I adopted a child demon from the Gap, and I'm a special agent for the Bureau of Supernatural Ab

"I'm sorry, the weapons ban of the China Alliance is very strict. It's already very difficult to get these for you."

An apologetic voice came through the earphones.

"It's alright, at least we have this pistol."

Stroking his own magical artifact, the old-fashioned pistol loaded with Origin Bullets, Kiritsugu Emiya's eyes gleamed coldly, and his breathing, which had been rising and falling, became extremely steady.

"So, where is the target?"

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Chapter 5, Section 222: I'll Punch You with My Little Fists

Is it here?

In the suburbs of the city, outside a building that had become an unfinished project because its owner had run off with his mistress, Kiritsugu Emiya sat in a small, hole-in-the-wall restaurant, slurping up a local specialty of spicy dry noodles while confirming something through his communicator.

"Yes, this is the place. By the way, what's that sound coming from your end?"

"Slurp~ I'm eating noodles, they taste good."

"Oh, it's spicy dry noodles, right? I've heard it tastes really good, but unfortunately I've never had a chance to try it."

"Slurp~ Hmm, not bad, you can try it if you have the chance."

"Well, that's not quite right, I've gone off-topic. Anyway, that unfinished building is a camp for homeless people and a gathering place for a small local gang. We can confirm that two suspicious individuals entered that building an hour ago, probably heading to that gang's location. It's likely related to the new type of drugs circulating on the black market recently."

"Slurp~ Boss, check please. Are you sure those two people are connected to the target?"

"I'm certain of it. I've been investigating them for many years. Those two are definitely peripheral members of that organization. We should be able to extract information from them."

The voice communicating with Kiritsugu Emiya paused for a moment, then sighed and said.

"Unfortunately, I have already left the Special Science Department, and the new leadership is not very willing to believe my dubious information, so I can only come to you now."

“It’s nothing, I understand the situation, and besides, I’m also very interested in this organization.”

Carrying an ordinary-looking briefcase, Kiritsugu Emiya rose from his seat and walked towards the building.

"By the way, if possible, try to avoid using firearms."

At that moment, the communication suddenly continued.

"What do you mean?"

Kiritsugu Emiya frowned and stopped in his tracks.

“This place is currently being evaluated as a civilized city, and there haven’t been any serious crimes for two consecutive years. If you were to actually fire a shot and it were later discovered, my entire network of connections would basically collapse.”

"...That's a really practical reason."

"Yeah, there's no way around it. People have to survive. Even a hero who saves the world needs a salary just to support himself, right?"

"That sounds like the worries of a typical office worker, but it's irrelevant to my current problem. Anyway, try to avoid using firearms as much as possible, right?"

As Kiritsugu Emiya spoke, he began to feel a headache coming on.

"And try to avoid killing anyone. Just break a bone. Killing someone is also very bad."

"Tsk."

Emiya Kiritsugu felt his headache getting worse.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do about it. In short, we should try our best to capture the two targets alive. If we can't capture them alive, we can kill them. We should avoid killing anyone else who isn't a target."

"……Row."

With a sigh, Kiritsugu Emiya slung the package containing the guns and homemade explosives over his back instead of carrying it in his hands, and walked empty-handed to the building. Several young men with brightly colored hair were huddled in a corner smoking. Upon seeing a stranger enter, they stopped talking and began watching Kiritsugu Emiya's movements.

They're very vigilant; they don't seem to be just any ordinary small gang.

He pretended to look curiously into the building, hesitated for a moment, and then quickly left. But in reality, Kiritsugu Emiya went around to the other side of the wall, grabbed onto the gaps in the brickwork, and quickly climbed up using his impressive physique. In a few moments, he reached the third floor and jumped in through a window without glass.

Upon entering, a stench mixed with the smell of rotting matter and excrement assaulted his senses. Kiritsugu Emiya frowned a few times and quickly scanned the room.

Litter was strewn everywhere, yellowish-green liquid was scattered about, and blackish-yellow human feces were also visible indiscriminately. The exit was an empty gap instead of a door. This place seemed to be a dumping ground for homeless people and a makeshift toilet in case of emergency.

It's hard to imagine that a city with places like this can be rated as civilized.

A filthy man mumbled something as he entered the room, only to be instantly knocked unconscious by a single blow to the back of the neck from Kiritsugu Emiya, who then gently laid him on the ground. Kiritsugu then left the room and headed towards the floor where the small gang, as described in the intelligence report, was located.

The dark, narrow corridors and stairwells, reeking of a strange stench, were littered with garbage. Occasionally, one could see stacks of newspapers arranged to resemble beds in a few rooms. Perhaps because it was daytime, there were no homeless people wandering the corridors. Kiritsugu Emiya quickly traversed these deserted corridors, soon finding the elevator, which was not yet fully repaired. He pried open the door, rushed inside, and climbed up three floors while holding onto the edge, before opening the exit door.

This floor is the location of the small gang mentioned in the intelligence report.

According to the intelligence gathered, the small gang consisted of only about a dozen people. Three were monitoring the road outside the building, two were monitoring for any unusual activity on the first floor, and the remaining seven or eight, no more than ten members, would likely gather on this floor. Considering the two targets, and taking the worst-case scenario into account, Kiritsugu Emiya might face an attack from twelve enemies at once.

The targets are likely all rated B-level individuals. In addition, the gang has a C-level martial artist and a C-level superhuman. The superhuman's ability is a fear aura that can influence people's emotional states. Due to various limitations, I can only use a tactical dagger.

After briefly considering the situation, Kiritsugu Emiya stepped out of the elevator and was greeted by a blond young man yawning as he walked out of a room.

The silent eye contact lasted for about 0.01 seconds.

Start with a single palm strike, covering the opponent's mouth before they can react. Immediately follow with a heavy punch to their abdomen. As the opponent instinctively bends over in pain, simultaneously strike their neck with a backhand palm strike, knocking them unconscious. Finally, before the opponent falls to the ground, bend your knees to catch them, preventing them from falling and making too much noise.

Kiritsugu Emiya can kill one person in one and a half seconds.

Not bad, it seems he hasn't forgotten his fighting skills despite his long years of living a life of law and order.

He dragged the unconscious blond-haired guy into an empty room, then knocked down two thugs smoking in the side corridor and dragged them into the same room. Next, he knocked out a young man engrossed in his phone by a window, and Kiritsugu Emiya considerately turned off his phone. Judging from the phone, it seemed he was playing some online multiplayer game; it's unclear what impact losing one person might have on their teammates.

In a room with a door on the inside, you could hear people discussing something. Kiritsugu Emiya instinctively wanted to open the door and throw a grenade in, but then he remembered that he didn't have that kind of equipment with him. This operation also needed to avoid serious casualties as much as possible.

This is really troublesome. I'm an assassin, not some kind of special agent. Taking out all the enemies is clearly what I'm best at.

Based on the sounds, it can be roughly determined that there are five people inside the room. Two of them are near the window, while the other three are standing behind the door and on the right side of the room.

They were probably discussing something, but because of the door, it wasn't very clear. Kiritsugu Emiya's magic skills weren't particularly strong, but he could still enhance his hearing. Just as he was about to eavesdrop, a strange movement came from behind him.

"Haha, where did this uncle come from, trying to eavesdrop—whoa!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and kicked, but his opponent immediately dodged. Then, a strange sense of fear suddenly began to affect Kiritsugu Emiya's senses, causing him to shiver for no reason.

It's that superhuman.

Time speeds up, by two times!

There was no time to hesitate. After the other person shouted, the people inside the house stirred, and they realized they had been discovered.

"Boom!"

With a heavy thud, Kiritsugu Emiya leaped up and delivered a powerful knee strike to the young man's forehead, causing him to roll his eyes and collapse unconscious. The next moment, the door behind him flung open, and a sallow-faced young man rushed out, immediately drawing a knife upon seeing Kiritsugu Emiya.

Then he was kicked over by Kiritsugu Emiya and rolled back into the house.

The other people inside the house had already begun rushing out.

He drew the dagger from his pouch, dodged the first man's punch, then severed his tendons with a backhand strike. Before the man could even scream, a heavy punch landed on his temple, silencing him temporarily. The second man followed, raising his iron rod to strike, but Kiritsugu Emiya seized the opportunity, stepping on the rod and slamming his body forward into the man's body. He then used his left hand to press down on the man's head, slamming it against the wall, cracking it in several places.

At that moment, a young man in plain clothes walked out of the room with a casual expression.

"You've got some skills, old man."

A faint electric current was flowing through his hand.

"Come and practice with me, give it a try."

Having already exited the accelerated state, Kiritsugu Emiya cautiously took a step back, observing his opponent's movements.

The manifestation of electric current could be a superpower or magic, meaning it's certain that the individual possesses special abilities.

Sheathing his dagger, Kiritsugu Emiya turned and fled.

"Ha, don't even think about running away!"

An angry voice came from behind, followed by the crackling of lightning. Kiritsugu Emiya dodged into a side room, a bolt of lightning striking the doorframe and sending shards of stone flying. The young man roared and charged forward, smashing through a wall, only to find the room empty.

"What about people?"

Boom!

A heavy blow suddenly descended from above, and the young man only had time to widen his eyes before he fainted from the attack.

Solve one.

Upon landing back on the ground, Kiritsugu Emiya stood up. The next moment, the wall beside him shattered with a deafening roar. A figure over two meters tall crashed through the wall and punched Kiritsugu Emiya, sending him flying. The figure crashed through the wall and landed in the other room.

"Ugh!"

He's another target. When did he infiltrate here?

"They dared to target us and have some strength; they seem like they're worth interrogating."

The muscular man sneered and charged forward again, clearly intending to capture Kiritsugu Emiya in one fell swoop.

Time speeds up, by two times!

Narrowly dodging the punch thrown at him, Kiritsugu Emiya slashed a thin, bloody gash in the man's arm with his dagger. He then kicked the man in the waist, but the recoil nearly knocked him off his feet. The man laughed heartily, turning around as if he felt no pain whatsoever, and his large hand swiftly reached for Kiritsugu Emiya.

The difference in strength is too great; you can't let your opponent grab your body.

Time speeds up, three times!

call--

Kiritsugu Emiya's eyes widened. Instead of retreating, he advanced, dodging the opponent's grabbing hand. His dagger sliced ​​across the opponent's neck, leaving a small wound. Then, Kiritsugu rolled to the side, increasing the distance between them and stopping his accelerating magic spell.

"Hmph, as fast as a mouse, but far from enough to fight me," the man laughed, completely unconcerned about the few small wounds on his body. "This body has been trained to its limit. Your knife can only cut a strip of skin at most. Surrender obediently, and I might spare your life."

"No need, one wound is enough."

Kiritsugu Emiya shook his head and took a step back.

“I already have one survivor; I don’t need a second person to provide information.”

"What are you talking about...wait, what is this?"

Blood flowed uncontrollably from the small wound on his neck. The man stared wide-eyed in disbelief as his blood filled almost half the room before he collapsed weakly to the ground, trembling.

"How...how could this be, you despicable scoundrel, ahh...ah..."