"It's Gin and Shiho Miyano..."
He seemed to hesitate for a moment before saying the rest of his sentence.
"Ensuring the safety of the hostages is the top priority."
A sneer came through the walkie-talkie in an instant.
"I thought you had squeezed all the value out of her, and that you wouldn't care whether she lived or died anymore!"
Even though she wasn't speaking English, the word "she" was still very clear.
Unusually, Amuro Tooru did not retaliate against a certain FBI agent he had always disliked.
After all, the decisive shot that would decide life or death would, barring any unforeseen circumstances, be in his hands.
I just hope that the organization's top sniper title is well-deserved.
The searchlights outside the villa illuminated an area of several dozen meters as if it were daytime.
As the two slowly moved out of the villa's gate, they both seemed to unconsciously squint.
But no gunshots were fired.
Gin used one hand to hold Shiho Miyano hostage, completely shielding her body in front of him.
With his other hand slightly raised above his head, he displayed the remote control in his hand.
Amuro Tooru's pupils contracted, and he almost instinctively pulled the trigger.
That must be the remote control for the bombs around the villa, there's no mistake.
But led by the detective's magical cat, the bomb disposal team had only managed to defuse about half of the bombs.
It could be said that if that remote control were to be activated, the consequences would be far more severe than losing Shiho Miyano.
Shiho Miyano, who was firmly restrained by Gin, lowered her head, her body stained with blood, and her steps faltering.
It looks like he's seriously injured...
hateful……
"Hey, FBI!" Amuro Tooru shouted into the walkie-talkie in a fit of impotent rage, "Is there anything we can do?!"
"Calm down, Officer." The voice on the other end remained inhumanly cold. "I'm waiting."
Wait! Wait some more!
If we wait any longer, the cucumbers will get cold!
For no apparent reason, this sentence popped into Amuro Tooru's mind.
I think I heard it from some unreliable detective before.
At the same time, right in front of the villa gate, which was illuminated by the lights and looked snow-white, Shiho Miyano, who was blocking Gin's way, slowly raised her head.
“So many people!” she said in a cheerful tone.
It seemed like this was her first time in such an occasion.
Not only the public security officers and police officers at the scene, but even Gin, who was on high alert behind them, seemed to be a little confused.
That was merely a discordant thread, one-tenth of the way across the entire fine, long silk fabric.
But Shiho Miyano captured that extremely brief moment with lightning speed!
She suddenly grabbed Gin's hand.
The hand holding the remote control.
With the first burst of strength, he forcefully pried open his fingers and flung the remote control away.
The second time, she simply grabbed that wrist, and Gin's body was thrown into the air, then over her head, and crashed heavily to the ground.
Amuro Tooru's pupils contracted again, revealing the whites of his eyes.
His superhuman eyesight allowed him to see Gin's lightning-fast movements while he was in the air.
The hand that had been controlling Shiho Miyano was freed and then reached into her bosom; a gun was now in her hand.
The gun barrel was pointing outwards.
Before Amuro Tooru could even utter a sound, Miyano Shiho's body was already pressing down on him.
The voice that came out belonged to someone else.
"Shuichi Akai! Why aren't you shooting!"
Gunshots did ring out, but the first shot was not fired by Shuichi Akai.
The gun that Gin held between the two men made a slightly muffled sound.
But the person who had pinned him down only trembled slightly, without moving an inch.
Another bullet whistled in from the shadows.
Just one, precisely embedded in Gin's forehead.
Under the spotlight, as if on a stage, Gin's wide-open eyes seemed to reveal his surprise and resentment.
He probably wanted to ask something else, but he couldn't bring himself to.
A few seconds later, dozens of police officers rushed forward, quickly and carefully retrieving the bomb's remote control and checking the condition of the people at the scene.
Amuro Tooru and the black cat ran to Gin's corpse almost at the same time.
Of course, nobody paid any attention to Gin.
"Toyama!" Amuro Tooru called out, turning the person who was still lying on top of Gin over over.
The man's clothes were soaked with blood at the junction of his chest and abdomen.
Yet he still had the strength to tear off his disguise mask himself.
"Oh dear, this is so embarrassing..." Yoruichi Toyama said, unsure if she made a sound, "She was even dressed in women's clothing when she died..."
"Toyama!" Amuro Tooru, forgetting his anger, could only desperately call out to him, "Don't die!"
"Why are you all like this!..."
At the same time, the black cat was meowing loudly beside him.
[Host! Host, hang in there!]
Shuichi Akai's affection level has gone up! Up again! You've reached the required score, you know that?!
I'll take you home right now! ...
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