Chapter 939 I Forgive You

Ireland hesitated for a moment and picked up the wine glass on the table, but he did not clink the glass with mezcal, nor did he intend to drink. Instead, he asked:

“Are you doing it for Silla?”

"Yes." Nobushige replied calmly, "Forcing Pisk to atone for what he did before, even though he may not be aware of the problem."

In his unfinished words, Nobushige believes that everyone must be responsible for all his actions. If he has done something harmful to nature, it is atonement.

Ireland sneered and asked: "Why are you telling me this."

Xinfan tilted his head slightly: "Yes, why? I probably don't want you to go to death with hatred. After all, when we were first born as humans, we were clean and had nothing."

"It's really..." As soon as Ireland started speaking, the entire Dongdu Iron Tower suddenly fell into darkness.

He and Mescal looked at each other, knowing in their hearts that Gin's response had arrived.

"How are you going to leave me alive here?" Ireland asked.

What greeted him was a flying kick from Mescal without hesitation - Ireland fell heavily out of the lookout. The next second, the helicopter's searchlight shone on him.

Ireland raised his hand to shield himself from the dazzling light and spat out the blood in his mouth.

Damn it, Mescal was really unceremonious, one kick could kill half of his life.

The searchlight clearly exposed Ireland to the eyes of Gin and others. His face was bruised and bruised, his clothes were incomplete, his hair was messy, and there was red blood around his mouth.

Chianti laughed awkwardly when he saw this: "Hahaha, look at Ireland, it's so miserable!"

Gin noticed that Ireland was not wearing headphones and guessed that his communication equipment might have been broken, so he motioned to Belmode with his eyes.

Belmode understood and threw down his communication headset.

She hit it quickly and accurately, and the earphones fell into Ireland's palm like a meteor.

Ireland put her headphones on.

In his peripheral vision, Mescal was hiding behind a metal bunker, raising his gun and aiming it at his head. Ireland knew that as long as he said half a word that was not conducive to Mescal, the guy would shoot him immediately.

"Ireland," Gin whispered.

Ireland faced the direction of the helicopter and stood up straight: "It's me."

"How's it going? Did you get the memory card?"

"Ah." Ireland responded lightly, then took out the memory card from his pocket and held it in front of him.

Bourbon called up the footage from the onboard camera and zoomed in on the memory card.

"It is confirmed that it is the memory card that recorded the NOC list." Bourbon gave a positive answer after comparison, and reminded Gin in a "kind way", "In addition, the police have discovered the joint investigation team who was unconscious before."

Chianti frowned: "Then we still need to hang Ireland up?"

The wind is a bit strong tonight, and you can feel it from the helicopter. If you use a rope to hang Ireland, not only is the target obvious, but it is also very dangerous. These are things that everyone present knows.

In the camera footage, Ireland kept holding up the memory card with a somewhat impatient look on his face.

"Ireland, the distance is too far for us to see the memory card clearly." Bourbon's cold voice suddenly sounded in the silent space, "Stretch your hand forward a little."

Ireland complained in his mind that there were so many people, but he still obeyed and held the memory card directly in front of him.

"Hey, Bourbon, what are you doing?!"

Bourbon grabbed Chianti's gun and placed it on the helicopter's firing port. This set of movements was as smooth as water, as if he had practiced it many times. From the beginning to the end, Bourbon ignored Chianti and took his ignorance to the extreme.

In the scope is the memory card Ireland got, but it is also Ireland's heart.

Bourbon took a deep breath, then held his breath and pulled the trigger——

"call out!"

The bullet came out of the barrel and entered the memory card with great momentum, but the memory card did not slow down its speed. Before Ireland had time to react, the bullet shot into his chest.

Ireland was pushed back by the force of the bullet and hit the wall hard, staining the outer wall of the Tokyo Tower red.

Thick, warm blood suddenly spurted out, splashing onto Nobuhiro's cheeks and clothes.

Under Nobuhiro's gaze, Ireland could no longer stand firm and fell in front of him.

"I, I also want to fight..." Cohen complained weakly.

Chianti's reaction was more violent. She snatched her gun back and shouted angrily: "Bourbon, how could you shoot without saying a word?" And she used her favorite gun. This kind of thing will never be tolerated. !

Bourbon didn't even bother to notice.

"Brother?" Vodka asked Gin for his opinion.

Gin raised his lips and said: "The police are already here. That guy can't escape. Rather than wasting time with him here and increasing our risk of exposure, it's better to kill him directly like Bourbon did."

Gin appreciates people who are decisive and not merciful. Bourbon's approach is very beautiful and suits him very well. Gin felt that maybe he should re-examine the intelligence team. Those people were not just trash who only knew how to collect intelligence.

Belmode gave Bourbon a thoughtful look.

Bourbon didn't feel guilty, he met Bermod's gaze calmly, and asked: "What's wrong? Has the detective climbed up?"

Belmode choked and tugged at the corner of his mouth stiffly: "No, no, I just want to remind you that the shot just now was deflected and did not hit Ireland's heart. You see, he is still alive."

On the Tokyo Tower, Ireland clutched her chest in pain. Although the bullet did not penetrate his heart, it had destroyed his lungs, causing him to breathe with blood foam.

"Ireland." Nobushige called his code name softly, but didn't say anything.

Ireland struggled to sit down against the wall. The helicopter's searchlight was still so dazzling, but he no longer cared.

"You're right, I really can't leave the Tokyo Tower." Ireland smiled, "It's just that I didn't expect that I would die in their hands."

Shooting him unceremoniously when he was most unprepared was really... quite an organizational style.

Ireland spoke very quietly, and Nobuhiro had to move closer to him to ensure that he could hear his voice and not miss any possible intelligence.

Seeing this, the curvature of the corners of Ireland's mouth widened a little, but Nobuhiro didn't notice.

"Mezcal."

Nobushige looked at him, expressing his doubts with his eyes.

Ireland's face was very pale, but he persisted and said: "Mezcal, I forgive you."

Xin Fan was slightly startled.

"You are right, everyone has to atone for the mistakes they have made. However, after all, Pisk is the person I respect the most, so..."

In Nobuhiro's confused eyes, Ireland suddenly grabbed Nobuhiro's arm and pulled him out of the bunker. Nobuhiro was unable to react in time, his center of gravity lost balance, and he was instantly exposed to the helicopter's searchlight.

"So please accept a dying man's small revenge!" Ireland said while showing the most sincere smile.