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

Gin's gaze swept across the heat source screen and saw Rena Mizunashi trapped inside the pipe, shot in the leg.

His eyes flickered slightly.

The helicopter sideslipped, its nose pointing towards the end of the pipe where Rena Mizunashi was.

"Hold on tight!" Gin yelled at Vodka as he pressed the launch button.

call out--!

A rocket, trailing a plume of flame, struck precisely at the entrance to the pipe, blasting the ambushers attempting to break in, along with the pipe structure, into fragments!

The massive shockwave from the explosion even reached Rena Mizunashi, making her ears ring. Seizing the opportunity, she endured the excruciating pain and dragged her injured leg, struggling to escape to the other end of the pipe, in the opposite direction of the explosion.

Chapter 112: Dilemma

Vodka's armed helicopter circled in the night sky, using fierce firepower to barely maintain the crumbling defenses of the remaining ground forces.

However, the ground ambush was far more powerful than they had imagined. Several man-portable air defense missiles rose into the air with trails of fire. Although the helicopter narrowly avoided them, the piercing lock-on alarm and the shockwave from the close-range explosion still made the aircraft shake violently.

"Big brother! If this continues, we'll be shot down too!"

Vodka gripped the joystick tightly, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and roared at Gin.

Gin watched as the dots representing his own men on the tactical tablet continued to dwindle—Tequila was trapped in the unloading area, stubbornly resisting against the strong fortifications; Chianti dragged Cohen, moving slowly like a target; Rena Mizunashi's fate was unknown... His team's best men were being devoured bit by bit.

failure?

No, that word doesn't exist in Gin's dictionary; there's only the price!

His gaze fell on the silver briefcase inside the cabin, gleaming with a cold, metallic luster—Vespania ore.

The original plan was for infiltration teams to use it on the ground to create localized electronic silence in conjunction with the massacre. But now…

A crazy idea took shape in his mind.

"Vodka!" Gin's voice was icy and chilling, carrying an undeniable decisiveness. "Gain altitude! Fly to the very center of the factory area!"

"Big Brother?!" Vodka was confused, but he still instinctively carried out the order, maneuvering the helicopter to begin climbing while making evasive maneuvers, narrowly avoiding another wave of ground fire.

Gin quickly opened his briefcase, inside which lay a fist-sized, unremarkable-looking ore. He swiftly activated it, and a dangerous red energy reading flashed on the screen.

"Tequila, Chianti, everyone! Find solid cover, cover your ears, close your eyes! Now!"

Gin issued a final warning into the communicator, his voice even carrying a hint of urgency that he himself was unaware of.

Upon hearing the order, Tequila on the ground, though confused, immediately roared out his obedience to Gin: "Did you all hear that! Take cover! Now!"

He roughly kicked a slightly slower, unnamed member into a solid concrete pit, while he himself lay prone behind a large metal tank.

Chianti dragged Cohen along, rolling deep into a half-collapsed concrete pipe.

Just as the helicopter climbed to the very center of the abandoned chemical plant, Gin pressed the final start button.

Om-! ! !

An invisible energy pulse emanated from the ore processing device and spread out like ripples on water, instantly enveloping the entire factory area!

There was no deafening explosion, but the effect was even more bizarre and terrifying.

In an instant, all the searchlights, flashing alarm lights, tactical flashlights and electronic sights on the ambushers' weapons, and even the miniature communicators on their bodies... all electronic devices in the factory area went black at the same time, sparks flew, and then went out completely!

The entire world seemed to have been instantly stripped of its technological elements of "light" and "sound," plunging into a primal darkness and deathly silence.

The battlefield, which was just moments ago filled with the sounds of gunfire and as bright as day, is now reduced to a broken outline sketched by the moonlight, along with a few scattered sparks caused by short circuits.

The ambushers were thrown into confusion and panic by the sudden turn of events, completely bewildered as to what was happening.

"Success!"

Vodka shouted excitedly.

However, his excitement lasted for less than two seconds.

Beep beep beep—!

Inside the helicopter cockpit, a piercing alarm blared wildly, all the instrument panel needles trembled erratically, the screens went black instantly, and the operating system completely malfunctioned!

"Big Brother! Oh no! Our system... has been affected too!!" Vodka shouted in terror, frantically pulling on the control stick, but the helicopter, like a kite with a broken string, began to spin uncontrollably and plummet!

"Humph!"

Gin gripped the hatch handle tightly, resisting the immense centrifugal force, his face grim as he looked down at the factory area plunging into darkness and chaos.

"Hold on!"

He snapped at the panicked Vodka, the powerful G-force nearly throwing him out of the cockpit.

"No! Big brother! We're going to crash!"

Vodka shouted nervously as he looked at the rapidly enlarging outlines of the buildings below.

The helicopter, trailing a distorted trajectory, plummeted like a meteor towards a relatively empty, abandoned warehouse area on the edge of the factory...

And in the instant the pulse erupted and the entire factory area suddenly went dark,

Agave opened his eyes abruptly, adjusting to the sudden darkness. He heard the panicked shouts and chaotic footsteps of the ambushers in the distance.

"Chance!"

A cruel and ferocious smile appeared on the burly man's face. His massive body leaped up like a giant bear in the darkness, and the shotgun in his hand roared deafeningly at close range!

boom!boom!

The two ambushers closest to him, who were trying to figure out what was going on, were beaten to a pulp in the dark.

"Get up! All of you, get up! Kill them all!"

Tequila yelled at the few remaining lower-ranking members around her. One of them was a little slower and seemed to still be suffering from tinnitus and dizziness. Tequila grabbed him by the collar and threw him like a sandbag toward the direction from which the enemy's voice came from!

"what--!"

The unfortunate lower-level member let out a shrill scream, instantly attracting several flames from the darkness, which riddled him with holes.

Taking advantage of the brief exposure of his firepower and the opportunity created by the human shield, Tequila quickly rushed in front of his opponent, fired a shotgun at close range, and then pulled out a dagger to slit his throat.

After the electronic silence, Chianti shook her still dizzy head. Ignoring the blood on her forehead, she struggled to pull the injured Cohen out of the pipe.

"Can you still move?"

"……Can."

Cohen, pale-faced, nodded and barely managed to grip the pistol with his uninjured right hand.

The surroundings were completely dark, with only sporadic sounds of gunfire and screams.

Having lost their long-range advantage, the snipers had to leave as soon as possible.

"Follow me!"

Guided by memory and the faint moonlight, Chianti helped Cohen as they stealthily made their way towards the southern edge that Gin had previously indicated.

Meanwhile, the communication headset worn by Rena Mizunashi, who was inside the pipe, was instantly destroyed the moment the pulse burst.

The excruciating pain in her leg nearly made her faint, but the commotion outside and the familiar roar of the tequila shotgun made her realize that the situation might have taken a turn for the worse.

She gritted her teeth, cut off a piece of her sleeve with a dagger and tied it tightly to the wound on her leg, then dragged her injured leg and struggled to crawl along the pipe to the other end.

Now, in this space utterly plunged into darkness, the raging fire caused by the helicopter crash has become the most dazzling light source in the dark factory area, and a beacon pointing the way to death.

Approaching the site, one can see the wreckage of vehicles scattered on the ground, twisted metal emitting thick smoke, and the air filled with a mixture of smells of fuel, burnt plastic, and blood.

Several groups of ambushers, like hyenas smelling carrion, cautiously and swiftly approached the crash site from different directions, using the light of the flames and the cover of the wreckage.

For them, there was only one primary objective tonight—Gin, and they wanted to see him alive or dead!

"Identify the target area, remain vigilant, and prioritize finishing off the enemy!"

The ambush squad commander gave orders via hand gestures.

They spread out in a well-trained manner, forming a crossfire network. After closing in to a certain distance, they did not hesitate to launch the first round of intense fire at the still burning helicopter wreckage and any possible hiding places in the vicinity!

Da da da da da da—!

Bullets rained down on the twisted aluminum sheet and charred frame, sending up countless sparks that struck the already shattered bulletproof glass with a sickeningly loud sound.

Any creature that survives a plane crash will have a slim chance of survival under this barrage of fire.

After a round of gunfire, the gunfire temporarily ceased.

The commander gave a hand signal, and two team members immediately bent over, pointed their tactical rifles at the wreckage, and quickly and cautiously stepped forward to inspect it.

Crackling sounds...

The flickering flames crackled and popped as they burned, while thick smoke obscured the view.

A team member carefully used the muzzle of his gun to pry open a piece of drooping hatch debris, trying to get a better look inside.

At that very moment—

boom!!!

Deep within the wreckage, a pre-set fragmentation grenade was detonated. The violent explosion tore the already fragile wreckage apart once more, sending scorching blasts and countless deadly metal fragments flying outwards in a fan shape!

"Ugh—!"

The two team members who went forward to check were the first to be hit, and were instantly blown to pieces, screaming as they fell to the ground.

The explosion even affected a few ambushers a little further away, causing a brief period of chaos and screams.

However, this is only the beginning.

Almost instantly, before the flames of the explosion had completely dissipated, a calm yet deadly burst of fire rang out from a depression shrouded in thick smoke and shadow behind the wreckage.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The three shots fired with perfect precision were like the whisper of death.

Three ambushers, who had just recovered from the explosion and were trying to raise their guns to find their target, suddenly had blood bloom on their foreheads or chests and fell to the ground without a sound.

Gin wasn't even in the main helicopter wreckage!

In the final moments before the crash, he and Vodka forced open the deformed hatch and hid in this relatively safe location with a good view.

Vodka, with his imposing physique, had acted as a cushion during the impact and was now leaning against a twisted metal plate, baring his teeth and gripping his pistol tightly. Gin, on the other hand, was like a lurking viper, baring his fangs in the shadows.

Even so, Gin was in a terrible state at this moment.

His black trench coat was torn in the crash, and his face bore abrasions and soot marks. A dull ache emanated from his chest... it was hard to tell if he had broken a rib or two. Yet, he seemed oblivious to the pain; only his palpable killing intent and utterly calm demeanor made him appear more terrifying than ever before.

"He's there!"

The ambush attackers finally located him, and the remaining seven or eight men immediately turned their guns and fired wildly in the direction where Gin was hiding.

Bullets kept hitting the metal bunker in front of Gin, sending up a series of sparks and preventing him from looking up for the time being.

"Big brother!"

Vodka shouted anxiously, trying to return fire with his pistol, but his shooting accuracy was far inferior to Gin's, and he could only serve a limited purpose of harassment.

Gin remained expressionless, silently calculating the opponent's magazine capacity and firing intervals.

Just as the enemy's firepower subsided and they were preparing to change magazines or adjust their positions, he suddenly leaned out!

boom!

boom!

Two more precise shots!

An ambush attacker who had just stood up to throw a grenade was shot in the arm. The grenade fell from his hand and exploded at his feet, knocking him and another teammate nearby to the ground.

Another ambusher attempting to flank the enemy was shot in the neck and collapsed, clutching his bleeding wound.

At that moment, Gin silently fired his gun.

Almost every time the trigger is pulled, it means the loss of a life.

His accuracy with the gun, his composure, and his grasp of timing were almost superhuman.

In just a few dozen seconds, the ambush squad, which originally had a numerical advantage, was decimated by him alone, relying on the terrain and accurate shooting. Only one or two people remained, cowering in fear behind cover, no longer daring to show their faces.