Although Kusuda Rikumichi was a little slow, he still did not dare challenge the BOSS's authority.
What if he was made a scapegoat for failing to cooperate with the operation? That would be a disaster.
And so, a group of people on both sides, all afraid of becoming scapegoats, began a performance of "you back off, then I back off, then you back off again," with no one daring to fire the first shot.
The threat posed by eight bombs was still immense. In a bustling district, and in a place like a hospital at that, no matter what kind of bomb it was, if it exploded, it would be a huge incident...
The FBI's free America had its own national conditions. If a scandal like this broke out on their turf, unlike those minor incidents before, they would have to provide an explanation this time. In the end, the blame would only be dumped on the workhorses who failed to do their jobs.
Therefore, the helpless FBI could only split up and track the other side's movements, trying their best to lure this guy somewhere less crowded before dealing with him.
Whether they shot him dead or handled it some other way, they had to minimize the impact.
After all, whether it was the Department of Justice or the CIA, once something like this happened, they would definitely cut ties at lightning speed and turn their own little workhorses into terrorists acting under some organization's name.
"Plan B is proceeding smoothly, Bourbon. You can move now..."
Holding up her phone, Vermouth sent Bourbon a message. "Most of them have been lured out of the hospital. Dong Xuelian will support your operation to rescue the target if necessary."
"I'll make sure no 'accidents' happen."
"Understood."
Sitting in the restroom,