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

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"Now?! But brother, our situation..."

Vodka tried to dissuade him, his gaze hesitantly sweeping over his battered companion inside the room.

"I don't trust Cointreau."

Gin interrupted him, his tone icy, "I just tried to contact that gentleman to confirm whether he really handed over all authority to Jundu."

While tending to his wounds, he tried to contact that man directly through his own channels—the keystrokes from "The Song of Seven Sons" led to the Boss's email address, but his messages, whether sent by phone or email, all went unanswered.

This is very wrong.

If that gentleman truly had everything under control, as Jundu claimed, then such a complete loss of contact would never have occurred!

This news surprised even Vodka.

If that's the case, then Jundu's earlier statement in the car was indeed a bit off, and perhaps he is the one hiding the deepest secret behind the scenes.

"So I have to go and confirm it myself."

Gin's voice was filled with barely suppressed murderous intent, "Rum must pay for his betrayal, and that gentleman... we must see him alive or dead."

Vodka watched Gin's resolute back, then glanced back at his weakened companion, a flicker of struggle crossing his eyes behind his sunglasses.

Putting aside their current condition where even moving around is difficult... if Jundu really has a problem, that monster might not be unaware of their appearance, so going there would definitely be like walking into a trap.

But in the end, loyalty to his elder brother prevailed over everything else.

"I'll go with you, brother!"

Vodka gritted his teeth, took a few quick steps forward, and prepared to drive.

Upon seeing this, Gin merely gave a lukewarm "humph".

The two walked out of the safe house.

As Vodka started the car, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother, where are we going? Where is Rum now?"

Gin fastened his seatbelt, his gaze fixed on the deep night outside the car window. He remained silent for a moment before giving the address: "To Beikacho, 5-chome, 39."

"what?"

"Rum had specifically ordered Cointreau to cause an accident there, but the gentleman who shouldn't have been concerned with such a trivial matter wrote to me asking me to bring Cointreau along with me."

Gin said calmly, "Now that I think about it, that place was very likely where that gentleman was hiding, and Rum had Cointreau create the accident just to test that gentleman's reaction."

"understood."

Without further hesitation, Vodka slammed on the gas pedal.

The black sedan shot through the night like an arrow, speeding toward the place destined to unleash a storm.

Gin leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Despite his poor condition, the chilling killing intent emanating from him was stronger than ever before.

Cointreau…

To this day, Gin has never felt that a person could be so troublesome!

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The door lock emitted a slight electronic sound, then slid open silently.

Vermouth turned around abruptly, her eyes sharp, but when she saw who it was, the guarded look on her face immediately disappeared.

"You just swaggered over like that?"

"Because there's no need to pretend anymore. After tonight, everything will come to a conclusion."

Lin Jiashu walked in.

His words made Vermouth's heart tighten, and she felt a strong sense of tension—she understood what he meant, but she hadn't expected this day to come so soon.

Confined here, she hadn't noticed any news or commotion, but judging from the other party's current appearance, everything was probably proceeding as planned.

Lin Jiashu walked up to her.

"That's why I came to find you."

"It's the final moment now. Do you want to come with me? To witness... the final fireworks."

His voice was very calm.

But his words made Vermouth's pupils shrink. She looked at his outstretched hand, and his quiet, gentle voice seemed amplified infinitely in her ears:

"The era of Karasuma Renya, Rum's ambition... our future, everything, will come to an end tonight."

He gazed into Vermouth's eyes, as if trying to see into the deepest part of her soul's choice:

"In this final moment, I need your strength, Vermouth."

Vermouth stared at him, countless images flashing through her mind—the shadow of the organization, Karasuma Renya's control, Rum's coercion, the dangerous scheming of the man before her and the only faint hope she could see... and the unexpected yet irreplaceable life in her womb.

She remained silent for a long time, and only the soft breathing of the two of them could be heard in the room.

Finally, she placed her hand on Lin Jiashu's hand.

—From the very beginning, she had no room to refuse.

Seeing the smile that appeared on his face, a cold and beautiful curve slowly appeared on her lips, like a poisonous flower blooming on the edge of a cliff.

"make a deal."

Chapter 120: Rum's Pursuit

Deep in the mansion

Mezzo knelt on one knee, and in front of her was a baby with a somber face.

—Karasuma Renya.

He opened his eyes, which were completely at odds with his age. There was no childlike innocence in those eyes, only the gloom and rage that had settled over half a century, as well as a bit of madness driven to desperation.

He could not speak, but his eyes conveyed everything.

Mezzo lowered his head:

"Sir, the defenses inside the mansion are no longer sufficient to guarantee your safety. According to our contingency plan, I will escort you to safety immediately via the Snake Path."

Karasuma Renya's pupils contracted slightly.

A hint of humiliation flashed in his eyes—he had been forced to flee his own lair like a stray dog!

But Mezzo was right.

In the end, he had no choice but to nod.

With permission granted, Mezzo did not delay any longer.

She quickly secured the shockproof case used to house Karasuma Renya to a specially designed carrying frame, ensuring its stability.

She then walked to a seemingly solid wall in the secret room and pressed several hidden mechanisms in a specific rhythm.

The wall silently slid open a crack just wide enough for one person to pass through, revealing a narrow staircase leading downwards into the darkness, exuding an air of antiquity.

“Let’s go, sir.”

Mezo gave the weapons one last check, then took Karasuma Renya with him and stepped into the darkness without hesitation.

The wall quietly closed behind her, isolating her from the gunfire and noise of the outside world, leaving only the sound of her steady footsteps and the suppressed, faint breathing of the baby in the backpack.

Shortly after Mezo disappeared into the secret passage with Karasuma Renya, the battle in the courtyard suddenly escalated!

The intense fighting, which had been concentrated in the direction of the main house, suddenly erupted from two flanks.

"Enemy attack! East courtyard wall!"

"There are some on the west side too! Quite a few people!"

Rum's men issued an urgent warning over the communications channel.

Suddenly, the hidden door in the east courtyard wall was smashed open, and a team appeared and launched an attack. These were the guards that Karasuma Renya had assigned to the other two mansions. Realizing that the main house had been invaded, they were a step too late because they had not received orders from Mesa. At this moment, they acted in unison and began to storm the main house in an attempt to eliminate the intruders.

Almost simultaneously, another team of guards emerged from the path connecting the warehouse on the west side. As soon as they appeared, they used heavy firepower to suppress the scene, and some of them rushed towards Rum's C team, who were cutting the entrance to the underground passage!

"Stop them! Don't let them get near the entrance to the passage!"

In an instant, the battle in the courtyard transformed from an orderly clearing into a brutal close-quarters melee—

Bullets whizzed through the courtyard, and the sounds of grenades exploding echoed one after another.

The reinforcements that followed employed extremely brutal methods of protection.

As suicide squad members, these guys fought with exceptional ferocity, even going so far as to detonate grenades and perish together with Rum's men.

"Die!!" A guard, despite being shot, still roared as he tackled an enemy and plunged a dagger into the man's neck.

The fierce hand-to-hand combat and close-quarters firefights abruptly halted the assault team's advance, and casualties began to rise sharply.

Even the helicopters circling overhead dared not easily use their onboard machine guns to strafe because the two sides involved in the battle were too mixed together.

However, in the command vehicle, far from the fire at the mansion, Rum, observing the interior of the mansion through the cameras carried by his men, did not show any anger at the sudden and fierce counterattack and melee in the courtyard. Instead, he grinned.

(Has the evacuation already begun? Karasuma Renya...)

He could see clearly that the two reinforcements that followed were not there to repel the invaders, but rather to create chaos and draw attention at any cost.

Rum tapped his fingers lightly on the control panel.

He never expected to find Karasuma Renya's exact location easily; the mansion was like a rat hole full of traps.

But now, the unusually fierce reaction of the mansion's internal defenses, as if they were risking their lives to draw fire, only confirmed one thing for him—

Karasuma Renya has already begun to move, and what remains in the mansion are nothing but expendable pawns and smokescreens.

Realizing this, Rum's single eye flashed with a determined, cold light, and a sinister smile spread across his lips.

One piece of information that Vermouth had provided earlier struck him as particularly interesting.

The three mansions are arranged in a triangular formation. Karasuma Renya will randomly move to one of them at random times. In most cases, the people inside the three mansions will not know which one he is in.

This also means that Karasuma Renya would not use the open route to move between the mansions, but rather the secret passages—which also means that the secret passages of the three mansions are interconnected.

Now, the guards of the other two mansions have almost all come out to "defend" the main house, fighting to the death with their men in the courtyard.

In other words, the defensive forces on the other two sides are very weak.

"Notify the reserve team to immediately infiltrate the other two auxiliary buildings, focusing on searching for any unusual structures and hidden passages. Report any suspicious entrances immediately, but do not venture inside without authorization."

Rum quickly gave the order into the communicator while standing up.

He was about to take action.

As he and a few men moved silently, like shadows, across the edge of the battlefield and approached one of the mansions, he took out another encrypted phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang a few times before being answered, and a woman's lazy, laughing voice came through: "Hello~ so urgent?"

"You're a professional."

Rum's voice was low, yet carried an undeniable pressure: "I came to you because I trust your abilities. Don't let me down; our time is running out."

"Oh, don't be so serious."

Fujiko Mine chuckled on the other end of the phone, "Haste makes waste."

"Stop talking nonsense, did you find it or not?!"

Rum and his men had already infiltrated the western mansion. As expected, the guards were sparse, and any sporadic resistance was quickly eliminated.

"Um……"

Fujiko Mine drew out her words, as if carefully confirming, "It seems... we've found it."

"Location!"

Rum was invigorated.

Fujiko Mine reported her exact location.