Chapter 64 List: Ryusei: Akai gets a bad review!
On the Porsche, Rei Furuya's complexion rivals the color of the car body.
Twenty minutes earlier, he was driving his car, his mind racing, trying to figure out how to get the list before the organization could.
Before I could figure out why, Gin demanded that I change cars.
For the first time in front of the organization, Bourbon abandoned his composure: "What do you mean?"
Vodka's expression was grim when he handed over the keys; his eyes were practically glued to the Porsche, and he looked like he was seeing his daughter off at her wedding.
He said angrily, "The informant said that the police are checking the local traffic department's surveillance footage, and my brother said to split up."
"You go and deal with Kosugi Shin."
As Gin said this, a chill ran down his spine. Relying on his "Zero Spirit," which he had fought alongside Rei Furuya through thick and thin, he seemed to be implying that he was exchanging "car hostages."
There was no room for negotiation on this matter; even Gin hadn't expected the police to react so quickly this time.
If it weren't for the fact that the communications of the people involved in this operation were all under his watchful eye, he would have been tempted to suspect that there were rats around him.
After briefly explaining the mission, Gin left with vodka.
Driving Rei Furuya's car.
This is the first time the blond youth, who bought the car with the organization's money, has been left looking disheveled outside the vehicle.
"..."
His driver's seat wasn't clean...
Thinking of this, Furuya Rei slammed the door of the black Porsche shut. As expected, he smelled a pungent odor of smoke inside the car, which only fueled his dissatisfaction with the target he was about to face and the traitor in the local police department.
Once this is over, none of these people will escape.
Once back on the road, Furuya Rei's expression was blank; he clearly didn't want to touch the steering wheel.
Although it wasn't explicitly stated, it's easy to guess that Gin will personally handle the more important matters at hand.
It's very likely that Kosugi Shin isn't on the list.
"He also knows his car is flashy, so how much effort would it take to break into a car parked on the street!"
Even though the communication tools provided by the organization contained listening devices, and the headset was even connected to vodka, Rei Furuya still continued to hurl insults.
Sitting in the back seat of the Porsche, Rena Mizunashi, who was also feeling restless, was lost in thought. When her gaze fell on the rearview mirror, she showed a dazed expression.
She leaned forward to make sure she wasn't seeing things, gesturing for Rei Furuya to look out the window:
I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush, I think I've seen something magical...
At the intersection, the familiar Chevrolet stepped on the gas when the light turned green, changed lanes, and overtook the vehicle in front.
The moment the two driver's cabs aligned, Shuichi Akai gave the driver a provocative glance.
He met a pair of sinister, grayish-purple eyes.
The provocative glance froze him halfway, and Shuichi Akai's expression went blank.
Rei Furuya's face turned green.
At that moment, they both understood the meaning in each other's eyes:
—How could it be this guy?!
This look of utter disbelief didn't last long. Furuya Rei immediately thought of using the FBI to distract Gin, and promptly drank.
"Gin, you've spotted Shuichi Akai!"
Listening through the deliberately left crack in the window, Shuichi Akai's lips moved as if he wanted to say something.
This reaction was all too familiar; he didn't even know whether he should applaud the couple's unspoken understanding.
Unfortunately, Gin didn't turn the tide for the organization's traitor this time.
He was like a cat that had spotted a mouse but was trying to suppress its instincts; his fur stood on end, and he said in a low, irritated voice, "Shoot it."
“Easy for you to say,” Bourbon laughed in exasperation. “Then why did you let him keep jumping around for so long?”
"So that's why we had to change cars. We knew the FBI would come and stop us."
Both people, forced to leave their beloved cars, were burning with anger, and the air in the channel was thick with tension.
Two black cars were driving back and forth on the highway, occasionally side by side. Akai Shuichi would immediately step on the gas and accelerate to stop the car and slow down.
Driving Gin's car, Furuya Rei didn't hold back either. Whenever Akai Shuichi was directly in front of him, he would slam on the gas pedal, trying to crash into the back of the car in front.
After a long time, Shuichi Akai finally accepted the absurdity of "Bourbon sitting in Gin's car," which was equivalent to the sun revolving around the earth, and realized that there was a problem with the plan.
If Rei Furuya is driving Gin's car here, then Gin is likely heading to Nobu Kosugi's safe house right now.
They learned from Kitagawa Ryusei that the organization controlled the two people's communications, and they couldn't openly use sign language on the street.
Shuichi Akai's expression suggested he had a slight toothache.
How can I tell Bourbon that his girlfriends are too slippery, that I didn't manage to snag any of them, and that he might be having a one-on-one fight with Gin right now...?
*
Despite being called a safe house, the place where Kosugi kept the organization's list was more like his residence, a two-story detached house with a small balcony, and even the doorplate read "Kosugi's Residence".
They were afraid the organization wouldn't be able to find this.
Kitagawa Ryusei stared intently at the computer screen where the file was being transferred, watching the progress bar slowly load.
Unsure what might happen on the way back to Tokyo, just to be on the safe side, Kitagawa Ryusei decided to send the memory card back to the police station the moment he received it.
If the list weren't such a large file, and instead of a compressed archive, he would have saved it page by page by taking photos instead of going through this roundabout way.
God knows why this organization has so many ants, both overtly and covertly.
The sound of an engine came from downstairs, and Kitagawa Ryusei keenly sensed that something was wrong.
He almost instantly darted to the study window, lifted the edge of the curtain with his fingertips, and peered through the gap to observe the situation downstairs.
A familiar Mazda was parked downstairs, but the person inside wasn't someone Kitagawa Ryusei knew.
Two assassins, completely concealed, got out of the car. The silver-haired one flicked his hand behind his back, and the Mazda door made two pitiful thuds.
Gin.
Even though they had never met before, Kitagawa Ryusei recognized the other person without any difficulty.
The computer still showed that the file was being transferred, and the progress bar on the screen was barely halfway through.
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Kitagawa Ryusei frowned slightly, drew his sidearm from his waist, walked around the desk toward the study door, and pressed his ear against the door panel.
He didn't expect Gin to arrive so quickly. He hadn't covered up many traces when he came in, which would definitely not escape the notice of this professional assassin.
Gin didn't waste any time at the door; he fired two shots at the keyhole, easily breaking the lock.
Soon, footsteps could be heard ascending the steps.
Vodka was left on the first floor by Gin.
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In the short time that followed, Kitagawa Ryusei had already mentally given Akai Shuichi countless negative reviews without any reason.
He suspected that there were still some spies around Kosugi Shin, otherwise it wouldn't make sense that they had to beat around the bush to get information, while Gin could go straight to the destination.
It's not experience gained from catching traitors.
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The footsteps grew closer, and the leather shoes made a soft sound as they stomped on the wooden floor.
Kitagawa Ryusei stopped listening to the sound, moved away from the study door, and followed the last gray progress bar with his eyes, opening the safety latch with one hand.
100%
The words "Sent successfully" lit up on the screen.
Kitagawa Ryusei pulled out the memory card, yanked off the computer power cord, and turned to fire several shots out of the study!
Separated by only a door, the silver-haired assassin clearly sensed that someone had arrived before them. At the same time the young man fired his gun, he kicked open the door and quickly dodged behind the wall.
He said coldly, "Disgusting rats."
Kitagawa Ryusei choked slightly.
The undercover agent is a rat, the traitor is a rat, and now he's become a rat too. Is this guy some kind of wildcat spirit?
All the complaints happened in a very short moment.
Gin didn't rush in, and Kitagawa Ryusei didn't barge out either.
He couldn't stay in this stalemate any longer, so he grabbed the ashtray from the desk, threw it forcefully towards the door.
"Bang!"
Before the ashtray could hit the wall, a bullet flying at an angle struck the target squarely, shattering it into pieces.
Amidst the exploding ceramic shards, a young policeman delivered a powerful whip kick.
With a wall behind him, the sudden attack severely limited Gin's ability to aim his gun.
His numerous assassination attempts had made his mind race before his thoughts could run; without dodging, he raised his hand to catch the kick.
"Bang!"
The leather shoe slammed into his forearm, and the "escape route" that the other party had deliberately left behind now bore a bullet mark!
"Tsk."
At the same time, they realized that the enemy was more difficult to deal with than before, and they expressed their dissatisfaction. Then, they felt unlucky because the other was in sync with them.
"Big brother?!"
Upon hearing the gunshot, Vodka cried out in alarm, followed by a series of clattering sounds coming upstairs—the sound of people climbing the stairs.
"What happened to Gin? Do you need our help?"
Through the earphones, Rena Mizunashi asked a question at the right moment.
As she spoke, she glanced at Bourbon in the rearview mirror and was startled by his icy expression, causing her to gasp.
In the blink of an eye, Gin and Kitagawa Ryusei were already locked in combat.
Vodka could only answer on his behalf: "We encountered a cop."
The burly henchman stood in the aisle, raising his gun to aim at the people fighting Gin, but each time he was interrupted by their rapidly changing movements.
But he still managed to see the person's face clearly.
Gin generally doesn't remember what people look like except for the mission targets, so Vodka, as his partner, has to take care of these trivial matters for his older brother.
He recognized Kitagawa Ryusei at a glance.
"It's that cop who lied to Vermouth! Kitagawa Ryusei!"
Kitagawa Ryusei, who was about to unleash a sweeping punch, stopped in his tracks.
Indeed, sometimes being too flamboyant isn't a good thing.
The enemy, distracted by being exposed, suddenly unleashed his power, and Beretta's gun butt smashed straight at the enemy's temple!
The young policeman, who had reacted quickly before, was unable to dodge completely this time. The butt of the gun grazed his forehead, causing a flash of golden light in his vision.
He shook his head from side to side, as if trying to shake away the dizziness that was affecting his vision.
Kitagawa Ryusei's steps were no longer as steady as before, and his hand holding the gun no longer aimed deliberately. He only roughly confirmed the direction of Gin's location and emptied the magazine in one go.
Even without aiming, it would be difficult for Gin to escape unscathed from a barrage of bullets.
He couldn't dodge in time, and a bullet pierced his forearm.
"Big brother!"
Seeing this, Vodka didn't hesitate and fired several shots in quick succession!
Kitagawa Ryusei dodged them all.
"idiot."
Gin didn't know who he was cursing.
As they continued to attack and dodge, the two gradually moved closer to the stairwell.
Gin paid no attention to his injuries and was constantly looking for an opportunity to fire.
He noticed Kitagawa Ryusei's tightly clenched left hand, as if he were holding something small inside.
The silver-haired assassin revealed a bloodthirsty smile: "...Found it."
Kitagawa Ryusei was also smiling, but the curve of his lips was fleeting.
He glanced at the direction of the stairs out of the corner of his eye, finally recovering from the dizziness, and spoke his first words: "I've wanted to say this for a long time... As an assassin, isn't it a problem to have long hair?"
After saying that, Kitagawa Ryusei put away the gun that had already been fired, suddenly flipped his hand, grabbed Gin's conspicuous silver hair and did a standard over-the-shoulder throw!
If he can't grab the arm, can't he at least grab this head of long hair?!
When Gin first encountered someone who grabbed his hair during a fight, he was caught off guard and briefly subdued. The veins on his hands bulged, and by the time he managed to twist Kitagawa Ryusei's hands, it was too late. He could only lean forward with the force.
The two of them tumbled down the stairs together!
In the chaos, Gin knocked Beretta away from his grasp.
Kitagawa Ryusei was prepared. He maintained his position above the gun and leaped forward to pick it up!
The assassin dropped his gun, and Gin's face was so dark it looked like a storm cloud was gathering, as if he were about to bring rain to Kanagawa.
But he reacted extremely quickly, finding the living room sofa as cover the moment the gun left his hand.
Could Kitagawa Ryusei kill Gin?
It's difficult, but it's entirely possible to abandon fair duels and use superpowers.
But absolutely not right now.
The importance of this mission is beyond words, and who knows what kind of monsters and demons are connected to Gin's headset.
The moment Vodka called out the name, he not only had to get Gin to take the list back, but he also had to "die" here.
Otherwise, not only would Kitagawa Ryusei, who brought the list out alive, suffer the consequences, but everyone around him would also be in trouble.
Hagiwara, Matsuda, Date Wataru, and even Date Wataru's fiancée will all face the organization's neurotic retaliation.
—And absolutely not to die by gunfire.
If the Black Organization truly seeks immortality, then his supernatural abilities absolutely cannot be exposed now.
Several thoughts flashed through his mind, and a strong sense of crisis enveloped him. Kitagawa Ryusei rolled over to his left.
The bullet, originally aimed at the heart, passed through the young man's right shoulder, and warm blood splattered on his face.
Standing on the stairs, looking down at the gun, Vodka was panting heavily. He was about to aim again when he discovered that the gun was out of bullets.
Without the slightest hesitation, he ran down the stairs, shouting, "Big brother, are you alright?!"
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Kitagawa Ryusei decisively fired in the direction where the two were hiding, emptying all of Bere-Leytari's remaining bullets, and then made a move towards the door.
Vodka had never seen anyone use a pistol like a submachine gun before, and he immediately covered his head and hid in cover: "Damn it!"
With all the bullets fired, not only Kitagawa Ryusei breathed a sigh of relief, but Gin did too.
In the previous exchange, he had a slight edge in physical skills, especially since his opponent had been shot in the shoulder.
The silver-haired assassin, having somehow broken the standing lamp next to the sofa, rushed out from a blind spot around the sofa.
At this moment, Kitagawa Ryusei had already run to the door, just a few steps away from touching the doorknob, opening the door, and escaping to safety.
This is precisely when people are least guarded.
Unlike Gin, Kitagawa Ryusei was injured in his dominant shoulder, and he would have a hard time defending himself with his bare hands, not to mention that he had deliberately left this opening for his opponent.
"Hmm!"
The lamppost struck the young man on the back of the head, and Kitagawa Ryusei collapsed to the ground, blood flowing from the ends of his hair into his collar.
The clenched fingers of my left hand were pried open one by one, leaving a red mark on my palm from a memory card no bigger than a fingernail.
His long hair was completely disheveled. Gin wiped his face and put the things in his pocket.
He rarely looked this disheveled during a mission.
Gin, unusually, commented, "A tricky cop."
But he'll be dead soon...
"A dawdling killer..." Kitagawa Ryusei thought silently, his face pressed against the ground, his eyes half-closed.
He even had the leisure to speculate about what kind of "death" he would face this time.
A person stabbed in the artery can survive for about eight minutes.
If you stab him in the heart, it will be a shorter time; a few minutes will be enough to bring him to the brink of death.
If it's the liver, it will take even longer; it might hurt for more than ten minutes.
There were dozens of gunshots just now, and the surrounding residents must have called the police. Gin doesn't have time to think of any more creative ways to kill...
In a daze, Kitagawa Ryusei felt someone grab the back of his head by the hair and lift his head up. Something was stuffed into his mouth, and the water that was poured into his mouth could not be held in and flowed down the corner of his mouth.
After doing all this, Vodka threw the man back to the ground.
Gin gave the policeman one last look, then took the list and left without looking back.
He coldly said to the headset that had been silent for a long time, "Bourbon, you clean up the mess and make sure it's done."
After saying that, the channel was completely disconnected.
*
It was unclear how long he had been lying on the floor, but Kitagawa Ryusei could tell from the hypothermia caused by blood loss. He used his uninjured hand to support himself on the sofa and half-knelt up from the floor.
The bullet wound was still bleeding, staining the white shirt with blood.
The unfamiliar medication had already been swallowed completely, and even emergency vomiting was to no avail, so Kitagawa Ryusei simply stopped caring about it.
Anyway, I won't die.
"Ha," he laughed as he lay on the ground, his chest heaving, waiting for the drugs to take effect.
It couldn't possibly be rat poison; Gin uses physical methods to catch rats while also using chemical methods to poison them.
Until a sharp pain shot through his heart, the young man's face suddenly drained of all color.
It felt like someone was pressing a sharp awl against my heart and slowly pushing it down.
Kitagawa Ryusei raised his hand to press against his heart, his fingers gripping the piece of fabric on his chest, along with the thin layer of skin and flesh.
He gritted his teeth.
"Uh..."
Yet, cries of pain still escaped from between his teeth.
My heart was pounding violently, beating wildly and uncontrollably, out of rhythm, and incredibly fast.
The sound of a heartbeat fills the mind, and the eardrums throb with a deafening roar, making one lose vigilance towards the surrounding environment.
Finally, the stabbing pain in my heart subsided, but then I felt a snapping sensation in my limbs, as if they had been softened by vinegar and then kneaded back together, as if an invisible hand was pulling and twisting them.
This time, he couldn't even scream. It was as if someone had choked him. Kitagawa Ryusei could only make broken, breathy sounds.
He leaned against the sofa leg for support, curled up into a ball, and gasped for breath.
In just over ten seconds, sweat soaked through his inner shirt, flowing down his forehead to Kitagawa Ryusei's face and neck, until even his drooping fingertips dripped water droplets.
But he remained conscious, even though his head was buzzing.
...When will this end?
After an unknown amount of time, the door opened again, and someone ran towards him against the light.
The familiar footsteps seemed to have the power to break one's will. Kitagawa Ryusei curled up into a ball, his hands gripping his clothes tightly against his chest, then loosening and then tightening again.
Even now, he can still maintain a clear mind, jokingly discussing with his heart:
—I know you like him a lot, but really… there’s no need to jump around so fast…
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