[Fake Identities + No CP + Pure Gray + Clones + Original Organization + Frail Buff + Doesn't follow original cases but follows the main plot]
A well-known piano composer from Blue Star...
Chapter 329 Can't Keep Up with the Little Madman's Thought Process
Berry, who was assigned to a suitable sniping location, searched inside the moving vehicle, preparing to find Shuichi Akai as quickly as possible.
FBI agents cautiously got out of their car, remaining alert to their surroundings.
After everyone except the driver got out of the car, the man wearing a black knitted hat suddenly sharpened his eyes, "There's an ambush here!"
The moment he spoke, bullets from Gin and the others were already flying towards them.
Many members suffered horrific injuries, with bloody holes appearing on their foreheads before they even finished hearing what he said.
Realizing the direction from which the bullet was coming, Shuichi Akai quickly hid behind the car, but at the same time, the red dot of the sniper rifle landed on his forehead.
He tilted his head, and the bullet narrowly missed his hat before striking the car's bulletproof glass.
Berry narrowed his eyes, calmly and quickly adjusted, anticipated his movements, and fired another shot at Shuichi Akai.
With a soft thud, the bullet pierced his arm.
Shuichi Akai frowned almost imperceptibly and glanced toward where Berry was.
Seeing that the other party had avoided her sniping range, Berry clicked her tongue and switched her target to the other FBI members.
During the one-sided standoff between the two, Bertrand excitedly fired his specially made gun wildly in that direction, but every single bullet hit its mark, and some even managed to veer off course and fly towards Shuichi Akai at close range.
Akai Shuichi:......
Gin and Bourbon couldn't help but glance at the gun in his hand again.
Bertrand glanced at them, stopped pulling the trigger, raised his eyebrows happily, and then waved the two white guns at them. "How about it? Qin-chan and Bo-chan, want to try it out?"
Gin glanced at the butterfly painted on the gun, then calmly looked away. "I might try it if you remove the butterfly."
Bertrand pursed his lips, fired the last bullets from both guns, and muttered under his breath, "Yeah, as expected of Koto-chan, she's been found out."
This "coo coo" is at a level that Gin can hear.
Gin: ...
With a wave of his hand, Bertrand glanced around and saw that apart from the few FBI members who had entered the ruins to protect Fujii Kayu, almost everyone outside was dead, with only a few injured members struggling and Akai Shuichi remaining.
He pulled a small cannon-like object out of his bag, and Gin and Bourbon watched in disbelief as he stuffed the two white guns into it and fired them at the FBI agents and Shuichi Akai respectively.
Bourbon: ?
Who would turn a gun into a bomb?
Gin: ...
Forget it, I can't keep up with this crazy person's thought process.
Boom—Boom—
Two explosions rang out in succession, and the FBI agents who had been struggling finally got their permanent leave.
Although Shuichi Akai was injured in the explosion, the impact was not significant, and he would recover quickly with the help of the World Consciousness.
Under the cover of thick fog, the last two FBI agents took Fujii Kayu back to their car and immediately drove away.
"Captain! How are you?!" The FBI agent in the co-pilot's seat turned to Shuichi Akai, who was still conscious despite suffering two gunshot wounds and an blast injury, and asked.
"This time it was my oversight." Akai Shuichi's expression was stern as he frowned slightly, clutching the gunshot wound on his shoulder.
"You should stop the bleeding first." Fujii Kayou glanced at him, her brows furrowed and her eyes slightly narrowed.