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

After a while, Pramia struggled to climb out of the wrecked car. Her forehead was still dizzy from the impact of the airbag, and her arms were cut by broken glass.

An unprecedented sense of humiliation and disgrace almost overwhelmed her. She shook her head violently, forcing herself to calm down.

(No, I can't panic! That guy is definitely watching! I have to get out of this completely predictable situation!)

She quickly looked around and realized that she had to change vehicles immediately; the tampered car absolutely could not be used anymore.

She didn't understand her opponent, but judging from her own experience, she would definitely have planted an extra bomb in the car if she were in that situation.

The disheveled woman's gaze swept quickly across the slow-moving or stopped traffic caused by the accident, swiftly locking onto a red sports car approaching. Two women were driving it; they seemed like easier targets.

The murderous intent surged into her heart again, and without hesitation, she raised her pistol, ready to force the vehicle to stop, kill the driver, and seize it, just like before!

To her surprise, the red sports car stopped in front of her.

The driver's side window was quickly rolled down.

What emerged from within was a beautiful face with exquisite makeup and a concerned expression.

"Miss! Are you alright? Oh my god, your car is badly damaged! Do you need help? Should we take you to the hospital?"

The woman driving didn't notice the gun on Pramia's body; her gaze fell on his disheveled face, and her voice was full of panic and goodwill.

Pramia was taken aback, but then sneered, "He's really walked right into a trap!"

She immediately pointed her gun at the other person and threatened sharply, "Stop talking nonsense! Get out of the car right now! Or I'll blow your head off!"

"What...no, don't shoot! I'll get out! I'll get out right now!"

The woman was completely unprepared for this turn of events.

Under Pramia's murderous gaze, she showed an expression of extreme terror, obediently raised her hands, and deftly unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the car door.

The woman trembled as she got off the bus under the threat of the gun, pleading repeatedly, "Please don't hurt me, take the car, you can have anything..."

A foolish rich girl who has never experienced any danger...

Pramia showed no doubt. Driven by the urgency to escape, she cautiously pointed her gun at the other person and turned to get into the driver's seat.

Just as she turned her back to the terrified woman, her attention completely focused on the vehicle and her surroundings—

Pfft!

The sound of a knife tip piercing flesh filled the air.

Pramia's pupils contracted sharply, and a heart-wrenching pain shot through her right shoulder—the site of an old wound from three years ago when she was shot by a bullet during her fight with Rei Furuya and the others, which had never been removed!

"Ugh—!"

Caught off guard, Pramia let out a painful groan.

She turned around in disbelief, only to see Shimizu Reiko's face, still beautiful but devoid of all fear, now only showing the face of a wicked woman embracing beauty and a vicious smile!

In her hand, a slender scalpel with an exceptionally sharp blade appeared out of nowhere. The tip of the blade was precisely cutting into the wound of her old injury, and even twisted it maliciously!

"Oh dear~"

Shimizu Reiko tilted her head, her laughter as clear as silver bells, yet carrying a chilling malice. "It seems I can't help you remove the bullet inside~ It's too deep, what a pity~"

"you--!!"

Pramia's eyes were bloodshot with rage; the immense pain and the fury of being mocked drove her almost insane! She endured the excruciating pain, raised the gun in her left hand, and prepared to fire at Shimizu Reiko!

However, the moment she raised her hand, another figure who had already left the passenger seat made a move.

The red sports car dipped slightly from the roof.

Pu Siqinglan's figure suddenly appeared, and like a female leopard, her fierce kick landed precisely on Pramia's wrist holding the gun!

Click!

A sharp crack, not from a broken bone, but the intense pain caused the pistol to fly out of Pramia's hand!

With his right hand restrained, Pramia reacted swiftly. He immediately used his still-functioning left hand, fingers pointing like a knife, to viciously stab at Pu Siqinglan's throat, while simultaneously bending his knee to strike her abdomen!

But Pu Siqinglan's skills far exceeded her expectations. Her opponent simply turned slightly to the side, easily avoiding her fatal attack, while simultaneously grabbing her attacking wrist, twisting it, and tripping her at the same time!

Pramia, who already had a shoulder injury, lost her balance and was immediately pulled hard to the ground. She tried to struggle to get up, but Pu Siqinglan's knee was already pressing heavily on her back, pinning her to the ground and making her unable to move!

The entire process happened in the blink of an eye, clean and efficient, without any delays.

Pu Siqinglan looked down at Pramia, who was struggling on the ground in pain and anger. Her cold eyes showed no emotion, only a faint hint of mockery. Her lips moved, and she uttered a few words:

Happy Halloween, Pramie.

"Aaaaaah—!!"

That same phrase again!!

That same phrase again!!!

The crimson urge almost blurred Pramia's vision. She let out a shrill, wounded roar and writhed wildly, but she was unable to break free from this humiliating restraint.

"Oh dear, the commotion here is too loud! If we stay any longer, we'll become celebrities!"

Shimizu Reiko chuckled as she put away the bloodstained scalpel, even wiping the blood off the back of the dead woman.

She leisurely opened the car door and sat back in the driver's seat.

Pu Siqinglan snorted coldly, got up immediately without hesitation, quickly returned to her seat, and closed the car door.

boom!

The sound of the car door slamming shut was like a blow to Pramia's face. Immediately afterward, the red sports car roared and sped away from the scene without hesitation, leaving Pramia lying on the ground, covered in wounds and bleeding profusely from his shoulder, roaring madly but helplessly.

Not far away, the crowd of onlookers watched this scene with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

"What happened?"

"Police... the police are coming soon!"

"How terrifying..."

"Spread out a bit!"

Shibuya is usually patrolled by police on Halloween, not to mention the killer causing trouble this time... Pramia quickly got up when she heard the police approaching.

Her eyes burned with a fierce fire.

Leave here...

As soon as she leaves this place, she can immediately detonate all the bombs and blow Shibuya to the sky!

They all deserve to die!!

Chapter 55: When a person is killed, they die.

At the wedding venue, Pramia suddenly broke out and escaped, revealing a ferocious side that caught everyone off guard, leaving everyone in the venue in a state of brief shock and astonishment.

“Christine…”

Even now, Nakamura Tsutomu's mind is still unable to process what he just witnessed—why did his gentle and fragile fiancée reveal such a vicious look and such bizarre skills?

"She is not Christine Lissell!"

Miwako Sato was the first to react, her voice firm and resolute, "She is Pramia! Everyone, move out immediately!"

Megure's face turned ashen. He immediately roared into the walkie-talkie, "Attention all units! Target Pramia has escaped! Repeat, target Pramia has escaped! His distinguishing features are long blond hair, wearing a black combat uniform, extremely dangerous, and armed! Immediately cordon off the surrounding area and begin the search! If necessary, use firearms to kill him!"

After he gave the order, the police who had been positioned inside and outside the venue immediately sprang into action.

But Inspector Megure knew it was too late.

"Shiratori, immediately take men and thoroughly search every corner of the venue!" Inspector Megure continued, looking at his man sternly. "There's a high possibility that a bomb has been planted in this venue as well, hurry!"

"I understand!"

The venue was immediately filled with tension and panic, and search and evacuation operations were quickly launched.

Only Nakamura Tsutomu was left standing there, dejected and lost.

Almost simultaneously, the news of this situation reached the ears of another person.

"Did that guy escape?"

The bomb around his neck had been removed. Amuro Tooru stretched his stiff neck and quickly put on the coat that Kazami Yuya handed him, his eyes sharpening.

"Yes, it is said that several extremely strange accidents occurred at the venue targeting Pramia, resulting in some minor injuries to her... The police officers at the scene suspected an 'accidental killer,' which was also the trigger that led to Pramia exposing her identity and fleeing."

Amuro Tooru paused in his movements.

Accident……

Almost instantly, he thought of one person—Lin Jiashu.

(It was Yoshiki who did it... but why?)

Amuro Tooru's brows furrowed tightly.

In his view, if Lin Jiashu really wanted to kill Pramia, he could have taken her life directly in those accidents. Instead, he provoked her in such a painless way, and in the end, she managed to escape.

This behavior, which is inconsistent with Hayashi Yoshiki's usual efficient style, left Amuro Tooru feeling puzzled and troubled.

As he got into the car and headed towards Shibuya, he took out his phone and dialed Hayashi Yoshiki's number, but all he heard was a busy signal.

What on earth is this guy doing?

Amuro suppressed his doubts, his eyes sharpening.

No matter what, I have to settle the score with the other party!

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Pramia clutched her bleeding shoulder and frantically fled through Shibuya's intricate alleyways and surging crowds.

Her blonde hair was disheveled, her glamorous makeup was smeared with sweat and blood, and her close-fitting combat uniform was tattered and torn, no longer bearing any trace of her former glamour and arrogance.

However, the physical pain was far less than the fear and humiliation in his heart.

She felt like a mouse being controlled by invisible threads, with a pair of cold eyes watching her from the shadows no matter where she fled, and always able to lay a trap one step ahead.

"You bastard...come out here, come out if you dare!"

She hissed from her throat, glancing back in alarm.

Then, she saw it.

At the edge of the crowd not far away, the conspicuous one was following her at a leisurely pace.

Long silver hair...

Unlike most people, they have heterochromatic eyes.

The other person's pace didn't seem fast, yet they always maintained a precise distance that she couldn't shake off. Those heterochromatic eyes were devoid of emotion, like they were locking onto prey destined to perish, putting immense psychological pressure on her.

"Get out of here!!"

Pramia went berserk and fired a shot in that direction, the bullet hitting the air and causing even greater chaos.

But Curaçao simply turned slightly to the side, easily slipping into the shadows of the crowd, and reappeared in another direction the next moment, still locking onto her with that cold gaze, like a leech.

Despair, like a cold tide, gradually overwhelmed Pramie's thoughts.

She ran desperately, using her familiarity with the terrain and the cover of the crowd to squeeze into narrower alleys, even going so far as to knock over roadside stalls to create obstacles.

Finally, at a chaotic intersection, she used a truck that suddenly went out of control to temporarily block Curaçao's view, and with her last bit of strength, she rushed into the back door of a commercial building.

She dared not stop, desperately climbing up the dark fire escape, her lungs burning with pain, and the wound on her shoulder tearing apart with every movement.

She had lost count of how many floors she had climbed until she suddenly pushed open a heavy iron door, and a gust of cold wind carrying the strong smell of rust rushed towards her—

She finally escaped to the rooftop.

There were no more footsteps chasing behind.

She stumbled to the edge of the rooftop, looking down in terror, searching for the silver-haired woman, but found nothing.

Is it safe for now?

She leaned against the cold concrete railing, exhausted, gasping for breath, her whole body trembling violently from exhaustion and fear.

The neon lights of Shibuya flickered under the night sky, and the Halloween festivities continued, yet it felt as if a world away from her.

She, Pramia—a fearsome international assassin—has been driven to such a desperate and wretched state!