"Baka!"
Once Inspector Megure realized what was happening, he unleashed a torrent of profanities and led the counterattack.
The gunfire intensified, but at this distance, the power and accuracy of the pistols were like fireworks.
There was no sound from behind that small window.
"Shiratori, take some men up there! He can't escape!" In his desperation, Inspector Megure even stopped calling him "brother."
Without saying a word, Inspector Shiratori rushed back into the hotel.
Inspector Megure grabbed Kenzo Masuyama, who was trembling under the wheels of the car, and shoved him into the police car.
Only then did I have time to go see Yoruichi Toyama, who had collapsed beside me.
From one shoulder down, his suit and shirt were soaked in blood.
Unable to see where he had been shot, Inspector Megure could only shout loudly.
"Hey, Brother Yuanshan! Yuanshan!"
The guy raised his eyelids slightly in response.
"No...don't shake me...I think...I have a broken bone..."
"Ambulance! Call an ambulance!"
Inspector Megure shouted again.
But he could no longer hear.
...
Yoruichi Toyama had a very long dream.
He led a massive army into the winery headquarters.
On one side is Sailor Moon, and on the other is Ultraman.
A huge black shadow blocked their way; it was Vermouth, dressed in a cloak, with tentacles on its head, and dressed like Piccolo the Great Demon King.
"Hehehe!" She laughed loudly, "You good-for-nothings, go ahead and waste this!"
Yoruichi Toyama stepped out from the crowd and engaged her in hand-to-hand combat.
The battle lasted three days and three nights.
"Behold my Military Path Killing Fist!"
Absinthe suddenly changed its tactics.
Yoruichi Toyama was caught off guard, punched to the ground, and fell to the ground, filled with regret.
A beautiful figure rushed forward without hesitation.
"Yoruichi!"
"Akami?" Yoruichi Toyama cried out with all her might in the young woman's arms, "Avenge me......"
"Go find... Master Wu Tian... Only... a rice cooker can subdue... this demon..."
"..."
"...What nonsense is he spouting?"
From a distant place, I seemed to hear someone say this.
She even tapped him on the head.
Something seems... not quite right, Yoruichi Toyama thought.
He tried to open his eyes, but could only see blurry figures.
"Oh, right, Kotaro-kun..."
"Please apologize to him for me... It seems like the mission... is going to be impossible to complete..."
A pair of warm hands stroked his face very gently.
"Yoruichi, don't say anymore, you'll be alright..."
"Mingmei..."
This time, Yoruichi Toyama realized her mistake and was filled with remorse.
"I'm sorry..."
"Akami, I'm sorry..."
"I knew it all along... I said it before... parting... would always come... but... it shouldn't be like this..."
"I don't want to... make you sad..."
He wanted to give some more instructions, but a wave of drowsiness washed over him.
He's probably really going to die.
It's regrettable that she couldn't return to her own world, but what's even more regrettable is that it's Akemi's world...
"Yoichi Toyama!" He heard Akemi's voice, very far away, but her tone was stern like he had never heard it before.
"Hold on, you're not allowed to die! Do you hear me!"
Yoruichi Toyama had a moment of clarity, then smiled slightly.
“Yes, Your Majesty…” he murmured, trying to see Mingmei’s face clearly.
But he soon fell into a deep sleep again.
When I woke up this time, I was much more lucid.
At least you can see that you are in a hospital ward, not some strange cave, waterfall, or temple.
He didn't fight anyone.
There was neither Master Tong Hu nor Chun Li in front of me.
Only Miss Akemi smiled through her tears.
Yoruichi Toyama immediately felt embarrassed; this must have terrified her.
He tried to sit up, but as soon as he exerted himself, he cried out, "Ouch!"
The dormant nerves belatedly woke up, and I couldn't pinpoint where the pain was.
Or rather, I don't know where it doesn't hurt.
Akemi quickly and deftly held him down.
“Don’t move,” she said. “You were shot in the shoulder and your collarbone is broken. If you move it, it won’t heal properly.”
"Oh." Yoruichi Toyama obediently lay down, then thought for a moment and asked, "Then..."
“If you’re asking about Representative Tunkuchi and Chairman Masuyama,” a voice said from the doorway, “they are both perfectly fine.”
Yoichi Toyama recognized the voice as Akechi's, but it seemed like he had heard it somewhere before.
“Those two people have been handed over to the police,” Mingzhi said softly as he approached his bedside.
"A police officer told me to tell you to focus on recovering and not to ask anything else for now."
I knew these people were reliable.
Upon hearing the news that Kenzo Masuyama was alive, Yoruichi Toyama sighed with satisfaction.
Then I remembered something else.
"By the way, did you bring a rice cooker?"
The two people standing by the bed were both stunned.
“Why is he still like this?” Mingzhi frowned and said, “I’ll go call the doctor.”
"Don't let the gunshot have damaged his brain."
"It really was you!" Yoruichi Toyama glared at him before he could turn around and said, "Why did you hit my head?"
"If anyone's brain is damaged, it's because of you!"
"That's not true," Mingzhi vehemently denied. "Where's the evidence?"
Yoruichi Toyama snorted angrily.
"I will apply to have cameras installed in the wards tomorrow."
Mingzhi smiled and nodded.
"But I think even if you install cameras, there will still be a lot of people who want to punch you."
...
If what Akechi said is true, then the people who came to visit him actually wanted to beat up Yoruichi Toyama.
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