There are no extra greetings, no long-lost greetings, in Ishikawa Hide's eyes...

Only Vermouth.

Among portable individual combat weapons, nothing can compare to the RPG rocket launcher.

The missile spun in the air, leaving a trail of smoke and heading straight for the pickup truck.

In a flash, Judy opened the car door, pulled Shuichi Akai into the car, and stepped on the accelerator!

squeak!

The Ford Mustang roared with all its might and retreated rapidly.

At the same time, Vermouth grabbed Gin and rushed to the bottom of the cliff, kicking Vodka over on the way.

This is not to harm him. When facing explosive weapons, lying down on the spot is the option with the highest survival rate.

boom!!!

The impact igniter was triggered, and in a ball of fire, the missile hit the pickup truck heavily. The 5 mm thick steel plate was instantly deformed and twisted, the flame ignited the fuel tank, and the explosion was deafening.

The pickup truck was blown away by the rage and fell off the cliff.

Gin and the others hid very quickly and barely escaped, but unfortunately Vodka...

He was hit by the explosion and a piece of iron was inserted into his leg, injuring the artery and causing blood to flow.

“Chianti, fight back!!!”

Gin pushed Vermouth away and shouted while fighting back with Beretta.

Chianti, who was hiding in the car, just popped his head out and reached out to grab Barrett's handle...

Da da da da!

Hundreds of bullets poured down like a violent storm, making it hard for people to breathe.

At the top of the cliff, Ishikawa Hide and his younger brothers, each holding an M3 submachine gun, fired at the same time with more than a dozen guns, and bullet casings fell to the ground with a clang.

They didn't care about the FBI, let alone the Ford Mustang that was driving away.

This is a...

A feast of revenge!

Gin and the others were completely unable to fight back and could only hide behind cover.

"Brother..."

Vodka was panting heavily, not daring to pull out the iron plate from his leg. His face was as pale as paper due to excessive blood loss.

"What shall we do?"