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

Chaotic streets.

As screams, horns, brakes, and crashes filled the intersection, no one in the scene knew what would happen next.

Shuichi Akai, who had been thrown into the air by the explosion, rolled on the ground in a disheveled state.

Fortunately, he sensed something was wrong a second before the explosion and rolled away. The scorching impact landed on his back, injuring him but not fatally. However,

Beep—beep—!

A heavy motorcycle, its course swerved, hurtled towards them at breakneck speed. Shuichi Akai, who had just stood up and was barely managing to get a sense of the situation, looked up and saw the rider, his body stiff and his face filled with terror, rapidly enlarging in his line of sight. He instinctively braced his aching legs and moved toward the curb, narrowly avoiding the impact.

But just as he moved, the streetlight, already teetering on the brink of collapse from the impact, began to tilt in this direction.

The shadow cast by the falling streetlight fell perfectly over Shuichi Akai, and as he stared in astonishment, the streetlight struck him unexpectedly, causing him to stumble and nearly fall to the ground.

Sizzle... sizzle sizzle...

Inside the shattered glass lampshade of the streetlamp, blue arcs of electricity flickered.

Fortunately, the electric shock did not reach Shuichi Akai.

Just as he was thinking this, he saw the gunman in the distance reloading the submachine gun with a new magazine, and he immediately tossed aside the lamppost that had hit him.

However, the flashing electric light from the fallen street lamp came into contact with gasoline that had somehow leaked onto the ground—the fuel tank had ruptured and leaked out when the motorcycle rushed over.

The flashing arc of electricity ignited the gasoline in the blink of an eye.

The rising flames spread rapidly to both sides like long lines, and the sudden burst of fire caused panicked screams from passersby.

Then came the explosion.

The flames that had spread reached the motorcycle that had been thrown into the air, instantly igniting the gasoline in its fuel tank.

boom!!!!!!

The explosion shook the road surface.

The flying motorcycle rearview mirror shards shot out like bullets. Just as Shuichi Akai noticed the gunman's submachine gun was pointed at him, and amidst the flashing light, he didn't hesitate to run to the side, attempting to take cover—

His throat was perfectly positioned to receive the flying shards of glass.

Blood gushed from the slit throat.

If played in slow motion with a high-definition lens, one could see the softness and resilience of the flesh the moment the sharp shards of glass pierced the throat... As blood gushed out, Shuichi Akai's pupils contracted, and he suddenly seemed to lose all strength, slowing his steps and about to fall, before being pierced by the incoming bullet.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen bullets struck Shuichi Akai.

His body trembled violently as if struck by a rag, and he fell to the ground with a look of astonishment on his face.

Passersby screamed in terror.

Upon seeing Shuichi Akai fall, the gunman stopped what he was doing, glanced at Ryo Hisayama and his accomplices, and waved the gun in his hand, signaling them to come and check on him.

Hisayama Ryo was unable to move due to a knife wound, so his companion had to follow orders and carefully approach the fallen Akai Shuichi.

He walked up to Shuichi Akai, checked him over, and still, as if he wasn't satisfied, plunged the knife into the other's throat.

At that moment, the gunman holding the submachine gun seemed to have heard some command, and he picked up the gun and opened fire on the vehicles on the street.

Da da da da da da!

Bullets, like raindrops, swept past several cars on the road, leaving a series of leaden bullet holes in the car bodies or simply shattering the glass, causing the drivers to step on the gas in terror and try to escape.

The streets instantly became even more chaotic.

In the ensuing chaos, one of the small trucks crashed into two cars, and in the confusion, some drivers even veered into the oncoming lane.

Hisayama Ryo's companion, Niida Yo, was still standing in front of Akai Shuichi's body when he saw a driver frantically swerve and crash into him, knocking him down before he could dodge.

Then another explosion...

The small truck carrying edible oil was suddenly detonated, and the resulting flames were incredibly dazzling.

The flames surged and boiled in the street, quickly reaching Shuichi Akai and Yo Niida.

Everything was under the watchful eye of surveillance cameras.

After receiving the order, the gunman on the motorcycle twisted the throttle and drove up to Hisayama Ryo, shooting him in the forehead.

The gunman then drove off.

The scene was left in chaos.

Multiple bodies, a horrific car accident scene, flames...

This scene will likely continue for quite some time until the police and firefighters arrive.

Meanwhile, in the monitoring room, Gin, who had been watching the entire process, waited for a long time, his whole body enveloped in a feeling of excitement and trepidation.

His dark green eyes were burning as he stared intently at the raging flames on the screen.

Even though the surveillance footage was magnified and filled with pixels, making it difficult to see Shuichi Akai's body in the burning flames, Gin still stared intently at it.

Through all the details, Gin was finally confirmed.

Shuichi Akai is dead!

His face, hidden by the brim of his hat and his long hair, wore an unprecedentedly ferocious and excited expression. The madness emanating from him made Vodka involuntarily shrink his shoulders... Having followed his older brother for many years, this seemed to be the first time he had ever seen his older brother so excited.

[Mission completed.]

Cointreau's voice came through the headset.

"Ah, I see it."

Gin gave a brief reply, and just as he was about to add "Well done," his gaze fell on the bodies of the innocent passersby and Hisayama Ryo on the surveillance footage.

Gin didn't care about those few lives that were practically worthless, but he felt that Cointreau was probably having an addiction attack and deliberately taking a few more lives. In that case, praising him for doing a good job...

He paused for a moment, but the sense of satisfaction from successfully eliminating Shuichi Akai was ultimately stronger:

"Well done."

Cointreau did not reply.

Gin looked at the screen in front of him again.

Gin didn't care at all about the deaths of his two low-level members, Ryo Hisayama and Yo Niida, since they were just tools for Gin to use... Even if the gunman hadn't shot and killed Ryo Hisayama, Gin still planned to get rid of him.

After all, the guy's face was exposed to everyone and he had suffered serious knife wounds, so keeping him alive would not only be of no use to him, but could also become a breakthrough for the police investigation.

As for Shuichi Akai's still-burning corpse, Gin had no doubts at this point.

In the repeatedly zoomed-in camera footage, the other party was clearly dead. As for his identity, he had already confirmed it from the follow-up report from Hisayama Ryo and Niida Yo more than an hour earlier.

Thought #367: You guys weren't even with Black Widow, where were you?!

The horrific scene that unfolded in downtown Mihana that afternoon quickly spread like wildfire.

The police who arrived at the scene quickly cordoned off the area.

After the fire trucks arrived and extinguished the fire, three charred bodies were left at the scene. According to police statistics, a total of four innocent bystanders were shot and killed.

In addition, a motorcyclist who crashed into a wall and was caught in the explosion was sent to the intensive care unit, while several other accidents at the intersection resulted in minor injuries to a few people who are receiving treatment.

A horrific and heinous incident.

Even though the police wanted to suppress the news, there were too many witnesses and people who had been through it, and the incident quickly spread online.

Police were forced to hold an emergency press conference to release the list of victims, but their top priority was to apprehend the gunman who drove the motorcycle.

"Well done."

When he met Yoshiki Hayashi, Gin said the same thing again.

In the past, he would always sit at the bar without saying a word and act aloof, but this time, as soon as Lin Jiashu entered the bar, he turned around and grinned coldly.

You don't need to guess how good he is.

"I thought he'd be a really tough guy." Lin Jiashu sat down at the bar.

"Hmph, how can a silver bullet be compared to a black cannon?" Gin sneered.

Black cannon...

Lin Jiashu suddenly realized that Gin really liked to use all sorts of fancy metaphors.

He would refer to undercover agents as rats, detectives as foxes, and FBI agents as flies... He not only jokingly called his car a German rain frog, but also referred to high-speed trains as speeding iron snakes.

Upon discovering this, Lin Jiashu suddenly felt that this guy was a bit amazing.

"Wow, that's amazing, Cointreau!"

Vodka chimed in excitedly, "You've gotten rid of the guy that even Big Brother has been eyeing. That gentleman will be very happy to know that."

"It's also thanks to Mr. Vodka's help in coordinating things behind the scenes."

"...Don't say that."

Vodka didn't dare to take credit at all. He quickly picked up his glass, bowed his head slightly, and said, "In short, it's all thanks to you, Jundu."

Lin Jiashu also ordered a glass of wine.

He was still coughing a bit, but Gin didn't say anything when he ordered drinks today.

“I will arrange for someone to handle the aftermath, but next time there’s no need to involve so many insignificant people.” Gin glanced at him. “Although the police are incompetent, their constant martial law patrols and inspections interfere with our operations.”

"...Because the people I need to kill are quite troublesome, I can't worry about that anymore."

Seeing his Mojito being served, Lin Jiashu's tone was tinged with pleasure.

However, Gin simply assumed that Gin had just had a good time killing people.

He killed seven or eight people in one go, although some of them were killed by stray bullets that required no skill... but for him, casualties were probably no big deal as long as they were part of the plan.

Most importantly, Gin truly witnessed Cointreau's "calculation" today—by having vodka assist in controlling the traffic light duration, he ensured that Shuichi Akai arrived at the designated location at the specified time, and even made him wait for the red light for just the right amount of time.

Unbelievable.

Unfortunately, Gin was unaware that those so-called "innocent bystanders" were actually people whose names were written in the Death Note.

It's a pity about Shuichi Akai.

Looking at the icy glass in front of him, Lin Jiashu's dark eyes were clear and bright.

What are your plans next?

"What do you mean?"

Is there anything you want to obtain?

"...No."

Actually, there is a reason: Lin Jiashu wants to obtain the real names of everyone in the organization.

Seeing his smiling face, Gin remained silent.

Like himself, Jundu was so materially satisfied that he no longer needed anything. Therefore, all he sought was spiritual fulfillment—just give him a few more missions to achieve later.

"Speaking of which, where are Chianti and the others?"

“I told her to go somewhere else.”

Chianti had been arguing since earlier about why she wasn't allowed to shoot and kill Shuichi Akai. Gin got annoyed by the arguing and told her that he would be having a meeting at another bar of the organization later.

Because Cointreau had successfully completed his mission, Chianti, who was looking forward to seeing him, went there eagerly.

Until now,

Chianti: "Gin, you and Cointreau weren't with Black Widow at all! Where did you go?!"

Gin saw the message and pressed delete.

A moment later, Lin Jiashu also received a message from Chianti.

He gave me the location of the bar directly.

He then put down his half-finished mojito, stood up, and smiled:

"Okay, I have something to do, so I'll be going now."

As he stepped out of the bar, the cool breeze made him cough a few times.

I need to take a taxi.

Although I only drank a small half glass, I still shouldn't do something like drunk driving.

Vodka and Gin, on the other hand, are often drunk drivers...