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

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Chapter 102: Search Target, Karasuma Renya

The sea breeze, carrying salty moisture, swept across Hachijojima Island, where several black SUVs were parked at the entrance to the Pacific buoy facility.

James Black, Judy Stalling, Naomi Algent, and several other skilled FBI agents stepped out of the vehicle.

James straightened his suit and stepped forward to speak with the security personnel.

Soon, a woman with silver hair, wearing a suit skirt, came out to greet them with several staff members.

She looked to be under thirty, with a cool demeanor and sharp eyes.

“Welcome, Mr. Black. I am Rei Shimizu, Special Coordinator for Interpol.”

The silver-haired woman extended her hand, gloved in black, and shook hands with James. "I have received instructions from higher-ups to fully cooperate with your operation."

“Thank you very much for your assistance, Coordinator Shimizu.” James nodded solemnly. “Time is of the essence, let’s get started.”

"plz follow me."

Without exchanging any pleasantries, Shimizu Rei turned and led them inside the facility.

As Naomi Algent walked through the familiar passageway and stepped once again into the futuristic control center, her feelings were somewhat complicated.

This place was once the stage where she realized her dreams, but after those guys took her away, she didn't know how her former colleagues would react when she returned.

We entered the main control room, which was located underwater.

As expected, Naomi Algent's reappearance aroused surprise and doubt among her former colleagues.

But there's clearly not much time for explanations and pleasantries right now.

“Agent Black, Coordinator Shimizu has already given instructions. We will temporarily activate and grant you full access to the 'Pacific Buoy' search area, but this requires an authorization code. Please wait…”

Director Yosuke Makino of the Pacific Buoys Bureau stepped forward and began to speak, his gaze sweeping over Naomi's face as he nodded to her.

He then clapped his hands, signaling the staff on site to begin handling the matter.

The huge main screen in the control room lit up instantly, and complex code and data streams began to scroll.

"Please, Ms. Naomi."

Shimizu Rei then looked at her.

Naomi Algent took a deep breath, suppressed her distracting thoughts, and quickly walked to the control panel and sat down.

Her fingers moved skillfully across the keyboard, connecting to the system and calling the core algorithm module she had written herself.

"All we need to do is access the surveillance cameras within Tokyo."

"Okay, please give me a photo of Agent Carmel."

"Here."

James immediately stepped forward and sent the photos from his phone to Naomi Algenter.

"The last known location is near Minato Ward, Tokyo. The timeframe starts from last night after their arrest, prioritizing a search of surveillance footage from all major traffic arteries, toll booths, private garages, and possible detention locations in Tokyo and the surrounding area... If we can find those guys' faces on the cameras, their faces might be the breakthrough point."

"clear."

Naomi responded, pressing her finger heavily on the Enter key.

With its powerful computing capabilities at work, the system, based on Carmel's physical characteristics, acted like an invisible giant sieve, frantically comparing and filtering through massive amounts of monitoring data.

On the main screen, countless small surveillance images flashed and swept by at a dizzying speed.

The FBI agents at the scene held their breath, anxiously awaiting the outcome.

The main screen displayed countless thumbnails of surveillance footage flashing at an alarming rate. Suddenly, the center of the screen was cleared, and then the images gradually appeared as thumbnails.

"found it!"

Naomi let out a soft exclamation and opened the surveillance footage from the most recent time.

The footage shows a surveillance view of a remote dock area. Although it is far away and dimly lit, it clearly shows the whole process of Cameron being roughly stuffed into the trunk of a Porsche 356A with vodka and tequila.

Immediately afterwards, the black Porsche and the tequila-driven pickup truck drove away from the scene.

"It's Gin's car!"

"Tracking this Porsche!" James ordered immediately.

Naomi acted swiftly, and the system began tracking the Porsche. However, Gin was clearly prepared for this. After driving a few blocks, the vehicle cleverly used tunnels, unmonitored sections of road, and multiple route changes to successfully shake off the pursuers, and the signal eventually disappeared into the intricate urban road network.

“We’ve lost them…” an agent muttered resentfully.

"It's alright, we still have clues."

Naomi was not discouraged. She immediately adjusted her strategy and searched again using photos of agave that she had captured on the screen.

A few minutes later, the system locked again.

Surveillance footage from multiple intersections was retrieved, clearly showing the route Tequila drove the pickup truck. Unlike Gin's caution, Tequila did not seem to deliberately avoid surveillance. His vehicle eventually entered a relatively old industrial area near the port in Koto Ward, Tokyo, and disappeared at the edge of a blind spot in the surveillance cameras at an intersection.

"The signal finally disappeared here."

Naomi zoomed in on the map, pointing to an area marked as a mix of abandoned warehouses and small factories. "This area has very low surveillance coverage and complex roads. They may have a temporary base here, or they may have moved vehicles here."

On the main screen, the locked area was highlighted in red. It was a factory area divided by a network of narrow, crisscrossing roads, near the sunset pier, sparsely populated, and indeed an ideal place to hide and conduct illicit transactions.

"Jiangdong District...an old industrial area near the port..."

James stared at the screen, his eyes behind his glasses gleaming with an unfathomable light. He said in a low voice, "This at least gives us a clear direction. Immediately gather detailed maps and architectural data for the area. Prepare the action team; we're going to conduct a covert reconnaissance of this area..."

Judy looked at the marked area on the screen, but felt little joy.

(Are you really just trying to rescue Carmel, James?)

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After closing the black-covered notebook in his hand, Lin Jiashu leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and silently reviewed and filled in any gaps in his understanding.

Carmel was captured by the organization. The rescue operation was used as a pretext to force the FBI to use Naomi's system, while at the same time creating an opportunity for Rum to test the system's effectiveness.

Curaçao has now also infiltrated Hachijojima.

This is the most crucial step.

With her inside support, not only can she get hold of the man's location information immediately, but she can also deliver a fatal blow to Rum at a crucial moment.

All that's left is Gin...

Lin Jiashu had other plans for him.

In summary, the connections between the various stages are currently quite tight, and any potential unforeseen circumstances have been controlled using the Death Note.

This was the most crucial moment, and he absolutely could not allow any accidents to happen.

The abandoned warehouse was filled with the smell of rust and dust, with only a few makeshift lamps casting a dim yellow glow.

"Big brother."

Vodka's voice was filled with frustration and defeat. "That guy is so stubborn, all he spouts is useless false information! We checked the locations he mentioned, but we didn't even find a trace of the FBI. Instead, we almost ran into patrolling police officers!"

Gin wasn't surprised by this, but merely let out a sneer from his nose. He exhaled a puff of bluish-gray smoke, the swirling smoke blurring the bloodthirsty chill in his eyes.

"Shall we continue the interrogation?"

“No need.” Gin’s voice was calm and even. “By the time we’ve managed to pry any truly valuable information out of him, those rats in the FBI will have already moved on and changed their hideouts countless times.”

Vodka paused, a puzzled look on his face: "Then all that effort we put into kidnapping him was pointless? A complete waste of time?"

"Meaning?" Gin sneered. "We brought him here to show those rats hiding in the shadows what happens when they mess with us."

"Secondly, I'm somewhat looking forward to it... I'm looking forward to them showing some courage and revealing some weaknesses in order to save their comrades."

“But now it seems…” Gin scoffed, threw his cigarette butt on the ground, and crushed it with the sole of his shoe, “…in the end they are just a bunch of cowardly rats who know how to seek advantage and avoid harm, and they can even easily abandon their own companions.”

Vodka nodded: "So, what should we do with this guy?"

"Get rid of it."

In the dead of night, only the low hum of the instruments running could be heard in the Pacific buoy control room.

The door here was opened again.

Naomi Algent, somewhat puzzled, asked as she was brought to this familiar space, "Coordinator Shimizu, Mr. Black, is there anything else we need to investigate so late?"

James adjusted his glasses, the lenses reflecting the cold light of the screen. He spoke gently, “I’m sorry to trouble you again, Ms. Naomi, but this is a rare opportunity… We hope to take this chance to try and find out information about other core members of that organization, which is crucial for the FBI’s future operations.”

Naomi was slightly taken aback.

She subconsciously glanced at the silver-haired woman beside her—after all, the other woman was an Interpol agent, and strictly speaking, only the other woman's words carried weight on Interpol's territory.

"Ms. Naomi, please rest assured. This supplementary investigation was jointly authorized after consultation between Interpol and the FBI, and is aimed at further combating this international criminal organization. All operations will be conducted within the framework of compliance."

Rei Shimizu quickly flashed an encrypted electronic authorization document in front of Naomi.

Upon hearing that it was officially authorized and that it was to combat that terrible organization, the slight doubt that had just arisen in Naomi's mind quickly dissipated.

She nodded and turned back to the console: "I understand. So, what specific target do we need to search for?"

“Let’s start with some known codenamed members. We have some…not-so-clear historical photos and documents here,” James said, taking a few steps forward seemingly casually, and standing just behind Naomi.

As Naomi restarted the tracking system, Curaçao, who was standing on her other side, moved!

Her movement was completely unexpected; with a precise and swift chop, she struck Naomi on the side of her neck.

"Uh……"

Naomi didn't even have time to utter a complete sound before her body went limp and she collapsed forward, completely losing consciousness.

Curaçao expressionlessly reached out and supported her limp body to prevent her from falling to the ground with a loud thud, then placed her on the ground next to the control panel as if she were an object.

"Clean and efficient, no wonder Rum's trusted right-hand man." James watched this scene, a subtle smile curving his lips, his tone filled with admiration.

Curaçao straightened up, not even glancing at Naomi on the ground, and sat down in the still-warm control seat.

Her fingers began to fly across the keyboard at a dazzling speed, bringing up the interface of the tracking system.

"No need for formalities, Mr. Black."

Curaçao's voice was calm and even. "Let's get down to business. To confirm the accuracy of this system, Lord Rum gave me a special test list."

She inserted the USB drive into the system.

Inside was a list of APTX-4869 users and related photos provided by Rum.

After discovering Shinichi Kudo's photo inside, James Black realized what the list was all about.

His eyes shifted slightly.

...Rum, when did that guy discover this secret?

He never revealed Shinichi Kudo's secret to him.

But now is not the time to worry about these things.

He looked seriously ahead: