Chapter 76 Xinyang and the others are plunging headlong into the sun.

Kitagawa Ryusei fought his way in, and at this point, no one dared to stop him.

Compared to them, the young man in front of them seemed more like a cold-blooded killer.

Those who still had their senses trembled and went weak, not daring to take a single step forward. The men in black, who moved only when ordered by Gin, remained motionless.

Blood seeped from the outside of the shoe onto the surface.

Only Furuya Rei did not perceive any danger.

The air around him was thick with the smell of rust. Kitagawa Ryusei looked like someone pulled from a pool of blood. The veins on his hand holding the dagger were bulging, and his palm was clenched so tightly that it was white. Yet, when he helped me up, he had little strength.

Karasuma Renya, the researcher, Gin... and all the other scattered members of the organization disappeared from the young man's attention at this moment.

At this moment, Kitagawa Ryusei no longer concealed anything, and Furuya Rei felt someone pull him out of the operating chair and the tangled red and blue wires.

The familiar embrace was a little warm, and the breath on my ear was hot.

"Ryuu."

Rei Furuya raised his hand, his throat, which hadn't had water in a long time, low and hoarse, as he struggled to make a sound.

"..."

He whispered, "I heard the sound of your tears falling on my clothes."

Kitagawa Ryusei did not respond.

Rei Furuya rested his chin on the young man's shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "But you look more disheveled than me..."

Kitagawa Ryusei's eyelashes trembled suddenly. There was no intense emotion in her eyes, but with each blink, a crystal-clear, round teardrop slid down her cheek.

The blond youth slumped limply to his sides, barely holding on, on the verge of losing consciousness.

Kitagawa Ryusei opened his mouth, but couldn't hear his own voice choked with emotion: "...I'm sorry."

Because of his blind arrogance, believing that he had everything under control.

He came so late.

Rei Furuya wanted to say something, but he couldn't muster the energy and could only remain silent.

Karasuma Renya struggled to the side, the items in her hands falling to the ground with a sound, her thin, caterpillar-like eyes wide open with all her might.

This was the most violent movement he could make.

The sound made Kitagawa Ryusei look up, and his expression suddenly changed.

This was the first time he had taken Karasuma Renya seriously since he came in.

Even the word "withered" is insufficient to describe the person before me.

Ryusei Kitagawa has always believed that there is no true aging and death in the world. “Dying of old age” is actually a death caused by organ dysfunction, weakened immunity, pain and disease.

The older you get, the more painful this process becomes.

Karasuma Renya could no longer be described as old; he had lived for so long that his body seemed to have reached another stage of human development.

All his joints were worn down and unable to bear weight, and he lay on the bed like a piece of boneless meat. Karasuma Renya's skin was dry and withered, wrinkled and separated from his flesh and bones, looking as if it could crumble at the slightest touch.

Why live on when you're already suffering so much, using other people's lives to prolong your own?

Kitagawa Ryusei couldn't suppress the rage in his eyes; his killing intent never wavered.

Karasuma Renya met his gaze, his murky eyes revealing the same murderous intent.

The old man, who had been a powerful figure for most of his life, no longer showed any joy in his eyes; instead, there was only a terrifying glint in them.

It was steeped in jealousy and hatred.

With so many people, not a single one could stop Kitagawa Ryusei.

He just stared at him, watching as the man, like a god of death, broke through layers of protection and drew closer and closer to him.

At this moment, Karasuma Renya was like a piece of meat on a chopping board, completely at the mercy of others. Even Gin wasn't confident he could save her at such close range.

He glared at everything, knowing full well that he couldn't live without the machines around him that sustained him.

Junelek was struck by a gunshot and fell to the ground, his blood slowly flowing out and pooling beneath him.

If only he had known about this person sooner.

If he possessed that power...

Tyrannical thoughts took hold of Karasuma Renya's mind.

“Gin…” Tiny water droplets gathered on the damaged ventilator, then flowed down.

Karasuma Renya's fingertips twitched, his gaze filled with malice: "Kill Bourbon."

"Jianggu Ling..."

Where the blond youth couldn't see, Kitagawa Ryusei's gaze remained unchanged, but when he met Karasuma Renya's eyes, a chilling smile appeared on his face.

His voice remained gentle: "Close your eyes."

Don't be afraid.

As if sensing something, Furuya Rei's gray-purple eyes widened, and he hugged himself tightly.

Bang--

In an instant, the bullet left the barrel, but the deafening gunshot disappeared without a trace.

Everything was put on pause.

The space trembled silently, the air was sucked out in an instant, and no sound could be heard.

Sound, space, time—all intangible things converged on the youth in the center like galloping horses, condensing into a singularity of infinitesimal density.

Only absolute silence remained, a soundless void in the chaos.

[Special Ability - Trayastrimsa Heaven.]

The dagger slipped from his hand and fell silently to the ground. Kitagawa Ryusei lowered his head, letting himself sink into the familiar scent.

The point that had been gathered suddenly loosened.

All the power accumulated within broke free of the chains and surged outwards in an instant, as if devouring the world!

The blinding light stole everything from sight, like a giant blade that had grown its own consciousness, suddenly piercing into every corner, and layers of dark shadows vanished upon contact with the light.

The bloodstains on the ground instantly became scalding hot, rolling into droplets of blood that evaporated into a mist of blood.

Every speck of dust was burning hot.

After an unknown amount of time, hearing finally returned to Rei Furuya.

Roaring and howling, with the sound of a great bell, it shook the chaos like a sharp axe, pouring in the air that nurtures all things.

The heatwave that shattered all logic blew everything away, and he saw everything being reassembled from the ashes.

This force rippled outwards, creating a distorted shape in space.

Rei Furuya tightened his grip, pulling the person in his arms close to his body, the only sound the beating of his heart beneath his palms.

The persistent buzzing made him unable to hear his own voice.

He closed his eyes: "Before I woke up, I dreamt that Ryusei said 'I love you'."

"I want to tell you, me too."

*

In Tottori, the night was oppressive, broken only by the sounds of gunfire and footsteps.

"Don't move!"

"Put the gun down! Put your hands behind your head!"

The last explosion-proof security door was finally breached, and Morofushi Kagemitsu was the first to break in, shouting loudly.

The assault team members, dressed in different uniforms, followed in unison, quickly raising their guns and aiming them at the directions in which the enemy might retaliate.

Within minutes, the police had also cleared the last floor of the Tottori base of danger and completely taken control.

Deep within the base, a massive computer operates silently.

Technicians hurried over a pile of spent cartridge cases and past rows of men in black being escorted.

"This is the core information we're looking for, and it largely matches the email content, corroborating each other!"

The words were like a heavy hammer falling to the ground, and everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

Even Shuichi Akai's expression softened; he seemed about to take a cigarette from his pocket, but then thought better of it and put his hand down.

Everyone looked at each other, wanting to burst out laughing.

But all that joy and excitement was stuck in his chest, and all he could see were pairs of red-rimmed eyes.

Evidence of the organization's crimes, concealed for nearly half a century or more, stands silently in the underground safe layer, flashing with deep blue and blood red light when in operation.

At this moment, Morofushi Kagemitsu finally felt the reality of everything settling down.

"Alright everyone, be careful to protect the evidence, set up the cordon!" he shouted.

Kazami Yuya is interrogating arrested criminals and searching for Karasuma Renya's whereabouts. As the second person in charge of the project, Morofushi Kagemitsu is receiving good news from police forces across the country.

"Reporting to the National Police Agency, Toyama is back in position. Mission accomplished!"

"Report! Kagawa, back to base!"

"This is Osaka. The organization's base has been breached."

Even though the black-clad organization had a premonition, the police's counterattack was still like a sharp sword, sweeping away all defenses and defeating the organization's members.

“Reporting to the National Police Agency, this is the Nagano Prefectural Police Station. I am Takaaki Morofushi, the head of the action team.”

"..."

The sound, which he hadn't heard in a long time, suddenly entered his ears, and Morofushi Kagemitsu paused for a moment as he walked out.

His tranquil blue cat eyes flickered slightly. He cleared his throat and said seriously, "Report on your situation."

Nagano Prefecture.

A handsome man with a small mustache stood on a high point, with the breached organization's base spread out before him. His voice was serious: "Everything went smoothly. All the enemies have been captured."

After a few breaths, he finally heard the commander's response.

"...Well done."

This time, Morofushi Takaaki did not point out that his reply was not rigorous or formal enough.

He sighed with a mixture of emotion and relief: "You too."

Yamato Kansuke, who was closest to the man, rubbed his eyes and saw that his partner's demeanor had softened, as if he had become a different person.

He couldn't help but step forward and ask, "How is it?"

The communication hadn't ended, and the voices of others shouting Morofushi Kagemitsu could be heard. Morofushi Takaaki's blue suit was still impeccably tailored, except that his trouser cuffs and white gloves were still covered in dust from the scene.

He looked up and said, "The first rays of dawn change the old winds, and the new sun replaces the old shadows."

Yamato Kansuke stood still, waiting for the next explanation.

Zhu Fu Gaoming walked down the high slope and slowly patted his partner on the shoulder: "It's almost dawn."

...

"Little Zhufu! He's here!"

The urgent call drew Morofushi Kagemitsu's attention away from the communicator. He looked up and saw Hagiwara Kenji jumping and waving his hands in the distance, shouting.

The black-haired youth, clutching his helmet and wearing a 20-kilogram bomb suit, was still able to jump several inches off the ground, as if afraid that Morofushi Kagemitsu wouldn't notice him.

Putting the communicator back in his pocket, Morofushi Kagemitsu strode over and, without Hagiwara Kenji saying a word, said decisively, "Once we're done here, let's go back to Tokyo."

Kenji Hagiwara quickly kicked off his bomb suit, handed it to the team members behind him, and hurriedly followed: "Squad leader and Jinpei are on their way too. I sent them the location!"

...

Even by Shinkansen, it takes five hours to get back to Tokyo from Tottori.

The four people rushed back from different places without stopping to rest for even a minute.

By the time they met up at Tokyo Station, it was almost dawn.

Finally, Kenji Hagiwara drove, pushing the limits of traffic regulations and showcasing all his skills on the road.

In the middle of nowhere, a private car recklessly sped toward an unknown destination.

As they got closer and closer to the target red dot, almost overlapping, half of the abandoned factory appeared in the distance.

"It's right up ahead! That car belongs to Zero!"

"There they are! Two people!"

Without saying a word, the four men jumped out of the car and rushed over to surround them.

Only when they saw the two men supporting each other walking along the roadside did they truly feel relieved.

Neither of them had any obvious injuries, and Furuya Rei looked to be in much better condition than Kitagawa Ryusei.

They rarely showed their exhaustion on their faces; they looked like they would collapse to the ground if they took another step.

Fortunately, it's still alive and kicking.

Rei Furuya gripped Ruki Kitagawa's arm tightly, and even managed to raise his voice in surprise: "What are you doing here?!"

Kitagawa Ryusei wasn't surprised: "Kenji put a locator on me before we came out." He just hadn't expected these guys to come alone without bringing anything.

They're even more arrogant than me.

Kenji Hagiwara looked left and right, avoiding eye contact with them, and chuckled, "...So Ryusei knew."

The curly-haired youth wasn't guilty at all. His gaze lingered on the two men's disheveled appearance, especially Kitagawa Ryusei's tattered beggar-like outfit. He demanded, "Isn't it because you two are always causing trouble?"

Date Wataru looked around warily: "Where are the enemies? Have they all been dealt with?"

They didn't mention a word about the anxiety and silence they felt on their way here; they just wanted to make sure the two people were alright.

Rei Furuya brought it up himself: "Renya Karasuma... he's dead, he's down there."

Kitagawa Ryusei added, "And Gin."

Morofushi Kagemitsu was somewhat surprised, but only for a moment. He opened the car door and said gently but firmly, "Someone will handle it."

"Now, both of you, get to the hospital!"

...

...

After graduation, Kenji Hagiwara changed cars quite a few times, but each time he would subconsciously choose the one that could seat six people.

Although the six seats are rarely actually filled.

So much so that every time Matsuda Jinpei looked at the empty back of the train, he would yawn and tease his childhood friend a little.

Hagi-chan, who prides herself on being sophisticated and mature, is actually the most childish one among them.

They were the only ones driving on the highway.

The sky in the distance was turning a pale white, and at the end of the straight road were light clouds.

They are plunging headfirst into the sun.

Kenji Hagiwara kept the car moving at a steady pace, pointed ahead, and turned back to ask the others to look up.

"Shh-"

Matsuda Jinpei gestured with his chin towards the back of his head.

This time, the carriage behind me was packed full.

In the rearview mirror.

The two guys in the last row were sleeping soundly, heads touching.

They didn't even realize that a sliver of light was shining on them.