Isn't it very scientific to use the Death Note to kill people?

It was indeed too rushed.

From the time he obtained a lot of information about the zoo and the numerous assassins until now, Lin Jiashu only has about a day to make arrangements. The zoo's influence in Tokyo has indeed been largely wiped out, and it is unrealistic to arrange for too many people and assassins to come and fight against Gin and his group in just one day.

However, if Yoshiki Hayashi wanted to, he would have countless opportunities to physically kill Gin today.

Just like now, if a bomb were planted beforehand—

Looking at the image of Vodka walking alongside Gin on the computer screen, Yoshiki Hayashi thought about how Vodka had detonated a bomb, putting him and Ran's lives in grave danger...

"This is the last chance, Noah's Ark."

Lin Jiashu typed this line on the computer.

Almost at the same time that line of text was typed, a line of text appeared on the laptop in front of Lin Jiashu.

Don't even think about using Hiroki and me.

There has been a response.

Lin Jiashu raised his eyebrows.

At that moment, Gin and Vodka stepped through the last door of the factory.

That was the heart of the factory—a place that resembled a research lab.

"They're actually here?"

Vodka was somewhat taken aback when he saw Hiroki Sawamura through the glass wall.

Gin's attention, however, was focused on the short, stout middle-aged man outside the glass wall, and he immediately pointed his gun at him.

"Humph."

Upon seeing this, the short, stout middle-aged man revealed a mocking expression.

"This guy, he's about to die and he's still so arrogant?" Vodka was immediately annoyed.

"I'm not the only one facing imminent death."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man sneered, "The bomb started its countdown the moment you stepped into this room. In three minutes, everyone here will be dead."

Gin's pupils contracted slightly.

Judging from the other person's expression that he was not lying, he instantly pulled the trigger.

The bullet immediately pierced the short, stout man's head, drawing a spray of blood.

Upon hearing this news, Vodka's expression completely changed: "What do we do, brother!?"

boom!!!!!

The explosion in the distance shook the ground.

But before Gin and Vodka could react to the situation, there was another huge explosion, and the entire room shook violently, with dust falling from the ceiling.

Hiroki Sawada stood behind the glass wall, staring blankly at the corpse on the ground.

He didn't understand what was going on.

Ever since those two men in black took me out, I've felt like I've been watching people die all along.

I... I really shouldn't have created Noah's Ark.

Gin had a taut face at this moment. Even he couldn't help but be annoyed that these people were fucking lunatics!

Just because none of the assassins they sent could take him down, they're ignoring Hiroki Sawamura and Noah's Ark, going through all that trouble just to end up with this bomb to kill him?!

They lost the big picture for a small gain; no wonder this organization is so useless, utterly hopeless!

Gin raised his gun to smash the glass in front of him, but before he could, he saw Hiroki Sawamura holding a familiar red and white capsule and swallowing it without hesitation.

APTX4869! ?

boom!

Gin shattered the glass with a shot and rushed in to check on Hiroki Sawamura, who had swallowed the pill. He found that the other man had indeed swallowed the pill.

“That person said it was a poison that could end a person’s life without pain. If I die, Noah’s Ark will no longer exist in the world for people like you to use.”

APTX4869 takes effect very quickly.

After Hiroki Sawamura finished speaking, his eyes became somewhat unfocused.

Immediately afterwards, an intense burning sensation surged through his limbs and bones, and as he began to struggle in pain, Gin simply threw him aside.

Swallowing this medicine means there's no hope left.

"Big brother, what do we do?!" Vodka rushed over.

"With less than three minutes left, there's no way we can escape."

Looking at the cold, impersonal research institute, Gin's expression turned grim.

As he was speaking, another explosion occurred inside the factory.

For a moment, it seemed as if the entire building was about to collapse.

Before stepping into this place, Gin had guessed it might be an enemy trap, but he never expected the people in this organization to be so straightforward... He felt a sense of frustration, like he had been caught off guard and his ship had capsized in the gutter, which made him feel humiliated.

At that moment, Gin heard Cointreau's voice through his headset:

"If you're really going to die soon, how about you recommend me to take your place in your final moments, Gin?"

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Chapter 285: Gin's Thoughts

Since you're about to die anyway, why don't you recommend me to take your place?

Vodka, who was caught off guard by these words, was utterly dumbfounded.

No!

What does Coindu mean by saying that?

Is he really that eager to kick someone when they're down?

Vodka's mouth was open.

Gin fell silent after hearing the voice in his earpiece.

After a long pause, he gave a cold smile: "You're interested in my position?"

"That's true to some extent."

Cointreau's response was swift and decisive.

He showed no distress whatsoever at the fact that his superior was about to die; even with his voice altered by a voice changer, his tone was chillingly indifferent.

Surprisingly, Gin didn't seem annoyed at all; instead, he grinned.

—As an assassin who was frequently active on the front lines of the organization, Gin had long anticipated that he would die.

He had considered the possibility that he might die in a trap or assassination attempt by those annoying FBI or CIA guys, and he had also considered the possibility that he might die from illness or an accident someday... Although he certainly did not expect the moment of his death to come to be so sudden, Gin did not care at all.

Every day he lives is a bonus!

Cigarettes, alcohol, cars, women...

Having reached his position, he has already enjoyed everything that is due.

Even for Gin, these things no longer affect him. He only feels a sense of exhilaration when he kills those spies who have infiltrated the organization with ulterior motives or traitors who betray the organization's interests!

It's no exaggeration to say that the organization is the very reason Gin exists.

However, he is now truly destined to die here.

In less than three minutes, the bombs that were detonated one after another would destroy the entire factory, leaving them with nowhere to escape.

Gin holds a high position within the organization, and he is indeed qualified to consider the matter of his "successor".

Cointreau seems like a good candidate as well.

Although Gin is different from Rum, who inherited his father's business, and himself, who was raised by the organization from childhood and is a purebred black, he has never doubted Cointreau in the "black" aspect.

However, one drawback is that he is still too "inexperienced" and doesn't understand the organization well enough. Also, he seems to have an addiction when it comes to killing...

On the other hand, he is indeed exceptionally capable, not only intelligent but also reliable in many ways.

At this moment, Gin was thinking about many things.

But the main reason he was tempted was Rum's side – that guy had been planning to extend his reach to the operations team for a long time, with Binga being the best example.

Once he dies, Rum will undoubtedly be eager to put his man in power.

However, if it is someone I personally recruited who takes my place, then in a way, this can be considered as me continuing to contribute to the organization even after my death.

Yan said, "I can let that gentleman consider it."

In the end, Gin did not make his statement completely.

Ultimately, how to use people depends on the boss's decision.

"Big brother!?"

Vodka stared at him in shock.

At that moment, Gin suddenly looked at the computer next to him.

Like a breathing light component, all the indicator lights on the unit next to the computer suddenly lit up.

My name is "Noah's Ark".

A monotonous electronic sound began.

"The dark side of human society is truly incomprehensible."

"That artificial intelligence!?" Vodka looked over in surprise.

Gin scoffed coldly.

He had absolutely no desire to communicate with a tool.

In his final moments, he was editing a text message to send to BOSS Karasuma Renya.

"You are the ones who killed Hiroki."

He believes that as long as ambitious people like you exist in the world, artificial intelligence like mine is far from being able to be produced.

"I will end my life together with Hiroki."

"In the end, you will gain nothing."

"However, there is one last thing to accomplish before I disappear."

"Hiroki never wants to see more people lose their lives because of him, so the countdown for the bomb at this factory will be adjusted to detonate in 20 minutes."

"Run away if you don't want to die."

After the monotonous electronic voice finished speaking, a twenty-minute countdown appeared on the screen.

Vodka was overjoyed, but before he could speak, he saw Gin stride quickly toward Hiroki Sawada, who was lying there.

He couldn't be bothered to mock the child's naiveté about the world, but he had a vague feeling that something was amiss.

"Big brother?"

"...Hmph, it seems that what I swallowed was indeed APTX4869."

Gin carefully examined Hiroki Sawada's condition. His body was now feverish to an extremely abnormal degree, which was exactly the same as the condition of the APTX4869 subjects that Gin had seen before.

It's beyond saving.

But the fact that those guys in that organization used the APTX4869 they had worked so hard to steal in this way, is it an attempt to further provoke or demonstrate?

Gin glanced one last time at Hiroki Sawada, who could die at any moment, and said, "I'm leaving, Vodka."

"it is good!"

Unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better, and Vodka quickly caught up with his older brother.

The two quickly left the factory.

Tequila and Bourbon also withdrew – those of them who were active on the periphery acted much faster than Gin, retreating almost immediately as the bombs on the periphery began to explode.

"So the mission failed?"

Bourbon, who was leaning against the car with his arms crossed, asked.