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In a small alley deep within this street, two burly men covered in tattoos stood in front of a dilapidated door, smoking and discussing which woman in the bar next door was more exciting to be with and which woman had a fairer price, occasionally bursting into lewd laughter.

Just then, a man approached the two of them quickly with hurried steps.

"Halt! Who are you?"

Having spent years navigating this kind of environment, even a lowly gatekeeper like him understood basic principles. His fingers resting on the guns at his waist, the two men straightened up and sternly rebuked the approaching man.

The man seemed startled, shrinking into a ball and standing frozen in place, muttering something incoherently. His pupils were filled with fear, yet also seemed to hold a deep longing. He sat down on the ground, his hand trembling as he reached out to the two of them, as if pleading for something. Looking at his filthy clothes and mud-covered face, the two quickly made their judgment.

Another penniless wretch who's addicted to drugs and wants to ask for something better here after hearing there's a good alternative.

Hmph, with your looks, you think you can catch the eye of those lunatics?

Both men wore sneers of disdain. One of them walked up to the man and kicked him while shouting foul language. But as soon as he kicked out, he saw the man suddenly raise his head, and the cold look in his eyes almost suffocated him.

The man who had been trembling and looking ugly just moments before instantly transformed into a completely different person. The burly man cried out in alarm and instinctively reached for his gun. But the other man's outstretched hand touched his body the next moment, and a strange numbness instantly pierced through his body, freezing him in place. Then, the man sitting on the ground suddenly sprang up, a silenced pistol sliding from his sleeve into his fingers. He raised his hand, and three silent bullets instantly pierced the head of the other burly man who was still laughing behind him. Then, he turned the gun and pressed it against the forehead of the immobilized burly man in front of him.

With a gentle pull of the trigger, death silently unfolded the next moment, taking away a warm breath.

Kiritsugu Emiya expressionlessly wiped the blood splattered on his face, stood up, looked at the rusty door covered with small advertisements, took out four bullets from his pistol pouch, reloaded the magazine, and then connected to the communication:

"Stay alert, Maimi, I'm going in now."

"learn."

On the other end of the communication was a similarly cold female voice, coming from a dilapidated high-rise building not far away, behind a sniper rifle hidden in the darkness.

Without hesitation, Kiritsugu Emiya pushed open the door and stepped into the dimly lit room.

Behind the door was a corridor piled high with garbage, reeking of foul odors, and the walls were covered with obscene and vulgar writings. But Kiritsugu Emiya paid no heed, calmly and slowly advancing step by step down the narrow corridor.

A wooden door ahead was pushed open, and a man reeking of alcohol emerged with a grin. Just as he turned a corner, Kiritsugu Emiya sprang from the darkness, choked him, and plunged a knife into his heart. After a struggle and convulsions, he dragged the man's corpse into a pile of garbage, reappearing with the same appearance as the original.

Staggering drunkenly, Kiritsugu Emiya swaggered deeper into the area, occasionally laughing and cursing with passersby, uttering vulgar and obscene words, or simply joining a group of people to drink a few bottles of wine and offer a few cigarettes. He slowly walked deeper into the area until he was stopped in front of an iron gate by two cold-faced men.

Fueled by alcohol, he shouted and cursed loudly, brandishing his fists and attempting to force his way in. He was subsequently beaten bloody by the guards and collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain. Unable to bear the man's disgraceful behavior, one of the guards took out a walkie-talkie and made a few calls. A man dressed as a servant emerged from behind the iron gate, carried the reeking drunken man away, and returned quickly, his trousers only slightly stained with mud.

The servants made their way smoothly through the iron gate and continued deeper into the territory.

Unlike the chaos outside, the depths were more orderly, cleaner, and more organized, clearly inhabited by people of different social classes. Thinking about it this way, the door they had just passed through must have been reserved for servants. The docile servants moved forward quietly with their heads bowed, their gazes briefly sweeping over the magic detectors on the walls.

Before long, their advance encountered another obstacle. This time, it was a man with a face full of nails. The servant, seeing the man's eyes, knew he was now clearly suspected. So he gently touched the communicator in his ear to confirm his location and that of his target, and then stopped.

The fierce-looking man with nail-studded skin shouted angrily as he strode toward the servant. The servant calmly raised his head, slightly stretched his shoulders, and the submissive look in his eyes vanished.

Thus, the infiltration ended, and Kiritsugu Emiya began his killing spree.

The spitting flames instantly engulfed everyone present, riddling the elite thugs with holes like sieves, leaving them powerless to move. The nail-faced man's body, however, glowed with blue light, deflecting the attacks. Clearly, he was an extremely powerful magician, far surpassing Emiya's own mediocre skills.

Then a specially made bullet pierced the barrier of magic, instantly twisting the structure of the nail-faced man's body. He could no longer use even the simplest magic trick and could only fall to the ground, his breath taken away by a string of bullets.

Emiya Kiritsugu then began to run.

In his left hand was a silenced pistol with a specially enlarged magazine, and in his right hand, a short, sturdy dagger engraved with strange and mysterious patterns. He charged forward, with more thugs rushing out from the left and right, trying to stop him. He moved among them like a ghost, untouchable, only able to be taken down one by one.

In just a short while, countless corpses lay on this not-so-long corridor.

Kiritsugu Emiya continued forward calmly, blasting open the locked door with a single shot. He then blocked a sudden attack from inside, twisted the attacker's wrist, disarmed him, and plunged the blade into the attacker's chest, all the way to the hilt. Only then did Kiritsugu release the man's convulsing body, his eyes coldly fixed on a balding, middle-aged man cowering in a corner of the room.

"No! Don't kill me! I'll give you anything you want, just don't kill me!"

The man begged loudly for mercy, tears and snot almost streaming down his face.

“Yamaguchi Osamu,” Kiritsugu Emiya called out the man’s name, pulled out a chair in the room, sat down, and while fiddling with an old-fashioned pistol in his hand, looked at the man trembling against the wall. “A little over a month ago, you sold a magically modified van to a group, or an individual, right?”

"I...I don't know anything, I don't know..."

brush--

A dagger grazed the tip of his nose and embedded itself deeply in the wall. He screamed in terror and instinctively crawled backward, only to feel something cold pressing against his head.

“I know you have the means to resist magical hypnosis, Mr. Yamaguchi,” Kiritsugu Emiya’s emotionless voice rang out from above him, “so I will use a more primitive method, asking slowly.”

He stood up, stepped on the back of the trembling man, bent down and pulled the dagger stuck in the wall.

"How many pieces of your flesh do you think I should cut off before you tell the truth?"

In Yamaguchi's fearless eyes, Emiya Kiritsugu's face resembled that of a demon from hell.

He had no doubt that this man was genuinely and seriously considering cutting off his own flesh, thinking about where to make the incision, how many pieces to cut at once, and what size they should be. This was a terrifying man who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, and he was now his prey.

The most terrifying and untouchable team in the Bureau of Supernatural Abilities' operations group is Team Six. This isn't because this team possesses the two most powerful individuals in the entire Bureau of Supernatural Abilities' Japan branch, but because the team's deputy leader is a ruthless and terrifying assassin.

I can't play tricks on this man, so I have to tell him everything. That way, I at least have a chance to survive.

Yamaguchi's lips parted slightly, as if he were about to speak, when a dagger suddenly flew in and pierced his skull in an instant. With a狰狞 expression of unseeing rage, this lowly leader of the filthy land stopped breathing completely.

"...This is meaningless," Kiritsugu Emiya said calmly after a moment of silence, looking at the corpses at his feet. "I came to him to ask for information in order to find you. But since you have appeared directly, I no longer have the need to ask for information, because you are my target."

"But this is out of pity for him."

A deep, yet compassionate male voice sounded from outside the door. A very tall figure slowly walked out.

“Whether he reveals the information or not, you will inflict extremely painful torture on him, and no matter how much he begs for mercy, you will kill him. From beginning to end, he has no chance of survival, so in order to spare him too much pain, I let him leave peacefully. This is my mercy towards him.”

It was a muscular man who was at least five or six centimeters taller than Kiritsugu Emiya. He was dressed in simple black clothes and had a gloomy and cold face. Just by confronting him, Kiritsugu Emiya felt a heavy pressure that made him want to vomit.

Without a doubt, he is a master, and he will only be stronger than Kuntai last time, definitely not weaker.

Kiritsugu Emiya stared at the other person, while the other person's emotionless pupils were also fixed on Kiritsugu Emiya.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Araya Sōren."

The man with a somber expression extended his hand and introduced himself in a flat tone. At the same time, Kiritsugu Emiya focused his attention and launched a fierce surprise attack.

In the cramped room, the two men's battle erupted instantly.

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Section 26, Chapter 4: Confronting in the Shadows

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The sharp blade tip and the iron ring on the wrist sparked a dazzling display of light in a fleeting moment of contact.

The next moment, the tall and silent man moved his feet and delivered a heavy punch to Kiritsugu Emiya's chest. With the force of his arm, shoulder, back, and legs working together, Kiritsugu Emiya was sent flying, smashing through the thick wall and crashing into the wall on the other side of the corridor, creating a huge crack before finally falling to the ground.

With a deafening roar, Araya Souren smashed through the crumbling wall and found himself in the corridor. But where Emiya Kiritsugu should have been lying was empty. Instead, the sound of a gun trigger being pulled suddenly echoed from the corridor to his right.

The next moment, fierce flames erupted in the narrow corridor.

Within two or three seconds, at least a hundred rounds of ammunition were unleashed, the scorching hot shell casings rolling onto the cold concrete floor. But Araya Sōren held firm, his arms moving like phantoms, forming an impenetrable wall in front of him, completely deflecting all the incoming bullets.

A dagger gleaming with cold light suddenly thrust forward in front of him.

This was an unimaginable, sudden attack; the speed and timing were perfect. Had Araya not been a seasoned veteran who instinctively dodged to the side, the blow would have pierced his right eye and embedded itself in his head. Even so, a piece of flesh on the side of his face was cut open, and blood immediately began to trickle out.

"This is... forced bleeding, poison, status weakening... a complex curse, inscribed onto the dagger. I think I can only marvel. Emiya Kiritsugu, you are indeed as terrifying and ruthless as the legends say."

As Araya spoke, two grenades followed.

The flames from the explosion engulfed the narrow corridor in the next moment.

The tall man tore through the flames in the next moment and burst out of the broken corridor.

Golden patterns swirled around Araya Souren, forming a triple ring that completely isolated the outer layer of flames and high temperature. This was one of Araya Souren's techniques: a barrier. He scanned the corridor with his calm, unwavering eyes, searching for his opponent, but the next moment he heard a "bang," and his vision, before his hearing, caught sight of a strangely patterned bullet flying towards him.

Bullets are useless against oneself.

That's what he wanted to say.

But from that seemingly insignificant bullet, he sensed an unparalleled and intense threat. Being hit, even if it didn't kill him instantly, would certainly be something worse than death. Following his instincts, he dodged to the side. The bullet grazed the edge of his barrier, instantly eroding a layer of his carefully designed barrier.

Faintly, a dissatisfied and regretful "tsk" came from the other end of the corridor.

Was this a bullet designed to target magicians? That was close; when facing this guy, you can never be too cautious.

The thought flashed through his mind, but Araya Sōren's feet didn't stop moving. The shot he'd just fired was indeed extremely dangerous, but it had also revealed Kiritsugu Emiya's position. As he rapidly closed the distance, Araya clenched his right fist and launched an attack with unparalleled ferocity.

Immediately afterwards, amidst the air explosions and cracks in the walls caused by the collision of fists, Araya's seemingly inevitable punch was met head-on by Kiritsugu Emiya.

A dagger imbued with a powerful curse attacked from the other side, forcing Araya Sōren to shift his stance and parry a series of sudden, rapid counterattacks. Emiya Kiritsugu's attack frequency reached an astonishing level in an instant, far exceeding Araya Sōren's comprehension. Although he managed to deflect most of the attacks thanks to his years of training and combat experience, he still suffered several cuts to his arms and torso.

With a kick, Araya, who was struggling to defend, was forced back several steps. Kiritsugu Emiya threw out a smoke bomb and quickly dodged away using the smoke.

Normally, after being stabbed two or three times, the opponent should be completely incapacitated. However, I just inflicted at least ten wounds on him, yet his movements didn't slow down at all; on the contrary, he seemed to be getting more and more used to my attack rhythm.

Kiritsugu Emiya barely managed to calm his wildly beating heart as he slipped around the corner of the corridor.

Despite Kiritsugu Emiya's earlier ability to suppress Sōren Araya's relentless attacks, most of his blows were actually minor cuts or even grazes. This man was incredibly formidable; no matter how swift the attack, it couldn't cause him the slightest panic. He remained calm and composed, effectively halting Kiritsugu Emiya's attacks, which had increased threefold.

The condition of my heart and blood flow is not good. I cannot launch another attack like before for at least five minutes. I must rely on the terrain to move around.

His right arm was still aching terribly, a lingering effect of taking a powerful punch from Araya Sōren that could easily pierce a steel plate. However, this level of pain wasn't enough to render him unable to fight.

Kiritsugu Emiya moved swiftly, simultaneously drawing an old-fashioned pistol from his pocket. He unloaded the chamber to reload, revealing it to be a single-round, outdated pistol that couldn't even automatically eject the spent cartridge. But for Kiritsugu Emiya, this gun was his trump card, the key to turning the tide in crucial moments.

From the activation of the runes that blocked the flames, to the resistance the blade encountered beneath the skin, there's no doubt this man is a magician, and specifically a barrier master. Therefore, this gun will definitely work; this bullet, produced from within itself, will surely end the opponent's fighting ability.

As he stepped onto the stairs, Kiritsugu Emiya ran upstairs. Just as he reached the second floor, a tall figure burst through the floor and appeared before him, delivering a sweeping punch directly to Kiritsugu's chest. Unable to dodge, Kiritsugu only managed a muffled groan before being thrown aside by the force of the blow, crashing through several brick walls before finally tumbling awkwardly onto the floor.

Behind them, the tall figure appeared silently like a ghost.

Having arrived here, he should theoretically be a general. After all, according to intelligence, Emiya Kiritsugu isn't the type like Li Cheng or Ryougi Shiki, skilled in direct confrontation and capable of withstanding high-intensity damage. He's more like an assassin, striking swiftly from the shadows to inflict massive damage, while his physical abilities are relatively average. However, facing this old fox, Araya felt that being overly cautious was never too much. He stood silently to the side, watching the lifeless Emiya Kiritsugu lying on the ground, his fingers clenched, preparing to test the waters with a couple more punches to see if he was faking unconsciousness or truly unconscious.

Then, after his fist struck the opponent's body, Araya was astonished to discover that the person lying on the ground before him was actually a false image. It quickly dissipated after he hit it, turning into a dull, lifeless gem.

Gunshots rang out from behind in the next second.

There was no time to turn around or dodge. Araya slammed his fist into the ground, shattering the floor and collapsing it. He himself fell back to the next level with the falling debris, narrowly escaping the fatal attack.

No, this person's fighting spirit is too strong. Is that some kind of intuition? Or is it something like instinct? Emiya knew very well that he launched both sneak attacks at absolutely perfect moments, but this opponent dealt with them both times and is still completely unharmed.

I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat the enemy in front of me on my own.