Tokyo: I'm really not a killer

The driver in front noticed that someone had fallen from the car behind and immediately inquired via the car's walkie-talkie:

"Moshi moshi! What's going on with the group in the back?"

Yuan Zhensheng used the same tactic again: "There's a sniper! To prevent the car from going out of control, my brother jumped out and let me take over!"

Unfortunately, the same trick rarely works a second time. Kuwata Kenkichi and the others eventually became suspicious and asked Hara Masao to stop and wait in place.

"No! I promised my brother I would protect the team leader!" Yuan Zhensheng opened the armrest box and took out the driver's pistol.

The M1911A1, a Colt pistol, is very powerful; its gunshots are deafening.

"You're not Yuta, are you? Come to think of it, your voice doesn't sound like his at all!" Ruozhong's questioning voice came through the walkie-talkie.

Hara Masaki chose to remove the "Face of the Fiend" and equip the "Stand's Throat," saying in Sugiyama Yuta's voice, "I was choked by smoke before, which is why my voice changed... Now that I'm breathing fresh air, I feel much better."

The walkie-talkie was silent for five seconds.

The car was still speeding along, and Yuan Zhensheng could vaguely see several team members climbing into the trunk to retrieve rifles through the car window.

A moment later, Kenji Kuwata's voice came, deep and hoarse, as if he were grinding his teeth:

"Stop pretending. Someone found Yuta unconscious in the tatami room... Who are you?"

The fire at the office has been brought under control. The team members are searching room by room and will find Sugiyama Yuta sooner or later. Hara Masaki had anticipated this.

Having come this far, he stopped pretending and simply stepped on the gas, causing the car to spin and drift, fleeing in the opposite direction.

Once their identity is exposed, the assassin's priority is not to go on a killing spree and wipe out everyone, but to escape immediately. Every second of hesitation will reduce their chances of survival.

Gunfights and brawls are things only ruthless gangsters do.

Under normal circumstances, security teams would not pursue fleeing assassins. Cautious people like Kenkichi Kuwata know that one should not pursue a desperate enemy. Any pursuit should only be done after ensuring safety—tracking down assassins is the job of the police and the SWAT team.

The problem is that Yuan Zhensheng killed his brother right in front of him and then put on a show of brotherhood, treating him like a fool.

Kenkichi Kuwata had sworn in his heart that he would pay for the crime with blood.

His temples throbbed, and he flicked his tongue, ordering his team to turn around and chase after the guy.

"Chase him! Chase him to the ends of the earth and catch him! If you can't catch him alive, bring back his body! I want to skin him alive!" Kuwata Kenkichi's roar came through the walkie-talkie, filled with an almost explosive rage and murderous intent.

"yes!"

The group members responded in unison.

The escort vehicles on both sides lowered their windows, and gang members leaned out with rifles in hand, ready to fire a volley, when they saw the trunk of the car the assassin was driving open.

A petite figure sat back in the trunk, holding a rifle in both hands. Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger and began firing with a tense expression.

……

Rewind three hours, while Hara Masaki was still staking out the toilet, Shinomiya Rin was lounging on the sofa like a salted fish.

After her patience ran out, she decided to save herself.

While the delivery boy was leaving, she carefully observed the door lock structure and the shift change pattern of the guards in the corridor.

When the night was deep and quiet, Shinomiya Rin acted decisively.

She first forcefully broke off a wooden strip from the sofa armrest, and used it to pry open the latch of the Japanese-style window.

Outside the window was the building's back wall, and not far below was the parking lot. Without hesitation, she slid down the drainpipe to the second-floor windowsill, then carefully moved towards the ground, clinging to the exposed red brick gaps and drainpipes on the building's exterior wall.

Unfortunately, there were team members patrolling the outer yard.

Having no other choice, Shinomiya Rin randomly picked a car, secretly broke the lock, and hid in the trunk, thinking that once the car drove away, she could escape the Yamaken Group as well.

Unexpectedly, the car that was pried open was one of the five escort vehicles that the Yamakani group was preparing to use that night.

The trunk was filled with miscellaneous items and a toolbox. Shinomiya Rin was huddled inside, barely daring to breathe, her heart pounding with tension.

Then, she could feel the vehicle start, followed by the bumps as it moved, with occasional light shining through the gaps.

Hahaha! They escaped!

I'm truly a genius! I even managed to escape from such a desperate situation!

I am the daughter of the Shinomiya family. Let's go back and see if they still dare to look down on me!

...Although hiding in the trunk was a bit disheveled, it was tactical concealment! Yes, tactical!

Shinomiya Rin secretly rejoiced.

Shortly after, the driver was attacked. She didn't even hear the gunshots, but felt the car shake violently. Feeling a little uneasy, she secretly peeked into the driver's seat and saw Yuan Zhensheng kick the driver out of the car.

She was so frightened that she froze, afraid to make a sound. She quickly pulled her head back and rummaged around in the trunk, looking for a weapon to defend herself.

Originally, Shinomiya Rin only wanted to find a wrench or jack to fight in close combat, but she didn't expect to find an M1 carbine rifle by just touching it casually.

Wow, no wonder they're from the underworld, their firepower is even stronger than that of the police.

Suddenly, the car lurched, veered sharply, and began to speed away, nearly hitting her head.

The car began to accelerate wildly on the bumpy road, and just as Shinomiya Rin was about to get dizzy, the latch on the trunk lid came loose under the impact.

She seized the opportunity and flung open the trunk lid, letting in the blinding light of the headlights and the cold night air.

On a suburban highway at night, a fierce wind howled as four cars with their high beams on chased after her. Several figures leaned out of the car windows and pointed their guns at her!

"Wow!"

The instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

Without a second thought, Shinomiya Rin grabbed the gun, disregarding any proper stance, and relying on the rudimentary skills she had learned at the police academy, aimed the muzzle at a nearby escort vehicle that was trying to approach, closed her eyes, and pulled the trigger!

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—!

Flames spewed from the gun barrels, and bullets flew haphazardly, hitting the armored vehicle and sending sparks flying.

The driver instinctively swerved to avoid it, and with a loud bang, the right front tire burst. The vehicle lost control, twisted violently on the road, crashed into the roadside guardrail, and white smoke billowed from under the hood. It stalled completely and blocked the middle of the road.

"asshole!

Kenkichi Kuwata witnessed this scene over the walkie-talkie and furiously pounded on the chair.

"Listen!" he practically yelled through gritted teeth into the walkie-talkie, "The one in the trunk is from the Shinomiya family! Don't you dare hurt her! Aim for the driver's seat! The guy driving doesn't care if he lives or dies!"

The team members suddenly became hesitant and were forced to avoid the trunk area and try to aim at the driver's window as it moved at high speed.

The firepower immediately decreased, and the accuracy also dropped significantly. Most of the bullets hit the road or the rear bumper of the vehicle, sending up a series of sparks.

Yuan Zhensheng swung the steering wheel wildly, drawing an S-shaped trajectory on the empty suburban road, using the car body to block the opponent's shooting angle;

Rin Shinomiya was thrown about in the trunk, yelling as she pulled the trigger again. A burst of bullets flew into the night sky, startling the pursuing crew members.

The sedan sped through the dimly lit factory roads like a wild horse; three cars behind it followed closely, but were too afraid to fire at full speed, and could only try to outflank it and force it to stop.

Intense gunfire echoed throughout the desolate factory area.