funbook-pk Chapter 154 A Special Two-Person Operation (2)
Chapter 154 A Special Two-Person Operation (2)
Forty-five minutes ago, in the preparation room
Yoruichi Kuromon stared at his reflection in the mirror, silently reciting self-hypnotic phrases in his mind.
According to Gin's instructions, in order to avoid too many members of the Operations Department being lost in a day, this pursuit mission adopted the elite solo operation mode of good guys - that is, a two-person operation carried out by only the two of them.
'I wonder what clues they've each discovered. When this family game is over, I'll definitely have to go through the details with everyone.'
He thought he would be happier after leaving the organization, but after Sharon and the others adapted well, only a few months later, Kuromon Haruya himself frequently had the idea of returning to the nest.
"It's been years since I've worked this much overtime. These past few days have felt like an eternity. Thinking about it, continuing to be an otaku who just lives off the organization's resources doesn't seem so bad after all..."
"No, that's so wrong!" Just as he was about to slide off the equipment platform, Kuromon Haruya raised his hand and frantically rubbed his face. He pressed against the chest of the person in the mirror and warned him impatiently, "Kuromon! You're a father of two now, you need to take responsibility!"
"Very good! Let's begin deep hypnosis now, with the timeframe set until tomorrow after I wake up..."
Rum, who was secretly monitored through the camera and couldn't hear anything but saw him having an episode: ?
The stage was set up and the actors were in place. As soon as "Kuromon Haruya" opened her eyes, what came into view was that indecisive face.
"Tsk."
With a violin case full of various war supplies on his back, he nonchalantly pushed open the door and walked to Gin's side, who had been waiting for a long time.
Gin opened his palm, revealing two red and white capsules in the center of his glove: "Eat them."
Kuromon Haruya casually popped the capsule into his mouth, swallowed it dryly, and then asked, "What are the effects of these drugs?"
"This is that kind of drug, an inhibitor of Aptx4869. After taking it, your recovery ability will return to normal."
A slight chill spread from his stomach upwards, reaching his heart. Kuromon Haruya clutched his increasingly weak chest and looked at Gin with a questioning gaze: "Is this the normal level?"
Without the reassuring presence of researchers in white coats by his side, Yoya Kuromon harbored deep doubts about the drug's reliability.
A guy like Gin, who "smokes and drinks in private, is probably a very picky eater, and doesn't care about his health at all," would likely give out drugs that would harm his health and deplete his energy, requiring him to spend over ten mission points to recover.
"This is just in case." As if the suspicion on his face was too obvious, Gin rolled his eyes as if looking at his hat, with a cigarette in his mouth. "That man's authority cannot be tested. Today's operation should leave no survivors."
Especially you, Butber. Stop this pointless pretense. If you want any clues about the tragedy, at least show you're willing to sacrifice everything, no matter the cost.
"...sacrifice everything."
Hiding behind the height restriction barrier, Kuromon Haruya silently recited Gin's instructions before they set off.
After the first two bullets were fired, not only Scrooge, but also Rum and Gin went silent—it was as if a test had been deliberately set up.
The time it took for Scrooge to move to another backup sniping position while he was hiding behind the obstacle was more than enough for him to move. In theory, his job was done and he should have waited for backup to eliminate the threat, just to be on the safe side.
Just when Rum thought he was going to be on hold until the end, Butber's voice came through the channel:
"Gin, I've also taken a liking to Scrooge. How about a hunting contest where the loser has to grant the winner a favor within their means?"
His kind voice was full of frivolity, revealing a stark contrast between his outward appearance and his inner thoughts.
Aside from Binga with his comical lower eyelashes, Gin hadn't heard anyone provoke him like this in a long time, let alone the usually docile Butbel.
He chuckled softly from the driver's seat, glanced across the river, and replied in a low voice, "Butber, you're not in a position to negotiate with me."
"However, if you can subdue Scrooge first, I will consider upgrading your organizational authority."
"Then it's a deal! Guinness World Records, you guys have to be my witnesses!"
With the violin case on his back pressed against his torso, Heimon Haruya drove his motorcycle directly toward the building where Scrooge might be—a 30-story unfinished building located on the border between the industrial and commercial districts.
......
Incredulously, Pu Siqinglan changed to the fifth magazine, took out a bullet, and stomped on it a few times: "It's definitely a solid shot! Why is it that the motorcyclist was unharmed after being hit by several bullets!"
It's no wonder she reacted that way on the spot; the target was simply too inhuman. Pu Siqinglan was certain she had observed the blood mist erupting from the large-caliber sniper's position as it pierced through the body, but in the blink of an eye, the target below only swayed a few times before continuing to drive towards them!
It was just like the legendary Rasputin, the monk who miraculously survived a great calamity!
This time, the distance was so great that she didn't even need to change her scope; the threat was already clearly visible. She had personally witnessed her opponent jump down from the five-meter-high steel frame. Against anti-tank tactics, and being a skilled sniper and a woman, she was bound to be at a disadvantage.
"The fox has been taken care of. It seems that those misers will withhold a lot of the hiring fee this time." After tying up her grayish-blue hair, Pu Siqinglan put the sniper rifle into her bag and quickly moved between the buildings using the zipline that had been set up in advance.
She landed gracefully on the ground like a nimble cat, dusted off her cheongsam, picked up the walkie-talkie and called to her companion: "It's time to retreat. The enemy is acting very strangely. We can still make a lot of money by just taking the intelligence back."
The wealthy man who hired them was looking for a gem that could grant immortality. The reward she would receive for sending news of this person back would be more than enough to restore her ancestors' fame.
"So how much money can you actually make?" his companion asked innocently.
The weakness of mercenary groups lies here: every time Scorpion works with new comrades, he is plagued by their uneven skill levels.
"If you want to stay and die, then stay!"
Too lazy to pay attention to the other party, she walked to her car and was about to leave when she heard a terrified voice coming from the walkie-talkie: "Watch out! That old black car behind you!"
Pu Siqinglan turned her head and saw a distinctive Porsche 356A driving diagonally across the road. This was the troublesome person they had been specifically warned about!
She instinctively tried to drive away, but then heard a warning on the walkie-talkie: "Watch out!"
"What are you being careful of this time!"
"Of course, be careful of falling objects from high places."
A dark shadow struck her face. Pu Siqinglan looked up, stunned as she was hit by the falling human body.
Gin, who had just approached to prepare for the hunt, suddenly took a few steps back, but still couldn't react in time and got splattered with blood.
He looked with disgust at the aesthetically unappealing figure on the floor and gritted his teeth as he uttered a code name: "Butbel".
"Cough cough, hiss—" Kuromon Haruya, along with his violin case—which was deliberately stuffed full of bricks—raised his right hand, which was clearly fractured, and crawled to his feet to greet them:
"Gin, I won. I get promoted."
A twisted smile graced his blood-soaked face. The man, dressed entirely in black and with a bizarre appearance, lay sprawled in a pool of blood, a sight so horrifying it was almost unsettling, with a visual impact no less striking than the male ghosts in classic horror movies.
The male ghost convulsively rose from the ground, and with each interaction, a sickening cracking sound could be heard as it slowly approached, blood splattering everywhere.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Through the crack, the spider, hiding in the trunk, saw this face and gasped, screaming as it unleashed its most powerful, trump card illusion at Gin—
In the blink of an eye, supporting his still-recovering body, Kuromon Haruya felt a sudden burst of power and took a step forward to block Gin, absorbing the red light.
Then, with a "thud," he collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness amidst countless flashbacks.
Kuromon: Who am I again?
A voice buried deep within her heart suddenly rang out: "[I am Kuromon Haruya, twenty-six years old, the sole survivor of the Tottori Prefecture massacre seventeen years ago...]"
After listening to this recollection of the past, Haruya Kuromon gradually regained her memories:
"That's right. I'm Haruya Kuromon. I joined the organization to avenge my parents. My codename is Butbell."