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

In this cramped and dimly lit environment, Rum's men were actually suppressed to this extent by her alone.

The passageway fell silent for a time, save for the suppressed groans of the wounded and the heavy breathing of the others.

In the dim light, Rum's face looked extremely grim.

He glanced at the box not far away, then at the dark direction where Mezo had disappeared. For the first time, his one eye was tinged with not only greed but also a deep sense of apprehension.

This Mezo is much more troublesome than I imagined.

"She's all alone! Ammunition is limited!"

"Don't give her a chance to breathe! Alternate cover, advance steadily! Watch your step and the walls!"

The men regrouped, forming a more cautious search formation, and pressed forward step by step toward the area where Mezo had last disappeared into the shadows.

Their every step trodden on the gravel and dust, producing a faint sound that was amplified infinitely in the deathly silent passage.

The air was so thick it felt like you could wring water out of it, and everyone's nerves were stretched to their limit.

"On the right!"

Rum's voice suddenly rang out.

The moment everyone instinctively looked to the right, a dark figure suddenly sprang up from the shadows on the left, not from the front, but from the side, and lunged at a member at the edge of the group who was instinctively looking to the right.

It was Mezzo!

She moved with astonishing speed, almost disappearing into silhouette in the dim light.

The subordinate who was ambushed reacted incredibly quickly upon hearing the commotion, instantly turning his gun around. But Mezo was even faster—she didn't fire to reveal her position, but instead, at extremely close range, delivered a precise kick to the man's wrist!

Click!

A clear cracking sound was accompanied by a muffled groan as the man's gun flew out of his hand.

But just as Mezo was about to finish off his opponent, another figure suddenly appeared at an equally fast angle, a flash of cold light, aiming straight for Mezo's throat!

It's Curaçao!

She had been lurking to the side and rear of the team, ready to deal with any unexpected situation. When she saw an opportunity, she did not hesitate to strike, her tactical dagger whistling through the air.

Mezo's pupils contracted slightly, and at the critical moment, she jerked back, the tip of the dagger grazing her chin and drawing a thin line of blood.

With a flick of her right hand, she somehow also grasped a jet-black dagger, parrying Curaçao's second thrust that followed.

The next moment, a crisp and rapid metallic clang rang out in the passage, and sparks flew between the two sharp blades.

Curaçao and Mezzo were locked in a fierce battle, their movements so fast it was dazzling.

Rum's face darkened at this point: "Be careful to pinpoint the location of the commands; this guy can change his voice."

At this point, Curaçao had no time to spare.

She knew very well that Rum's fate was sealed; Cointreau would not let him leave alive... So now, all that remained were the female guard in front of her and the baby in the box—this was her final enemy as Curaçao!

Once I kill them, I can stand in the sunlight and be free!

However, the moment they clashed, Curaçao's heart sank. Mezzo's close-quarters combat skills were far more formidable than she had imagined.

Every block by his opponent was perfectly timed, and his counterattacks were smooth and effortless; every thrust was cunning and ruthless, aimed directly at vital points, forcing Curaçao to retreat repeatedly and put him on the defensive.

Mezzo's cold face even revealed a hint of cruel appreciation. As she attacked like a storm, she said in a chilling voice that only the two of them could hear, "Not bad... Curaçao, I know you. Too bad, a brainwashed wretch."

Curaçao gritted her teeth and did not respond, focusing all her attention on the dangerous dagger duel, trying to find a weakness in her opponent.

But Mezo's defense was like an iron wall, and his attacks were like a tidal wave, making her feel increasingly pressured. Her arms were numb from the impact, and her breathing became rapid.

"Surround her! Don't let her escape!"

Rum's sharp shout broke the stalemate.

Seeing that Curaçao was being suppressed, he was shocked and furious, and immediately gave an order.

The remaining men immediately surrounded them from different directions, pointing their guns at the battle, but the two figures moved too fast to lock onto Mezzo for a moment.

Mezo glanced at the approaching enemies out of the corner of his eye, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

She suddenly changed tactics, no longer engaging Curaçao in combat, but instead ducked low and thrust her dagger towards Curaçao's abdomen like a venomous snake, forcing Curaçao to jump back and dodge.

Taking advantage of the moment, Mezzo pushed off with her feet, not retreating, but crashing into one of Rum's men who was closest to her and trying to aim!

The man hadn't expected Mezo to charge in the opposite direction. In his haste, he pulled the trigger, but the bullet hit nothing. Mezo slammed into his chest, his elbow slamming into his heart. At the same time, he swung his dagger in his left hand, slicing open the wrist of another enemy trying to fire from the side!

"what!"

Amidst screams, the two instantly lost their fighting ability.

But this collision also temporarily pulled her out of close combat with Curaçao, exposing her to the guns of a third enemy!

"Die!" The man grinned maliciously and pulled the trigger.

However, at the moment the gun went off, Mezzo's body twisted to the side with incredible flexibility, the bullet grazing her ribs and leaving a trail of blood.

She let out a muffled groan, but her movements didn't stop at all. The dagger flew out of her hand and pierced straight into the shoulder of the shooter!

In a flash, Curaçao didn't miss the opportunity. In the instant that Mezzo hesitated slightly after throwing the dagger, she pounced again like a cheetah, the dagger aimed straight for Mezzo's back.

Mezzo only had time to barely turn to the side before the dagger plunged deep into the vicinity of her left shoulder blade, the intense pain causing her body to tremble.

"Successful!"

Just as a glimmer of hope rose in Curaçao's heart, he saw a fierce glint flash in Mezzo's eyes. Ignoring the dagger stuck in his back, Mezzo's right hand suddenly reached back and grabbed Curaçao's wrist holding the knife tightly. At the same time, his left foot kicked backward like a steel whip!

Curaçao was caught off guard and was kicked hard in the abdomen. He flew backward and crashed into the wall of the passage. His blood was churning and the dagger was left on Mezzo's back.

Mezo staggered, then suddenly pulled out the dagger from his back, drawing a spray of blood.

Her face was pale, but the coldness and murderous intent in her eyes were even more intense.

She slowly turned around, gripping the blood-stained dagger in her hand, like a wounded yet even more dangerous lioness.

Seeing this, Rum felt a chill creep into his heart.

To be able to become Karasuma Renya's guard captain, this guy's abilities are definitely no joke...

But his eyes became even more ruthless because of this. He could see very clearly that blood was gushing from the wound on Mezo's left shoulder, and although the sluggishness in his movements was barely perceptible, it was definitely there.

No matter how strong she is, she is still human; she bleeds and gets tired.

"She's injured, let's wear her down!"

Rum gave the order in a hoarse voice, but he himself quietly took half a step back, putting Curaçao and the remaining three men who were still able to fight in front of him.

Curaçao struggled to her feet from the wall, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, picked up a submachine gun that had fallen to the ground, changed the magazine, and, together with her three companions, slowly approached Mezzo in a semi-circle.

Da da da!

Bullets kept hitting the area where Mezzo was hiding, forcing her to roll and dodge between the limited cover.

Stone chips flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

Mezo occasionally manages to launch precise counterattacks during the gaps when her opponent reloads, but each time she leans out, she is met with even more intense firepower, and her space for counterattack is becoming increasingly limited.

"She's stalling for time!"

One of his men shouted, noticing that Mezzo's gaze kept glancing at the box that had been pushed into the corner.

"Send one person to get the box!"

Rum gave the order immediately.

Upon receiving the order, one of his men immediately attempted to flank the location of the box.

Mezo's eyes flashed with a cold light. Ignoring the bullets sweeping towards her, she suddenly leaped out from behind cover, a grenade now in her hand, the pin already removed!

"Watch out for grenades!" Curaçao warned sharply.

The henchman who tried to approach the box was terrified and immediately fell to the ground, while the others instinctively sought cover.

However, the grenade thrown by Mezo did not fly towards the crowd, but instead drew an arc and landed precisely at the entrance of the narrow passage leading to the box.

boom!

The shockwave and shrapnel from the explosion temporarily blocked the path to the box and also stirred up thicker smoke and dust.

Under the cover of the explosion and the smoke, Mezzo moved again!

Instead of retreating, she charged towards Rum's location.

Her target was clearly Rum!

Chapter 122: Karasuma Renya's Email

"Protect Lord Rum!"

Curaçao stood in front of Rum, his gun spitting fire.

Mezzo made extremely irregular and rapid changes of direction during her charge, bullets scattering sparks on the ground behind and beside her.

The wound on her left shoulder reopened due to the intense exercise, and two of the ricocheting bullets struck her thigh and side, respectively. Blood soaked half of her clothes, but her speed did not slow down at all; instead, it was accompanied by a desperate and tragic force.

Twenty meters!

Ten meters!

Five meters —

Just as she was about to rush into extremely close range where the gun would be ineffective, she suddenly stumbled—excessive blood loss and the new gunshot wound finally brought about a fatal moment.

Although she immediately forced herself to steady herself, that delay of less than half a second was enough for Curaçao.

Curaçao didn't fire. Instead, he abruptly dropped his gun, lunged forward again, and delivered a heavy side kick to Mezzo's injured left shoulder!

"Well--!"

The excruciating pain caused Mezo to groan, his body involuntarily tilting to the side.

At the same time, two other henchmen pounced from the side. One of them grabbed Mezzo's right hand holding the knife tightly, while the other smashed her head hard with the butt of his gun!

Mezzo bent her knees and lowered her head, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow. The butt of her gun slammed into her back, making her throat taste sweet. She roared, her right arm muscles bulging, and she forcefully threw off the person who was holding her arm. She stabbed the person in the abdomen with a backhand, but at the same time, her right rib was exposed.

Curaçao didn't let the opportunity pass; she suddenly struck the tendon on Mezzo's right arm, causing him to drop the dagger again.

Immediately afterwards, Curaçao grabbed Mezzo's arm, which was slightly stiff from pain and exhaustion, and slammed her violently onto the cold, hard ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

boom!

Dust flew everywhere.

Mezzo struggled to get up, but three military boots had already viciously stepped on her arms, shoulders, and injured legs, while cold gun barrels were pressed against her vital organs from different directions.

All of this happened extremely quickly.

The entire process, from her attempt to approach Rum to her complete subjugation, lasted only ten seconds.

After confirming that she was completely under control, Rum slowly walked forward.

He looked down at Mezo, who was pinned to the ground, his face covered in blood and dust, yet his eyes still held a defiant glint in his eyes, and a pleased, smug smile spread across his face.

Rum slowly crouched down, pulled out his gun, and pressed it against Mezzo's sweaty forehead with an insulting gesture.

"It's over, Mezzo."

Rum's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement, his single eye reflecting Mezzo's indomitable gaze. "Your loyalty, your skill, are truly admirable. But in the end, it was still my victory."

The cold touch of the gun barrel and the shadow of death felt so real.

Mezo was panting, but a faint, mocking smile played at the corners of his lips.

This mockery, like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, stirred up a considerable ripple in Rum's smug heart.

His grip on the gun tightened slightly involuntarily.

What is that woman laughing at?

When death is imminent, what's there to laugh about?

Is she bluffing or does she really have something to rely on?

Rum's single eye swept sharply across Mezzo's blood-stained yet unusually calm face, then quickly glanced at the quiet box not far away, a sudden unease welling up in his heart.

What are you laughing at?

Rum lowered his voice, his tone wary and angry. He knew there was no turning back now. "You think I wouldn't dare shoot? Or do you think someone will come to your rescue?"