Chapter 75 Counterattack – His Fate Favored Him. ...
Karasuma Renya did not inform any members that the base's location had been exposed.
Apart from Vermouth and Gin, who had overheard the rumors, no one else knew anything about it.
Most of the remaining members of the Qingzhong group who could still be considered combat-ready were sent to the Tottori base.
Those low-level personnel who remained at the base were completely unaware of the impending mopping-up operation they were about to face.
Liquidation operations against the organization began simultaneously around the world.
Shuichi Akai and Hidemi Hondo, having been undercover agents in Japan for a long time, chose to stay and join the operation in Tottori.
Also present here is Morofushi Kagemitsu.
The three of them suddenly realized what was happening when they met, and none of them spoke first.
After all, the last time they met was at the organization's underground bar, where they exchanged a fleeting glance across the bar counter and countless prying eyes. At the time, no one expected that these guys would be on the same side as them.
Shuichi Akai was still carrying his rifle, but this time he wasn't carrying a guitar case. Instead, he was openly holding it in his hand, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. His arrogance made the police officers' brows twitch.
Unfortunately, the FBI had given the police department permission to carry out this operation, and Morofushi Hiromitsu did not share his childhood friend's dedication to the FBI.
He changed out of his hoodie, which concealed his appearance, and put on his police uniform. He fixed the body camera to his shoulder, looked up, and asked, "We're responsible for the flank attack. Are you sure our firepower can cover the enemy?"
Hideaki Akai stubbed out his cigarette: "The FBI brought the submachine guns that your people requested when they robbed the organization last time. If they still can't control the firepower, they'll have to request the anti-terrorism unit."
“Wait a minute,” Morofushi Kagemitsu interrupted him gently, then retorted seriously, “Ryusei doesn’t have a robbery organization; that’s to deter criminals.”
"..."
The black-haired man was speechless for a moment: "...If you say so, then so be it."
Shuichi Akai didn't ask Ruki Kitagawa why she hadn't appeared in Tottori; they all had their own things to do.
Hondou Emi tied her long hair up in a bun behind her head and silently checked her equipment.
She strapped the replacement magazine to her forearm for easy replacement, her blue eyes calm and sharp.
Having dealt with the organization for so long, they were calmer than anyone else at the last moment.
Everyone knew that this day would come eventually.
They persevered until now for this moment.
Morofushi Hiromitsu adjusted the position of the tactical headset one last time, checked the time on his phone, and sent a concise question mark to Hagiwara Kenji.
Due to the special nature of the operation, the entire mobile team participated in this mission, and they were dispersed among various squads to deal with dangerous objects placed by the enemy in a desperate situation.
I wonder if Kenji Hagiwara was also waiting for his message, because he replied almost immediately: The location is still being moved, but it's within our control.
The message ended with a reassuring chest-patting emoji.
Morofushi Kagemitsu calmed himself, put away his phone, and looked up with a resolute gaze, saying in a deep voice, "Let's move!"
*
Tokyo is the final link in the entire plan.
This is the most comfortable part of the early stages of the plan.
Police control over the capital is much stricter than in other places, and the firepower reserves at the Tokyo base are much weaker than in other places, so it is usually used more for intelligence exchange.
Furthermore, the large number of organization members rushing to Tottori indirectly reduced the danger in Tokyo.
The National Police Agency and the Metropolitan Police Department are stationed here, and special assault teams are on standby to respond to any counterattacks by the organization.
Once the dispatched police officers have completed their mission, they will return as soon as possible.
Even so, those who remained in Tokyo were still on edge.
All of this has nothing to do with Kitagawa Ryusei.
He hasn't shown his face in public much these past two days, and his phone call with Kazami Yuya hasn't been overheard by many people. Most people subconsciously assumed that Kitagawa Ryusei had been sent to the field.
For a moment, no one noticed that he had disappeared.
It is located in the suburbs of Tokyo, dozens of kilometers away from the National Police Agency.
The last bar of signal on his phone disappeared, and the young man pulled the brakes, stopping in front of a factory that had been shut down for many years.
There was no one around, and the nearest highway was a small road several kilometers away. You could hear the leaves falling to the ground clearly.
The factory looked like it hadn't been maintained for a long time; weeds and rubble were piled up haphazardly, and there were rusty gates and machines next to it.
There were plenty of surveillance cameras around, propped up by unusually long poles, crisscrossing and angled, covering no direction. A thick layer of dust on the ceiling couldn't obscure the eerie light emanating from within.
Kitagawa Ryusei got out of the car, closed the door behind him, and met the gaze of a peering eye.
Aren't you going to invite me in?
He spoke without saying a word.
...
madman.
Back in the control room, Vermouth cursed inwardly.
She kept tapping her fingers, switching between several perspectives, repeatedly confirming that the other side had not brought any outside help.
There are no police, and no gangs.
There was only one person.
……madman.
Even knowing that Kitagawa Ryusei had escaped from Gin twice, Vermouth still felt that he was courting death.
Even though the organization's members were sent to Tottori, she, Gin, and a group of brainwashed members who had already become completely subservient to Karasuma Renya remained there.
This base cannot be breached by one person alone.
"Vermouth, open the door."
Karasuma Renya's voice was cold and unyielding, echoing in every corner of the base.
Their eagerness was palpable.
The more confident Kitagawa Ryusei became, the more his guesses were confirmed, which made him even more excited.
Like a person on a pilgrimage in the desert looking towards the end, or like a dragon lurking at the end of the path of the brave, finally seeing a challenger approaching.
Karasuma Renya seemed to see a projection of his dream, which he had been pursuing for more than a century, in reality.
However, his inner arrogance made him despise the youth's ignorance and ignorance.
The surveillance footage gave him a complete view of everything and gave him complete control.
Outside the base, there was only deathly silence; apart from the young man, the only living creatures were crows.
They are entirely black, except for their tail feathers which have a purplish-blue sheen. Standing high up, they emit a sharp, short "caw" sound from their hoarse throats.
Of all animals, Karasuma Renya liked birds the most because they possessed the negligible aging that he longed for, and their bodies remained in peak condition forever.
Among birds, he preferred crows, which are pure black creatures that gather in numbers of thousands and spread their wings to block out the sun.
A vigorous vitality and absolute power.
This is a crow.
The gate of the abandoned factory, secured with a thick lock, slid open slowly, releasing an old and dilapidated atmosphere. Dust was reflected in the sunlight.
Inside the factory, the tiered staircases were exposed before Kitagawa Ryusei, issuing a silent invitation from hell.
As his boots stepped over the rusty threshold, Kitagawa Ryusei's steps did not falter for a moment.
The door slammed shut behind them.
In the blink of an eye, a row of men in black appeared at the end of the stairs, guns at the ready, looking like masked ghosts from a distance.
Even then, the young man remained calm and took out the first gun from his large pocket.
The trench coat suddenly felt lighter as it lost its weight, fluttering behind me like butterfly wings.
Are these the only people there?
Kitagawa Ryusei smiled and said in a low, gentle voice, "You're not qualified to warm up with me..."
The men in black exchanged glances, their eyes fixed on the weapons in their hands, confident of victory.
But Kitagawa Ryusei had already fired the first shot.
"Bang!"
Gunshots rang out immediately in the narrow basement.
A person fell to the ground with a thud.
No one expected the police to fire the first shot. The man in black was caught off guard and initially hesitated because of the boss's order to capture him alive.
It wasn't until his companion's blood splattered on his face that the first person pulled the trigger under the threat of death.
At this point, a ladle of water was poured into the oil pan, and the scene exploded completely.
The second and third bullet shots mingled with screams, making it impossible to distinguish which was which.
Gunfire continued, spent cartridges hit the ground and bounced back up, the sound of flesh being pierced was deafening.
In just a moment, fire and smoke filled the entire basement, completely blocking the view between the two sides.
One gunshot rang out and the first to stop was fired; it was Kitagawa Ryusei.
In the heat of battle, someone shouted the first words: "He should be dead!"
The next moment, the sound was drowned out by a shrill scream and then abruptly stopped.
"ah--!"
A silver light pierced through the mist, and the young man bent his knees, gathered his strength, and leaped down several steps, instantly arriving in front of the man in black.
They were so close they could see each other's fluttering eyelashes.
Kitagawa Ryusei's eyes were filled with icy coldness as he raised his hand and brought down the knife!
The chilling dagger pierced through the neck, its sharp edge protruding half an inch from the back of the target's neck, dripping crimson blood.
Everyone held their breath and instinctively took a half step back.
The young man had already raised his gun, and the person who retreated the fastest fell to the ground!
Bang.
In the chaos, someone's gun fell to the ground.
A sharp-eyed person noticed the bullet holes and bloodstains on Kitagawa Ryusei's clothes, as well as the unharmed skin beneath the bullet holes and the young man's calm expression, and exclaimed in shock: "The bullets couldn't hurt him?!"
The fear of unknown forces and death spread like a virus.
This scene was transmitted back to the core area of the base under comprehensive surveillance.
Karasuma Renya struggled to raise his hand, his fingers twitching upwards by half a centimeter. Those around him immediately understood, and one of them stepped forward to adjust the height of the hospital bed and move the screen closer.
The old man turned his head with difficulty and saw that Junerik had already pressed himself against the screen, his eyes shining with the same shrewdness as his own.
Even though he had some suspicions, Gin still found it hard to believe after witnessing all of this.
But during missions, he was always able to calmly analyze the situation, his pair of dark green eyes observing the young man's figure without moving an inch.
"The bullet had an effect on him; the wound didn't disappear immediately!"
Even after a bullet enters his body, his blood will still splatter, and his arm will droop like a normal person's.
But in the blink of an eye, these injuries will disappear as if they never existed, leaving no scars.
Gin said in a deep voice, "Don't just keep attacking from a distance. Use close-range pressure to subdue him!"
Unfortunately, his words came too late. Fear drove these people to distance themselves from Kitagawa Ryusei; none dared to step forward, and they could only fall one after another to the enemy's guns.
"Vermouth, open the second door and let those people out."
In the control room, the blonde woman slowly blinked as she watched the blood splattering and the vengeful carnage unfold before her.
After a long while, a complex smile appeared on that face that had captivated countless men and women in the film industry, carrying a sense of relief and a feeling that a huge weight had been lifted from its shoulders.
The two, who were originally irreconcilable enemies, now shared similar secrets that could lead to their utter destruction, which reassured her.
"Okay, got it!"
Vermouth felt inappropriately pleased, her gaze suddenly darkened, and without blinking, she pulled up the lever on the table and pushed it upwards with force.
Gin sensed something was wrong: "Vermouth?"
In an instant, all the doors in the base, including the main gate, opened simultaneously!
The commotion was so great that it shook half the base.
The blonde woman quickly picked up the motorcycle keys from the table and turned around.
Today, she was unusually not wearing high heels, but instead wearing a black leather jacket and flat shoes.
"Goodbye, Gin, go have fun by yourself~"
The voice, which was all smiles just a second ago, turned icy cold the next: "I've defected."
With Karasuma Renya's attention completely diverted, this was the best opportunity Vermouth had faced in all these years, and it would be a disservice to her after all the torment she had endured over the years if she didn't seize it.
The shouts of anger filled the air, but Karasuma Renya did not disperse his men to execute her. The blonde woman pulled out her headset and threw it on the table, giving the monitoring room one last look.
There's no reason why someone like Kitagawa Ryusei, who can have her own life, can't do the same.
"Bellmore!"
The cigarette in his mouth was broken by biting it, and Gin spat out each word through his teeth. He grabbed his Beretta from his waist and was about to get up, but was stopped by Karasuma Renya.
In an instant, all the doors became useless, and Kitagawa Ryusei could come and go as if no one was there.
He put the empty gun back on his waist, and while rolling, he casually grabbed a handful of guns from the corpses on the ground and cocked it.
The second wave of men in black had arrived. Compared to the previous group, some of them had even more vacant stares, showing no human emotions whatsoever.
Kitagawa Ryusei slowly straightened up, his face covered with indistinct bloodstains.
Sweat and blood dripped from the ends of his hair, drying and forming streaks on his cheeks. The young man looked like a blood-soaked, vicious dog, his claws and fangs capable of taking lives with ease with every swing.
He was panting, his laughter and breath tinged with blood. He wiped the blood splattered on his face with the back of his hand, leaving a long trail at the corner of his eye. His gaze was strange and crazed as he whispered, "Is it finally time for dessert?"
Kitagawa Ryusei always felt that the most endearing thing about this world was that there was no endless war of superpowers.
Prolonged peace fosters a sense of order in everyone's mind, conforming to the prevailing norms; even wicked people know they are committing evil.
Unfortunately, he was never fully assimilated by this lovely world, and once the chains that bound him were loosened, he would reveal his true nature like this.
Darkness and death flowed in his blood forever.
"Hurry up..."
“I mean, I can’t wait to see you, Karasuma Renya.”
...
Rei Furuya could sense that he was not in good condition and that his body was slowly losing temperature.
All sounds around him were separated by a thin layer, blocked out by the brain's self-protection mechanism, which also trapped him inside.
Don't listen, don't look, and don't think about it.
His mind holds too many secrets that concern the lives of other people.
You must never let anyone know.
The blond youth mentally wrapped himself up in a closed-off space.
If... the worst possible outcome keeps lingering in my mind.
If he really sacrifices himself here—
But every time he had this thought, another young man would appear, looking at him with eyes that could only see himself, and questioning him in the most serious tone.
"You promised me."
"If you are in danger, no matter what happens, you must hold on until I come to see you."
Rei Furuya retorted, just as he had done then, "Even if this is cruel?"
Even if it's cruel.
The blond youth remained silent, then abruptly and earnestly said, "You should speak up and lower my guard, because you're just an illusion."
But the illusion before him was damnably real, every smile and frown on his face carrying a sense of familiarity. He was so adorably candid: "As long as I am Kitagawa Ryusei, I will love you."
Even if it's just a figment of his imagination, a Kitagawa Ryusei who would harm him will never appear in Furuya Rei's subconscious.
This is the confidence that Kitagawa Ryusei gave him.
Because he loved him too.
...He had to survive.
"monster!!"
"Ah!!! Run!!"
The noise flooded his brain like a tidal wave, and Furuya Rei struggled to open his eyes.
His pale golden eyelashes trembled as he saw someone who shouldn't be there walking towards him.
A mere silhouette was enough to capture everyone's attention.
Is it a dream?
At this moment, Furuya Rei felt he had the right to think more extravagantly.
Perhaps fate is on his side...
Pushing aside the corpse blocking his way and letting it fall limply, Kitagawa Ryusei approached step by step, threw away the empty magazine, and could see the disheveled face clearly when he lowered his eyes.
At this point, his fingertips finally trembled.
With just one glance, he understood what Furuya Rei was thinking.
The young man wiped the blood off the dagger on the torn hem of his clothes and held it firmly in his palm.
Kitagawa Ryusei responded with silence—
To hell with his good fortune.
This was a heroic rescue he orchestrated by racking his brains and using any means necessary, with the determination to quit after this job.
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