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

The other side not only saw through the trap, but also discovered their external surveillance point long ago, and used this highly ironic way to announce their failure and... danger!

“Carmel! Mark! Retreat! Retreat immediately! This is a trap! Repeat, evacuate the parking lot immediately!” Judy shouted hoarsely into the communicator, her voice sharp with urgency.

Almost at the same moment she shouted it out—

"boom!!!!!!!"

A deafening bang came from the other end of the communicator, accompanied by violent vibrations and static that seemed to tear one's eardrums apart.

Judy and the others were instinctively nervous about Carmel in the parking lot, but the explosion actually occurred on the rooftop where Bill and David were—a huge fireball erupted without warning, and the impact of the explosion shattered the ground beneath their feet, sending fragments of reinforced concrete flying everywhere like raindrops.

They were focused intently on the parking lot entrance, fully confident that their plan would succeed. Little did they know that the enemy had already planted high explosives beneath their feet!

The explosion was so sudden that the two men didn't even have a chance to scream; their bodies were engulfed and torn apart by the shockwave. David was thrown directly over the rooftop railing, plummeting like a broken doll from the dozen or so stories high.

the other side

Inside his Porsche 356A, parked 500 yards from the explosion site, Gin held up binoculars, coldly watching the flames erupting on the rooftop of a distant building, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

Vodka also placed his laptop in front of the armrest box; the screen displayed CCTV footage of the street at the building's entrance.

Sitting in the back seat, Lin Jiashu flicked his thumb, and a silver coin drew an arc in the air.

When the coin falls.

Snapped.

He covered the coin with the back of his hand.

"Heads or tails?"

Gin glanced at him in the rearview mirror and replied without turning his head: "The other side."

"Frontline," Lin Jiashu said.

The instant he finished speaking, on the monitor screen of Vodka's computer, a body crashed heavily onto the sidewalk—it was David, who had fallen to his death headfirst. Almost simultaneously, Lin Jiashu moved his hand away, and the coin on the back of his hand was also headfirst.

Gin's pupils contracted when he saw the corpse-like figure on the surveillance camera.

"..."

"Gudong-"

Vodka, who had been quiet all along, swallowed hard.

Even though the car's temperature was set quite high, he suddenly felt a bit cold.

The silence between the two lasted for quite a while, and they didn't even notice immediately when someone had stopped outside the car.

But Gin immediately became alert.

The young man on the bicycle stopped next to the old car and hesitantly and cautiously knocked on the passenger window.

Gin's eyes narrowed, and he instantly placed his other hand on Beretta in his arms.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing the deliveryman's enthusiastic smile: "Hello, is this the delivery service you ordered? The total cost, including the meal and delivery fee, is 1350 yen."

Vodka looked bewildered, staring helplessly at Gin, who was also clearly momentarily speechless.

"You lost, so you have to pay me back the money."

Lin Jiashu urged.

"..."

Gin's temple throbbed almost imperceptibly. He glanced coldly at Yoshiki Hayashi, but ultimately suppressed a certain emotion. He pulled out his wallet from the inside pocket of his trench coat, took out a few bills, and handed them to Hayashi without counting them, his tone icy: "...Take it."

After taking the paper bag with a huge "M" logo from the delivery guy, he threw it into the back seat without even looking at it.

"After all, I didn't eat lunch... and it's dinner time now."

Lin Jiashu took a hamburger out of the paper bag.

Gin completely ignored what he was saying and simply coldly ordered, "Vodka, drive."

"Oh, wow!"

The car quickly drove away from the spot.

Meanwhile, inside the FBI headquarters, as the roar of the explosion finally subsided, Judy, disregarding her initial panic, immediately grabbed the microphone and screamed:

"Carmel! Mark! How's it going over there?! Answer me!"

"We're alright! What happened? We just heard a really loud explosion!" Cameron's voice came immediately, sounding somewhat uncertain.

Judy was taken aback. Not the parking lot?

That explosion was...

The thought flashed through her mind, and she immediately switched to the external surveillance team's channel, her voice slightly distorted with tension: "Bill! David! How are you two? Answer me now!"

However, all she received in response was the suffocating static from the communicator.

“Judy…”

A pale-faced agent pointed at the screen, where the vital signs of Bill and David had turned a glaring red and were marked as "Connection Lost".

Judy shuddered, a chill running from her feet to the top of her head.

"This is Daniel!"

Another communication suddenly came in, the voice urgent and tense: "I'm at observation point C! There's been an explosion on the rooftop at point A where Bill and David are! I saw David... he was blown away and fell! Bill is probably..."

"..."

Judy composed herself.

But before she could say anything, Conan below suddenly realized what was happening and immediately yelled into the microphone in front of Jodie, "Daniel! Get out of your current position right now! Quickly!"

At this moment, cold sweat also appeared on his face.

If the enemy was able to precisely destroy Bill and David's location, then other external surveillance points are probably not safe either!

However, his warning came too late.

"What?! I'll just—BOOM!!!"

Before Daniel could finish speaking in his panic over the communicator, another deafening explosion followed.

Then, everything fell silent again, with only the mocking crackling of electricity.

"Daniel! Daniel!? Answer me!"

Judy gripped the microphone and shouted in vain, but all she got in return was silence.

She slammed her fist on the control panel, her knuckles turning red instantly, but she felt no pain, only boundless coldness and anger.

"All external team members! Abandon the current observation point immediately! Repeat, abandon immediately, find cover, and evacuate on your own! Hurry!" She practically shouted the order.

"receive!"

"clear!"

A few scattered responses came through, tinged with obvious panic.

At this moment, Cameron's voice broke in again, sounding somewhat anxious: "Judy! We're hearing more explosions over here! What's the situation now? Should we retreat?!"

Judy, battling immense grief and dizziness, tried to keep her voice as calm as possible, though that calm was as fragile as a thin layer of ice: "Carmel, Mark, listen carefully, the external surveillance team was ambushed and suffered heavy losses. You..."

Before she could finish speaking, terrified screams suddenly came from the communicator from other agents in different locations:

"Sniper! There's a sniper! In the direction of D o'clock, further away!"

"Ugh—!"

"Find cover! Quickly!"

Then came the whistling of bullets cutting through the air, the sound of glass shattering, and the muffled groans and screams of those shot!

"no"

"The distance is too far; there's no way to fight back!"

"We can't escape!"

Screams and groans of fear briefly mingled on the communication channel before being quickly replaced by more gunfire and silence.

Conan clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms, and his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

He could imagine those exposed FBI agents, like lambs being hunted, being precisely targeted one by one by snipers in the distance in the darkness.

……

In the distance, on the rooftop of an even taller building.

Chianti, through his high-powered sniper scope, briefly focused the crimson crosshair on an FBI agent frantically searching for cover, before pulling the trigger without hesitation.

boom!

A muffled gunshot rang out.

Watching the target fall to the ground, Chianti licked his lips excitedly, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust: "Another one! That was so satisfying! Those FBI agents must be terrified!? Hey, Cohen, how many did you take care of over there?"

Cohen responded calmly through the communicator: "...Three, exactly the same as what Cointreau said."

"Haha! They're 10 years too early to try and trap us... We'll clean up these flies one by one tonight."

Chianti laughed and moved the gun barrel again, searching for his next prey.

The FBI's meticulously laid trap had now become a hunting ground for their one-sided slaughter, a situation that thrilled Chianti. She licked her teeth, and the next moment, Gin's cold voice came through her earpiece:

"Chianti, Cohen, report the situation."

“I’ve already taken down five here, and I can keep killing!” Chianti chuckled excitedly.

"Four, but we'll surpass her soon." Cohen's tone was tense, as if he couldn't bear to fall behind Chianti.

"Huh!? Stop talking nonsense, Cohen!"

"Quiet down. Continue with the plan. Eliminate every FBI agent who is in sight." Gin's tone was cold, but if you listened closely, his voice rose slightly.

OK.

"You told us to keep quiet, but what's going on on your end?! Gin!"

As Chianti focused intently on aiming, a faint but persistent rustling noise came through her earpiece, like the sound of some kind of paper bag being turned over and crumpled, which seriously distracted her.

Her excitement turned to annoyance: "It's been rustling around ever since, it's so noisy, it's really affecting my aim!"

Chapter 99: Chianti: "Don't pretend you can't hear me!!"

"It's been rustling around for ages, it's so noisy and it's really affecting my aim!"

Chianti's somewhat annoyed complaints came through the headset.

Gin, who was holding his headset in one hand, frowned upon hearing this and his angry gaze instantly shot towards Lin Jiashu, who was leisurely rummaging through a McDonald's paper bag in the back seat.

Lin Jiashu seemed to realize that his movements were disturbing others, so he stopped and said into the microphone, "Sorry, Chianti. I was eating a hamburger and I was a little hungry."

"ha?!"

Chianti's voice was momentarily stunned.

She and Cohen were diligently cleaning up their target on this freezing rooftop, while that guy was just leisurely eating in his car!?

Well……

That being said, Cointreau is not entirely idle.

At least they were able to occupy such a good position and hunt down the FBI without any pressure, thanks to his accurate seeing through the FBI's trap and his complete understanding of their plan.

But I was really annoyed that my concentration was interrupted just now!

"You bastard..."

Chianti was somewhat exasperated by his eager apology and overly gentle tone. Her eyes were fixed on the target in her line of sight, and as she pulled the trigger, her voice became excited again: "Why eat burgers? How about we go out for a big meal? Just the two of us! I know a great place."

Cointreau is always slippery and never gives her a chance to be alone, but Chianti just doesn't believe it. The tougher the challenge, the more enthusiastic she becomes!

Inside Gin's Porsche, Hayashi Yoshiki remained silent for a moment, not responding to her invitation. Only the soft sound of chewing could be heard, as if he hadn't heard it.

"Hey? Cointreau? Did you hear me?" Chianti pressed on relentlessly.

"Don't pretend you can't hear me!!"