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

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, blood, and the stench of burning corpses.

The flames were still burning, illuminating the corpses and remains scattered all over the ground.

Gin leaned against cover and quickly changed a magazine.

His breathing remained steady, but a fierce, predatory glint burned deep within his eyes.

Rum...!!!

For the first time, such a terrifying killing intent erupted in his eyes, even more intense than when Sherry escaped and he suspected Jundo might have betrayed him!

Even now, there's nothing he doesn't understand.

The predicament they are facing now was all a setup by Rum from the very beginning... The guys here are not FBI agents at all!

But what Gin couldn't understand was how that old man dared to do it!?

He had known for some time that Rum might have ulterior motives, but he didn't believe the other man had the confidence to rebel. Today, he was truly caught off guard.

Gin's anger at being tricked and fooled was unleashed through the muzzle flash of his gun, but he also knew that the gunfire and explosions would soon attract more enemies, and he had to get away as soon as possible!

He glanced at the still-shaken Vodka beside him, then looked towards other parts of the factory area in the distance where sporadic gunshots and explosions were still being heard.

(Agave...Chianti...Kiel...)

The task force has suffered heavy losses, but as long as these few useful guys are still around, the lower-level members who don't even have codenames are just disposable assets anyway.

Now all he has to do is fight his way out of this damned trap!

Vodka.

Gin's voice was cold and hoarse, "Get ready, we're about to break out."

"Understood, brother!"

Vodka wanted to move, but the movement aggravated his injuries, causing him to gasp. Nevertheless, he gritted his teeth and prepared himself.

Chapter 113: Doubt

Thanks to the dimly lit battlefield environment, Gin and Vodka used the cover of the environment to fight and retreat, and were even able to suppress the ambushers nearby.

But more enemies surged in from deep within the factory area like a tide.

Gunshots rang out intermittently in the darkness.

"Big brother! I can't hold on much longer!"

Vodka emptied a magazine and frantically changed it while watching the dark figure flanking him from the side, feeling somewhat panicked.

Gin's eyes were cold as he shot down an enemy who tried to approach and quickly surveyed his surroundings.

His gaze was fixed on the southeast direction of the crash site, which was the last unloading area held by Tequila. Although the gunfire was sparse, the distinctive roar of Tequila's shotguns could still be heard.

"Move towards the unloading area and stay close to me!"

Gin let out a low growl and no longer hesitated.

His figure emerged from behind cover, and he pulled the trigger, firing two precise bursts of fire. The two bodies that fell instantly created a brief opening for Vodka and himself.

"go!"

Vodka quickly followed.

The two men, one in front of the other, fled desperately toward the unloading area, using the burning wreckage and the cover of darkness.

Bullets whizzed past them and to their sides, sending pebbles flying from the ground.

At this moment, the agave is indeed like a beast trapped in a cage.

He constructed a makeshift fortification using a sturdy unloading platform and several large metal tanks.

There were already seven or eight enemy corpses piled up at his feet, one of which had its neck broken by his brute force, and died a gruesome death.

He quickly noticed the intense gunfire from Gin's side, followed by a brief silence.

He immediately realized that Gin was retaliating.

"Everyone, move towards Gin! Charge!"

Agave roared and leaped out from behind the cover.

He now had only two unnamed members left beside him, covered in blood and still in shock.

Without any hesitation, he advanced like a human tank, his shotgun roaring as it cleared the way, blasting any enemy who dared to stand in his way to pieces.

Upon realizing that he was being surrounded by fire, he kicked one of his own men, who was seriously injured and lying on the ground, towards the enemy's firing position as bait to draw their fire.

"Keep up, or you'll die here!"

He turned and roared at his two trembling subordinates, who had no choice but to grit their teeth and frantically fire as they followed.

Meanwhile, Chianti helped Cohen as they struggled forward in the darkness.

Cohen's steps became increasingly unsteady, and he put almost all his weight on Chianti.

"Damn it, can't you give me some effort? We're almost there!"

Chianti gasped for breath, cursing as blood trickled from her forehead, her vision blurring.

They were still some distance from where Gin was, but they could already hear the footsteps and shouts of pursuers behind them.

"Put me down...you go first."

Cohen spoke in a hoarse, weak voice.

His left shoulder was completely soaked in blood, and the sunglasses that were always on his face were nowhere to be seen, revealing a pair of somewhat lifeless eyes. His face was extremely pale due to excessive blood loss.

"Use your nonsense!?" Chianti interrupted sharply, "I brought you along so I could use you as a human shield if things go wrong, damn it..."

She gritted her teeth, trying to speed up, but traversing complex terrain in the dark with a seriously wounded soldier was an almost impossible task.

Cohen, who was always silent, shook his head.

As the pursuers drew closer, a flash of annoyance crossed Chianti's eyes. She pushed Cohen behind a broken wall and picked up her sniper rifle, preparing for a final stand.

Just then, the familiar roar of shotguns and the spray of submachine guns suddenly rang out from the flank!

"Agave!"

Chianti exclaimed in surprise.

Suddenly, Agave appeared from the side like a demon, his last remaining subordinate also firing wildly, instantly drawing the pursuers' attention.

"Hurry! Gin is ahead!"

Tequila didn't even look at them. While changing her shotgun, she fired fiercely at the pursuers, temporarily holding them off.

"Damn it, this is the first time I've ever felt you're so manly!"

Chianti grinned, helped Cohen up again, and headed towards Gin.

And in an even less conspicuous location on the battlefield—

Rena Mizunashi dragged her injured leg and crawled out of the area along the pipe. She lay on the pipe exit, panting heavily, the pain in her leg almost making her collapse.

The faint sounds of gunfire could be heard nearby, with the roar of shotguns being particularly loud.

(We must reunite... Only by being together can we have a chance of survival.)

She tore off more strips of cloth to bind the wound on her leg even tighter, then picked up an MP5 submachine gun that someone had dropped on the ground, and limped along the shadow of the building toward the direction where the gunfire was most intense.

She avoided the main firefight routes, silently creeping along the edge, and occasionally taking down lone enemies with her precise marksmanship.

Her face was pale, but her eyes remained calm.

Finally, Gin and Vodka arrived first near the designated southern edge, where there was a row of abandoned warehouses. The area was relatively open, but it also meant it was easier to be surrounded.

They had just occupied a warehouse entrance as a temporary position when Tequila, along with his only remaining subordinate and Chianti, who was supporting Cohen, rushed over in a disheveled state.

At this moment, Tequila's left arm was bleeding profusely from a gunshot wound, and his body was covered in gunpowder and blood, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.

Chianti and Cohen were in equally bad shape; one had a bloody head and the other was deathly pale.

With Gin and Vodka included, the once elite action team was now reduced to only these six wounded core members. As for the unnamed team member next to Tequila, whose eyes were unfocused and who was on the verge of collapse, Gin only glanced at him and then paid him no further attention.

"You guys..."

Vodka breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw Tequila and the others.

Gin's gaze swept over everyone, lingering for a moment on Cohen's wound and the empty seat in Mizunashi Rena's place, his eyes becoming even more sinister.

"Where is Kiel?" he asked coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a slight noise came from the shadows on the side of the warehouse, and everyone instantly raised their guns.

“It’s me…” came a weak voice. She dragged her injured leg and struggled out of the shadows, her face as pale as paper.

Seeing that Mizunashi Rena was still alive, everyone had different expressions, but at least, these few with code names had managed to reunite.

However, before they could catch their breath, the sound of rapid footsteps and gun bolts being pulled back filled the air – more enemies had completed their encirclement, completely surrounding the small warehouse!

Gin was not surprised by this.

Ultimately, the reason this group was able to reunite so smoothly might be because the other side deliberately opened the trap to lure them in.

Snapped!

suddenly,

Several searchlights shone from multiple directions, illuminating the entrance to the warehouse where they were hiding.

Gin's face turned ashen.

The power of Vespania ore is simply EMP; any electronic device swept by an electron pulse will be paralyzed—even those that are not powered on.

The only reason these guys were able to restore the lights so conveniently is that they had a plan in place for the presence of the Vespanian ore from the very beginning.

"We need to kill them all, especially the ringleader, to get the money."

(...A mercenary? Or an assassin from that organization?)

As Gin pondered to himself, bullets rained down on the warehouse entrance like a storm, sending cement debris flying. Everyone was pinned down behind cover, unable to even lift their heads.

Tequila glanced at the last remaining unnamed team member beside him, a fierce glint in his eyes. Suddenly, he grabbed the man's collar and, to the man's horrified gaze, yanked him out of the cover!

"Ah—!" The team member was instantly riddled with bullets.

"Now's the time! Counterattack!"

Tequila roared, taking advantage of the brief lull in their firepower, and together with Gin and Vodka, they fiercely retaliated in the direction of the searchlight.

But enemies are rapidly closing in from the flanks and rear.

At this rate, they won't even last five minutes.

Gin emptied a magazine, leaned against the wall to quickly change it, and his gaze swept across the warehouse, finally landing on a large, seemingly sealed, rusted ventilation duct opening on the back wall.

"Tequila, blow up that pipe in the back!" Gin shouted the order.

This is their last chance.

"Leave it to me!"

Tequila roared menacingly as he swiftly removed the last small piece of plastic explosive from his tactical vest, roughly shoved it into the rusted latch of the pipe cover, and lit the fuse.

"hidden!"

boom!

With a muffled thud, the rusty metal cover was blasted inward, twisted, and flew off, revealing a dark, rusty hole, just big enough for one person to barely pass through.

Almost instantly, before the smoke and dust from the explosion had even cleared, Gin had already rushed to the entrance of the tunnel like an arrow. He did not enter immediately, but instead cautiously turned to the side, and his Beretta was the first to be inserted into the tunnel, firing two shots at possible ambush points inside the pipe!

The echo of the bullet striking the metal tube was long and hollow; there was no scream or retaliation as expected.

"Vodka, you're second! Tequila, cover the rear!"

After confirming there were no problems, Gin gave a stern order, then without hesitation, he crouched down and took the lead into the unknown darkness.

The cold metallic feel came through the trench coat, and the dust and musty smell permeating the pipes was nauseating.

Vodka followed without hesitation, his massive body appearing somewhat clumsy inside the pipe, but he pushed forward with all his might.

"Chianti, take Cohen inside!"