Crossover Anime: The Heroine is in Trouble? I Take Advantage of the Situation

He snorted coldly and downed the strong liquor in his glass in one gulp: "Just a brat, what's the big deal! Once we've dealt with all these small fry and gotten our share of the profits from President Okuma, I'll take you all abroad for a good time!"

"Oh, thank you so much, boss!"

"The boss is mighty!"

The office was once again filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

None of them noticed that outside the window, a few "fallen leaves" silently descended from the rooftop and stuck to the exterior wall of the dilapidated building like geckos.

Their thermal imagers clearly outlined the location of everyone inside the room.

"Alpha team is in position."

"Brav-o team, in position."

"All targets have been identified. There are a total of seventeen people inside. They have no heavy firepower, only melee weapons and a few pistols."

"Three, two, one..."

"action!"

There was no loud bang, no explosion.

Suddenly, a wisp of smoke rose from the lock of the firm's only old iron gate, as the lock cylinder silently melted under the high temperature.

The window glass was held in place by a special suction cup device and then silently cut and removed.

It took less than three seconds in total.

A dozen or so ghostly black figures burst in through the door and windows like lightning.

They wore black combat uniforms, night vision goggles that concealed their expressions, and their weapons were MP7 submachine guns equipped with top-of-the-line silencers.

"Puff puff!"

That voice, softer than a lover's whisper, was like the scythe of death in the hand of the Grim Reaper.

The underling who was bragging suddenly had a bloody hole in his forehead. Before the smile on his face could fade, his body fell straight backward.

The henchman who was pouring wine for Kuroda had blood splattering from his neck. The wine bottle slipped from his hand and shattered on the ground. This became the only clearly audible sound in the massacre.

"Enemy...enemy attack!"

Kuroda reacted the fastest; his instincts, honed from years of living on the edge, made him instantly overturn the table in front of him and draw his Colt pistol from his waist.

However, he hadn't even had time to turn on the safety lock.

A tactical gloved hand gripped his neck from behind like an iron clamp, lifting him off the ground.

The feeling of suffocation came instantly!

He struggled desperately, kicking his legs wildly in the air, but he couldn't budge the arm an inch.

Through the four green lenses of the night vision goggles, he saw a pair of cold, emotionless eyes.

In those eyes, he saw not anger, not hatred, but indifference.

It's as if crushing yourself is no different from crushing an ant.

Click!

Accompanied by a crisp cracking sound.

Kuroda's head drooped at an eerie angle, the last glimmer of light in his eyes extinguished completely.

Less than thirty seconds.

Inside the firm, there was no one left alive.

A group of Blue Wing mercenaries, like efficient cleaners, began to clean up the scene. They placed the bodies one by one into specially made body bags and used professional chemical reagents to remove all bloodstains and shell casings.

Several of the bodies with particularly "extensive" criminal records were marked separately. They would begin their journey through Tokyo Bay in iron barrels mixed with cement.

……

Meanwhile, similar operations are unfolding simultaneously in various corners of Osaka and Kyoto.

A Black Dragon Society cadre, who was enjoying the company of two women in a high-class restaurant, had his throat silently slit in the restroom by a mercenary dressed as a waiter.

A member of the Black Dragon Society who was harassing another victim's family on the street was crushed into a pancake by a dump truck that suddenly "went out of control".

……

The Black Dragon Society, a violent organization that had been entrenched in the Kansai region for decades, was completely wiped out from the world within an hour, from its chairman to its middle-level members.

……

……

The next morning.

The Line group that Kato Megumi belonged to suddenly erupted in chaos.

Where are they? The gangsters... they've vanished!

[It's the same in front of my house! Those thugs who threatened me yesterday didn't show up today! They're not answering their phones either!]

Me too! I called the police, and they said they would increase patrols, but those people seem to have vanished into thin air!

What's going on? Did they have a change of heart?

[Impossible! Something must have happened that we don't know about! God help us! It must be a divine intervention!]

The group chat was filled with unbelievable elation and confusion.

People were excitedly sharing the good news, and the atmosphere in the group chat instantly transformed from the despair and depression of the previous days into a celebration of surviving a catastrophe.

Kato Megumi looked at the scrolling messages of joy on her phone screen, but felt no relief whatsoever.

She knew better than anyone else in the group that there were no divine manifestations without a reason in this world.

The only "god" was the man who told her "the game begins" in the office yesterday afternoon.

Kato Megumi never expected that his "cleaning up flies" would be so... thorough.

How could a violent organization that had been entrenched in a region simply vanish like that?

For the first time, she had a visceral and terrifying understanding of Seiji Fujiwara's power.

At the same time, I silently complained to myself:

"You really went all out to get me to give in, Fujiwara-sensei..."

This rant is a mixture of awe, helplessness, a hint of indescribable peace of mind, and... resignation.

……

……

Kyoto Prefectural Police Headquarters, Criminal Investigation Division 1.

The atmosphere was solemn.

Throughout the night, reports of "deaths" and "disappearances" from all over Kansai came in like snowflakes.

Without exception, all of the missing were registered members of the Black Dragon Society.

"Kengo Takayama, the leader of the Black Dragon Society, has gone missing. His mistress reported him missing, saying he went out last night and never came back."

"The head of the gang, Kuroda Ryuji, and his six core subordinates have disappeared. Their stronghold is deserted, but neighbors have smelled a strong odor of disinfectant."

"According to incomplete statistics, all thirty-seven members of the Black Dragon Society vanished overnight!"

A young police officer reported the situation, his voice trembling.

The head of the First Investigation Division, a seasoned veteran detective, took a deep drag on his cigarette, his face extremely grave.

“This wasn’t just an ordinary shootout,” he said slowly. “To uproot such a deeply entrenched violent organization in such a short time, leaving no survivors…only a well-trained, regular armed force could do that.”

"Block all information!" the veteran detective ordered decisively. "This matter ends here! If we investigate any further, we might all 'disappear' too!"

"Yes, sir!" the officers replied, their faces showing signs of fear.

The veteran detective looked out the window, his heart filled with coldness.

This is a battle of gods, and mortals suffer. No, mortals don't even have the right to suffer; they can only kneel on the ground and pray that they won't be caught in the aftermath of the gods' attack.

……

……

President's Office, Tatung Life Insurance Company.

Ōkuma Shigenobu's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

"What did you say? The Black Dragon Society... is gone?" His voice became sharp with extreme anger.

"Yes... President. From middle management to senior management, not a single one has been found alive. It's like they've vanished into thin air," the subordinate who came to report answered tremblingly.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" Ōkuma Shigenobu slammed the antique teacup in his hand to the ground. "After raising them for so many years, they can't even withstand the slightest storm!"

He paced restlessly in his office.

Although there was no evidence, his intuition told him that this matter was definitely related to the girl named Kato Megumi!

It's also inextricably linked to the young man named Seiji Fujiwara who was standing behind the girl!

"Fine! Well done, Fujiwara Seiji! Does he really think that just because he's written two books and directed two TV dramas, he can disregard the rules?!"

A fierce glint flashed in Ōkuma Shigenobu's eyes.

The destruction of the Black Dragon Society filled him with anger, but even more so with a sense of being provoked and humiliated.

They share the same life, but they are the dogs kept by the Toyokawa family!

If a dog is hit, its owner will be angry!

But if a dog doesn't even dare to bark, then the owner should probably consider getting a fiercer, more aggressive dog!

Therefore, he cannot back down.

He not only cannot back down, but must also show a tougher and more ruthless attitude than before!

He wanted to make his master, the Toyokawa family, see his worth!

"Go, prepare the car for me!" he coldly ordered his subordinate. "I need to go to Genesis Company."

He decided to personally meet that arrogant young man.

He wanted to tell him face to face that on this land of Japan, some dragons who cross the river will drown in the gutter!

……

……

The next morning, Genesis Company.

Seiji Fujiwara was in his office, reviewing the filming plans for the second season of Legal High submitted by his subordinates.

He had long since forgotten about the Black Dragon Society, just as one wouldn't deliberately remember stepping on an ant yesterday.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door, and the secretary walked in.

"President, Mr. Suzuki, the head of the sales department at Daido Life Insurance Company, says he has an urgent matter to discuss with you."

"Universal life?"

Seiji Fujiwara raised his eyebrows slightly.

He hadn't even gone to them yet, and they actually came to him on their own?

interesting.

"Let him in," he said calmly.

Soon, a man who looked to be around fifty years old, dressed in an expensive suit, with his hair neatly combed and who appeared shrewd and capable, entered the office, led by his secretary.

He is Shigeru Suzuki, the head of the sales department at Taito Life Insurance.

Upon entering, Shigeru Suzuki's gaze quickly swept around the office. When he saw Seiji Fujiwara, who was excessively young, sitting behind the enormous desk, a fleeting hint of surprise and disdain flashed in his eyes.

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Is this the world-renowned genius writer?

He looks like just a young boy who hasn't quite shed his student-like demeanor.

The last vestige of admiration he felt for Seiji Fujiwara's past achievements was completely dispelled by the judgment that "youth" meant "insufficient foundation."