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"Ireland, I'm going to play a game with you and make a bet."

"It's a bet on whether there are still bullets in your pistol. The bet is this 100-yen coin. If you pull the trigger and the gun goes off, then the coin is yours."

"But if you pull the trigger and the gun doesn't go off... well, you lose."

Nara Hikaru said calmly.

"I'll let you see your own brains!"

Humph, how is that possible?

As a professional killer, Ireland could be sure that the pistol was loaded with bullets.

He remembered how many times the pistol was cocked, how many bullets were in it, and he also knew the weight of the pistol. If there were no bullets in the gun, he could tell whether there were bullets in the gun just by lifting the pistol.

"It's obvious that there are bullets in this pistol!"

He sneered and pulled the trigger.

But the gun did not fire.

Ireland's expression suddenly changed.

This is impossible! Why didn't the gun go off? Is there really no bullet in the gun?!

Before he could think about it, Nara Hikaru's figure appeared in front of Ireland like a ghost.

He kicked Ireland.

The tremendous force immediately caused the grown man to fly backwards like a stuffed toy and hit the ground hard.

The pistol that Ireland was holding in his hand also flew out and fell to the ground.

It spun a few times and finally stopped.

"It seems I won this game. There are no bullets in your gun."

Nara didn't even look at Ireland who was getting up from the ground. Instead, he reached out and picked up the pistol on the ground. He pulled out the magazine, and Ireland could clearly see that there was indeed no bullet in the magazine of the pistol.

"You're even more stupid than I thought. You used the gun that fell on the ground without even checking it."

He loosened his grip, letting the empty magazine and pistol fall to the ground.

Then, step by step, we headed towards Ireland.

This sense of oppression forced Ireland, one of the organization's elites, to subconsciously retreat.

The gunshot wound in his shoulder was aching slightly, and the pain made him more conscious.

That pistol... most likely was tampered with by the man in black when he passed by him pretending to be dead.

The urban legends of Beika Town seemed to have completely ignored him, so much so that until now they had been playing with him as easily as a cat playing with a mouse.

This person... is so scary!

"I have a habit of killing anyone who shoots me, even if their gun is empty."

"Ireland, if you have any tricks, use them all. Don't let me kill you like this!"

Nara Hikaru's voice was low.

And Ireland suddenly pulled out the dagger tied to his calf.

He rushed towards the terrifying man in black with two guns, intending to fight for his life and seek a way to survive!

A strong arm grabbed the dagger and slashed it towards Nara Hikaru's throat.

The next moment, Ireland let out a scream.

Because the arm that held the dagger was instantly broken by Nara Mitsuru!

Ireland's hand holding the dagger loosened uncontrollably, but the next moment, he endured the pain of the gunshot wound on his other arm, gritted his teeth to catch the falling dagger, turned around and stabbed Nara Mitsuru's heart again.

The Black Organization's style is to use every move to kill.

But such an attack seemed to pose no threat to Nara Hikaru.

His speed was beyond Ireland's expectations.

He pinched Ireland's wrist that was holding the dagger, then swung it hard, and the dagger immediately slipped out of his hand and fell down.

Nara Mitsuru grabbed the dagger and instantly cut Ireland's tendons with one blow.

"what!"

Ireland only had time to let out a scream before his kneecaps were broken and he was forced to kneel on the ground.

The dagger was pointed at his throat.

"In this world, good people don't die, bad people don't die, only one kind of people die, that is, stupid people! And you, Ireland, you are stupid enough!"

Nara Hikaru's voice was no longer indifferent, but became increasingly emotional, even a bit angry!

"Answer me! How can someone like you change? The only way is death!"

The dagger instantly cut across Ireland's throat.

This elite member of the Black Organization's action team fell to the ground unwillingly with bright red liquid gushing out.

The heat in his body gradually disappeared as his blood was lost, and he remembered what Nara Mitsuru had said.

[In my opinion, you are not even as threatening as the bandits in the mountains.]

Perhaps this man was telling the truth.

But... which bandits can possess the same or even stronger qualities as the members of the Black Organization?

Leave Ireland's body where it is.

Nara Hikaru turned around and walked towards the stairs.

Next, it’s the main person behind this operation.

Chapter 14: Eagle Claw Hook! Pisk Dies!

Ireland is dead.

Piske was clearly aware of this through the communicator he carried with him.

When Ireland was searching for Nara Hikari's whereabouts, his communicator was not turned off, so the entire content of Ireland's conversation with Nara Hikari, including the previous battle and the killing, was recorded.

Pisk heard it all clearly.

He felt a chill in his heart.

As a veteran who had fought alongside the organization's boss for decades, what kind of vicious enemy had he not encountered? What kind of deadly trap had he not encountered?

But there are scary urban legends like [half-human, half-ghost, the best gunslinger].

He had indeed never seen it, or even heard of it!

Such a terrifying person, perhaps only someone like [Pramya] who committed dozens of serial bombings and murders in Russia can be compared to him in terms of danger!

(Pramiya, real name Christina Lisa, the final boss of the movie "Halloween Bride")

Piske has no intention of confronting Nara Hikaru head-on.

If possible, he didn't even want to see Nara Hikaru.

Even Ireland, who was in his prime and probably had the same fighting power as he did in his youth, was killed directly by the terrifying man in black with two guns. Letting him, who was old, take action was simply courting death!

Now he only regretted that the protection he had found was not enough.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be in such a dangerous situation now!

While Nara Mitsuru was dealing with Ireland and the outer members of the Black Organization, Piske ran down the stairs. This rapid movement consumed a lot of his physical strength.

But even though Piske is old, his physical strength is still far beyond that of ordinary people.

This level of intense exercise was no drain on him.

Didi————Didi————

The phone rang inside the stairwell.

Piske subconsciously wanted to hang up the phone immediately and move away, but he saw the caller information on the phone.

This is Gin's phone number.

He immediately turned his head to look at the Beika-cho streets outside the transparent glass of the stairwell.

A luxury antique car is currently speeding towards here.

"[Porsche 356A]... Gin's car!"

While Pisco was on the phone, he quickly asked Gin for help.

"Gin, I'll be on the first floor soon, please pick me up!"

"That guy... he's not even human! He's already killed all the peripheral members of the organization within the car company. Even Ireland died at his hands!"

"He should still be in a high-level position now. I must seize this opportunity to escape from here!"

At this moment, the Porsche 356A slowly stopped not far from the car company.

Gin, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, narrowed his eyes and looked at Pisker who was sitting in the stairwell.

Then, he raised his head and looked at the senior executives of the automobile company.

With the eyesight of the ace of the Black Organization's action team, he clearly saw a figure standing next to the window on the upper floor of the car company building at this moment, seemingly looking at this place.

"interesting……"

Gin sneered and hung up the phone.

He took out the box next to him, opened the hook, and the things inside were revealed.

Those are all the components of a sniper rifle.

In Gin's hands, his beloved gun was assembled at an extremely fast speed.

After simply calibrating the sniper scope, Gin placed the sniper rifle directly on the window of the back seat of the car, pointed it at the figure of the senior executive of the car company, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom!

The bullet rushed out of the gun barrel, tore through the air, and headed straight for the top executives of the automobile company.