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

For a moment, Ireland's mind went blank.

What the hell?

what happened?

Why does a gun sometimes discharge accidentally?

Ireland felt a chill run down his spine as he stared in fear at the calm-faced young man before him.

Those dark eyes, that handsome and exquisite face that seemed inhuman...

He was like a devil.

Only the devil could do such a thing!

The devil spoke again.

Standing in the shadows, his bright red lips uttered a maddening voice:

"Do you understand?"

"Next, let me tell you about the extent to which I can manipulate a person's behavior before they die."

"At 22:37:20, you will reveal all the means by which you exposed my secrets and the methods you used to stop me."

"Of course, you will keep firing your gun while I'm talking because of incomprehension and fear, but naturally, your bullets won't hit me."

Bang bang bang bang bang! ! !

Ireland frantically pulled the trigger.

But just as Lin Jiashu said, his marksmanship, which could accurately hit the palm of Honjo Kazuki's hand wielding the knife from dozens of meters away just a few minutes ago, has become pitifully inaccurate.

When the bullets came flying, Lin Jiashu didn't even bother to blink.

"By the way, while it is true that Vermouth was the one who killed Mr. Pisco, it was a death I had arranged for him long ago."

"He will confess all the secrets he knows to me before he dies, just like you will be next..."

“Mr. Pisco helped me a lot.”

"In particular, he told me the real name of his adopted son, Mr. Ireland."

Lin Jiashu's indifferent voice nearly drove Ireland mad.

He yelled at him to shut up, but when he pulled the trigger, he found that the gun was empty, and his face contorted in pain.

“5……4……3……2……1……0——”

Ireland, clutching his knife and trying to rush forward, heard the countdown reach zero and stopped just before the knife was about to pierce Lin Jiashu's throat.

The tip of the knife touched the skin at the throat of the demon before him, causing a tiny, bright red bead of blood to appear.

Ireland's eyes immediately darkened.

After he stopped, he began to lay out all the arrangements he had made, like a puppet.

He did indeed make a lot of preparations.

He prepared five copies of the emails that would expose Lin Jiashu's secrets, each with a different password and email address.

Two physical emails were even prepared, so that if the emails were not retrieved from that absolutely secure mailbox by the deadline, they would be sent out.

Lin Jiashu wrote everything down.

He made a phone call.

"Mr. Lin!"

"Yes, it's me." Lin Jiashu's voice was gentle. "Lizi, there's something I need to ask you to do for me."

"Okay, what is it?"

"I need you to go to two places for me to clear the emails in those mailboxes, and also clear the contents of several password-protected email accounts."

"Now?"

"Yes, it's a bit late, but this is really important to me... I can only trouble you with this, okay, Reiko?"

"Hmm~ Since it was something Mr. Lin entrusted to me~"

Her tone was sweet and intoxicated, as if she were speaking in a gentle, coquettish voice.

Lin Jiashu stared at the dazed Ireland with eyes as calm as if she were looking at a dead person, but her voice was incredibly gentle: "Thank you, Lizi. I really don't know what I would have done without you."

"Please don't say that, I'm about to leave."

"Okay, I'll love you properly after everything is resolved."

Shimizu Reiko on the other end of the phone instantly became incredibly happy.

Seeing her reluctant reaction, Lin Jiashu hung up the phone and then called Pu Siqinglan again.

He instructed Pu Siqinglan to act in four hours to check the physical and electronic mailboxes that had been handed over to Shimizu Reiko for any errors or omissions.

"Before that, I need you to go to this address in Hachioji City, find that laptop, and copy its contents."

"Okay, Mr. Lin."

"Thank you for your hard work. Please be careful. After all, I can't wait to hold you, Miss Qinglan."

Lin Jiashu provided the addresses of Ben Shang and Shu.

He had already used the Death Note to control the book and the tree, making him take out the memory card from the charm, copy the spy list and store it on the computer, and then put the memory card back into the charm. Gin and the others would not know that the secret had been leaked.

After resolving all of this, Lin Jiashu looked at Ireland again, took out another phone, and sent a text message to Gin.

"Okay, now I can finally get a good night's sleep."

"at last,"

Good night, Mr. Ireland.

Chapter 354: Since Cointreau said there's no problem, then there's no problem.

22:43 minutes

Several police cars rushed to the vicinity of Shiba Park, just two traffic lights away from Tokyo Tower.

A light drizzle suddenly began to fall from the starless night sky.

As the preset time drew closer, Lin Jiashu could already hear the deafening roar of the armed helicopter.

All the lights on Tokyo Tower suddenly went out.

In the pitch black, Lin Jiashu reached up and brushed her bangs back, deleted all the call records, turned off her other phone, and then took out a tranquilizer dart and injected it into her arm.

Next second,

He collapsed to the ground.

Ireland walked through the maintenance passage to the outside of Tokyo Tower. As he climbed the red-painted steel steps to a higher platform, he saw a black helicopter rapidly approaching through the rain.

The blinding searchlight fell on him.

Beep beep!

The moment the phone rang, Ireland immediately pressed the answer button.

"Hey?"

"It's me. So, did you get the memory card?"

Gin's tone was icy as he looked at Ireland, who stood there under the spotlight like a human target in a circus about to be thrown into acrobatic performances.

"Got it."

This shows Ireland replying while simultaneously pulling a memory card from his pocket.

Gin immediately adjusted the camera in the helicopter to zoom in on the image. After carefully observing and confirming that there was nothing wrong with the memory card, he said, "I can't see it very clearly. Move it a little further forward... Yes, that's it, a little further forward."

Ireland was getting impatient, but knowing that Gin was just paranoid, he reached out a little further.

Meanwhile, in the back seat of the armed helicopter, Chianti and Cohen had already poked their sniper rifles out of the window—under the cover of darkness and the interference of the searchlights, Ireland had no way of noticing them.

"It's a shame... I don't dislike you, Ireland."

The usually taciturn Cohen would occasionally become more talkative while working. His eyes behind the scope were fixed mercilessly on Ireland's legs as he muttered, "But who told you to do something stupid?"

"Let's do it."

Gin blocked the phone's microphone while giving the order.

In an instant, Chianti pulled the trigger.

The bullet shattered the memory card Ireland was holding, and the next instant, another bullet pierced Ireland's knee.

"Uh!?"

The Irishman, shot, fell to the ground with an incredulous expression, his phone rolling away with him.

The next second, two more bullets shattered his other leg and an arm, respectively.

Gin watched this scene with cruelty in his dark green eyes.

That Irish fool, it's one thing for him to hold a grudge against Vermouth, but he actually tried to threaten Cointreau into helping him achieve his goals...

That old idiot Pisco is worthless; the guys he brought out are just as incompetent.

Looking at Ireland lying on the ground with broken limbs, trembling and writhing like a rag doll from the impact of the bullets, Gin raised the corner of his mouth: "Kill him."

boom!

boom!

Two bullets flew out almost simultaneously.

At an altitude of hundreds of meters, with the roar of engines and propellers masking the noise, there is no need for any silencer.

Two bullets pierced Ireland's skull.

After confirming that he was definitely dead, Vodka noticed a large number of police cars on the ground: "Brother, the police are here."

"Leave here."

Vodka immediately lifted the control stick, maneuvering the helicopter in a wide turn to the other side of Tokyo Tower, and headed towards the distant night sky.

Chianti, who had finally managed to get a chance to work, exclaimed excitedly, "See?! I took him down!"

“No, I killed him,” Cohen retorted.

"Stop talking nonsense! How could you possibly be faster than me, with your slow pace?!" Chianti scoffed. "I'm going to tell Coindu that I helped him kill Ireland."

Cohen wanted to argue, but his slow, deliberate speech was not as fast as Chianti's.

Never mind, I'll tell Jundu later. Jundu will definitely make his own judgment.

"But is everything alright with Cointreau? Since Ireland dared to threaten Cointreau, he must have a backup plan, right, brother?"

Vodka suddenly asked.

Gin, somewhat surprised that Vodka had shown such a rare moment of wit, snorted and said, "Since Cointreau said it's fine, then it's fine."

Before taking action, Gin received a text message from Yoshiki Hayashi, which simply said, "You can take action now." Since the latter thought it was okay to take action, Gin naturally didn't consider things too much for him.

If his identity is really exposed, he can simply take Jundu and hide behind the scenes... that way, he might be even more efficient in the future.

As for the detective identity that the organization initially valued, that was just an added bonus.

At the same time, inside Tokyo Tower

When Inspector Megure and other officers from the same precinct rushed to the observation deck, the first thing they saw was Kazuki Honjo, who had been shot in the forehead and was now fast asleep. When they saw Yoshiki Hayashi lying nearby, their expressions changed instantly.

"Brother Lin!?"

"Mr. Lin!?"

He pulled down his hat and hurriedly ran forward with Sato Miwako and the others.

He breathed a huge sigh of relief when he confirmed with the other officers that he was just unconscious.

"Inspector Megure, Mr. Lin seems to have a small wound and bleeding point on his throat."

"what?"

Inspector Megure took a closer look and found that it was indeed the case.

However, after examining the scene, they found that Mizutani Kosuke was also unconscious, Matsumoto Kiyonaga's human skin mask had fallen to the ground, and there were bullet holes all around... This situation was like a mystery to them.