Ke Xue: He mastered the steel-cutting divine skill at the start.

A dozen minutes later, she took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Vermouth, it seems you've succeeded. I never expected you, who are usually only good at infiltration and assassination, to use such a brutal method."

Vermouth snorted: "Gin, in anything, the most important thing is always the result, not the means. I have my own plan, and this operation is led by me. I hope you understand."

The person on the other side snorted softly, but did not refute it.

Shuichi Akai's exposure was related to Gin, but his infiltration was also related to Gin.

Regardless of the details of this incident, these two points alone are enough to implicate Gin. In other words, Gin bears undeniable responsibility for the losses the organization is currently facing!

To recover the losses, it is necessary to eliminate Shuichi Akai and the traitor. This is crucial for a criminal organization because its cohesion lies in deterrence.

If traitors cannot be eliminated in time, it means the loss of deterrence, and the binding force on people in the organization will be greatly weakened.

In other words, morale has collapsed, and the team is difficult to lead.

That's why the leader of the Black Organization entrusted the task of killing Shuichi Akai to Vermouth.

Wherever there are people, there is a world of its own; and wherever there is a world of its own, there is bound to be competition.

Vermouth and Gin are also competitors, and whoever is more capable will naturally have more say in the organization.

"I hope your plan works, but do you think just causing a bombing will lure that guy into making a move?"

Vermouth chuckled, "If it's just killing a few ordinary people, it naturally won't attract the FBI's trump card. But if the dead are all FBI agents, wouldn't that directly touch a nerve?"

"what?"

Gin was also taken aback, not expecting Vermouth's methods to be so ruthless, targeting FBI members right from the start, and in such a blatant way!

"This is New York, after all, FBI territory. What you're doing is tantamount to playing with fire. If your actions get out of control, I won't come to your rescue!"

Vermouth sneered, "Gin, all you ever do is kill. When have you ever saved anyone? I don't expect you to do this for me. My plan has only just begun."

This time, it's not just about eliminating traitors, but also about deterring those who are restless, letting them know that the organization's strength has not diminished. After all, even a cat gets tired of too many mice.

These words undoubtedly best served the organization's interests, and Gin could not refute them.

"Very well, since you are so confident, I'll wait and see."

After hanging up the phone, Vermouth stretched and muttered to herself.

"It's time for me to take action."

As he spoke, he turned and walked to the corner of the building, where a gray-haired man with an ugly face was bound.

As Vermouth approached step by step, a look of fear gradually appeared on his face.

"Don't you enjoy killing? Do you enjoy watching the fear of the weak before their death? That happens to be my hobby too."

The silver-haired man's pupils trembled. This charming and beautiful woman, even her voice was so gentle, but at this moment, she seemed as terrifying as a demon in his eyes.

He couldn't help but make whimpering sounds, and the shadows were enveloping him; he would never have another chance to speak.

As night fell, Miyazaki Yu lay in a luxurious bathtub. The water was at the perfect temperature, and with the addition of bath salts, she felt completely relaxed, all the fatigue from her journey swept away.

He had already reverted to his original appearance and was taking a bath while wearing a disguise mask. Such a brainless thing was not something he would do.

Although today's events are over, I still feel a little excited.

Today, he played the role of a terrorist, detonating a bomb in the building and killing several FBI members living inside. The operation was swift and efficient.

Like a top assassin in some Hollywood blockbusters, he's cool and stylish, and his every move is accompanied by spectacular explosions.

He has people he cares about in Japan now, and all his connections are there. There would always be various concerns about making a move there, but it's different here.

He can unleash the madness within him at will, let this city of sin taste the flavor of madness too!

Please support me!

Chapter Seventy-Seven: Underground Black Boxing

If you don't experience it for yourself, it's hard to believe that a seemingly glamorous metropolis can actually harbor all sorts of criminal activities.

This is actually a microcosm of Gotham City from the Batman movies!

Gotham City is known for its honest and simple people, while Assam is a city that produces many talented individuals!

This place is practically a reflection of Gotham City. Although it looks much better on the surface, its deep darkness is in no way inferior to that of Gotham City.

Drugs are rampant, and in the hidden depths of the streets, people who have injected drugs are everywhere, striking all sorts of strange poses.

They were like real zombies, their eyes empty and devoid of anything, everything about them was meaningless.

If they weren't still walking upright, it would be impossible to define the boundary between them and animals.

Various forms of prostitution are rampant, with many heavily made-up streetwalkers becoming part of the city's beautiful nightscape.

Besides alcohol, sex, and drugs, there are many underground venues. In addition to being used as underground black markets for trading contraband, these venues also serve an important purpose: underground boxing markets.

For people who are highly excited, any intense or competitive activity can trigger their excitement.

Therefore, in the United States, baseball, the most competitive sport, is extremely popular, while in other places, baseball has a much smaller audience.

However, fighting in underground boxing rings is a more popular sport within a small circle.

No rules, no limits, every punch lands hard, blood and flesh fly everywhere!

The pleasure of destroying people has been hidden deep in human genes since ancient times.

From the Colosseum in ancient Rome to modern combat sports and boxing, they are all essentially doing the same thing: unleashing the bloodthirsty, beast-like impulses ingrained in people's bones!

This place has its own set of ironclad rules, yet it also seems to be the place with the fewest rules.

Because the only rule here is strength. If you can fight and withstand attacks, you are the strong one, and you can get flowers, applause and wealth.

However, if you are not capable, the consequences will be unbearable. You will be like a lump of mud, trampled underfoot.

After Miyazaki Yu walked through a narrow alley, the view suddenly opened up, and bursts of heavy metal music entered his ears, which could cause discomfort to ordinary people, but could also arouse a restless heart.

"Anyone else want to sign up? Tonight's competition, if you win one match, you'll get five thousand US dollars!"

Several burly, blond men showed expressions of interest, but hesitated and dared not step forward.

Many people want to be the winner in that huge iron cage, but if they fail, the best outcome is to lose an arm or a leg. It's better to die directly, but if they are left with a lifelong disability, that's even more terrible than death.

The man shouting loudly sneered. Anyone who frequented this place knew that most of these big, burly guys were actually just so-so.

A truly capable person doesn't need to look at anything else; you can tell just by looking at their eyes.

Those people look at others like a cheetah eyeing a sheep; a single glance is enough to instill fear in their opponents.

"I want to sign up!"

The man paused for a moment, then turned around and saw a tall, slender figure.

"Hahaha—", he laughed loudly.

It's a joke that a skinny Asian youth would want to participate in such underground boxing matches.

"Kid, don't blame me for not warning you. Look around you. Everyone here is incredibly strong, but they are still very careful in this kind of competition because they know that if they lose, their opponents will not show any mercy."

Those drug-addled idiots who hallucinate will even break their opponents' bones one by one for amusement. The matches here don't have weight classes; once they start, they won't end unless one side is rendered incapacitated. You'd better think it through!

The people around burst into laughter, their disdain evident in their expressions.

This is the true attitude of these white people towards Asians. They are filled with a strange sense of superiority over Asians, taking their thoughtless fantasies as reality. Only idiots cultivated under such happy education can be like this.

Miyazaki Yu ignored him completely, simply staring calmly at the other person.

“I’ve made up my mind, I’m going to participate, and you better tell your boss to prepare a few extra stretchers, because someone is likely to be in trouble here tonight.”

Miyazaki Yu needs more human models to enrich his database. These guys are physically strong and are the most suitable source of information. He won't let this opportunity pass him by.

Seeing Miyazaki Yu's determined gaze, this guy inexplicably shivered and his heart skipped a beat.

"Are these ten ruthless characters?"

But it doesn't matter. Every night, some self-important guys are carried out of here. Apart from some with companions, some homeless people participate in this competition. Once they can't stand up, they quickly disappear.

A few days later, their organs will appear at black market auctions at high prices.

This is also one of the important sources of income in the underground boxing market. Human organs are very valuable, and countless people are waiting for various organs to prolong their lives every day.

If a person's body were completely dissected and valued at the highest possible price, one person would be worth over forty million US dollars. Therefore, for the bosses of the underground black market, these fighters who want to participate in underground boxing matches are sources of wealth flowing with gold.

"Since you're so fearless, then come with me. There are no rules here; just surviving is enough. Since you're so confident, then tonight's first match is yours!"

The entire underground arena was now filled with heavy metal music and cheers from the crowd, who were all shouting themselves hoarse, eager to see who would die in the iron cage tonight.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's boxing match will begin in five minutes. As always, the cage will only open again when one side is completely incapacitated. Please enjoy the beauty of violence!"

Five minutes later, the match began.

A middle-aged man with bandages wrapped around his hands walked in first, and the entire arena erupted in cheers.

"It's Viper! Haha, it's actually this guy! He must have run out of money for alcohol and drugs, that's why he came back. This is going to be a good show tonight!"

The man let out a strange roar and ripped off his clothes. He had a very strange tattoo on his body, with two patterns on his back that looked like the eyes of a venomous snake, which was also the source of his nickname.

At this moment, Miyazaki Yu slowly walked in. As soon as he stepped into the iron cage, the cage closed instantly. The entire iron cage was made of thick steel bars and wires, and its area was about thirty square meters.

Everywhere, the iron bars and wires were stained with blood, telling the story of the brutality of this place.

"Kid, you're really unlucky. Is this your first time fighting in an underground boxing match?"

The middle-aged man, Viper, chuckled as he spoke, revealing his white teeth.

"That's right, this is my first time fighting in an underground boxing match."

The middle-aged white man's face suddenly turned ferocious, and the faint scars on his face connected, making him look like a zombie that had been stabbed many times.

"This is not only the first time, but also the last. My opponents all know that those who have fought with me have lost the possibility of continuing to fight in underground boxing. What I hate most is some weaklings coming to try and get a piece of the pie, as if fighting in underground boxing is easy."

I like to break their spines so that they can only crawl on the ground like maggots for the rest of their lives; that's very interesting.

Miyazaki Yu's face, which had been expressionless, began to brighten, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Oh, that's good. Otherwise, it would be too boring!"

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Shifting to an Iron-Blooded Mindset

After arriving in this world of science fiction, Miyazaki Yu has actually been trying hard to adjust her mindset.