Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Chapter 236 Hunting Ground

An unremarkable apartment in Beika-cho, which should have been a comfortable home for people, has now become a battlefield filled with smoke and blood.

Outside the window, the moonlight has illuminated the earth, but the room is still burning with flames and thick smoke, as if the whole world is collapsing.

The surrounding walls had been blown to pieces, and the floor was littered with broken glass and furniture debris.

In the center of the room, black smoke slowly rose, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and blood.

Judy Starling leaned quietly against the wall with a painful smile on her face.

Her eyes had lost their luster, her right hand hung limply on the ground, and the gun in her hand seemed to be her only support.

Her left leg was already covered in blood, and the severe pain from the wound almost made her unable to move. Her chest was also hit by an enemy bullet, and the blood had seeped through her clothes, staining her body red.

She raised her head and looked at the scene around her - the bodies of James Blake and Andre Kamil lay quietly beside her, both of them were lifeless.

James's face was ashen and his eyes were wide open, as if he still didn't fully understand the fate he was facing before he died.

At the last moment, Andrei grabbed her hand painfully, as if he was still hoping for a miracle of survival from her.

However, all this is meaningless.

Judy smiled bitterly, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed.

Tokyo is really a restricted area for the FBI.

She remembered that a few months ago, the cause of Shuichi Akai's death was confusing, and she and her teammates were still working hard to find out the truth. But now, the entire FBI base in Tokyo has been completely destroyed by the organization, and the successive blows have made her completely discouraged.

She had once been so determined to fight against the Black Organization and fight for her ideals and revenge, but now, all of this had become so ridiculous.

"The strength of the organization is really too strong."

She sighed softly in her heart, as if all her persistence and belief had turned into bubbles.

Her eyes wandered over the bloodstains on the ground. She had imagined this day coming countless times.

But when this day really came, she no longer felt the anger she had imagined, but instead felt deeply tired and numb.

There were footsteps at the door of the room.

Judy raised her head slightly, and in front of her was a group of armed members of the organization wearing black tactical uniforms and masks. They stared at her coldly, as if she was just a dying beast with no room for resistance.

One of them sneered and raised his gun, aiming at her head, a playful smile on his face: "It's over, FBI!"

Judy didn't respond, her vision gradually blurred, blood and sweat mixed into cold sweat, sliding down her forehead and soaking her hair.

She no longer had any chance of escape, and she didn't even have the strength to fire her last bullet.

She opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out. She felt the deadly threat, the bullet was so close.

Suddenly, a sharp sound broke the silence.

"boom!"

A gunshot broke the stagnant air.

Judy only felt a black screen in front of her eyes, but she did not feel any pain. Instead, the organization member in front of her suddenly fell down.

Dust and smoke in the air rose instantly, Judy's heart beat suddenly, she raised her head with difficulty and saw a figure appear in front of her.

Judy was a little confused. The blood at the corner of her mouth had begun to scab over, and her mind was a little hazy, but she still tried to speak: "You... who... are you?"

The woman didn't answer, but just looked down at Judy.

Judy's eyelids gradually became heavy and her consciousness began to blur.

Just as she was about to fall into endless darkness, the last thing that emerged in her mind was her repeated confrontations with the organization, her former beliefs, goals, and the revenge that had never been achieved.

"At least... I can still die in this struggle..."

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Tokyo, the city that never sleeps, its streets, once full of life and energy, are now filled with silence and tension.

As communications were restored, things became less peaceful.

Those members of the organization who were once so powerful seemed unaware that they had become prey. Before they knew it, the streets of Tokyo had become a huge hunting ground.

Those who originally seemed ordinary and common people - office workers, students, homeless people, housewives, and the elderly have all transformed into cold-blooded killers, moving silently in the dark, hunting down these members of the organization that once ran rampant.

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On a busy street in the commercial district, an organization cadre wearing a black suit and sunglasses was walking aimlessly, holding a weapon in his hand, seemingly unaware of the unusual atmosphere around him.

Just as he was about to turn a corner, a hand quietly rested on his shoulder. The man instinctively turned around, only to see a young man in an ordinary jacket, his face expressionless and his eyes cold.

Before he could say anything, the young man quickly took action and put a delicate steel rope around his neck.

The wire tightened quickly like a ghost, leaving almost no room for resistance.

He struggled hard with his hands, but to no avail. His throat was soon strangled and his eyes widened in horror, but everything happened so fast that he didn't even utter a scream.

The young man loosened his grip, and the man's body instantly collapsed, falling heavily to the street, lying on the ground. No one noticed that he was no longer breathing.

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In a quiet residential area, a member of the organization was walking alone on a secluded path.

It was pitch black all around, with only the occasional faint light from the old street lamps illuminating his way.

He didn't feel anything unusual until he turned a corner and suddenly heard a faint sound.

The moment he turned around, he saw a middle-aged woman with her back to him. She was wearing ordinary home clothes and holding a garbage bag in her hand.

He frowned, not understanding how anyone could dare to throw away garbage in such a situation. He drew his pistol and walked towards the woman who had a look of fear on her face.

However, when she was less than two meters away from her, a sinister smile suddenly appeared on the woman's face. She threw away the garbage bag in her hand, and then two daggers stabbed at the man's abdomen and neck like ghosts.

The man had no time to react. At that moment, the sharp blade had already cut through his flesh, and blood gushed out, spraying on the ground and walls.

He instinctively covered the wound with his hands, but he could no longer stop the blood from gushing out and death was approaching.

The woman quickly retracted the dagger, her eyes cold and calm, as if everything that had just happened was just a daily routine for her.

She turned quickly and disappeared into the night as if nothing had happened.

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In an alley, an armed member of the organization was walking through the dim alley entrance.

Behind him was a dilapidated building with graffiti all over the walls, and the air around him was heavy and stuffy.

Suddenly, he heard a slight sound of footsteps, as if coming from some dark corner. He looked around alertly, but could not see anything clearly.

However, just as he turned around, a figure suddenly jumped out from the other end of the street and quickly approached him.

He was an ordinary-looking homeless man, dressed in rags, with a beard and a worn baseball cap.

The homeless man pounced on the gang member without hesitation and threw him heavily to the ground.

He tried to break free, but the tramp was incredibly fast, punching and kicking him so hard that he had no chance to fight back.

Then, the tramp grabbed his neck, quickly pulled out a sharp dagger, and stabbed it into his chest without hesitation. The dagger had almost no resistance and directly cut open his heart, instantly cutting off his life.

The tramp didn't hesitate, he quickly drew his knife, stood up, and looked down at his prey.

Without a trace of panic, the blade of the dagger was quickly wiped clean, and then disappeared into the shadows of the alley like a ghost, disappearing silently.

……

That night, every street, every alley, every seemingly ordinary figure in Tokyo became a hunter of death. The organization's lone members were now prey, and the ordinary people on the streets, in alleyways, even in inconspicuous shops and schools, had become their nightmare.

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Under the night sky of Tokyo, in the office on the top floor of the Continental Hotel, the dim lights and the bright neon lights outside are intertwined to form a complex picture.

Wakasa Rumi sat quietly in front of the computer, her hands typing rapidly on the keyboard, and reports of assassination operations flashed on the screen.

Behind every piece of information lies the loss of a life.

The frequency and number of these reports were obviously higher than expected, which made her look at Conan sitting by the window with some heartache.

Conan leaned back in his chair, leisurely holding up a glass of juice, and looked out through the window, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

A gentle breeze brushed his face and blew a corner of the curtain.

His expression remained calm, but Wakasa knew that the young man's inner turmoil was far more complicated than what appeared on the outside.

"All the assassins in Tokyo are taking action. With so many members in the organization, how much money is this going to cost?"

Wakasa said in a low voice, his eyes fell on the computer screen again, and a hint of helplessness appeared on his face.

Conan took a sip of juice, waved his hand, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face: "Anything that can be solved with money is not a problem."

Another report appeared on the screen, and the details of the assassination were presented concisely, with the number of deaths and locations listed one by one.

Conan glanced at the information on the screen, his lips curled up in an unconscious sneer. "Humph! It seems that the initial success has made everyone in the organization lose their vigilance? So many people dare to act alone, really seeking death. With such execution ability, you dare to say you want to subvert the world?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his words and his eyes were cold. Everything was under his control.

Wakasa Rumi looked at the assassination messages one by one, and a hint of impatience flashed in her eyes.

She turned her chair slightly and tilted her head to look at Conan: "Really... You won't even let me go out and earn some extra money... By the way, when will the gift you mentioned be here?"

Conan laughed silently, looking at her who looked like an ant on a hot pan, he couldn't help but feel a little amused.

Just as I was about to respond, there was a sudden knock on the office door, breaking the silence.

"Conan! We're back."

A familiar voice came, with a friendly tone and crisp laughter. It was Xiaolan's voice.

Conan pointed to the door, a smile on his face: "Here I am."