give it all to miss machima

To Conan's astonishment, two trucks crashed into 10-chome almost recklessly, stopping right in front of and behind the mansion. Then, a large group of heavily armed men jumped out of the trucks before they had even come to a complete stop, opening fire as they stormed into the mansion.

Even from a great distance, he could hear the intense gunfire and explosions.

"What's this!?"

He quickly and carefully looked around and could see that the firefight was not only taking place in that mansion, but armed personnel with weapons had appeared everywhere around, and the security forces hidden here were now engaged in combat. The once peaceful and tranquil street had instantly turned into a complete battlefield.

Conan was dumbfounded. This was... an attack on that Machima?!

But... who did it?

In broad daylight... uh... no, but even at night, such blatant behavior is far too outrageous in Japan! Is the government's violent apparatus cracking down on disorder, or...?

"—Bang bang bang—"

"!!

“!”

Intense gunfire, occasional explosions, and shouts in the distinctive Russian accent filled the air. Bullets whizzed past the two men, riddling the walls and furniture with holes.

In a state of confusion, Shiho Miyano led Machima in a desperate attempt to break through towards the basement. Along the way, they encountered security personnel who came to protect them, but under the enemy's terrifying firepower, they were soon left alone again.

Even Machima was wounded. She was hit in the back by fragments of a fragmentation grenade, and her clothes were soaked in blood. Her shoulder was also torn open by a bullet, leaving a gruesome wound that was only treated with a strip of cloth.

She ripped a bulletproof vest off a corpse and, without a word, put it on Shiho.

"In a moment, I'll rush out first to deal with the enemy's blocking fire. Don't worry about anything, just rush towards the basement. I'll catch up with you soon."

Looking at Machima, whose face was covered in dust and who had been injured more than once, Shiho Miyano was still in doubt.

"What...what exactly do you want to do now?"

But Machima just smiled wryly and reached out to pat her head:

"I'm sorry, Shiho, please consider this the last time, okay?"

After saying that, she patted her head one last time, and then, like a cheetah, she bent over and rushed out of the corner of the corridor. A hail of bullets came instantly, followed by the enemy's terrified screams.

A few seconds later, the bullets stopped briefly, but the gunfire continued.

Shiho hesitated for a moment, but still did as Machima said and rushed to the basement without thinking. Shiho had been here before. Apart from an underground wine cellar, there was only a storage room for some odds and ends.

About a minute later, Machima, who had more wounds on her body, caught up. Her face looked pale from blood loss. After pressing a hidden button on the locker, a secret door opened in front of the two of them, revealing a narrow passage that could barely allow one person to pass through at a time, and the air was stuffy and heavy.

But as the secret passage closed again, the gunshots behind them were also blocked outside the door. Machima pulled her along and went inside.

"Let's go. Ryoko has already taken your sister through another secret passage. Now, as long as we break through, we'll be safe..."

Shiho Miyano couldn't help but ask, "Was it an organization that attacked us...?"

"It seems so. I didn't expect them to hire such a group of mercenaries... It seems I underestimated their determination and madness... However, they will pay the price."

The secret passage was long, and after several twists and turns, they passed through several steel security doors. Then it seemed to lead to some underground pipe. Machima led her on, and finally they found a ladder leading to the surface.

With Machima's help, they returned to the ground. Shiho noticed that they were some distance from their home, and the gunfire from that direction had stopped.

Machima led her into a nearby alley and continued forward while contacting Tamiya Ryoko. Since the enemy seemed to still be searching for them nearby, they could only arrange a meeting point first.

Because of excessive blood loss, Machima could barely walk the last part without Shiho's support. She smiled bitterly and asked in a weak voice:

"Now, little kitten... do you still think this is just another one of my scripts?"

Shiho Miyano, struggling to support Machima, said irritably:

"I'll stop doubting you once you're dead... Now, shut up, where do you think you're going next!?"

Machima pointed ahead: "Over there... cross this street, walk a little further... check if there are any surveillance cameras, my right eye is all blood, I can't see clearly..."

Shiho Miyano cautiously peeked out and looked at the street outside.

"There shouldn't be..."

"Then let's go..."

Shiho was still supporting Machima, and the two of them walked quickly out, close to the wall.

The heavy bulletproof vest, combined with supporting Makima, made Shiho, who wasn't particularly athletic, gasp for breath. Looking at Makima, whose forehead was spurting blood that stained half her face and one eye, she couldn't help but ask:

"What's wrong with your eyes? I clearly..."

"...Phew...At this point, you...want to ask this?"

"If you don't answer, I'll leave you here."

“It’s just… a drug…” Machima said with a wry smile, “It can repair and regenerate the human body, but… the side effects are severe. It amplifies a person’s desires and has a certain impact on their mental state…”

"So... that's why your head is always full of lewd nonsense?"

"I don't know...maybe..."

"Then why me!?"

Shiho Miyano tried her best not to make her voice sound aggrieved, but rather angry.

"I don't believe you would go to such lengths for just anyone, but why did you have to do those things to me?! And! You even laid a hand on my sister! I should just leave you here now!"

"Actually... I didn't do anything to Akemi-nee... at least I didn't have time to..."

"You bastard!"

Shiho Miyano couldn't help but curse, but her mind was filled with memories of their past interactions.

"Then...what about that bombing! Was that also part of your script!?"

Machima sighed.

“Now that things have come to this, I know you won’t believe me no matter what I say, but… Shiho, if we can get back safely this time, I really… really want to say to you…”

Shiho Miyano could no longer hear what Machima wanted, because a bullet pierced Machima's body.

Under Shiho's dazed gaze, Machima's chest seemed to burst open like a blood-red flower, and warm blood splattered onto her cheeks.

Chapter 130 The Death of Machima (Part 2)

While Shiho was stunned, Machima staggered and fell to the ground from the impact of the bullet. She stared wide-eyed in horror at the unexpected scene unfolding before her eyes.

Then, instinctively, she rushed over and desperately tried to cover the bleeding wound with both hands, but the blood continued to gush out.

Machima gripped her hands tightly, looking at Shiho and gasping for breath. The sound immediately reminded Shiho of a leaky accordion bellows.

"...Shiho! Go...run!"

She tried to push Shiho away, and with her other hand picked up the pistol from the ground. Because of the slippery blood, she tried several times before she could grip it, and then aimed it at a spot behind Shiho.

But the next second, before she could fire, a bullet whizzed past her ear and pierced Machima's arm, almost leaving only a bit of skin and flesh connecting her arm, as Shiho's hair fluttered. The pistol also flew out of her hand instantly.

The next moment, Shiho felt two big men grab her hair and shoulders from behind and then pull her away without mercy. One of them pointed a pistol at Machima, while the other pressed the muzzle of a gun against the back of her head.

"The target has given up resistance, Bei..."

"Let her go!"

Before the man holding him could finish speaking, Machima let out a mournful cry, like a wild beast whose child had been taken away. She lunged forward with a reckless howl, raising her only intact hand.

Something reflective seemed to be flung out of the air and then swept past. The next second, Shiho felt the two burly men holding her from behind suddenly lose their strength, and a large amount of blood splattered out, almost soaking her entire body.

The next second, Shiho felt herself being pulled into a familiar embrace, and then she staggered and ran into the alley.

five meters...

Three meters...

one meter……

For a fleeting moment, Shiho felt that they were about to escape to safety.

But with a burst of gunfire, she felt Machima, who was holding her, tremble, and then she was violently pushed into the alley.

Shiho Miyano fell to the ground. The continuous high-intensity exercise made her almost see stars the moment she fell. She turned around and saw Machima kneeling on the ground.

She, who used to always seem to be in control and at ease no matter what the situation, now looks like a tattered rag doll. Her favorite white shirt is full of holes and covered in dust and blood. Her orange-red hair is still smooth, but it looks wet and more vivid because of the blood. Her mutilated hand looks more like a broken pendant stuck to her arm than a hand.

But she still smiled at herself.

She reached out her hand, trembling, as if gesturing for herself to hurry up, or perhaps as if indicating that she should go to her side as usual.

Her face showed guilt and regret, and even a hint of relief. She smiled and opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something to Shiho one last time.

But Shiho ultimately didn't hear it.

A bullet struck from a position she couldn't see, instantly piercing Machima's neck and exiting through her collarbone, leaving a trail of blood. Then came a second, a third...

Countless bullets pierced Machima's body almost simultaneously in a short instant, causing her to fall to her side like a rag doll, and then she never moved again.

Shiho Miyano's alarm clock went blank. She felt as if the world in front of her had turned blood red in an instant. This bloody scene was like a frozen moment in a movie, deeply imprinted in her mind.

A few seconds later, a large group of armed men rushed over, and two of them grabbed the stunned Shiho Miyano and dragged her out of the alley.

Several dozen seconds later, Vermouth appeared in front of her.

She looked at the corpse on the ground, once known as Machima, and lit a cigarette with a sense of contentment.

"It seems the opportunity you gave me won't be of any use... Machima."

A subordinate handed her a walkie-talkie. She exhaled smoke and reported, "This is Vermouth. Mission accomplished. She's dead—completely dead."

Gin's voice came from the other end of the line, and even though he was usually as cold as he was, his tone sounded much lighter at this moment:

"Very well, let's retreat. We have more to do."

Vermouth took a few more puffs, then tossed the cigarette at Machima, turned to Shiho Miyano who seemed unresponsive, and gently patted her cheek.

"You did a good job. If it weren't for you, she probably would have really gotten away this time, and we would have been in real trouble..."

"……What?"

Shiho Miyano felt her head was completely in a mess, and it even took her a few seconds to understand what Vermouth was saying.

The latter smiled and reached out, pulling a small piece of metal from behind her collar.

"The latest locator. Without you, I really wouldn't know how to use it. After all, in the whole mansion, your things are the only ones that won't be checked, right? Because you don't like that feeling of being monitored or imprisoned, and she spoils you..."

As her brain slowly processed and understood, Shiho Miyano's breathing became rapid after she had figured everything out.

She felt an unbearable heaviness in her chest, her brain felt as if it had been doused with boiling oil, and even her heart felt like it was about to explode.

Turning his head, Shiho looked at Machima's corpse, trembling all over, before finally losing consciousness and his vision went black.

The two organization members holding her looked at the suddenly limp Shiho Miyano with some curiosity. Vermouth also raised an eyebrow and stepped forward to check on her. After confirming that she was alright, she shrugged.

"Take her with you, then retrieve all the bodies and get out of here..."

Several cars arrived quickly, and just as the group of organization members began to evacuate, Vermouth's walkie-talkie crackled to life again. Rum's voice came through, extremely serious:

"Vermouth, I am Rum. Are you sure you killed Makima herself?"

"……what?"

a few minutes ago

The Slavic woman listened to the reports coming in through the walkie-talkie and glared at Rum sitting across from her.

“Your intelligence is wrong. There are secret passages in the mansion, and more than one.”

"This was our oversight, but please don't worry. The person with the target has our tracking device. My men have already taken her to intercept them. She can't escape."

"Hmph... whatever. Our contract only covers helping you break into that mansion. Anyway, you've already paid. Whatever happens after that has nothing to do with the Moscow Hotel. My men and I are leaving."

Rum nodded and extended his hand: "Of course, it's a pleasure to work with you, Ms. Harp."

The other party seemed to have no intention of shaking hands, giving him a cold look before Slav and her men left the temporary command post.

Rum and his organization remained there, listening intently to the progress reports from each team, his brow never unfurrowed.

He only smiled slightly after Vermouth reported that she had successfully killed Makima. He then went to a room alone and made a phone call.

"Yes...right...of course, as long as we successfully accept those legacies, they will certainly accept our new cooperation...okay...thank you for your praise..."

Rum respectfully hung up the phone, returned to the temporary command post, took out a cigar from his pocket, and took a satisfying puff. But a few dozen seconds later, a report made him frown slightly.

"The people from the drug lab evacuated beforehand? When did that happen? Why didn't our informants notice anything?"

That laboratory, equipped with all sorts of high-precision equipment, was one of the organization's greatest spoils of war. They originally thought it would take a lot of effort, but... why did the other side withdraw? And why wasn't it discovered?

As Rum was still pondering, news came from the various squads involved in the outer operations—the enemy, who had been desperately charging towards the mansion, suddenly retreated… as if… they had received some kind of signal.

Could it be that Tamiya Ryoko, whom Vermouth mentioned, has taken over command? Those Russians said that at least two groups of people escaped through two secret passages... and it seems that Machima's confidant was among them.