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

Chapter 100: No Way Out

Boom!

The accelerator was roaring impatiently.

After Mark drove out of the underground parking lot, Carmel, gripping the steering wheel tightly, stepped on the gas and drove the unassuming blue sedan out of the parking lot.

The glaring streetlights immediately came into view.

He heard his companions talking in the base through his headset, but he was so focused on pressing the accelerator that he didn't pay any attention. However, after driving less than two hundred meters, the scene in front of him almost froze his blood!

Mark's car was now crashed diagonally into the roadside guardrail, its body riddled with horrifying bullet holes and wisps of black smoke billowing from it. A burly man in black, with an unusually large build, stood with his back to Mark beside the driver's seat, holding a submachine gun.

Then, Cameron watched helplessly as the man in black raised his gun, aimed it at the driver's cab, and pulled the trigger on his possibly still-living comrade—

Da da da!

The short, brutal gunshot pierced Carmel's eardrums like a sharp needle, igniting the pent-up anger and grief in his chest.

"mark--!!!"

He almost roared, a strong urge to floor the accelerator and smash that black-clad bastard into a bloody pulp welled up within him, burning his reason like magma.

But... no!

His remaining professional ethics forcibly suppressed the burning anger of revenge.

The man in black was positioned too close to the van to do this; his location provided natural cover.

Moreover, he has automatic weapons. If I charge straight at him like this, I'll likely be riddled with bullets before I even hit him!

"asshole!!"

He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and forced himself to channel all his anger and sorrow into the accelerator pedal.

The engine roared even more furiously, and the car sped past the agave plant and the pickup truck like an arrow without slowing down at all, leaving a gust of wind in its wake!

Just as Carmel's car sped past, Tequila, who was on the phone, heard the calm second half of Hayashi Yoshiki's sentence through her earpiece: "He'll probably be passing by you soon—"

Agave looked up in surprise.

In that instant, he met the eyes of the person in the driver's seat, eyes bloodshot with anger and hatred, almost spitting fire!

Time seemed to stretch out briefly.

Carmel's eyes were filled with the rage and hatred of losing a comrade, as if he wanted to etch the image of agave into the depths of his soul.

After her initial shock, Tequila's eyes, hidden in the shadows, instantly turned fierce and savage, like a provoked beast with undisguised killing intent, locking onto Camer's face!

Although it was only a fleeting encounter, the intense eye contact was enough for them to understand that they were mortal enemies!

"Damn it! Trying to run away?!"

Tequila reacted instantly, shouting into the phone, "He ran away! I'm going to chase him!" before abruptly ending the call. Like an enraged black bear, he turned sharply and leaped toward his small truck with an agility disproportionate to his size.

He roughly pulled open the car door, started the engine, and maneuvered the heavy truck around, desperately chasing after the end of the street where Carmel had disappeared.

However, Carmel's driving skills far surpassed those of ordinary people, and the sedan completely outperformed the small truck mainly used for transportation.

Even though Tequila floored the accelerator, the distance between him and the car in front kept widening as he sped off. He could only watch helplessly as the other car's taillights disappeared completely into the intricate city streets after a few nimble turns.

boom!

Tequila slammed his fist on the steering wheel, angrily yelling, "Damn it!"

"Don't rush, tequila."

Lin Jiashu's voice suddenly came through the headset, which startled Tequila. While struggling to control the steering wheel to keep up with the direction Carmel had disappeared in, he subconsciously asked, "Was this also part of your plan, Jundu?"

There was no direct response from the person on the other end of the headset.

But Tequila soon heard Vodka's voice on the other end shouting, "I see that guy! Judging by this direction, is he trying to escape to the port?"

The blue sedan sped past in front of us.

Seeing the other party's panicked appearance, Gin's lips curled into a cold smile, like a venomous snake eyeing its prey: "Chase after him. Vodka, hold on to him, don't lose him."

“Of course.” Vodka grinned.

Gin immediately switched channels, coldly issuing the order: "Cohen, Chianti, the target is fleeing along the main road from Horikiri to the port area, and is expected to pass through the Haneda Tunnel in three minutes. I need you to be in position in advance to encircle and intercept it."

"Understood." Cohen's voice was completely flat.

"No problem, we're already on the bus," Chianti replied excitedly.

On the other side, Carmel gritted his teeth and floored the accelerator, the car speeding through the night streets.

When he was dispatched to Japan, as a professional driver, he was already familiar with the city's roads and traffic conditions... Using this familiarity, he kept changing lanes and running yellow lights, trying to shake off his pursuers.

Gin's Porsche 356A was too conspicuous.

The moment he caught sight of that classic old car in the rearview mirror, he was both shocked and furious, especially since the image of Mark's tragic death haunted his mind like a nightmare.

He therefore chose the route to the port area, hoping to use the complex viaducts and docks there to escape the enemy.

Porsche's back seat

Lin Jiashu gazed at the scene outside the car, keeping track of the time while confirming Cohen and the others' location.

"Chianti, the target is about to enter the entrance ramp of the Third Keihin Road. From your current sniping position, can you see the right-side support cable of that huge steel billboard above the ramp entrance?"

Chianti, having quickly arrived at the designated location, had already stopped the car. She set up her sniper rifle and swiftly locked onto the thick steel cable swaying slightly in the night wind: "I see it! What, are you going to shoot that?"

“Yes,” Lin Jiashu’s voice was clear and calm, “Listen to my command… 3, 2, 1, fire.”

boom!

Without hesitation, Chianti pulled the trigger! The bullet struck precisely at the junction of the steel cable and the billboard frame!

Creak—Bang!

With a sickening metallic crack, the billboard's massive right side lost its tension, tilting and twisting violently downwards. The heavy steel structure, accompanied by a whistling sound, crashed onto the road surface not far from the ramp entrance! Sparks and debris flew everywhere, completely blocking the road that Kamal had intended to take to enter the highway!

"what?!"

Carmel slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding a falling obstacle, breaking out in a cold sweat. He was forced to swerve sharply and drive onto a narrower side road.

“Cohen,” Lin Jiashu’s voice rang out again, like a conductor of death, “the target turns onto Linglan Street. Three hundred meters ahead, a municipal water truck is conducting nighttime operations at the intersection. Aim at the lower valve of its water tank.”

"...Understood." Cohen responded dully, adjusting the muzzle of his gun.

A few seconds later.

boom!

Another sniper shot rang out.

A water truck that was slowly turning at an intersection suddenly burst open a huge hole in its side water tank, and a torrent of high-pressure water gushed out like a dam breaking, instantly creating a large area of ​​water on the road!

Carmel's car was speeding towards them when he suddenly turned the steering wheel. His tires skidded as they ran over the puddle, and the car spun out of control! He struggled to keep the steering wheel steady and barely managed to avoid hitting the guardrail, but the car not only lost speed but also completely deviated from its intended path.

"Well done."

Gin, who was following far behind, looked at Camel's disheveled appearance and gave a cold compliment.

"He has nowhere left to escape."

Lin Jiashu said.

Carmel felt like a fly caught in a spider's web, no matter how much it struggled, it would be pulled back into an even more desperate situation by an invisible hand.

Every seemingly viable fork in the road is blocked by unexpected events. Now he has been forced off the main road and is heading deeper and deeper into the increasingly remote port industrial area.

The roads there are narrower, the lights are dimmer, and there are fewer obstacles—making it the perfect place for the final hunt.

A black Porsche classic followed leisurely behind, driving its prey toward the final slaughterhouse. Meanwhile, Chianti and Cohen's sniper scopes, like the eyes of death, were firmly locked onto the car fleeing in despair.

Realizing there was no hope of continuing, Carmel pressed the accelerator harder than ever. He kept glancing at his rearview mirror, watching the Porsche 356A's headlights, like the eyes of a demon, getting closer and closer. He jerked the steering wheel, trying to squeeze into a narrower alley, but then heard two muffled thuds—his two rear tires had been blown out almost simultaneously!

The vehicle instantly went out of control, swaying violently amidst a screeching sound.

finally,

boom!

The blue sedan crashed head-on into an abandoned shipping container on the side of the road, stalling completely.

Overheated white steam rose from under the hood, mirroring his desperate gasps.

He frantically turned the key, but the engine only emitted a weak groan.

it's over...

He looked around in horror. It was a corner of an abandoned dock, piled with rusty containers and debris. The lights were dim, and there were few people around. There was no hope at all.

Then he heard footsteps coming from different directions, unhurried yet carrying a deadly sense of pressure.

On the left was the black Porsche. Gin and Vodka got out of the car, their tall figures like the Grim Reaper in the dim light.

Immediately following, the sound of a car stopping and turning off came from the right, and the agave's imposing figure emerged from the shadows, blocking the other side of the road.

In the distance, the cold light reflected from a sniper scope can be faintly seen on the top of the containers.

"Hey, FBI!"

Vodka's gruff voice broke the suffocating silence, "Stop struggling and get out of the car!"

Carmel sat in the driver's seat, his back soaked with cold sweat.

As he looked at the executioners who had killed Mark, Bill, David, and many of his companions, a chilling despair mixed with madness welled up inside him.

They went to such lengths to capture me alive... without a doubt, it was for intelligence! To find their hideout and get rid of Naomi!

We must not let them succeed!

His hand trembled as he reached for the pistol at his waist. Rather than be captured, tortured, and then reveal information, it was better to... end it all here!

The cold grip of the gun brought an eerie calm. He closed his eyes and slowly raised the muzzle, aiming it at his temple.

However, just as the trigger was about to be pulled, the image of Mark's gruesome death and the screams of his colleagues as they sacrificed themselves burned his nerves like lava.

No... we can't let them get away with this so easily!

Even if I die, I'll take someone down with me!

This thought ignited like wildfire, instantly consuming the will to die.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He shoved open the car door and, with all his speed, raised his gun, attempting to aim at Gin, who was closest to him.

Almost the instant he raised his gun and showed his face—

boom!

A crisp gunshot rang out!

Carmel felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if he had been hit by a hammer, and his pistol flew out of his hand and landed on the ground a few meters away with a thud.

He clutched his bleeding wrist, his face drained of color, his eyes filled with disbelief and utter panic.

He didn't even see how Gin drew his gun, aimed, and fired!

Just as he froze in pain and shock, Tequila pounced like a tiger, its fist, as big as a casserole dish, whistling as it struck his face!

Carmel was, after all, a well-trained agent, and his survival instincts made him instinctively turn his head to dodge while raising his arm to block.

Bang!

The immense force from his arm caused him to stagger backward.

But he only had time to block the attack. As Tequila swiftly closed in, Vodka seized the opportunity to circle around to his side and delivered a heavy elbow strike to his back!

"Well--!"

Carmel cried out in pain, his body involuntarily leaning forward.

Taking advantage of the opening, Tequila's other fist struck him squarely in the abdomen like a cannonball!

"vomit--!"

Carmel felt as if his internal organs had been displaced by the punch. The excruciating pain instantly drained all his strength. His vision went black, and his body went limp as he collapsed, completely losing consciousness.

Tequila flicked his wrist, looked at Cameron lying on the ground like a lump of mud, and grinned: "Done."

Vodka stepped forward and roughly dragged Carmel up, preparing to shove the guy into the trunk of the pickup truck that Tequila was driving.

Gin glanced coldly at the unconscious Cameron, put away his gun, walked up to him, squatted down, and reached out to remove the earphone he was wearing on his right ear... After just one glance, he coldly chuckled and crushed it.

In the back seat of his Porsche 356A, the windows were tinted dark. Lin Jiashu sat quietly inside, watching everything happening outside through the window, his face expressionless, like a detached spectator.