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

Perhaps these are just new recruits for the FBI, or civilian staff temporarily armed to make up the numbers?

In short, let's get down to business!

Meanwhile, Chianti and Cohen, who occupied the high ground, were also using high-powered scopes to spot the scattered escapees appearing in the factory area.

"At the ten o'clock position, around the corner of the warehouse, there is a guy with a handgun running away."

Chianti calmly called out the location, his crosshair steadily tracking the staggering figure.

"I see," Cohen replied.

Almost simultaneously, a faint gunshot rang out, and a burst of blood erupted behind the running figure as he collapsed to the ground.

"Hit... huh?"

Chianti was about to confirm the results of the battle when he saw through the scope that the person who had been shot had not died immediately, but was crawling on the ground in pain, twitching and emitting muffled howls.

"Cohen, finish him off," she said coldly.

The second bullet precisely ended the target's suffering.

"These FBI agents... something feels off about them?" Chianti couldn't help but say in the channel.

"Stiff movements, amateurish avoidance techniques," Cohen unusually added.

"Who cares, we're all going to die anyway."

Chianti shook her head and resumed her search for the next target. The smooth progress of the battle and the thrill of the hunt quickly overshadowed the strange feeling.

Meanwhile, Rena Mizunashi's team successfully entered the complex, maze-like pipeline area deep inside the factory after blasting the corroded valve.

The place was dimly lit, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of rust and residual chemicals.

She felt somewhat heavy-hearted.

Every gunshot echoing through the factory at that moment made her fingertips feel cold.

For the sake of her undercover identity and for the ultimate goal, she had to point her gun at those who should theoretically be allies in this operation—especially when she thought of her younger brother, Eiyo, who was still under the protection of the FBI. This torment almost suffocated her.

(Feel sorry……)

She silently recited the mantra in her mind, but her eyes had to remain absolutely cold.

"Footsteps at three o'clock!" a team member whispered.

The team quickly spread out, using the massive abandoned reactor tank as cover. Sure enough, two men wearing bulletproof vests with the FBI logo ran out from a side alley in a panic. They were holding guns, but their posture was awkward, and their eyes were filled with fear.

"Don't move!"

Rena Mizunashi shouted sternly.

The two men trembled with fear. One of them even threw his gun to the ground and raised his hands high, shouting, "Don't, don't shoot! We surrender! We don't know anything!"

Another person cried out, "Let us go! We were just hired! They said we'd get paid if we stayed here for a few days..."

Rena Mizunashi's heart sank as she was feeling distressed.

Hired?

Her finger on the trigger loosened slightly, and she demanded sharply, "Who hired you? Where's the FBI?"

"No, I don't know who... the agency contacted us... they said they needed extras for a movie, to play... anti-terrorism soldiers? They want us to wear these uniforms and wander around here for a few days..."

The man who threw the gun explained incoherently, his face deathly pale.

Filming a movie? Or just being an extra?

A chill instantly ran from Rena Mizunashi's spine to the top of her head.

She instantly realized that this was not an FBI outpost at all, but an elaborately staged stage, and that they, the organization members, and these poor actors on the ground were all pawns on the stage!

"Wait! Don't shoot!"

Realizing something was wrong, she hurriedly shouted into her earpiece, trying to stop any further massacre that might occur.

But it was too late.

boom!boom!

Two members of the organization beside him pulled the trigger without hesitation. The two extras were shot in the chest, their faces frozen in disbelief and terror, and they fell heavily to the ground.

"Kiel, what's going on?"

Gin's cold question came through the channel, and the faint roar of propellers could be heard in the background.

Meanwhile, outside the abandoned chemical plant, Vodka was already maneuvering the armed helicopter to gradually ascend.

Rena Mizunashi stared at the two corpses before her, suppressing her shock and unease. She reported urgently, "Gin, something's wrong! The resistance fighters we encountered claim they're hired extras, their purpose is to impersonate FBI agents! This might not be a real FBI base!"

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, similar reports of confusion came from the channels of several other groups.

"The target lacks the will to effectively resist!"

"The other person is begging for mercy, saying they're an actor!"

"Report: A large number of props and equipment have been found, and they don't look like the real thing!"

At that very moment, the shadow of the armed helicopter piloted by Vodka was looming over the factory.

The helicopter door was wide open, and a violent gust of air rushed into the cabin. Gin pressed the headset on his left ear, listening to the reports filled with doubt and unease coming from the channel. All these sounds exploded in his mind like thunder.

His pupils contracted.

The unease and sense of unease that had been lingering in his heart exploded at this moment, turning his face ashen instantly.

Rum...

What's wrong with that bastard?!

"Turn around! Evacuate immediately!" he barked at the vodka, while simultaneously yelling into the communicator, "All units! Halt! Evacuate the factory area immediately..."

His orders have not yet been fully conveyed.

Below, the once silent, abandoned factory, which seemed to be at their mercy, suddenly lit up with countless blinding beams of searchlight, like countless lightsabers piercing through the darkness and illuminating the entire factory area as bright as day!

Immediately afterwards, a piercing alarm blared through the night sky.

At the same time, almost at the same instant the lights came on, sniper fire from various high points throughout the factory, which had been pre-aimed, reaped the kill with precision and efficiency, like the Grim Reaper calling their names.

Three members of the organization who were advancing inward according to the original plan had not yet found cover when their heads or chests burst open with blood and they fell to the ground without a sound.

"Sniper! From at least four directions!"

Tequila's roar exploded in the channel as his massive body slammed open a nearby abandoned metal cabinet, shielding himself and a teammate behind a load-bearing pillar.

Bullets clanged and clattered against the concrete pillars and iron cabinets, sending sparks flying.

"Take cover! Fight back!"

Chianti's scream rang out, and her and Cohen's sniper position was also subjected to suppressive fire. The enemy had obviously locked onto their position long ago, and the dense bullets kept them from raising their heads.

Chaos erupted instantly.

The once silent factory seemed to come alive instantly, with deadly flames spewing from every window, every vent, and behind every abandoned machine.

The ferocity of their firepower and the seamless coordination they displayed were far beyond the operational level of FBI agents; they resembled a professional army.

"asshole!"

Agave roared and fired a shotgun at a window that was spewing flames. Shattered glass and screams rang out at the same time, but the fire from that direction only paused for a moment before more bullets poured in.

One of his teammates tried to rush to the next cover, but less than two steps away from the pillar, he was struck as if by an invisible hammer, several bloody holes bursting from his body, and he collapsed to the ground convulsing.

"Their firepower is too strong! We're surrounded!" The surviving subordinate's voice was filled with despair.

With bloodshot eyes, Tequila tore a smoke grenade from his tactical vest and threw it out.

hiss--

Thick gray smoke spread rapidly, temporarily obscuring part of the view.

"Charge with me! We can't be trapped here!"

He roared and, using the smoke as cover, charged like a mad bull in the direction he remembered coming from, his shotgun blasting as it cleared the way.

Several of his men followed closely behind.

However, the smoke did not completely protect them.

Crossfire pierced through the gaps in the smoke, taking down two more members.

Tequila felt a burning pain in his left arm as a bullet grazed his arm, instantly staining his sleeve with blood.

He grunted, but didn't stop. Relying on his strong physique and brief memory of the terrain, he forced his way out of the main office building and hid under a relatively sturdy unloading platform.

Behind him were several unrecognizable corpses.

the other side

"Cohen! At ten o'clock, that water tower! There are at least two of them!"

Relying on instinct, Chianti leaned out suddenly amidst the whistling bullets and fired his PSG-1 instantly.

A figure on the water tower swayed and fell down.

But she also revealed her location.

"Watch out!" Cohen's hoarse voice rang out as he bumped into her.

puff!

A bullet grazed Chianti's scalp and struck the brickwork where she had just been standing, leaving a deep bullet hole. The scorching heat and splinters of stone stung her cheek, and a trickle of blood flowed from her temple.

Cohen, having pushed her away, was a moment too slow, and a burst of blood erupted from his left shoulder blade. He fell forward, dropping his sniper rifle.

"Cohen!"

Chianti's eyes were bloodshot as he frantically fired continuously in the general direction of the incoming bullets, trying to suppress his opponent.

Cohen struggled to his feet, his face pale, his right hand pressed tightly against the bleeding wound on his left shoulder; his left hand was temporarily useless.

“Withdraw…we must withdraw…” he said with difficulty.

Their high ground has been completely exposed, and as a long-range threat, they are the most important targets to be eliminated.

Meanwhile, Rena Mizunashi's group also encountered an attack in the pipe area. At this moment, they were like rats trapped in a maze, constantly being shot at from different directions.

"This way!"

With a cold expression, Rena Mizunashi led her last subordinate into a relatively narrow pipe. However, just as they entered the depths of the pipe, enemies appeared simultaneously in front and behind them—they were blocked.

Rena Mizunashi leaned against the cold tube wall and took a deep breath.

She shoved the person next to her toward a rusty hole in the pipe and hissed, "Jump down there! Quickly!"

At the same time, she raised her gun and fired fiercely at the enemies in both directions, trying to draw all the fire.

The bullets struck the pipe wall beside her with a piercing sound and sparks.

Without hesitation, the subordinate scrambled out of the breach.

Rena Mizunashi emptied a magazine and was about to replace it when a sharp pain suddenly shot through her right leg—a bullet had pierced her calf.

She groaned and knelt down on one knee, cold sweat instantly covering her forehead.

The enemy at both ends of the passage is cautiously approaching.

At this moment, in the air above the abandoned factory, the searchlights of armed helicopters swept across the ground like giant eyes, taking in the scene of the massacre below.

As the dots representing his own people on the screen went out one by one, Gin's face was so dark it could drip water.

"Lower altitude! Provide fire support!" he shouted at Vodka, grabbing the control lever of the airborne heavy machine gun at the same time.

The helicopter began to circle and descend, its onboard heavy machine guns spitting out deadly flames, the thick ammunition belts sweeping viciously at the exposed firing positions on the ground like whips.

Immediately, several ambush points were hit, sending debris flying and temporarily halting the firepower.

This sudden air strike bought the remaining members of the organization on the ground some breathing room.

"Tequila! Chianti! Report your location! Move towards the southern edge of the factory area!"

Gin's cold voice reached the survivors' ears through the cacophony of gunfire and propeller noise.

Upon hearing the command, the agave immediately moved in the designated direction.

Chianti, dragging the wounded Cohen, struggled to retreat from the sniper's position, while Gin used machine gun fire to precisely suppress the pursuing enemies, clearing a path for them to survive.

However, the situation on Rena Mizunashi's side remains critical.