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

Chianti weaved through the traffic with incredible agility.

Her eyes were full of madness, and her boots almost pressed the accelerator to the floor. The strong push on his back forced Cohen to hold on to the handrail on the roof.

"If we keep going, we'll almost reach the suburbs! What on earth does Cointreau want to do?"

"I don't know, but he told us to follow him—"

"Hey, easy!"

After all, Chianti was driving a sports car, and as snipers they were not exposed, so even though they started a lot later, they gradually caught up with Lin Jiashu and the others.

The zoo killer is still in pursuit.

There were SUVs, cars, and even motorcycles, and the Hummers driven by Vodka roared along the road. Chianti even saw a motorcyclist rushing to the same position as the driver's seat, firing a submachine gun at the cab from a few meters away.

The bullets from the submachine gun shattered the surface of the bulletproof glass, and the dense cracks made the entire piece of glass obscured vision.

However, Vodka reacted quickly. He turned the steering wheel decisively. However, at the moment when the Hummer was about to tilt to the right, the motorcyclist turned the front of the car to avoid it.

From the other side, a car also caught up, and its driver was madly pouring bullets towards this side.

"Where are Chianti and the others?"

"Behind you, do you want us to take action?" Chianti's voice came from the headset.

"The time is just right... Fifteen seconds left. You'd better pass us and get ahead now. Vodka, cut to the leftmost lane."

"ha?!"

“15…14…13….”

Listening to the countdown coming from the headset, Chianti's hands on the steering wheel couldn't help but tighten. She changed gears quickly to increase the speed. The black sports car under her suddenly burst into a violent roar and turned into a black lightning and rushed out.

The sudden outburst of the strange sports car made the group of killers secretly alert, and some of the more sensitive ones shot at the sports car at the first moment... However, Chianti didn't care about so many things now. The countdown of Cointreau sounded like a death warrant in her ears. She tensed her whole body and stepped on the accelerator with all her strength, and successfully overtook the Hummer when Lin Jiashu's countdown reached the 8th second.

At this time, Vodka had already switched the car to the leftmost lane.

“8.....7.....6--”

Vodka's hands, which were gripping the steering wheel, were covered with sweat. Although Tequila didn't understand why, he covered his right hand which was shot and said nothing.

Gin gripped his gun tightly and focused his attention to the limit, trying to capture every movement around him - suddenly, he noticed that the large advertising light box on the road ahead was shaking!

"5"

A black Dodge Viper led the way, followed closely by a heavy Hummer.

Under the powerful push back feeling brought by the roar of the engine, the people in the car could hardly pay attention to the gunshots coming from outside the car... Only Lin Jiashu's quiet countdown seemed to be detached and was not affected at all.

"4"

As Gin's pupils shrank, the large advertising light box collapsed.

Without any extra movement, the connected wires collapsed onto the road with a flash of fire - in the rightmost lane ahead, a large timber transport truck suddenly turned the steering wheel to avoid it.

"3"

At the same time, the iron chains used to restrain the logs on the transport vehicle were suddenly broken, and large logs began to fall due to the inertia of high-speed driving.

boom! Boom boom! !

The falling logs bounced on the road, and the dull sound when they landed was as violent as hitting a person's heart. Vodka almost subconsciously wanted to step on the brakes, but Lin Jiashu's calm countdown from the back seat made him grit his teeth and step on the accelerator with a numb scalp.

The veins in Gin's hand gripping the gun were bulging as he stared intently at the logs bouncing and rolling towards him. In his vision, which seemed to slow down, he could clearly feel the vibrations transmitted through the car body and see the wood chips flying as the logs hit the ground.

A heavy log narrowly "brushed past" the Hummer, and Gin's gaze followed it to the right window. In the slow-motion vision, he saw Lin Jiashu, who was sitting on his right, indifferently reset the countdown to zero on his watch... At the same time, the front windshield of the off-road vehicle that appeared outside Lin Jiashu's window was pierced straight by the large log, and the driver and gunman in the cab turned into a bloody mist in an instant.

The log pierced through the front and rear windows of the SUV, and the bloody and fleshy fragments at the end splashed onto the road behind.

But this is just the beginning.

Behind the SUV, most of the vehicles noticed the rolling logs and their subconscious braking and lane changes caused the entire traffic situation to become a mess.

A car was hastily changing lanes at high speed when a rolling log hit its wheels and threw it off the road, completely losing its balance and flipping over.

At the same time, a car braked suddenly but was unable to stop in time before hitting a log. Under the huge potential energy, the whole car suddenly flipped forward and crashed to the ground.

The motorcyclist was terrified as he was weaving through the car accidents and rolling logs around him. However, as he was swaying violently from side to side in order to avoid the obstacles, his car fell over and he was thrown out. His head hit another car that was hit by a rolling log, breaking his cervical vertebrae.

Obstacles such as large rolling logs and a series of car accidents have made the entire highway a mess.

The next second, the fuel tank of one of the vehicles might have shattered, and the sparks from the flying car debris would have ignited... BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!

The explosion caused a burst of flames.

And there's more than one place.

Looking in the rearview mirror at the tires that had been blown high into the air and then rolled to the ground, everyone was at a loss for words. However, at this moment, Lin Jiashu's voice rang out again:

"5...4...3..."

besides! ?

Vodka, who had already stepped on the brakes to stop, looked terrified, and Tequila was sweating all over.

Gin remained silent, waiting for the moment when Lin Jiashu's countdown reached zero.

----------boom!!!!!!!!!

The extremely violent explosion almost tore the eardrums of several people.

The huge impact and the flames shooting into the sky were breathtaking. Even though everyone was more than 200 meters away from the center of the chain reaction accident, the impact of the explosion still shook the entire Hummer.

"Is...is it the tanker truck from before?"

Tequila stuttered a little.

Lin Jiashu put down his watch, his dark eyes were as calm as a dead lake.

He looked forward again.

"Aren't you leaving? No one should be able to catch up with us."

"..."

The sound of Chianti swallowing hard could be heard through the headset.

"By the way, Mr. Vodka, I'll give you back the gun."

120

Chapter 120: Jundu, you are not suffering from schizophrenia, are you?

"hiss!!!"

The bullet was removed from the arm through surgery, followed by disinfection and bandaging. Even a strong man like Tequila couldn't help but turn pale after going through the entire process.

But he probably had his own strong position to consider, and although he kept taking a deep breath, he didn't say a word.

The person who treated his gunshot wound was Cohen.

"Don't underestimate Cohen because he's good at taking lives. He's also pretty good at treating gunshot wounds."

It was Chianti who spoke.

After listening to this, Lin Jiashu just said softly, "Is that so?", but his calm and leisurely expression did not seem surprising.

--This place is the organization's safe house.

From the outside, it is just an ordinary high-end apartment, except that the lighting is a little dim and it contains a lot of guns, ammunition and emergency medicines.

Vodka was working on the computer next to him.

He hacked into various surveillance cameras and observed his surroundings while monitoring the reaction to tonight's actions:

"The police and the military are searching everywhere for us and the killers... Hehe, but I've deleted all the footage related to us."

"Well done."

Gin said.

He also stood in front of the computer and looked at it for a while, then looked at Lin Jiashu: "We have to wait until we have monitored the police's investigation results and confirmed that it is safe before leaving here."

"Oh, I have no objection."

Lin Jiashu responded and sat down on the sofa with a calm expression.

He took out the book he had not finished reading tonight from his arms and began to read it by himself.

“…”

Gin looked at him for a moment.

Lin Jiashu was very quiet, and his expression was calm as he leisurely read. Gin could not read any emotion from his black eyes... They were gloomy and deep, and with his hair combed completely back, he looked ruthless and indifferent.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"You, aren't you suffering from schizophrenia?" Gin is a man who speaks his mind.

“…”

Lin Jiashu paused as he was about to turn the page.

Vodka was so frightened that his typing froze. He looked at his elder brother in horror - wouldn't asking this make Cointreau angry?

He had found it terrifying when he saw Cointreau killing people in the past, and Vodka was still terrified when he personally experienced the scene he had set up a few hours ago - you know, the distance between them and that horrific accident and explosion was probably just one brake from him.

Didn't you see that Chianti is much quieter than usual? Even Tequila isn't shouting "Brother" anymore.

However, Gin was not a person who could read the air, and he looked at Lin Jiashu calmly.

After a brief silence,

".....I'm mentally normal, I'm just a little tired now."

As Lin Jiashu said this, he showed a gentle smile that was no different from his usual one.

It turned out to be the case.

Planning this accident required so much calculation, so your brain and spirit feel exhausted?

Gin got an answer that he could accept.

At this point, even he had to admit how terrifying Cointreau was... He had anticipated and planned this accident in advance. Gin couldn't imagine what kind of brain was needed to achieve such a level of calculation.

After all, when he encountered this "accident" in the car, even he could not have predicted how the scene would develop.

--If there is such an art in killing, then this guy Cointreau is probably the greatest artist.

And his subtle personality changes were also explained in Gin's eyes: I'm afraid that Cointreau's current appearance is his true character... It's just because his brain is too tired, and he is unable to maintain the "personality" he usually pretends to be.

He simply took the book from Lin Jiashu's hand.

"stop looking."

“…”

"Chianti, go get some glucose for Cointreau."

"what?"

Chianti pointed at himself, looking incredulous.

But before she could react and speak, Lin Jiashu looked at her and said, "Thank you for your help, Chianti."

“…Tsk, alright!”

Chianti got up and went to make the glucose.

Cohen paused as he bandaged Tequila, then continued as if nothing had happened. Suddenly, Tequila hissed forcefully, "Be gentle, Cohen!"

"Oh."

Cohen slowed down his movements.

Chianti quickly brought the glucose water over. She placed the water in front of Lin Jiashu without hesitation, but she didn't tease him like before and ask if he wanted her to feed him.

Lin Jiashu tasted it and found it a little too sweet...

It was already around two o'clock in the morning, close to three o'clock, and Lin Jiashu decided to lie down on the sofa and take a nap... No one said anything to him, and the only person left in the safe house was Vodka typing on the keyboard, but his movements seemed to have become much lighter.

Time flows slowly.

When Lin Jiashu opened his eyes again, it was already morning.

Chianti was lying on another sofa, while Cohen was sitting on the sofa chair and seemed to be sleeping... Only Gin was sitting there, constantly pressing his phone, probably typing a text message or something.