My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

Unlike the deep and thoughtful Yuki Hayato, Futakawa Ryosuke, who had recovered from the pain, was now unleashing his ferocity.

He stared at Kouta with hatred, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Upon receiving the order to fire, he didn't hesitate and used his only remaining good hand to pull out the Type 17 pistol tucked into his waistband.

what--!

Upon seeing the gun, some women screamed in the carriage.

"Shut up! Anyone who dares to scream again, I'll kill them!" Ryosuke Futakawa brandished his pistol at the screaming women.

The carriage fell silent immediately.

Everyone fell silent, not daring to even breathe too loudly.

"Kid, you're pretty good at fighting. Now show me another one!" Ryosuke Futakawa pointed his gun at Kouta, his face contorted with horror from the previous pain, a mad and cruel glint in his eyes. He ordered Kouta, "Kneel down now, take that knife on the ground and cut off your five fingers, and I'll spare you."

However, Kouta just smiled dismissively, grabbed the muzzle of the gun, and laughed, "Don't scare me. I've seen this kind of gun before. It's a replica gun that costs 5000 yen. If you don't believe me, you can try shooting it."

Chapter 361 Intercepting

Inside the communications vehicle at the foot of the mountain.

Hiroyuki Imaizumi watched angrily as Ryosuke Futagawa pulled out his pistol.

This scene was not part of his plan.

Who gave those three hardened criminals the pistols?

Hiroyuki Imaizumi already knew the answer. He grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled into it, "Yamakawa, give me an explanation right now! Why do they have guns?"

However, all that came from the walkie-talkie was a "beep beep" connection tone.

Yuki Yamakawa didn't even turn on his walkie-talkie.

"Damn it!" Hiroyuki Imaizumi cursed angrily, slamming the walkie-talkie to the ground.

He couldn't understand why Yamakawa Yuki dared to provoke him like this.

However, before he could continue thinking, his attention was drawn to the footage on the surveillance camera.

Big Bus.

Kouta grabbed the muzzle of the gun, stood up from his seat, and pushed Ryosuke Futakawa backward step by step.

For every step Kouta took forward, Ryosuke Futakawa took a step back.

“You…” Ryosuke Futakawa was stunned by Kouta’s actions.

He even began to doubt whether the gun in his hand was fake.

The three of them were not gun novices. After getting the gun, they checked it inside and out and knew that it was a real gun and that it used real bullets.

But when he saw Kouta's confident and calm demeanor, he was unsure for a moment.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he realized what was going on!

'That brat was just bluffing; I almost fell for his trick.'

Thinking of this, Ryosuke Futakawa felt a surge of humiliation at being mocked. His face contorted with rage as he said, "You little bastard, if you're looking for death, then die!"

As he spoke, he yanked the trigger with his index finger. The black tungsten steel firing pin struck the ignition point at the rear of the bullet casing, generating high temperatures that ignited the gunpowder inside the casing, propelling the bullet at a terrifying supersonic speed.

boom!

boom!

However, contrary to Ryosuke Futagawa's expectations, the bullet did not shatter Kouta's hand and continue into his chest.

Instead... the barrel exploded.

It turned out that when the bullet left the barrel, it hit the hand wrapped in Gengtai's strength, just like hitting a steel plate, which directly caused the air pressure in the barrel to rise sharply and explode.

Gun shrapnel flew everywhere, and some unfortunate passengers nearby were cut on the forehead and face by the shrapnel, screaming, but they only suffered minor injuries.

Hui was not affected because Kengtai intentionally stood in front of her.

Ryosuke Futakawa was rather unlucky; a long, thin shard was half embedded in his eyeball, while the other half protruded outside, looking extremely grotesque and terrifying.

"Ah—!" he wailed pitifully, flailing his arms and legs in bewilderment.

At this moment, Kouta, as if nothing had happened, smiled and explained to everyone in the car, "See? I told you this gun was fake. It was actually a lighter, but I blocked the nozzle, causing the internal gas to expand and explode."

Upon hearing this very reasonable explanation, most of the people in the car immediately believed it.

but,

Kawada and Yuuki Hayato were horrified. Despite being vicious criminals, they were now trembling with fear, looking at Kouta as if he were a monster.

What a load of rubbish lighter.

They knew it was a genuine handgun, a handgun capable of killing people.

The gun was real, and the bullets were real too! The monster blocking the barrel with his hand, causing the pistol to explode... that was also real!!

Now they realized that from the very beginning, the mysterious organization had been using them as sacrifices.

Xiong Chengjun suppressed his racing heart and said as calmly as possible, "Well, brother, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable that you could even recognize this kind of lighter. We admit defeat this time."

As he spoke, he bowed deeply to Gengtai at a ninety-degree angle, his head already dripping with cold sweat.

Kouta didn't want to make a big deal out of it, after all, he and Hui were eloping, so he said, "You guys go."

"Yes, yes." Yuujou Hayato's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was relieved. He got out of the car without looking back, and Kawada followed closely behind, supporting the wailing Futakawa Ryosuke.

Silence returned to the car.

After Kouta turned around, Kei eagerly looked him up and down, her eyes filled with worry: "How are you? Are you hurt?"

Although Hui's rational mind told her that Kouta was alright, she was still worried.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Your man is very capable." Kouta grinned.

The people inside the car went one after another to retrieve their belongings from the aisle.

However, when they passed by Kouta, they were all a bit hesitant and dared not linger.

After the van drove off the highway, the bus also resumed its journey.

After this incident, everyone in the car felt somewhat depressed, and no one spoke.

Meanwhile.

Inside the communications vehicle at the foot of the mountain.

"Haha, we've finally found it! A supernatural being!" Hiroyuki Imaizumi exclaimed excitedly.

He has worked so hard for so long, and finally his efforts have paid off.

Although this isn't a "memory" type of superpower, the ability to block bullets with bare hands is far superior to that of pets.

The other people in the communications vehicle were also filled with a mixture of shock and joy.

After the initial excitement, Hiroyuki Imaizumi began to worry about Kouta Fujiki's capture plan.

He knew that the other party was not some naive high school kid, but a ruthless person who had personally slaughtered more than four hundred people in the Shibamiya family manor.

To capture the enemy, we must rely on the military; otherwise, we're just sending ourselves to our deaths.

but,

Before that, he decided to reorganize the team.

"Akihara, bring Yamakawa Yuki back. I want to ask him who gave him the authority to issue guns to those three serious criminals without his permission."

"You don't need to ask anymore, it was I who gave him that power!"

The communication vehicle door inexplicably started to open, and at the same time, a broken Japanese voice came from outside.

As soon as the car door opened, blinding sunlight streamed in, causing everyone inside to instinctively shield their eyes.

Once their eyes adjusted to the sunlight, they realized that the communications vehicle had been surrounded by a group of fully armed American soldiers.

"Who are you people?" Hiroyuki Imaizumi questioned.

The leader was a tall, blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman who spoke to Hiroyuki Imaizumi and the others in broken Japanese: “Thank you for your contributions to humanity. Now, all operations concerning S-1092 are under the control of America. You can leave after you sign this confidentiality agreement.”

"America?!" Hiroyuki Imaizumi's heart skipped a beat, and he said with a grim expression, "You have no right to demand that we do this. We are a legitimate organization affiliated with the Japanese government and only obey the orders of the Japanese government!"

"Is that old man from Hejian?" the woman said disdainfully, then took out her phone, made a call, said a few words into the phone, and tossed the phone to Hiroyuki Imaizumi.

The phone rolled a few times on the ground and came to rest at Hiroyuki Imaizumi's feet.

With trembling hands, Hiroyuki Imaizumi picked up the phone and held it to his ear. An elderly voice came from the phone: "Is this Imaizumi?"

"Hi! It really is me!"

Upon hearing this voice, Hiroyuki Imaizumi immediately became respectful, because it was the voice of Cabinet Minister Taro Kawama, who was also their organization's direct superior.

"Do as Miss Juliana says," Taro Kawama ordered.

"But, Your Excellency—"

beep...

The Minister of Kagawa hung up the phone immediately.

“Alright, now your government has told you what to do, so sign it,” Juliana said haughtily.

Hiroyuki Imaizumi's face turned ashen as he roared angrily at Juliana, "Stop joking! This is a violation of international law and an infringement on Japanese sovereignty! Guards, get them out of here!"

However, the special police officers on the outermost edge pretended to be deaf and stood there meekly.

Juliana frowned at Imaizumi Hiroyuki's shout, raised her hand, and the American soldiers around her immediately pulled the safety off their rifles and pointed their guns at Imaizumi Hiroyuki.

“Now, I’m giving you one last chance: sign it or die here,” Juliana declared in her ultimatum.

"Captain!"

The other passengers in the car gasped and looked at Hiroyuki Imaizumi when they saw this.

"I, I... sign." Hiroyuki Imaizumi's expression changed repeatedly, but in the end he lowered his head.

The people in the car successively signed confidentiality agreements.

But in the end...