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

"Is this the memory card the organization needs? You're truly something else, Cointreau."

Without anyone interfering, Ireland stopped pretending and bent down to pick up the small package that Mizutani Kosuke had just taken out.

After checking everything, Ireland finally found the memory card inside the amulet.

"This is the memory card that records the organization's spy list... If it were to leak out, it could cause a major earthquake."

Clutching the tiny card, no bigger than a finger, Ireland chuckled.

His gun was lying next to him, and he seemed completely unguarded against Lin Jiashu.

Lin Jiashu looked at him, her tone icy:

"The organization's mission is solved, so let's talk about our business, Ireland."

"what?"

He turned his head, looking surprised.

Lin Jiashu's dark eyes stared at his face, which was disguised by a human skin mask, and there was no life in his eyes.

Chapter 352: Lin Jiashu's Laughter in Anger

What are you talking about?

Ireland turned around, looking completely bewildered.

Lin Jiashu, however, lost his patience.

Suppressing his murderous intent, he coldly stared at Ireland. Although he was handsome, the murderous aura he exuded was terrifying.

"So, in your eyes I'm really that stupid?"

"..."

"You'd better see if you're worthy of fooling me, Ireland."

"...I really don't know what you're talking about?"

That's what he said, but a fine sweat broke out on his face beneath the Irish mask.

Cointreau's reaction was more intense than he had anticipated.

Even though there was a difference in their physical stature, and he was even holding a gun, the murderous intent in Jundu's eyes made him feel very unsafe.

Lin Jiashu was so angry that he even laughed.

He looked up at the ceiling speechlessly, sighed slightly, and then his expression calmed down.

“I have always been very protective of my identity.”

"Besides Gin, Vodka, and Tequila, the only ones who know my identity are you, who followed me in Osaka back then."

"Don't tell me that I might have accidentally revealed my identity without even realizing it. There's a limit to playing dumb. I simply can't stand being treated like an idiot by you, Mr. Ireland."

Hearing him say that, Ireland's last shred of hope vanished.

He was actually gambling when he sent that letter.

He gambled that more people knew Jundu's identity than he did.

Unfortunately, he made the wrong bet.

“I have no intention of being your enemy, Count Du.”

After a long silence, Ireland removed the human skin mask from his face, revealing his own face.

Lin Jiashu waited for his next words.

"I only want to work with you, Cointreau."

Looking at his calm expression, Ireland spread his hands, his face full of sincerity.

“I’ve done some research. You did something to Vermouth, right? You used your abilities to orchestrate an accident that landed her in the hospital.”

"Why didn't you kill Vermouth back then?"

"Hmph... That woman's position in the organization is so special because of the BOSS's favoritism towards her. Her authority has always been above all of us."

"Even if she messed up something not long ago, she would just pat her butt and pretend nothing happened, but Pisco was shot and killed by her just because he made a mistake by accident, and his body was thrown into the fire at the Beihu Hotel and burned to a crisp!"

"I intend to take revenge."

"Come on, Jundu, let's join forces and kill Vermouth—you just need to orchestrate a simple accident to lure that woman into a trap, and I'll handle the rest! Even if the organization finds out afterward, you can just pin the blame on me!"

Ireland's tone became increasingly impassioned as he spoke.

He believed that Jundu also wanted to kill that woman; otherwise, why would he have attacked her in the first place?

However, while Ireland was still speaking excitedly, Lin Jiashu's expression remained unchanged.

"So you slipped that threatening letter under my door? Betting that if I couldn't find out who sent it, you'd use it to blackmail me into harming Vermouth?"

"...I admit that."

Ireland is also known for its bachelors.

He nodded and said, "Pisco is like a father to me, and I only want to avenge him... So let's cooperate. As long as we can kill Vermouth, I will follow your lead from now on."

“Pisco was a veteran of the organization and had access to a great deal of resources and intelligence. Although he was ultimately abandoned, I, as his adopted son, still managed to acquire a considerable amount of his resources.”

"This is absolutely in your best interest."

At that moment, Ireland was speaking from the heart.

Pisco's death greatly diminished his sense of belonging to the organization. If Cointreau could really help him get revenge, then what would it matter if he only listened to Cointreau from now on?

“What I want has always been very clear, Mr. Ireland.”

"That's absolute peace of mind."

"To have everything in my hands and live the life I want as I please—that is my goal."

Do you understand what I mean?

"Social status and interpersonal relationships are things I can never give up."

"I will not allow anything that threatens me to survive."

"So many years, so many days and nights..."

"Only last night did I feel the crisis of not being able to sleep at night for the first time. The anxiety made my heart beat more than 100 times per minute since last night... This feeling made me very uncomfortable."

Lin Jiashu's calm words only made Ireland break out in a cold sweat.

He even felt a nameless fear.

Cointreau…

This man was unlike any of the other assassins in the organization.

What he sought, and his spirit, were unlike anything Ireland had ever seen.

But he was, after all, an outstanding cadre who came from the distillery.

In the original work, he had the ability to discover Shinichi Kudo's identity and the courage to try to bring Gin down, which is enough to prove that he is not a simple guy.

He forced himself to suppress his unease.

So, does that mean the negotiations are unsuccessful?

He looked at Lin Jiashu with a serious expression. "Since you're laying your cards on the table here, it means you've already arranged an accident waiting for me, right?"

"..." Lin Jiashu looked at him.

"If that's the case, I advise you not to do it."

Ireland said, “You’re an extremely dangerous guy. I’ve also considered the possibility that you’ll see through my plan, so I’ve already made arrangements… I’ve made arrangements in several places, and if the password I set isn’t manually unlocked by someone when the time comes, the email containing all your secrets will be sent out… You don’t want to see that happen.”

Ireland observed Lin Jiashu's expression.

He wasn't bluffing.

A monster capable of killing using such unbelievable methods and calculating everything with such precision—no amount of caution is too much.

"By the way, even if you want to use the organization's power to investigate and intercept the emails I set up, it will be useless, and I have prepared more than one timed email."

This is Ireland's get-out-of-jail-free card.

As long as Cointreau doesn't want to fight to the death, he absolutely cannot make a move.

However, to his dismay, Lin Jiashu remained expressionless after hearing these words.

He even pulled a notebook and a pen from his pocket.

what happened?

Shouldn't he be furious at this point?

Why was he still able to calmly write something in his notebook?

The sense of unease grew stronger, and Ireland became increasingly anxious.

Chapter 353: Goodnight, Mr. Ireland

The current time is 22:36.

On the observation deck of Tokyo Tower, the only sound was the rustling of writing.

The view of Tokyo outside the window is incredibly vibrant.

At this time, the police officers were still rushing to their destination.

Soon, Lin Jiashu put down his pen.

He calmly glanced at the time on his watch, then removed the page covered in dense writing from the notebook and burned it with a lighter.

What exactly are you doing?

Unable to comprehend his behavior, Ireland, enveloped in a sense of tension, shouted.

Lin Jiashu didn't even bother to glance at him.

He simply watched as the page was burned and gradually turned to ashes.

Ireland will not fire.

Because he dared not.

Time ticked by, and just before 22:37 PM, Lin Jiashu spoke:

"Actually, I have the ability to control when and how people die."

"Including but not limited to cardiac arrest, suicide and accidental death, even a person's behavior before death can be manipulated."

"Do you think Cointreau's identity is my biggest secret?"

"Do not……"

"Compared to my abilities, the secret of my identity is child's play."

His words astonished Ireland.

Has Cointreau gone mad?

These words were truly difficult for him to understand.

"Let me tell you about the time of Honjou and Shu's death."

“他将在22：37分10秒的时候被你一枪爆头而死，5……4……3……”

I shot you in the head?

What kind of joke is he making?

There was absolutely no need for me to kill that idiot.

"2...1..."

"Are you insane? Why would I shoot someone—"

At the very instant the countdown reached zero, as Lin Jiashu had described, Ireland, as if finding it amusing, raised his hand and touched his gun. And it just so happened that at that exact moment...

boom!

The gun muzzle flashed, and the bullets flew out and landed directly on the foreheads of Ben and Shu, who were lying on the ground.

The gun in his hand accidentally went off.