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

Shuichi Akai had already guessed that the woman was going to do something foolish, but he did nothing and did not respond.

When he heard news of Akemi Miyano again, it was news of her death.

Shuichi Akai stared at the text message in silence for a long time before another message came in.

Akemi Miyano: [Please believe me, Your Excellency.]

How can we believe it?

Shuichi Akai stared at the text message but made no move.

He was a rational man, almost cold-blooded. Now that he had learned that Miyano Akemi was already dead, he was more inclined to believe that someone from that organization had taken Miyano Akemi's phone to set a trap for him.

Furthermore, if it were someone from that organization, it's hard to imagine they would send someone of this caliber to follow them.

But Miyano Akemi's words quickly put him on edge again.

Akemi Miyano: [They orchestrated an accident, intending to kill you through unforeseen means. Please believe me, Your Excellency...]

The text message contained details of past events that occurred when Akemi Miyano mentioned Shuichi Akai during their first date.

With these pieces of evidence, Shuichi Akai's heart began to waver somewhat... If it really was Akemi, then that woman's words were highly likely to be credible to him.

However, he still did not reply.

He just kept watching the various messages that Miyano Akemi kept sending.

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"Akai Shuichi!"

Chianti's voice came through the headset, his tone filled with excited restlessness.

Like a wolfhound that has been locked up for many days and is eager to be let out of its cage for a walk.

Chianti watched with intense longing as the black-haired man, Shuichi Akai, walked across the street with his hands in his pockets. He was quite handsome, but what she coveted was the achievement and benefits of blowing his head off.

If I could snipe him and blow his head off, Gin would probably come over and offer me a couple of drinks, and Cointreau would probably strip down and show off his abs to entertain me with his drinks!

Just imagining that scene made Chianti almost snot bubbles of joy.

However, the cold reality is that, let alone whether she can do such a thing, she doesn't even have a gun right now!

(Damn it, Gin actually made me stand guard and report on Shuichi Akai's movements!)

She couldn't help but click her tongue, the sound reaching Gin's ears directly.

Meanwhile, Gin, who was in a room, completely ignored her.

His eyes were fixed on the monitoring platform consisting of multiple screens in front of him, while Vodka, sitting in front of the computer, was operating multiple lines of control. He successfully hacked into each of the surveillance cameras and retrieved the live footage.

Shuichi Akai has not yet reached his burial place.

However, thanks to the "spies" that Gin had planted at various intersections in advance, the opponent's movements were already very clear.

Cointreau is absolutely right.

Instead of guessing whether the other party has discovered that they are being followed, it is better to simply lay out the fact that they are being followed and set a trap based on what actions they would take if they knew they were being followed.

I saw him here too.

Cohen's voice came in from another channel.

Gin remained silent, but Yoshiki Hayashi's voice came through the earpiece: "Ready, vodka?"

"No problem, Cointreau."

[At the traffic light at the Mihana Post Office intersection, once the red light reaches zero, the green light duration is altered to 47 seconds.]

"it is good."

[Next is the third intersection on Meihua Street; the green light duration has been changed to 68 seconds.]

"no problem."

【besides……】

"it is good!"

Vodka listened intently to the instructions.

Since it concerned Jundu's grand plan to kill, he dared not be careless.

Gin stood with his arms crossed, silently watching the monitor—this was the first time he had witnessed Jundo orchestrating and adjusting his murder plot.

Do we use traffic lights to adjust the target's entry speed and the positioning of various props?

It is indeed a clear problem.

However, Jundo's ability to do such a thing is indeed terrifyingly inhuman.

Gin remained silent, waiting to see how things would unfold.

After instructing Vodka to make all the necessary adjustments, Lin Jiashu's voice came through the earpiece again:

[If nothing unexpected happens, Shuichi Akai should arrive at the traffic light intersection between 14:30 and 37:35 PM.]

"Perform your performance to the fullest, Cointreau."

Upon hearing this, Gin grinned and said, "I'll be watching."

Chapter 345: Idiot, have you forgotten about the camera's latency?

The room was dimly lit, with only the cold light emanating from numerous surveillance monitors.

Gin and vodka waited silently.

It will be 14:37 in one minute.

Gin intently watched the time tick by, his dark green eyes fixed on the screen in the center.

That was the crossroads that would soon claim Shuichi Akai's life.

Soon, it was 14:37 PM.

The streets on the screen were calm, filled with pedestrians and vehicles, nothing surprising or ordinary—and the terrifying thing about the concept of “accident” is that it is always hidden in the sparse and mundane ordinary.

Gin kept track of the time.

25...26...27...28...

As the time approached thirty seconds, Gin's dark green eyes were fixed on the screen.

Vodka also held his breath and immediately zoomed in on the screen.

14:37:30——

If people stare at the clock and count the seconds one by one, they will always find that time passes more slowly than usual.

31……32……33……34……35——

Shuichi Akai did not appear on the screen.

The thought had barely crossed my mind when, at 37 seconds, Shuichi Akai's image finally appeared on the screen.

He was completely unaware of everything under the surveillance cameras, walking to the traffic light intersection like an ordinary passerby.

At that moment, the traffic light had just switched to red for a few seconds—a red light that lasted a full minute and a half.

"...Jundu, it seems like it's two or three seconds later than calculated?"

Seeing Shuichi Akai waiting at the red light, Vodka couldn't help but cautiously remind him.

This wasn't him picking on Cointreau.

Rather, it was because Cointreau's designs required meticulous calculations, and even the slightest error could lead to a major deviation... so he still gritted his teeth and reminded him of this point.

Surely Jundu wouldn't be so easily angered?

"idiot."

Gin didn't even look at him. "Have you forgotten about the delay in the surveillance cameras?"

"Ah, oh oh..."

Vodka immediately understood.

Gin patiently awaited the next big show—it was precisely because watching from this location would cause a delay that Cointreau hadn't appeared here.

That guy is probably watching from some corner of the scene right now.

At a busy street intersection, Shuichi Akai had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and his hands in his pockets.

The hidden trackers received their orders. One of them looked at the man he had been following for two or three days without noticing anything. He suppressed his nervousness and excitement, lowered his head, and walked towards the intersection like an ordinary passerby.

We need to act before the red light changes...

With his eyes fixed on the back of the smoking man, Hisayama Ryo secretly slipped his hand into his coat as he approached.

—If I can kill this man by stabbing him in the back of the heart, I can get an introduction and successfully obtain a code name in the organization.

Hisayama Ryo grew increasingly excited. When the distance between him and Akai Shuichi was less than three meters, he impatiently quickened his pace, drew his gleaming sword, and thrust it forward—

The next moment, his hand was grabbed.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Shuichi Akai turned to the side and swiftly grabbed Ryo Hisayama's wrist before the knife could pierce him.

Looking into those dark green eyes, Hisayama Ryo felt a sudden, inexplicable jolt.

The commotion drew the attention of passersby, who gasped in shock when they discovered that someone had actually committed an assassination. They instinctively took a few steps back but remained around to watch the spectacle. Among the crowd, an unremarkable-looking man drew a knife from his waist and charged at Shuichi Akai, whose attention seemed to be elsewhere.

However, Shuichi Akai just scoffed.

He easily lured Hisayama Ryo off his feet, causing him to stumble, and before the latter could resist, he flung him toward the oncoming blade—

puff

A cry of pain rang out, accompanied by the sound of a blade piercing flesh.

"It seems no one has ever said your tracking skills are bad. Tell me, who sent you, and what is your purpose?"

Seeing the two people who had collided and fallen, Shuichi Akai walked over and calmly observed them.

His voice also reached Gin's ears through the listening device in Hisayama Ryo's pocket.

Looking at the scene on the screen, Gin revealed a cold smile.

As proud as ever, Shuichi Akai...

You'll soon see how you die.

As Shuichi Akai was using the map to gather information, the sound of a motorcycle engine came from the other side of the street.

A man on a motorcycle roared toward the intersection. When Akai Hide glanced at the man out of the corner of his eye and saw that the man's gaze was fixed on him, a sense of crisis made him crouch down in a flash. At the same moment, the man pulled out a submachine gun from his pocket and pulled the trigger.

Da da da da da!

The bursts of bullets caused passersby to scream and scatter in all directions. A few unlucky passersby were hit by bullets and their chests were stained red.

Shuichi Akai, who ducked in advance, escaped unharmed.

He swiftly dodged behind a car that happened to be stopped at the intersection, while the gun barrel quickly followed his figure, striking the back of an innocent passerby along the way and leaving leaden bullet holes on the surface of the car.

Vodka, who was in the monitoring room, immediately activated the surrounding cameras and zoomed in on Shuichi Akai.

On the screen, the latter, with a gloomy expression, pulled a gun from his pocket.

But before he could catch the gunman emptying the magazine and stop firing, a "beep" suddenly came from inside the white sedan where he was hiding, followed by a huge roar.

A blazing fire shot into the sky.

"!!"

Even though Shuichi Akai realized something was wrong and rolled away, he was still thrown away by the impact of the explosion.

Amidst countless screams echoing through the streets, vehicles that had been maintaining a green light on both sides suddenly descended into chaos. Many drivers instinctively swerved, disrupting traffic. In one instance, a car abruptly changed lanes, knocking a motorcyclist who was trying to overtake in a moment of panic off the road.

At the same time, two cars that were accelerating hard to leave the dangerous scene accidentally collided. One of the cars happened to have its left front tire punctured at that moment. As the tire went flat, the car was also knocked askew and crashed into a street lamp.

Sizzle... sizzle sizzle—

The streetlights, crackling with electric arcs, began to sway precariously.

Watching all this through the magnified surveillance lens, Gin's usually calm heart skipped a beat.

His eyes were glued to every corner of the screen, as if he had forgotten to breathe.

Chapter 346: Well Done