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

"The bullet grazed Jack Waltz's forehead, and the guy is now thanking the sniper for his mistake and driving away in a frenzy."

"Congratulations, Mr. Kevin, you have passed the trial."

"Therefore, I will return to you the honor of personally executing this sinner, Jack Waltz."

What gives you the right to talk to yourself like that?

"Don't you find it strange that I know so much about your and Mr. Hunter's plans, and even about what he told you about the Silver Bullet?"

Hearing Kevin Yoshino's breathing stop, Lin Jiashu smiled with pleasure: "Because all of this is the result of what Mr. Hunter and I discussed."

“Mr. Hunter believes you are a close friend who wholeheartedly regards his disgrace as his own.”

"Killing Moriyama Jin, killing Bill Murphy, all of this was arranged for this trial—the last remaining, and most heinous, sinner, Jack Waltz… In order to execute him with your own hands, you will inevitably have to climb Blue Sky Pavilion and take action against the sniper on Suzuki Tower."

"You have accomplished this incredible feat, just as Hunter wished, and have crossed this trial."

"I will share more details with you after everything is over."

"So, before that, would you like to come with me?"

"—Follow my orders and kill Jack Waltz."

"Make your choice, Mr. Kevin."

Chapter 447: The Domino Effect

Avoid the light, speed away.

The dark green Jeep sped through the streets of Asakusa.

Jack Waltz will be passing by the Seven Colors Kimono Shop in about three minutes, so you're a bit pressed for time.

Kevin Yoshino, listening to the voice coming from his phone, pressed his thick hiking boots hard on the accelerator in the car.

So the jeep started driving recklessly through the streets.

Every time he changed lanes and overtook another car, it triggered panic and angry shouts from other drivers on the road. Amidst the cacophony of horns, Kevin Yoshino managed to carve a path through the congested traffic.

Less than three minutes...

Kevin Yoshino's hands, gripping the steering wheel, were slightly sweaty. He glanced at the sniper rifle lying beside him, and his resolve gradually hardened.

The man who called was highly suspicious from any angle.

He said all of this was what Hunter hoped for, but is that true or false?

Kevin Yoshino's mind was a bit confused, but for him right now, the most important thing was to kill Jack Waltz... As for other things, he could think about them later.

He followed the instructions and quickly headed to the destination.

However, Asakusa is one of Tokyo's more famous tourist districts, and even at night, the traffic here is still bustling... After driving his jeep and weaving left and right to get to the front of the traffic, Kevin Yoshino was soon blocked by a series of cars stopped by traffic lights.

Damn it, there are too many cars in front of me, I can't even ram them!

After assessing the number of cars ahead, Kevin Yoshino looked at the sidewalk next to him... Seeing several families chatting and laughing, and children strolling hand in hand with their parents, he gritted his teeth in frustration and gave up his plan to rush across the sidewalk.

The Seven Colors Kimono Shop is right in front of me—

Beep! Beep!

Bang!

When the traffic light ahead finally turned green and the vehicles began to proceed, Kevin Yoshino honked the horn loudly.

Don't be in such a hurry, it's too late. Now look to your right, there's that white Mazda.

He instinctively turned his head to look.

On his right, in the opposite lane, a white Mazda sped towards him, and through the windshield, there was no doubt that it was Jack Waltz's face!

As the guy swaggered past him, Kevin Yoshino instinctively reached for his seatbelt and grabbed his gun, but the impatient horn of the car behind him brought him back to reality... He gritted his teeth in anger, caught in the flow of traffic, revving his engine as he made his way through the intersection, but by the time he crossed the stop line and turned to the oncoming lane to catch up, Jack Waltz's car was already nowhere to be seen.

Have you lost track of them?

The voice on the other end of the phone faintly carried a hint of laughter.

"Enough with the nonsense, tell me his location now!"

Ah, of course I can tell you... but how are you going to catch up with him and kill him? Try setting up a sniper rifle and killing him while you're driving? Or chase after him, point a pistol at his head, and pull the trigger?

Although this guy did indeed lose his body through alcohol and women after leaving the military, and even his figure became so bloated.

But he's still a pretty good player, isn't he? Not to mention he's currently as flustered and wary as a startled rabbit.

So if you want to kill him, you'd better listen to me.

How to kill him is indeed a problem.

Kevin Yoshino forced himself to be patient and began to follow the instructions on the other end of the phone.

Inside the hotel, Lin Jiashu smiled.

He gently stroked the hair of Pu Siqinglan, who was kneeling below, and tenderly caressed her face with his palm.

The woman's eyes were moist, and she looked dazed.

She was doing her job with great care, and the pearl earrings on her ears swayed back and forth rhythmically.

From the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel suite, a helicopter rapidly approached the observation deck from the other side of the tower, visible from the top of Suzuki Tower under the cover of darkness—probably to guard against snipers who might still be on the Sky Pavilion.

Lin Jiashu only saw the helicopter stay on the Suzuki Tower for less than two minutes before it quickly took off and left. It seemed that it left immediately after picking up Chianti.

Seeing this, his smile widened.

Given Gin's personality, he most likely won't reveal that he tricked Chianti, and he probably wouldn't bother to explain... So Chianti will probably hold a grudge against Gin for his displeasure and anger at being exposed to someone else's sniper scope while on a mission.

You can still smile and continue to be a good person.

oops……

It made him a little embarrassed.

Pu Siqinglan, unaware of what Lin Jiashu was thinking, only saw the smile on his face growing wider and her enthusiasm for serving him increasing.

Lin Jiashu glanced at her with a hint of surprise, but didn't pay much attention. Instead, he looked at his watch.

The current time is 20:17.

Kevin Yoshino had already driven the car out of Asakusa as instructed, speeding towards Bunkyo Ward. After a detour, he quickly got onto the ring road.

After pressing the accelerator with all his might in this lane for a long time, Kevin Yoshino finally spotted a white Mazda sedan in the foreground.

His reckless and frantic approach quickly alerted Jack Waltz to something was wrong.

This former Navy SEAL captain, who had been indulging in a life of pleasure since his discharge, seemed to have regained his battlefield instincts in today's life-or-death crisis. He knew that the killer would not let him go after the sniper shot had failed, so he had been in a state of constant fear and suspicion ever since he fled for his life.

His gaze was fixed on the Jeep in the rearview mirror, and when he saw that the figure inside was Kevin Yoshino, his pupils contracted involuntarily.

It's this guy!

At this moment, Jack Waltz was filled with utter hatred.

That damned Hunter, he's still haunting us even now!

If I can escape from here, I can catch a flight back to America tomorrow... and then no one will be able to kill me!

He smoothly shifted gears and accelerated, and the white sedan immediately roared up and sped up.

Seeing this, Kevin Yoshino followed closely behind him.

The fleeing rat will never understand the determination of people to get rid of it.

Let's consider this place Jack Waltz's graveyard, Mr. Kevin.

An unsettling, altered male voice came through the phone.

However, please don't focus all your attention on that damned rat; take a closer look around you first.

"..."

Kevin Yoshino was somewhat confused, but he did indeed observe his surroundings as Hayashi Yoshiki had said.

Apart from cars, there's basically nothing special on this driveway.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

You've probably heard of dominoes, right?

As you probably know, the so-called domino effect is that a small initial energy input can trigger a chain reaction in an interconnected system.

Sometimes, just a small breath can, through a chain reaction, be enough to topple a building.

What exactly is he talking about?

With his enemy right in front of him, Kevin Yoshino felt restless and uneasy.

What I'm trying to say is, Mr. Kevin, you will be the one to start this domino game, and the end of this game will be the death of Jack Waltz.

Do you see that chemical truck driving in front of you?

The driver's name is Jun Tajiri, and he is 47 years old.

As you can see, his profession is a special vehicle driver, but aside from that, he's just a grumpy gambling addict.

Not only was his behavior of frequently abusing his wife and children after losing money despicable, but he also often took advantage of the special nature of his car during his career. On one occasion, he accelerated too fast on a highway late at night, causing his car to run over and kill two young people who had just graduated from high school.

But he was lucky enough to escape punishment.

"..."

Kevin Yoshino remained silent, not understanding what the guy on the other end of the phone was trying to achieve.

Next was the Volkswagen behind the chemical truck.

The driver's name was Akio Yoshino.

To outsiders, he probably seemed like a loving husband who worked hard to make a living. However, he had been secretly embezzling company funds to buy a private car. After being discovered, in order to cover the shortfall, he set his sights on his wife's insurance payout of 100 million yen. To this end, he has recently been frequently spraying formaldehyde into the air conditioner of his wife's car, hoping that she will fall into a coma while driving and cause a fatal car accident.

……

……

A long list of names came through the phone, all of them drivers and passengers in the surrounding vehicles.

Kevin Yoshino found it absurd after hearing it.

Are all the people gathered around here now a bunch of scoundrels and scum? How could such a coincidence happen in the world!

He stopped thinking about what was happening on the other end of the phone and focused only on how to kill Jack Waltz... However, things didn't seem so easy. His jeep was too bulky and not nearly as agile as Waltz's sedan, and the difference in acceleration on a straight line was becoming increasingly apparent.

If I'm not mistaken, you're carrying a bomb, right? Follow my instructions and throw it out onto the lane to your left.

"Are you crazy?!"

Whether you do it or not is up to you, but you should also understand that if you let him escape here, you will never have another chance to avenge Hunter.

"What does throwing the bomb have to do with me killing Waltz?!"

You only have 10 seconds to think, 10...9...8...

The relentless countdown began on the other end of the phone.

The green jeep was gradually approaching the conspicuous chemical truck, until it was alongside it and then gradually overtook it. Kevin Yoshino's originally firm mind began to waver for some reason.

He thought of Hunter, who had died at his hands.

I thought of the expectant and relieved smile I saw through the sniper scope before he died.

He wouldn't let anything stand in his way of avenging Hunter, just like how Conan in the original work would resolutely take action against children no matter how many times Conan tried to stop him.

But what good does throwing a bomb on a highway do?

Was he planning to detonate the car behind, sending it flying and crushing Waltz as he fled in front? Don't make him laugh!

The countdown on the other end of the phone continued.

Kevin Yoshino's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He stared at the road ahead, and in a daze, he seemed to see Jack Waltz laughing heartily as he strode away, returning to America to hide, while he himself was imprisoned and could no longer avenge Hunter…

But what do you gain from doing this, besides causing the deaths of innocent people?

Amidst a torrent of thoughts, just as the countdown was about to reach zero, Kevin Yoshino expressionlessly grabbed the bomb and threw it out the window.