Chapter 44 reveals the rooftop story.
Another day of working until late at night, Kitagawa Ryusei was already used to it, and he put on his coat and walked out of the building.
A black sedan and a row of subordinates in black suits were waiting outside the building. Kitagawa Ryusei stopped in his tracks, feeling a strange unease.
Seeing that he didn't move, his subordinates also stopped, their voices trembling with apprehension as they cautiously looked up and asked, "Sir?"
"It's nothing, let's set off as planned."
The initial unease quickly subsided, and Kitagawa Ryusei stopped thinking about it and got into the car that was ready to start.
"Received, Mr. Prospective Cadre."
Upon hearing this address, the boy's brow furrowed imperceptibly, clearly showing some displeasure.
He didn't refute, but simply raised his hand to press on the bridge of his nose, and waved for his subordinates to close the car door and set off.
Kitagawa Ryusei has been in quite a bit of trouble lately.
Due to his partner's unexpected death, he was tasked with taking over all of his partner's work.
However, those were problems that could be solved with firepower. What really bothered Kitagawa Ryusei was a small group of restless subordinates.
Loyalty to his former superior is one aspect; Kitagawa Ryusei's transformation from a support officer-like figure to a quasi-executive has temporarily prevented him from gaining the respect of the masses, which is another.
Many people even believe that the former cadre candidate's death was suspicious, and that his refusal to accept the title of "prospective cadre" was a sign of his guilty conscience.
Kitagawa Ryusei accepts all questions and tests, but he cannot turn a blind eye to those who take advantage of the situation to stir up trouble.
In just a few days, he mixed cement with many people and built them into the walls.
Right now, he needs to keep his men under control while also going on missions, so he has no time to think about anything else.
The chaotic neighborhood, with streetlights casting a dim glow on the yellowish stone bricks.
The few passersby who saw the men in their signature black suits gathered together took it for granted, lowered their heads, and hurried away.
A deathly silence spread across the street.
In the center of the crowd, a man was forced to kneel at the bottom of the steps, surrounded by armed men in suits.
Two other lifeless corpses lay at his feet, the blood gushing from beneath them already congealed.
Late at night, a crowd gathered in front of the steps.
This is usually the port Mafia dealing with traitors.
Kitagawa Ryusei did not get off the bus.
He peered through the car window at the figure across half a street, feeling inexplicably irritated. A hint of hostility flashed in his eyes as he coldly asked, "What happened?"
"Sir, we're dealing with the rats who were recently discovered to have betrayed us. This person passed our information to the police," the subordinate driving the car replied, observing the situation and slowing down.
"He's the only one who won't say anything."
As expected, Kitagawa Ryusei didn't think too much about who could outlast their torture squad.
He paused for a moment at the somewhat unfamiliar word "police," then looked away from the window and tapped his heel twice on the bottom of the car, signaling his subordinates to continue driving forward.
There was no need to pay attention to what was happening on the other side of the street; everyone present knew how the Port Mafia dealt with defectors.
A muffled groan of pain, yet suppressed, came through the half-open car window.
— Kick the person down, forcing them to bite the step.
Sounds of impact, collision, and shattering.
—The heel strikes the back of the traitor's head, shattering his jawbone.
Three gunshots rang out.
—Turning the traitor, whose eyes were already closed from the excruciating pain, over, he fired three shots into the chest.
The corpse was left exposed to the public.
Anyone who betrays the port Mafia should be prepared to be purged.
Even though he was already used to it and had even done it himself, Kitagawa Ryusei turned around as if possessed just as he was about to pass by.
The driver seemed to know his thoughts, and the vehicle slowed down accordingly.
The scenery flashing past the window transformed into a slow-motion film.
The man, head bowed and lifeless, was dragged by the collar and thrown onto the street like a sack, carelessly discarded in a corner that was originally meant for beggars to rest.
The face was roughly lifted up by the person handling the body and exposed to Kitagawa Ryusei's eyes.
Black hair and blood were smeared together, a chaotic mess.
But Kitagawa Ryusei seemed to know what he should look like. His brain eliminated all other factors, perfecting every detail of that face and clearly imprinting it into his mind.
The gentle and refined man, who should have been a stranger, was staring at him with his beautiful, empty blue eyes, like glass beads.
Warm blood dripped from the gunshot wound in his chest...
A strange feeling pulled at Kitagawa Ryusei's heart, making it sink little by little.
The car suddenly braked to a stop, causing Kitagawa Ryusei to fall forward and be forced to look straight ahead.
At the end of the street, a person stood facing the speeding car, their eyes meeting precisely across the body of the man on the side of the street.
With dazzling blond hair and shadowy eyes, the young man raised his gun against the light.
I know his name.
——Reduced valley zero.
A feeling of weightlessness washed over him, and Kitagawa Ryusei suddenly awoke.
My elbow knocked over the pen holder on the desk, pens and small items spilling onto the floor, the sound particularly clear in the quiet environment.
He fell asleep in his office.
The air conditioner had stopped working at some point, and the patrolling colleagues, assuming no one was in the office, thoughtfully turned off the lights.
It should have been a cool autumn night, but he slept soundly, drenched in sweat. His brown hair clung to his face, and he looked even more exhausted than before he went to bed.
What a terrible dream.
After a long silence, Kitagawa Ryusei came to his senses, raised his hand to brush the hair from his forehead, and let out a long breath.
But my heart still feels heavy.
Perhaps he needs a little alcohol.
Kitagawa Ryusei packed his briefcase and left the police station, intending to find a bar for a drink.
As for whether anything unexpected will happen in Beika Town at night...
Still immersed in the oppressive atmosphere of the dream, Kitagawa Ryusei pondered expressionlessly:
Anyone who dares to disturb him, he will brick that person into the wall.
...
At this time, most shops have already closed, and apart from bars, there may be nowhere else to go for entertainment.
A brown-haired young man walked alone on the street.
The city at night is more charming to Kitagawa Ryusei than during the day. The steel buildings, stripped of their hustle and bustle, exude an unparalleled attraction when they are asleep.
Although most people who frequent the shadows would interpret this as an invitation to crime.
For example, right now, there are sounds of chasing coming from the stairwell of the residential building towards the rooftop.
Both men were carrying weapons.
Even though he knew he couldn't see anything, Kitagawa Ryusei still looked up.
A raindrop landed on his face.
Looks like I won't be able to drink tonight.
Kitagawa Ryusei remained expressionless as he raised his hand to wipe the water from his face.
very good.
Whoever it is, prepare to be bricked into the wall.
...
The heavy breathing was amplified in the corridor. Morobushi Kagemitsu leaned against the wall for support to stand up straight, even though it would leave a mark and attract the hyenas to follow him.
He knew he had been shot in the right abdomen, but it wasn't a vital organ; he was just bleeding profusely.
His shoulder also appears to have been grazed by a bullet.
He didn't know if there were any other wounds, but his soaring adrenaline temporarily shielded him from the pain, allowing Morofushi Kagemitsu to focus on the current situation without distraction.
He was exposed.
After completing the mission tonight, his temporary teammates suddenly attacked him while he was putting away his gun, and Morofushi Kagemitsu reacted immediately.
Throughout the night, his teammates' wary yet gloating gazes, and the unusual act of asking him to check on the situation after the mission was completed... all these strange occurrences had a reason.
It's not just a suspicion; the organization has already obtained concrete evidence that he is an undercover agent.
Presumably, the members of the organization have already received orders to surround and kill him.
He only had a pistol on him.
He fired four shots during the fight with his teammates, and now he has one bullet left in his gun.
if……
Zhu Fujingguang remained calm, tying a knot in his coat sleeve around his waist to stop the bleeding, and calmly mentally planning out the worst possible outcome for himself.
With his cell phone still on him and his gun already loaded, Morofushi Kagemitsu turned to leave the building where he was hiding.
Before he could make a move, hurried footsteps came from below the stairs.
Light and nimble, the voice suggests a tall, trained man.
The people in the organization.
Morobuchi Kagemitsu subconsciously considered the worst-case scenario.
This was a residential building, and most of the residents were already asleep. He knew what the organization was capable of doing to eliminate a traitor, and he absolutely could not allow any danger to enter the building.
Then the only option is to go up.
Ignoring the fact that his footsteps would be heard, Morofushi Kagemitsu turned and changed direction.
The people chasing behind paused for a moment, then sped up and followed even closer.
Dust rose in the chase, but it was far from enough to conceal their tracks.
At that moment, both the pursuers and the fleeing man tacitly refrained from firing.
With nowhere left to escape, Morofushi Kagemitsu's breathing became heavy, and his strength was gradually fading. He smashed open the door leading to the rooftop.
There are no special effects of dawn breaking and welcoming the light, nor are there any miraculous encounters that save the protagonist from crisis.
The rooftop was dark and cluttered, with a downpour looming and everything damp and decaying under the dark clouds.
The footsteps behind him told him he was cornered, and they gradually slowed down until they stopped completely.
"I can't run anymore," Morofushi Kagemitsu released his grip on the wall, slowly straightened up, and called out the other person's name accurately.
"Ray."
The person who had been silent until now also remained silent. He was not carrying any obvious weapon, and he stepped over the threshold.
Shuichi Akai's long hair became quite disheveled during the chase, and his deep, dark green eyes were unfathomable.
"Scotland."
"Or should I call you by another name?"
Shuichi Akai was indeed somewhat surprised when he learned that Scotland was an undercover agent, but he wasn't too shocked.
After all, they had spent a considerable amount of time together and had a certain understanding of each other's hidden personalities.
“Just call me Midorikawa,” Morofushi Kagemitsu finally lost the smile that usually graced his face, his face pale from blood loss. “I didn’t expect you to be the first one to receive the mission. Are you going to kill me?”
Even though it was a topic about life and death, he didn't shy away from it at all.
Shuichi Akai remained silent, repeatedly closing his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
He closed his eyes, but finally decided to take the risk: "I'm an undercover agent too."
"I can let you leave."
There was still a chance for things to turn around, so he didn't even take out his gun.
If only Morofushi Kagemitsu believed that the timing and location of this confession were somewhat absurd.
He could cause this mission to fail.
As long as there's still time...
“I know, you’re from the FBI.” Morofushi Hiromitsu’s answer truly surprised him; his tone was even colder and more realistic.
"But the organization can't just send you alone."
As if to prove he wasn't wrong, before he finished speaking, the two of them simultaneously caught the footsteps of a third person.
Akai Hideaki's expression tightened, while Morofushi Kagemitsu remained calm.
There's no escape now; if this stalemate continues, even Shuichi Akai will be in danger.
In just a moment, Morofushi Kagemitsu made up his mind.
He released his hand from his waist and abdomen, his palm stained crimson with his own blood, and gripped the gun tightly in his hand.
He pointed the gun at his own chest.
Beneath the gun were his cell phone, which held all his secrets, and his heart.
"Wait—" Shuichi Akai's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously wanted to step forward to stop him.
But the voices behind him were closing in.
...
They're still not reconciled, aren't they?
At this moment, Morobuki Kagemitsu thought about many things.
He didn't even have a chance to say goodbye to Zero.
He and his fellow graduate students agreed to get together again next time.
...He hadn't seen his brother in a long time.
Zhu Fujingguang closed his eyes.
"--stop!"
In a daze, he heard someone calling him from behind. The voice of his colleague, who was always calm in his memory, was unusually terrified.
But there was a seven-story building behind them, so how could they possibly hear their voices?
Morofushi Kagemitsu was only lost in thought for a moment, a bitter smile appearing on his face.
Pull your finger on the trigger and apply slight pressure.
He kept his eyes closed, so he didn't see Shuichi Akai's face contorted in shock.
Kitagawa Ryusei didn't know how he climbed up to the seventh-floor rooftop. He had just peeked out when he saw this scene before him. His heart, which had been heavy, was instantly lifted high and pulled out of his chest.
He sternly stopped him.
Fortunately, the young man stopped moving, even if only for a moment.
Unaware of what had happened, Kitagawa Ryusei nimbly flipped over and jumped up, snatching Morofushi Kagemitsu's gun without a word.
"What are you doing?!"
Almost at the same moment, the rooftop door was opened again.
The commotion at the gate drew everyone's attention.
Morofushi Kagemitsu remained gripping his gun, not yet out of his prepared-to-sacrifice state, his chest heaving violently.
The blond youth, like a hunter desperately chasing his prey, swept his blood-stained gaze across everyone, his gray-purple eyes filled with a chilling, overwhelming killing intent.
The visitor was Bourbon.
Of the three people on the rooftop, Shuichi Akai was the first to react.
He didn't stop thinking for a moment during the brief moment of frozen atmosphere, and finally made a choice that did not conform to the optimal solution for an undercover agent.
The dark, death-inducing muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the last person to appear, whose stance was completely at odds with theirs.
The image of the gunman was reflected in the blond youth's pupils.
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