconds, and now they were trapped from the front and back. It seemed that they were about to fail. At the last moment, several FBI agents took out grenades from their waists and threw them towards the position where Vermouth and the others were, making a final resistance. Since we can't leave them alive, let's be buried together!

Seeing the grenade, Vermouth naturally retreated back to the building. Although he could save his life, he was definitely injured. The FBI's special grenade had a damage power that was not comparable to that of ordinary grenades.

boom! ! !
The explosion was deafening, and the glass door behind was blown to pieces. Gin and Vermouth, who were standing in the corridor, were also naturally affected by the aftermath.

"Big brother!"

His elder brother was attacked by the enemy at the last moment, and Vodka was furious and began to show his vicious side. He stepped on the accelerator and drove the car straight into the gate. He knocked away the FBI who were shooting at him. He pulled out his gun and shot two more people, and the front of the car had already crashed into the building. He also jumped out of the car to rescue the two gold medalists of the organization. The reason why Vodka dared to take such a big risk was because he had the support of a sniper rifle behind him, otherwise, let alone getting out of the car, he would not even dare to enter the door.

The remaining three agents saw that the door was blocked and there was a sniper rifle behind them, so they couldn't even get out of the bunker. They couldn't get help, and they didn't know what to do for a while. They could only raise their guns and be on full alert. Unfortunately, their inaction became the final curtain call of their lives.

A few seconds later, Vodka's car started again. He had completed the rescue and started to back up. At the same time, he turned the machine gun on the roof to suppress the enemy. Without the threat of grenades, he was not afraid of the remaining soldiers and quickly broke through the siege. Although the FBI wanted to break the tires and counterattack, they were unsuccessful and could only watch the invaders slip away. Seeing Vodka's successful retreat, I also put away my sniper rifle and evacuated from here.

————The scent of orchids, the scent of lavender, the scent of home & the wings of angels, the wings of demons, the wings of guardians————

"IceWine, have you retreated?" I received a call from Vodka shortly after I evacuated the sniper point.

"Retreat, I'm going to the safe house. Are Brother Gin and Sister Vermouth safe? How is Calvados?" I answered the phone.

"Brother, I have received the message and they have successfully retreated. Calvados has also told him to retreat. Unfortunately, the helicopter could not be saved and has been sacrificed." Vodka said with some pain.

"Forget it. The mission has been successfully completed. It's just a small sacrifice of equipment. We have already made a profit. Although I didn't see the real situation, but from the noise at the front door, I believe that the front door should have exploded, right?"

"Hehe, this was the most satisfying battle between our organization and the FBI. Not only did we not lose a single soldier, but we also defeated the enemy's headquarters. This time, the FBI lost at least thirty agents. It can be said to be a heavy loss... Hmm? Oh, Sister Vermouth wants to talk to you."

"... Brat, do you want to kill me!" As soon as Vodka finished speaking, Vermouth's voice full of feigned anger exploded in my ears.

"Wow! Sister Bei, please keep your voice down. What are you talking about?" I quickly moved the receiver away from me. "What are you talking about? You dared to use armor-piercing bullets when sniping? Gin and I are still in the crowd. Do you want to sing a song for you, Sister Bei?" Vermouth just took a breath and started scolding me.

"Haha, don't worry, Sister Bei. Aren't you still safe in the car now? I am very confident in my sniper. I once said that I would use my sniper rifle to protect you, Sister Bei." Facing Vermouth's anger, I quickly acted nice and said a few words to please her.

"You little brat, I'll deal with you when I get back." Vermouth's anger faded slightly. "Go to the second safe house. We're leaving Washington soon and going to Chicago to hide. After that, I'll send you to Africa."

"Okay, I'll be right back." After hanging up the phone with Vermouth, I ran two blocks away, hailed a taxi and left the FBI headquarters area. After changing three taxis, I arrived at the safe house area, and then got out of the car and walked over.

The safe house is located in the Ana Hotel. When I returned to the safe house, except for Calvados, the remaining three had already returned. Vodka was constantly monitoring the situation nearby in front of the computer. Vermouth was stitching and changing the dressing for Gin. It seemed that the last grenade explosion had injured Gin, but it should not be serious.

"Good job, kid." Seeing me come back, Gin praised me for the first time. "You are qualified to go on missions with us."

"Hehe." Facing Gin's compliment, I smiled a little and said nothing more. I turned and walked to Vodka. "Are there any enemies following us?"

"No, this safe house has not been exposed yet." Vodka replied. "This is our own safe house that was built when Brother Gin arrived. Only a few of us know the location, so it's very safe."

"Well, I'll be the first one to keep watch tonight. The brothers and sisters are all injured. They need to rest. You monitor the situation nearby, and I'll go to the roof with the sniper rifle. Wait for Calvados to come back and let him take over from me for the rest of the night. Keep in touch at all times."

"Okay, that's a great help." Vodka gave me a thankful look. "There are rations and canned food in the box. I'll let Calvados know when he gets back."

I turned around and nodded to the two gold medalists. I picked up the sniper rifle that I had put away in the box, left the safe house, and went to the top floor of the hotel.

"This kid is very smart." Watching me leave, Gin whispered to Vermouth.

"What? Do you regret it?" Vermouth chuckled as she stitched up Gin's wound. "As long as this kid can keep going like this, it's only a matter of time before he becomes a gold medalist."

"There is no room for him at the Japanese base. Unless..."

"I'll take care of this." Vermouth's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "The mission in the United States has been completed. After you return, the follow-up cleanup work will be handed over to you. I need to concentrate on finding a way to prevent Margarita from taking IceWine..."

"That's impossible." Gin shook her head. "That woman can't just watch your team grow."

"Is there no way to make the boss compromise?"

"You are closest to the boss. You ask me?" Gin said coldly. "But there is a way. As long as you can get the boss to issue a gold medal mission and specifically mention you and IceWine to go."

"The risk is the same." Vermouth smiled miserably. "Perhaps the missions assigned by Margarita are not all gold medal-level. We'll see. I'll prepare a few more songs. At the same time, it's time for him to start taking on missions from the outside world."

"Have you thought of a name?" Gin asked. "I'm the Archon, and you're the Thousand-Faced Witch. Code names in the organization can't be leaked too easily. He's your man now. If you want to arrange for him to start contacting the outside world, then this problem should be solved by you."

"Hmm..." Vermouth pondered for a while. "This kid's murderous aura is very special. It's not manic, but it makes people feel unusually cold. I remember when he accepted the challenge after the protection period ended a few days ago, I heard gunshots in the corridor. Later, I heard from people below that people who challenged IceWine died. And those who survived all changed their color at the mention of him, calling him a devil... So, Ice Devil, what do you think?"

"Devil?" Gin's expression slightly widened, and then a hint of sneer appeared from between his teeth. "You are praising him too much."

"Believe me, sooner or later, he will be worthy of this title." Vermouth seemed very proud. "Gin, you've lost a lot this time. I did this for fun back then, but I didn't expect to pick up such a big treasure."

"Hmph, don't be too proud. Wait until he can really hold on to the gold medal before you laugh." Gin ignored Vermouth's teasing and lay down on the bed. He just exposed his injured body to the air and let Vermouth do the surgery.

"Sister, I'm back." Before the two gold medalists finished speaking, Calvados' emotionless voice came from outside the door.

"Well, you've worked hard. Go and rest first. You'll take over IceWine's watch later in the night."

"Yes." Without much conversation, Calvados found a sofa and fell asleep. The room fell into silence again. Only the computer in front of Vodka made the ticking sound of monitoring.

(End of this chapter)