Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Tsk, it's just a few words. Come out for a moment, you can talk to me by the railing."

Miwako urged from outside, her impatience barely concealed.

"What, is this big star so arrogant that we can't even get him to come?"

Fujino Terumi ignored the barbed tone and listened intently, trying to discern the sounds.

So close!

The sound quality doesn't sound like it's coming from downstairs; it sounds more like it's coming from a high place on the balcony.

A chill crept up my spine, colder than the night wind.

Fujino Terumi's neck hairs stood on end slightly, and her face appeared unusually pale in the dim light, like a dead person, almost stiff and lifeless.

"...I'm sorry."

Taking a deep breath and exhaling heavily, Fujino Terumi rubbed her cheeks and apologized cautiously, her voice trembling slightly at the end.

"I'm really not feeling well, Ishida-san. Is there anything I can do for you? Let's talk again tomorrow, okay?"

"It'll just be a few words, it won't take up much of your time."

The noise outside the balcony was persistent, but the more persistent it was, the more suspicious it became.

Fujino Terumi quickly pulled the curtains shut.

"Why did you draw the curtains? Why did you reject me?! Fujino Terumi! Do you look down on me?"

As soon as the curtains were drawn, the voice suddenly rose in pitch and became agitated.

Fujino Terumi did not respond, but instead kept backing away from the balcony.

"Come out! Fujino Terumi!"

The sharp sound exploded almost against the glass, the high-pitched and impatient tone revealing a complete abandonment of pretense.

"Come out! Come out! Come out now!"

The sounds grew increasingly rapid and frantic, one after another, pounding against the glass door and also against Fujino Terumi's nerves.

"Fujino Terumi! How long do you think you can hide? I've been here all along! I've been watching you!"

What exactly is that thing?

Fujino Terumi's face turned pale, and her breathing became rapid.

Could it be that the unease of the past few days has nothing to do with vampires, but is entirely caused by this monster?

She backed away step by step, her heel accidentally hitting the edge of the sofa, causing her to stumble and fall backward.

"Snapped!"

The phone was knocked over by Fujino Terumi's body and fell to the ground with a crisp sound, like a bright moon in the night sky, attracting Fujino Terumi's attention.

Her chaotic thoughts calmed down instantly, and Fujino Terumi's eyes lit up as she quickly grabbed her phone.

She frantically searched her contacts, found the number saved as "Lin Jun," and pressed the dial button without hesitation.

"Beep...beep..."

The busy tone while waiting to connect felt incredibly long at that moment.

The calls from outside the balcony grew more frantic and closer, as if that thing would burst through the door at any moment.

"Answer it quickly... Lin-jun, please answer it quickly..."

Fujino Terumi bit her lower lip, gripping her phone tightly, almost bursting into tears.

School, teaching building, dimly lit corridor.

The figure of the Slit-Mouthed Woman appeared silently behind Sekiguchi and Ando, ​​like ink seeping from the shadows of the wall.

It wasn't until the children in the storage room had dilated pupils and horrified expressions that the two teachers realized the terror was approaching.

The slit-mouthed woman raised her enormous scissors, the blades gleaming with a cold, hard metallic luster in the pale light of the flashlight, the sharp tips pointing towards the back of the neck.

The hairs on the back of Mr. Sekiguchi's neck stood on end. A chilling premonition of death choked his breath. He could almost feel a sharp weapon about to pierce his skin, that needle-like phantom pain.

The scissors were about to fall—

"Beep beep beep—beep beep beep—"

A sudden telephone ring echoed through the dimly lit corridor, sounding particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

The slit-mouthed woman paused, then abruptly turned her head, her venomous eyes fixed on the source of the sound.

At the end of the corridor, near the stairwell, a light shone.

The man wearing a child's mask knelt on one knee, with a crudely designed object wrapped with coils, resembling a gun, resting in his arm, the muzzle pointed directly at her.

Beside the man was an open violin case containing a battery, with several wires connecting the battery to the modified gun in his arms.

A woman with a fit physique, also wearing a child's mask, stood beside the man with her arms crossed, like a bodyguard.

There was also a bespectacled boy who looked to be only fifteen years old, peering out to see what was happening in the storage room.

"Of all times...is this a classic movie scene?"

Amamiya Rin glanced down at the pocket that was glowing and ringing.

To be precise, he was focused on the cell phone in his pocket.

A fleeting, absurd thought crossed Amamiya Rin's mind.

At a critical moment, a phone call came in, causing the undercover agent to be discovered by the enemy. This classic scene from a movie actually happened to him.

Amamiya Rin sighed inwardly, but pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

The roar of the gun barrel instantly shattered the silence.

The metal projectile, accelerated by the electromagnetic coil, drew a scorching stream of air, tearing through the darkness of the corridor, heading straight for the Slit-Mouthed Woman's head!

The slit-mouthed woman's pupils suddenly contracted.

Fast! The bullet was so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible!

But she was faster!

The whistling sound of bullets tearing through the air hadn't even faded when the giant scissors in the Slit-Mouthed Woman's hand had already transformed into a blurry black shadow.

"clang--!!!"

A piercing metallic clang echoed through the corridor, sparks flying everywhere.

The metal bullet aimed at her head was deflected precisely by the side of her scissors; the twisted metal fragments grazed the slit-mouthed woman's face, leaving shallow bloodstains on her pale skin.

Amamiya Rin's pupils contracted.

Slicing bullets with bare hands? No, it was blocking them by using the huge blade of the scissors and extraordinary reaction speed.

But this is still outrageous!

With this reaction and precision, the Slit-Mouthed Woman was indeed caught off guard last time and didn't have time to use her full strength. This is her true power!

While marveling at the sight, Amamiya Rin didn't hesitate at all. With her left hand, she quickly pulled back the bolt, ejecting the scorching cartridge case, and with her right hand, she took out a new bullet from the ammunition pouch at her waist.

However, in the blink of an eye as he reloaded, the Slit-Mouthed Woman's gaze had already locked onto his body.

That face...that figure...even through the mask, those eyes, that physique, and that unforgettable memory of being stabbed by a bone knife surfaced in her mind.

"It's...you...!"

A roar filled with resentment and rage burst forth from beneath her scarf.

In an instant, the air temperature in the corridor seemed to drop several degrees, and a chilling killing intent that made one's scalp tingle surged in as if it were real!

At the same time, Sekiguchi, Ando, ​​and the children all felt a sudden relief from the pressure they were under.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman had already given up on them, who were right in front of her. She stomped her feet on the ground and charged straight at Amamiya Rin at the end of the corridor like a cannonball, carrying intense killing intent and malice.