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

If they have that purpose, wouldn't doing it so clumsily only make them more suspicious?

Judy frowned.

As if trying to convince herself, she kept trying to salvage the current situation, just wanting to ensure that her expectations wouldn't be disappointed.

Then, she finally saw Shuichi Akai—

A stern-looking man dressed in all black walked with his hands in his pockets, his face, marked by burn scars under his baseball cap, coming face to face with Judy's.

However, the other person's gaze remained unchanged, as if they were just looking at a passerby, and they naturally walked away from Judy.

The latter's feet remained stationary.

what happened?

Her gaze involuntarily followed his retreating figure.

Is this a show, or a trap set by that organization?

"How much longer until James and the others arrive?"

Lin Jiashu's voice reached her ears.

"...I don't know. During the call just now, all I knew was that he was gathering people and rushing over."

"Where is Mr. Carmel?"

He's nearby.

"Let him prepare the vehicle."

What are your thoughts?

"Regardless of whether that Mr. Akai is real or not, Gin and his group came prepared. A direct confrontation would be too dangerous and too conspicuous."

Lin Jiashu paused for a moment, then continued, "The sniper is aiming at the department store's exit. As long as we find an opportunity to distract them and prevent them from launching a successful sniping attack... then we can create chaos and take Mr. Akai away. That's my idea."

"I understand, but how do I disrupt their sniping?"

"I've already called the police."

"..."

"If you report to the police that someone is aiming a sniper rifle at the hotel across from the department store, how could they possibly sit idly by?"

"But that's not enough."

"Besides the snipers, there's Gin and his group on the scene, so we need to create chaos."

"But let me make this clear first."

"This is a trick that can only be played on the premise that Mr. Akai is indeed one of your comrades. If his true identity is a trap, a wolf, then everything we do will be exactly what they want."

"So I suggest that after muddying the waters, you should just part ways with the other party."

Lin Jiashu's words clearly reached Judy's ears.

As the woman watched Shuichi Akai walk away, she realized they had no other choice.

Because they couldn't confirm he was a fake, she and the FBI couldn't bear to let him face the gun.

Upon hearing the order, Carmel immediately ran out solemnly to prepare the vehicle.

Judy followed behind Shuichi Akai, watching him wander around expressionlessly as he approached the exit.

the other side,

Gin, sitting in the car, kept track of the time.

Suddenly, he looked up and noticed several cars rushing past him. After screeching to a halt at the hotel entrance, several men got out of the cars and rushed into the hotel looking anxious.

Those are police officers...

Gin could immediately identify the people's identities, so he immediately alerted Chianti.

"Get out of that room quickly, the police are coming up."

"what?"

Chianti, who was looking at the heads through the scope, was stunned. Then, before she could react to Gin's words, a figure walking out of the department store entrance surprised her even more.

"What do you mean the police are here? No, Shuichi Akai! There's a guy who looks exactly like Shuichi Akai! Kill him!? Is that guy my mission target!?"

Upon seeing the target, Chianti became instantly excited, ignoring even the news that the police were approaching.

Because aiming and pulling the trigger takes less than two seconds.

Besides, that's Shuichi Akai!

But wait... Didn't Shuichi Akai already die in an accident caused by Cointreau?

A mix of confusion, bewilderment, excitement, and tension overwhelmed Chianti, who awaited Gin's next words.

At this distance, just one bullet is all it takes...

At that moment, Judy, who witnessed "Shuichi Akai" being swept away by the crowd, was on tenterhooks. She was tense all over and ran forward as if chasing after him.

Shuichi Akai still had his hands in his pockets.

boom!

Just then, a gunshot rang out.

At the department store exit, the next instant after a loud gunshot rang out, passersby reacted a beat too late. By the time they realized it was a gunshot, they screamed and began to run away.

Judy saw it clearly—the gunshot came from James's gun!

In the midst of this intense sense of urgency, James, who had finally caught up, fired a blank shot amidst the chaos. Judy didn't have time to exchange pleasantries with him, because she noticed that the sniper who had been eagerly waiting there still had his eyes fixed on Shuichi Akai.

"Give the order now, Gin!!"

"My finger on the trigger was so anxious, I was about to lose control."

Upon hearing the gunshot, Chianti screamed wildly.

"Your mission is complete. Quickly move to the next room and prepare to evacuate immediately."

Gin's icy tone immediately cooled Chianti's mind.

What does it mean to have completed your task?

She gritted her teeth.

But Gin's orders were almost absolute during the operation, and with the faint sound of police footsteps, Chianti yelled in annoyance, quickly packed her things and left. She then hid in the second suite next door, preparing to escape when the opportunity arose.

After instructing Chianti to retreat, Gin immediately gave Vodka the order:

"Drive over there, we're going to kill Shuichi Akai."

"Ah, okay!"

Without a word, Vodka quickly shifted the car into gear and slammed on the gas towards Shuichi Akai.

-

I wrote too late tonight and didn't have time.

I'll try to pay back the chapter I owe during the day.

Chapter 404: I really envy you, Chianti

The crowd in front of the department store panicked and scattered in all directions due to the gunshots, making the black Porsche 356A, which was driving straight ahead, stand out conspicuously on the street.

Judy noticed this.

To those in the know, the black German tree frog was almost synonymous with Gin himself. As that dark figure rapidly approached with chilling killing intent, Judy's heart clenched as if it were being gripped.

Then, she saw the smile on Shuichi Akai's face.

A fearless, dignified laugh.

"show!?"

She stared in astonishment at the gun that the other person had pulled out of his hand.

boom!boom!

boom!

Without even blinking, bullets flew from the muzzle flashes towards the oncoming black Porsche.

But at that moment, a car arrived faster than the vodka.

Carmel drove a red sedan and made an incredible drift from a distance, then slammed on the brakes in front of the department store.

"Get on the bus quickly!!!"

The man in the driver's seat shouted anxiously from the lowered car window.

Without hesitation, Judy grabbed Shuichi Akai's hand and dashed through the incoming bullets toward Cameron's car.

Bang bang bang!

The bullet landed on the rear of the red sedan, leaving a leaden-colored bullet hole.

Before that, the red sedan's taillights had been turned off, its four tires were spinning rapidly in place, and then, as the doors were slammed shut, it roared off with a high-pitched engine noise.

"..."

Witnessing the red car's swift reaction, Vodka immediately floored the accelerator and followed.

Although it seems there was an FBI agent left at the scene, no one was as important as Shuichi Akai—

The black vintage car unleashed an extraordinary horsepower that its model shouldn't possess, smoothly speeding up the road amidst the gasps of passersby.

As he watched the red sedan nimbly weave past other cars on the road ahead, Vodka floored the accelerator, a sense of pressure creeping onto his face.

No doubt about it, that driver is definitely a pro.

At that moment, Gin, sitting in the passenger seat, looked up and, using the rearview mirror, saw James standing in the square watching them as he took out his phone to make a call. He grinned.

"Let's get started."

The order was relayed to several people.

The sound of accelerators could be heard almost simultaneously on streets not far from the department store.

Tequila started the engine of his modified Hummer.

On another street, Vermouth twisted the throttle of her Harley-Davidson motorcycle and then looked at another woman beside her with a smile.

"You've finally made it back to the organization, so you'd better do your best this time, Kiel."

"I would do it even without you telling me."

"Put on the cycling helmet to cover her highly recognizable face," Rena Mizunashi said.

"But what exactly are we going to do this time?"

"Who knows?"

Vermouth smiled, but revealed nothing: "Perhaps it's for a good show."

"..."

Rena Mizunashi frowned beneath her helmet.

She received no prior notification for this operation; she was simply ordered by Gin to remain at this location and await further instructions.

What exactly does he want to do?

Rena Mizunashi currently has no opportunity to communicate or inform the FBI and can only passively follow orders. Her top priority now is to complete the orders given by the organization—and she certainly won't hesitate about that.

To be worthy of her father Ethan Hondou's sacrifice, Rena Mizunashi has always been prepared to have her hands stained with blood.

The two women twisted the throttle of their motorcycles and sped off toward their target.

the other side,

"Please help me pack this watch. Can I pay by card?"

"Of course, please wait a moment."

After selecting an exquisite watch from the counter, Lin Jiashu smiled and spoke to the sales clerk while simultaneously sending a message to Cohen.

The other end quickly replied with "Okay".