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

Amuro Tooru's consciousness went blank for a moment.

But he quickly felt an extreme sense of disconnect and conflict from Lin Jiashu's usual behavior and the suspicion surrounding his identity... He shouldn't be a member of the police force; he should be his junior, but—

"It's nice to see you again, Mr. Amuro."

With steady footsteps, a familiar face came into the sight of Amuro Tooru and Mizunashi Rena.

Wearing a black suit, he walked up to Gin and turned slightly to the side. The face that Amuro Tooru was so familiar with was half hidden in the dim light and the other half exposed to the glaring emergency lights, with his usual peaceful smile.

Gin didn't seem interested in Yoshiki Hayashi's phone.

This was clearly an "abnormality" for Amuro Tooru and Mizunashi Rena.

Given the current tense environment, Gin's personality would naturally be wary and even generate murderous intent from frequently sending text messages to communicate with the outside world.

boom! ! ! !

A sudden burst of gunfire erupted in the factory, leaving a lingering echo.

"Uh!"

Rena Mizunashi cried out in pain. Her slender figure, bound to the iron pillar, was momentarily exhausted, and she couldn't help but kneel down.

The Beretta pistol in Gin's hand emitted traces of hot smoke.

"Kil!?"

"What's wrong, Kiel? Keep going."

Gin sneered at the blood on Gil's left shoulder as he knelt there, "Didn't you want to unlock your handcuffs when no one was looking?"

"We're only in the doubt stage, and you treat your comrades like this?!"

"Whether someone is a comrade or not is not for you to decide."

Gin didn't care about Rena Mizunashi's face at all. He grinned coldly and said, "I'll give you one last minute. Whoever shoots the other first will be spared... This is a very suitable punishment for a traitor."

Click

He pulled the safety on the gun.

Vodka, standing next to the two undercover agents, immediately rolled up his sleeves, looked at his watch, and started timing: "60 seconds."

"Do you think I'd be manipulated by you?!"

Rena Mizunashi shouted sharply.

Amuro Tooru remained silent.

"50 seconds!" Vodka shouted.

"This is the first time I've seen Mr. Amuro in such a disheveled state," Hayashi Yoshiki said with a smile.

"...You're quite the imposter, Cointreau!"

"Same here, didn't you also pretend to be someone else in my firm for a long time?"

"But you knew my identity from the very beginning, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"40 seconds!"

The countdown to the vodka continued, and Lin Jiashu's tone remained cheerful: "I'm very grateful to you for giving me more time to do more of what I want to do. And the tea you brewed was also very good... Could you tell me where you bought those tea leaves? Otherwise, I might not be able to drink them after you die."

"Aren't you afraid that the guy next to you will suspect you're also an undercover agent trying to exchange meeting places with me by asking this question at a time like this?"

"...As expected of you, you're still thinking about digging a pit for people even now."

Lin Jiashu was speechless.

Gin remained completely unmoved by Amuro Tooru's words.

However, as the countdown to the vodka reached its final thirty seconds, Gin seemed to grow impatient seeing the two still unmoved.

"So you're planning to amicably cover for each other?"

“What do you mean by protecting her? I have no idea if she’s a spy!” Amuro Tooru shouted.

"Me too! I can only say that I'm not an undercover agent."

"Don't steal my lines."

"Come on... the last 20 seconds! Who is the mole—tell me, who is the traitor!"

Gin's pitch suddenly rose.

Rena Mizunashi and Tooru Amuro gritted their teeth.

In the final ten seconds, as the countdown to the vodka began to enter the single digits, Rena Mizunashi, who had to crouch down due to her gunshot wound, was alright, but Tooru Amuro still did not retreat. In fact, he straightened his body even more, facing the direction of the gun muzzle, like a steel bar that had been forcibly bent but was ready to bounce back at any moment.

How many times do we have to tell you before you understand this?

Amuro Tooru's voice was low, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a dangerous hoarseness. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp as needles. "Gin, or do you simply enjoy the feeling of pointing a gun at someone's head?"

The air in the warehouse seemed to have solidified into viscous asphalt, and every breath was accompanied by a heavy resistance.

Gin's gaze, like a cold probe, repeatedly pierced the faces of the two people in front of him, and time stretched on endlessly in the suffocating silence. Each second felt like a drop of water hanging precariously on a rusty wire.

"Three seconds left!" Vodka's voice became slightly shorter: "Three...two...one...zero—"

"Hmph, then you can start first, Bourbon."

Gin raised his gun.

But before he pulled the trigger, the sound of shattering glass and the scream of the unofficial member standing below preceded the gunshot.

what! ?

The unexpected turn of events caused Gin to whir around abruptly. His dark green pupils reflected the sudden shattering of the emergency light components, the glass shards of the lampshade brushing against the face of the man beside him—

Snapped!

The blinding light source in the dimly lit factory was instantly extinguished.

"What's going on!?"

"The light was...!"

"Kier! Bourbon...! Don't even think about escaping!"

The instant his vision darkened, Gin immediately turned the gun towards that direction and pulled the trigger.

boom!

In the flash of the gun, he only saw a figure fleeing rapidly into the distance.

Vermouth is also very fast.

She took out her phone, turned on the flashlight, and shone it on the iron pillar used to bind the two of them. She only saw Mizunashi Rena sitting on the ground with her hands tied behind her back, while Bourbon had disappeared.

"Bourbon has escaped!"

"asshole……!"

Gin angrily stepped forward, squatted down, and picked up the handcuffs that had been removed by the other party. He noticed that there was still a wire sticking out of the keyhole.

The footsteps grew fainter and fainter.

Vodka tried to chase after it, but when he reached the factory gate, he could only see the white sports car speeding away.

"They escaped, brother!"

Vodka could only shout at Gin in frustration.

Lin Jiashu smiled.

"He's really fast, I really admire him."

"Cointreau!"

Gin's voice, dripping with anger, was icy cold. His face was contorted with rage, and the gun in his hand instantly pointed at Yoshiki's head: "Do you want to be a traitor too?"

"Gin!?" "Big Brother!"

Upon seeing this, Vermouth's expression tightened, and Vodka couldn't help but let out a cautious cry.

Despite having a gun pointed at his head, Lin Jiashu remained completely calm.

After all, Gin, who had just fired a shot, didn't pull the safety this time.

"I don't understand what you're saying. Please don't blame me for every unexpected situation, okay?"

"Don't joke around. If it weren't for your tampering, how could such a coincidence happen?"

Gin's hand rested on the safety of his pistol, ready to pull the trigger at any moment. "Give me an explanation right now."

"..."

The air in the factory once again fell into a suffocating silence.

Not only Vermouth and Vodka, but also Rena Mizunashi, who was paralyzed on the ground after being shot, was watching the two of them nervously.

After a long pause, Lin Jiashu smiled.

It was no longer that warm, gentle smile, but a silent one... as if something else had been slicked up and pasted onto that face, silently raising an arc.

Gin frowned.

"Don't worry, he can't escape."

"……you"

Gin's eyes narrowed sharply.

You can read this guy's expression with just one glance.

He didn't let Bourbon escape.

Instead, they deliberately let Bourbon escape in order to kill him.

"After all, Mr. Amuro took good care of me... It's a pity I didn't expect him to be a traitor." Hayashi Yoshiki and Gin locked eyes. "Since he's a traitor, it's alright for me to deal with him... right?"

When Curaçao went missing last night, he already knew that Bourbon might be a rat.

Then there was just now.

In the brief conversation before Bourbon was brought here, Cointreau also expressed his delight at Bourbon's decision to get rid of him.

This guy...

Gin's face was grim as he pulled the safety lever and simultaneously snapped the trigger with his index finger.

boom!

The bullet flew past Lin Jiashu's face.

The air beside his cheek still held the lingering heat of gunpowder, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air, followed by Gin's icy voice: "Next time, you'd better tell me in advance!"

"OK."

Lin Jiashu still had a smile on his face.

Gin then pointed his gun at Rena Mizunashi, who was sitting there looking tense.

"I'm sorry, Kiel. I was originally planning to let Bourbon go first, but now I have to deal with you first... But don't worry, I think Bourbon will arrive soon—"

"Wait, Gin!"

Vermouth suddenly stopped him, "Don't fire, Rum's recovered!"

"..."

Gin's murderous aura faltered.

But before he could ask, Vermouth received a call from Rum.

From her occasional replies like "okay" and "I understand," Gin immediately realized something and scoffed in annoyance.

as predicted,

After hanging up the phone, Vermouth said, "Curaçao sent a message saying that both of them are innocent."

Has she regained her memory?

“Now we’ll be cleared of suspicion, right?” Rena Mizunashi immediately looked up. “If that’s the case, then hurry up and unlock these handcuffs for me.”

“No, Rum’s instructions have a follow-up. He said it’s necessary to find out whether this message was actually sent by Curaçao himself.” Vermouth looked at her and said this, then quickly turned to Hayashi Yoshiki. “Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me, Cointreau… Bourbon can’t die now.”