Gin realized something was amiss halfway through the journey.
The SUV that overturned into the sea seemed rather calm.
He remembered Vodka saying on the radio that several people had come with Yoruichi Toyama.
If it were the FBI, there should at least be a vehicle on the move to be on guard against external attacks.
But there was nothing there.
With that in mind, Gin immediately pulled out his walkie-talkie.
"Vodka! Answer! Vodka, can you hear me? Answer now!..."
No matter how many times I called, there was no response from Vodka.
Calls to Chantilly and Coron also went unanswered.
Suddenly, Gin found himself all alone on the vast island.
I see.
It turns out that everything was a ruse to lure the enemy; the only one to deal with was him.
All signs were enticing him to stray from the FBI's actual operational route, making it easier for them to take those two old guys away.
"Akai Shuichi!"
Gin spat out the name through gritted teeth, then turned and ran up the hillside.
It was almost an instinctive judgment; he knew the person was there.
It must be there!
...
Yoruichi Toyama had just stepped out of the inn with Mr. Kurosawa on her back when she saw the black figure rushing towards her.
Unlike his previous immovable, ice-cold demeanor, Gin now resembles a black lightning bolt.
Without even stopping, he slung the gun off his shoulder and held it horizontally in front of him.
Yoruichi Toyama suddenly turned around and darted behind the door.
The bullet that grazed past his face burned slightly, startling him into a cold sweat.
The next second, without hesitation, he took off running.
The hotel's long corridors had no blind spots; if another shot came from behind, then...
Yoruichi Toyama was secretly groaning when she heard the boss, Kurosawa, whisper on her back, "Go to the right, go through two doors, and the theater is over there."
It's not a great idea, but it's much better than having no idea at all.
At least there are many secluded spots in the theater.
Yoruichi Toyama did as she was told and ran as fast as she could, darting into the theater and desperately bracing her shoulder against the heavy door at the entrance.
Boss Kurosawa struggled to jump down and helped him prop the door shut from the inside.
"What about over there?" Yoruichi Toyama asked, pointing to the other entrance as she caught her breath.
“That door has always been locked,” said Mr. Kurosawa.
The two still managed to drag a row of seats over, blocking the other door as well.
It's safe only for now.
Yoruichi Toyama realized that this was tantamount to trapping herself in the theater.
Like all theaters, this one has only doors and no windows; ventilation channels are located high in the dome, and lighting is entirely provided by artificial light sources.
Right now, not a single light is on.
The two of them huddled together in the darkness, each able to hear the other's heavy breathing.
We can only wait.
Wait for Gin to break down the door, or for Shuichi Akai to arrive in time.
“I said, boss,” Yoruichi Toyama said worriedly, suddenly realizing a possibility, “he seems to… have another way…”
No sooner had he finished speaking than Gin's sinister laughter could be faintly heard from outside the door.
There were also some crackling and popping sounds.
"No, wait!" Yoruichi Toyama rushed to the front door, but just as she was about to move the thing blocking the door, she realized that the heavy wooden door was already hot to the touch.
Moreover, in this situation, even if you manage to open the door, a bullet will immediately shoot in from the outside.
Not opening it is a slow process of waiting to die.
In a panic, Toyama Yoruichi ran to the other side of the door.
But before they could make a move, they heard Boss Kurosawa's voice again.
"Mr. Yuanshan..."
...
Gin waited outside the theater for a while, and seeing that the fire was growing bigger and there was no movement inside, he shrugged and turned to leave.
That detective from the distant mountains was indeed insignificant; in his panic, he ran right into a ready-made animal trap.
He deserved to be buried with that old man.
The theater and hotel were connected, and these old-fashioned buildings burn very quickly. It is estimated that in another half hour, this once famous theater on the island of Song will be reduced to ashes.
Gin didn't rush to leave, but instead returned to the side of the hotel and looked around.
"Vodka! Vodka! Answer me now if you hear me!..."
To be fair, Gin isn't the kind of person who values relationships.
However, at this moment when the outcome was still undecided, he suddenly wished for a helper.
He found Vodka bound hand and foot and gagged in the storeroom at the end of the corridor.
In other words, that thing on the radio before...
Gin revealed his habitual, sinister smile and released the vodka.
There were no FBI agents involved; it was just that detective making things complicated.
But he's finished now too.
Shuichi Akai was the only one left on the island.
One against two.
Gin raised a hand, stopping his little brother from complaining or greeting him, and signaled him to follow him.
Next comes the real showdown: Shuichi Akai.
Are you ready?
...
Flames rose from the opera house's ancient and imposing exterior walls, flickering wildly in the wind like ominous phantoms.
Half of the hotel, even near the main entrance, began to burn.
Just then, the whistling of bullets cut through the crackling background of flames.
Gin instinctively dodged, but was also surprised to find that the gunshot came from behind him.
The bullet hit his calf, causing him to stagger.
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