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

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When their eyes met briefly in the air, the other person gave a smile.

She suddenly felt a little flustered.

She stood bewildered, backing away from the window, when she soon heard footsteps in the hallway outside.

The door was then forcibly broken open.

The woman who had made eye contact with her downstairs rushed in with a gun, her eyes quickly scanning the room before fixing on Naomi, who was huddled in the corner, after confirming it was safe.

"Naomi Algent?"

Judy softened her tone, "We're the FBI. You're safe. We're here to rescue you."

"F...BI?"

Naomi looked at her with some surprise and uncertainty.

Having just experienced kidnapping and house arrest and refusing to cooperate, her first thought was whether this was a scam by the organization to gain her trust.

Judy clearly understood her wariness: "Whether you trust us or not, you have to leave with us immediately, or their reinforcements could arrive at any time."

Looking at the gun in her hand and her companion beside her, Naomi knew she had no choice.

Anyway, being under house arrest here means I can't do anything.

Once Judy was sure she had come to terms with the situation, she immediately took her away from the building, escorted by her companions, and got into the back seat of one of the black vans.

The car started almost immediately after they closed the door, driving smoothly and quickly away from this place of trouble.

James Black was the one driving.

His gaze fell on Naomi's face through the rearview mirror: "Relax, Ms. Naomi, you're safe now."

He took a folder from beside him and handed it to Naomi: "I am James Black, a senior FBI agent. This is my identification... or you can call your father to confirm."

"My father!? How is he now?"

"Don't worry, your father is safe... In fact, the people from that organization did not harm your father."

Naomi instinctively took the identification that James handed her.

She couldn't tell if it was true or false, but after successfully contacting her father, her guard dropped considerably.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Naomi.” Judy, sitting in the passenger seat, looked over. “We know exactly what that organization wants to do with the system you developed… In fact, we’ve been fighting that organization for years, and we will never let your hard work become such a tool.”

Her words were sincere, and her gaze was honest, completely shattering Naomi's last line of defense.

The fear, loneliness, and helplessness of the past few days seemed to find an outlet at this moment. Her eyes quickly welled up with tears, her tense body relaxed slightly, and she choked out in a low voice, "Thank you... thank you all..."

She finally believed that she had truly escaped that terrible organization and come to the side of someone who could protect her.

(The objective has been achieved.)

James Black glanced at the woman in the back seat through the rearview mirror and calmly pushed up his glasses.

The FBI's presence here is actually due to their collaboration with Rum.

Rum still had doubts about the actual effectiveness of the cross-age tracking system. After Curaçao discovered Naomi Algent's imprisonment address, he hesitated to take action himself and turned to his ally.

The next step is to confirm whether Naomi Algent's work can truly penetrate the fog of time for accurate identification... If so, perhaps we can directly find the Black Organization's ghost that has always been hiding in the shadows.

James' heart skipped a beat at the thought of this possibility.

(It'll be soon, if everything goes smoothly...)

His gaze was fixed intently on the road ahead, illuminated by the car headlights, as if he could see through the darkness the dangerous yet alluring path leading to the pinnacle of power and secrets.

Judy glanced at him subtly from the side.

Today's actions were very sudden.

James suddenly made a phone call saying he knew the location where Naomi Algent was being held... only stating that it was provided by his informant.

In any case, she dared not let her guard down around him.

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After enjoying the meal carefully prepared by the hotel, I immediately felt all the fatigue of the day melt away.

Both Yoshiki Hayashi and Eri Kisaki were quite comfortable.

The two were dressed in comfortable, soft yukatas and seemed to have nothing to do in the quiet night.

At that moment, the hotel's recreation room was empty.

Seeing the ping-pong table in the corner, Lin Jiashu couldn't help but smile and suggest, "Want to do some exercise, Aunt Yingli?"

Eri had just soaked in a hot spring, and all the pores on her body seemed to open up, giving her skin a healthy rosy glow. Her usually meticulously styled hair was a little loose, with a few strands hanging lazily down her neck, giving her a soft and relaxed aura.

Hearing this, she became interested and nodded happily: "Okay, but I haven't played in a long time, so my skills are probably quite rusty. Xiaoshu, you have to go easy on me."

“...But actually, I haven’t touched one in a long time either.” Lin Jiashu smiled as he took a racket from the equipment rack and handed one to Fei Yingli.

The two stood in front of the table. Eri's grip on the racket did seem a bit awkward. She tried swinging it a few times, and the wide sleeves of her yukata fluttered with her movements, adding a touch of naivety rarely seen on her usual face.

"Let Aunt Eri serve first," Lin Jiashu said considerately.

Eri nodded, took a deep breath, and cautiously tossed the ball up, her wrist stiffly flicking it – the ping-pong ball flew limply over the net, failing to even clear it.

"Ah..." she smiled a little shyly.

"It's okay, everyone's like this at first," Lin Jiashu encouraged, walking over to pick up the ball and handing it back to her. "Relax your wrist and gently push it forward."

The second serve finally cleared the net, but the ball was slow and had little spin. Lin Jiashu easily returned a similarly slow ball that landed in the best position for her to receive.

Eri Kisaki, fully focused, aimed at the incoming ball and swung her racket somewhat clumsily—

Snapped!

The ball was successfully blocked, although it lacked power and angle.

Lin Jiashu could only return an easy ball.

After a few rounds, Eri Kisaki gradually found her rhythm and her movements became more relaxed. Occasionally, she would use too much force, causing the sash of her yukata to sway, or she would misjudge and take a few steps, which was completely different from her sharp and capable image in court, making her seem unexpectedly cute.

"Haha, I can't do it anymore. I'm still not as agile as you young people."

Eri Kisaki was slightly out of breath, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead, but her face wore a cheerful smile after exercising.

The relaxing sensation from the hot spring combined with her slight fatigue, making her feel exceptionally comfortable.

“Aunt Yingli is already very good; she learns very quickly.”

Lin Jiashu smiled and handed over a perfectly placed ball, "Besides, exercising and sweating a little will help you sleep better at night."

"That's true."

Eri agreed, and focused her attention once again on the incoming ball.

The recreation room echoed with the crisp sound of ping-pong balls hitting each other and the occasional soft laughter of the two.

It wasn't until Lin Jiashu's cell phone rang that it was interrupted.

Lin Jiashu paused slightly, then gently flicked the racket, sending the ball back to Eri in a gentle arc. He smiled apologetically and said, "Excuse me, Aunt Eri, I need to take this call."

Eri caught the ball and nodded understandingly, "It's okay, you can go ahead."

Lin Jiashu walked to the side, picked up his phone, pressed the answer button, and said "Hello" in a normal tone.

Vermouth's voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Naomi Algent has been taken away by the FBI."

"Okay, I understand. Just do it as usual."

After giving a brief reply, Lin Jiashu hung up the phone immediately.

Do it as usual?

What does he mean?

Vermouth on the other end of the phone was a little confused at first, but she quickly understood what he meant... The usual thing to do was to report the matter to the higher authorities as soon as possible.

The organization is currently going through a turbulent period.

It's one thing for hostile organizations to harass them, but now there are traitors running rampant within their own organizations, and now the FBI has even managed to rescue a target right under their noses!

The gentleman was indeed very angry.

"..."

Vermouth paused for a moment after looking at the message she received in her email.

the other side,

Gin soon received news that Naomi Algent had been rescued by the FBI.

Before he could react, an email appeared in his inbox.

"Eliminate Naomi Algent and destroy the system!!!"

Concise and clear instructions.

Without delay, Gin immediately edited a reply to acknowledge receipt.

But the moment he pressed the lock screen button and the phone screen went dark, the chill emanating from Gin made the surrounding temperature drop several degrees.

"Big brother?"

Vodka glanced cautiously into the rearview mirror.

Gin didn't answer immediately. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, the grayish-white smoke blurring the fierce lines on his face, but his dark green pupils remained extremely sharp.

After a while,

He forced out a low curse, barely containing his rage, through clenched teeth: "Vermouth... that unreliable woman!"

He stubbed out his cigarette in the car ashtray with such force that he almost crushed the cigarette butt.

"They should have just killed that woman and been done with it. Why did they have to play this 'recycling' trick?"

"Big brother, that system...didn't we already determine that it's useless? Why did the BOSS still order the developer to be dealt with?"

"That's exactly what I wanted to ask."

This question seemed to have hit Gin's deepest doubts.

After all, Vermouth's unnecessary actions might have been at the behest of that man. Given how nervous he is right now, it's possible that the system isn't truly worthless... What is he worried about?

Gin didn't consider the deeper issues concerning that gentleman, but the more important question now is: why was Naomi Algent's location exposed to the FBI?!

Gin sensed a traitor in this.

Moreover, the smell was stronger than ever before!

I tried to test the waters, but was warned.

Okay, I guess I still can't write.

At least not here.

Scratching my head... I've already written a book, so I guess I'll have to back down here.

Chapter 95: Each with their own hidden agenda, conversing with the night.

A black Porsche 356A sat like a ghost in the shadows of a suburban street.

Gin looked through the car window at the building in the distance that was surrounded by police cordon and flashing police lights.

A large number of uniformed police officers were moving in and out of the scene, creating a tense atmosphere.

"Brother, the inside is surrounded by cops, we can't get in."

What about internal monitoring?