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

Gin, unable to contain himself any longer, coldly interrupted her: "Chianti, focus on your mission! If you utter another word of nonsense, I'll hand over the mission in Africa to you!"

"Tsk, I know, I know!"

Chianti gave a reluctant reply.

She had been sent on a mission to Africa before because she mocked Gin. After spending some time in that place with poor infrastructure and scorching sun, Chianti now refuses to go back.

Meanwhile, at the FBI's base

The constant sounds of tense and terrified escape coming from the communication channel, followed by the final, deathly silence, were like dull knives cutting into the nerves of everyone present.

The devastating news that the external team responsible for surveillance and support had been almost completely wiped out made the atmosphere as oppressive as a tomb.

"Judy! What should we do? Evacuate or stay?!"

Carmel's voice rang out again, filled with the anxiety of being driven to the brink of despair—although the parking lot was temporarily safe, everyone knew that this was just a false calm in the eye of the storm.

Judy clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms.

This situation...

If it were a show, and if he were there, what would he do?

If it were him, he would probably be the first to realize that their trap might be seen through and used against them...

As Judy wavered, James Black finally stepped forward. He took a deep breath and made the decision: "Retreat, Carmel. The enemy has completely figured out our plan. Staying there is tantamount to suicide. Get out of here before they completely blockade the parking lot!"

"clear!"

Carmel responded immediately, but then Mark, another agent working with him, hesitated: "But what if the enemy is waiting for us at the exit? Driving out might make us easy targets?"

This possibility sent a chill down everyone's spine.

“Then… how about we go upstairs and hide in the apartment building up there?” another agent in the hideout suggested.

"no!"

Someone nearby immediately retorted, "The banner Bill and David saw before they died came down from a room in that building... which means there are definitely people from that building! The elevator might have been monitored all along, and they might have walked right into a trap if they went up there."

Looking up is a trap, looking outwards could be a gun barrel.

Judy was caught in a dilemma, cold sweat beading on her forehead. Conan, standing beside her, also frowned, his mind racing, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this predicament.

Parking lot 1-4 in Kadekachicho

Carmel was annoyed by his companions' conflicting accounts. He glanced at the elevator indicator light in the distance, which remained motionless, and then at the car beside him... To be honest, being extremely cautious about his driving skills, he was more inclined to drive out, but before he could speak, Mark made up his mind, "Never mind! Taking the elevator up is better than driving out and becoming a sitting duck! Carmel, let's go!"

"it is good."

Carmel ultimately decided to stay with his companions.

He and Mark rushed to the elevator and pressed the up button.

However, just as the elevator doors were about to open—

boom!!!

A louder, more muffled, yet more destructive roar came from the elevator shaft!

A powerful impact, accompanied by scorching air and metal fragments, erupted from the crack in the door that was about to open, violently blasting Carmel and Mark, who were approaching, away. The two crashed heavily onto the cold concrete floor, their ears ringing and their bodies wracked with pain.

The commotion reached the FBI headquarters, gripping Judy's heart. She immediately screamed, "..."

"Carmel! Mark! What happened?!"

The burly man coughed violently.

He struggled to his feet, staring at the distorted, black-smoke-filled elevator car before him, and shouted into his earpiece with lingering fear, "We're okay! But... the elevator's been blown up! They've even blocked this road!"

Cameron, panting heavily, wiped the dust off his face. When he saw that his dark-skinned companion Mark also had the strength to get up, his eyes hardened.

His face held a ruthless, do-or-die attitude.

"It seems we only have one last option left—drive out the exit and force our way out!"

He paused, as if to encourage himself and all his worried comrades in the stronghold:

"Don't worry, don't forget that driving is what I'm best at! I'm quite confident in my driving skills!"

After forcibly suppressing his unease, he walked towards the car, quickly got into the driver's seat, and started the engine.

The roar echoed through the empty underground parking lot.

"Hey, Mark." He looked at his companion still standing outside the car, "Get in!"

However, Mark stood still and slowly shook his head.

He suddenly raised his pistol and pulled the trigger.

boom!

boom!

After the shot was fired, two nearby cameras were precisely destroyed.

"Carmel".

Mark's voice was hoarse from the pain, but his tone was unusually firm. "We can't all ride in one car. They even have bombs in the elevators... It would be strange if such an obvious exit were left unattended."

"I know this even without you telling me—"

"So if two people are crammed into a car and are stopped, they will be caught in one fell swoop, without even a chance to fight back."

"So you want to...?"

"Two cars, one in front and one behind."

Seeing Carmel's stunned expression, Mark interrupted him, his gaze resolute, "I'll drive the one in front. I'll be the one to ask for directions."

"No! This is too dangerous!"

Carmel immediately objected, saying it was clearly a trap!

Mark clutched his abdomen, where shrapnel had struck him in the explosion; blood had soaked his clothes. He gritted his teeth and said, his face pale:

“Listen, Carmel… I’m badly injured, shards might be embedded in my internal organs… Even if I rush out with you, I might not make it to safety, and I might become a burden to you. Let me do this, at least… it can help you find out just how dangerous the road ahead is.”

Seeing the struggle in Cameron's eyes, he emphasized, "This is the most reasonable tactic right now! Don't waste time!"

Seeing his companion's body trembling slightly from blood loss and pain, and the unwavering determination in his eyes, all words of rebuttal stuck in his throat—

He finally nodded heavily, his throat tightening as if something was choking him: "...Mark, take care."

“You too.” Mark forced a smile, turned and staggered toward another car not far away.

FBI location

Everyone listened intently to the sounds coming from the communicator, and no one spoke.

Judy clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh. Conan's expression was also grave, but he remained silent.

Soon, the engines of both cars started running one after the other.

Mark's car was the first to exit the underground parking lot and rush into the relatively empty streets at night.

The car headlights pierced the darkness, and everyone's hearts were suspended in mid-air along with that moving point of light.

One second, two seconds... ten seconds passed.

There was silence on the communicator, except for Mark's slightly heavy breathing.

"How is it? What's the situation outside?" someone in the stronghold couldn't help but ask in a low voice, with a glimmer of hope.

"Nothing unusual for now," Mark's voice came cautiously. "The streets are normal, I wasn't attacked, and there don't seem to be any suspicious people around..."

"Could it be... that they didn't expect us to drive out? Or that the ambush wasn't here?" another agent speculated.

However, this glimmer of hope burst as easily as a bubble.

Just as Mark's car was about to cross an intersection—

boom! ! !

A small van that was driving leisurely on the side of the road, as if it were on its way to deliver goods, suddenly accelerated and, like a lurking beast, crashed into Mark's car from the side and rear as Mark's car passed by!

The immense impact caused Mark's car to instantly lose control, spinning and crashing into the roadside guardrail with a piercing metallic scraping sound.

"Ugh!" Mark let out a muffled groan inside the car.

But it's not over yet.

The pickup truck door was flung open with a bang, revealing a dark gun barrel that began indiscriminately unleashing a hail of bullets at Mark's out-of-control vehicle.

Da da da da—!

The glass shattered instantly, and countless bullet holes appeared on the car body.

"Mark! Mark!"

Judy and the others inside the stronghold also heard the intense gunfire and impacts, and their hearts sank to the bottom.

Mark's car was brought to a complete stop, emitting white smoke and remaining motionless.

The small truck also stopped abruptly.

Just as the tires screeched against the ground, the burly Tequila jumped out of the driver's seat, carrying a submachine gun, and strode toward the battered, smoking car.

The burly man in black cautiously approached, not opening the car door directly, but pointing the gun at the driver's seat before suddenly reaching out to pry open the deformed door.

Just as the car door was ripped open—

boom!

A gunshot rang out!

A bullet was fired from inside the car, whizzing past Tequila's ear and striking the truck behind him, sending sparks flying.

"Tsk!"

Tequila reacted swiftly, dodging to the side and hissing in dissatisfaction, "Damn it, I almost got tricked by you, you black devil!"

Without hesitation, he raised his submachine gun and viciously pulled the trigger at the figure in the driver's cab who was struggling to fight back but whose movements were slowed by serious injuries!

Da da da!

A few short bursts of fire.

Mark's body convulsed violently a few times inside the car before finally collapsing completely and falling silent.

After confirming the target's death, Tequila checked the car, took out her phone, and followed Lin Jiashu's earlier advice to take a few steps back, away from the wreckage.

Who knows if these FBI agents might have left something in the car?

The call was answered quickly.

"Brother, we've taken down the target!" Tequila reported gruffly, his tone somewhat excited.

"Well done, Tequila." Lin Jiashu's relaxed voice came through the receiver.

"Ha, today's task was incredibly easy, and it was all thanks to you!"

Tequila grinned, but after glancing at the body in the car, he couldn't help but ask, "But why not spare this guy's life? Maybe we could pry him open and find out where those FBI rats' hideout is?"

The burly Tequila is actually quite adept at intimidation and interrogation... Just as he intimidated Takumi Mitsukura into developing programs for the organization, he is also confident in getting the FBI to talk.

Now, it seems that Jundu is worried about his identity being exposed to the FBI, and he is eager to find their hideout and kill that woman named Naomi Algent... This was originally an opportunity, but unfortunately his orders are very clear: kill this guy.

"That... because this guy isn't important at all."

Lin Jiashu's voice, transmitted through the electric current, was calm and undisturbed.

unimportant?

Agave was taken aback.

"Our target is about to appear. Judging by the time... he'll probably be passing right in front of you soon—"

Boom boom boom!!!

Lin Jiashu's words became increasingly difficult for Longtequila to hear later on, as the enormous roar that grew louder as it approached from afar overwhelmed his hearing.

He subconsciously looked up and saw a car speeding towards him at high speed with an extremely aggressive posture.

Seeing the driver's predatory gaze, Tequila understood what Hayashi Yoshiki meant.