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Chapter 76 Washing Seaweed

Armed helicopters swept over Tokyo Bay, and Amuro Tooru's expression was unusually grim.

"Everyone, take cover!" Without Kazami Yuya's command, Amuro Tooru had to shout it out himself to remind the officers below who were still unaware of the situation.

Although it was just a reconnaissance helicopter, its defensive machine guns were far beyond what flesh and blood on the ground could withstand.

Regardless of whether the police officers by the cordon heard his orders, Amuro Tooru grabbed his AWM, jumped off the blue container, and hid behind the container next door.

The next moment, a long burst of machine gun bullets whistled and struck the spot where he had been standing.

The blinding flames stood out starkly against the dark night sky.

If he hadn't dodged in time, Amuro Tooru would probably have been shattered into red particles floating in the air by now.

The officers below, seeing that the helicopter, which was clearly not under the jurisdiction of the Metropolitan Police Department, had opened fire, even those who hadn't heard Amuro Tooru's shouts, had already reacted by this time.

Faced with a life-threatening situation, the officers lost all sense of formation and scattered in all directions, each finding suitable cover to hide in.

The armed helicopter's target wasn't the police officers. After clearing all the surrounding obstacles, it slowly hovered behind the warehouse, its machine guns firing continuously to maintain suppressive fire, while lowering a long rope ladder that landed in a narrow passageway.

Gin and vodka emerge from the humanoid silhouette cut open by "starlight".

The black trench coat was spotless, showing no signs of having been in a gunfight.

The young girl followed them out gracefully.

Vodka climbed the ladder first, twisting his muscular body as he reached the top.

Gin then hung on the ladder, and the movement became much more pleasing to the eye.

After climbing two steps, he suddenly realized that the girl behind him had not followed.

"You're not leaving?"

Gin turned around and looked at her with a questioning gaze.

"I don't need something as troublesome as taking a helicopter."

"Starlight" waved her hand listlessly and shook the trench coat that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Gin then remembered that when they first met, "Starlight" had demonstrated jumping off the rooftop, so she must be a master of gliding.

It's best to have your own way of getting around so as not to take up the organization's public resources.

"Hey, Gin, remember to put in a good word for me with the boss." The girl said with a grin, "Saving you guys this time should count as a great achievement, right? No need for any special reward—just give us more research funding, and everyone will be happy."

Gin ignored her and turned to continue climbing.

"And one more friendly reminder: my intelligence network indicates that the operation to arrest you appears to have been directly ordered by the police department."

"In other words, there is an undercover agent within your organization."

Gin stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head, his voice filled with murderous intent.

"Not the FBI?"

"How many Americans do you see here?"

"who is it?"

Gin's words were menacing; he had zero tolerance for traitors.

"If I had known, I would have taken care of it for you." The girl rolled her eyes.

You can't blame him for lying; there were just too many undercover agents, and he didn't know where to begin.

"Is the source reliable?"

"My timely arrival proves that I am quite reliable."

Gin nodded, looked into her eyes, and said, "I will explain the truth to the boss."

"That couldn't be better."

"Starlight" yawned, looking quite tired.

"Alright, hurry up and go up. The machine gun is practically smoking."

"I should rest too—I have class tomorrow morning."

Gin turned and started climbing, ignoring this "high school girl" whose charisma he himself had come to believe.

According to Bourbon's information, although this "star" is indeed not very old, he is definitely long past the age of going to school.

Go to class? Don't be ridiculous.

......

Watching the black armed helicopter leave, Toru Tono turned and crawled back into the warehouse.

After storing the [Holographic Decoy Generator], which was stained with the blood of others, into her system space, Tohno Toru changed into Miyano Akemi's outfit and lay down on the ground.

The police officers outside the door hadn't even looked up from the suppression of the armed helicopters, and no one noticed what was happening here.

Let it be a cold corpse for a while.

He took out a blood pack from his pocket, stuffed it into his clothes, smashed it open, and pretended to be dutifully playing the role of a dead man.

The floor was a bit cold, while the fresh blood flowing from the officers' bodies was a bit warm, and the smell of blood was strong... In short, disguising a corpse was not a comfortable job.

A salute to the actors who play corpses in stage plays, often remaining motionless for half an hour.

......

Only when the sound of the helicopter rotors was almost inaudible did the police officers dare to peek out and gradually leave the cover.

Amuro, who had been standing in the middle of the police car encirclement with a calm expression, showed his badge and took over the work of Kazami Yuya, directing the officers to clean up the scene.

The work proceeded smoothly. Amuro Tooru entered the warehouse, where "Miyano Akemi," who had been lying on the ground, had returned to her "Starlight" form. She was sitting in an inconspicuous corner, holding a handkerchief and slowly wiping the blood that had long since congealed on her body.

Amuro Tooru tried his best not to look at the piled-up corpses in the middle of the warehouse, and walked straight toward "Starlight" without looking to the side.

One should not expose one's weakness to the enemy.

The girl reeked of blood, especially her chest, which was almost entirely soaked in a mixture of real and fake blood, as if a bucket of red paint had been accidentally spilled while painting.

But she showed no discomfort whatsoever; on the contrary, she appeared completely calm.

A trace of blood still lingered at the corner of her mouth, and her fair face was speckled with crimson spots, which made her originally youthful and energetic face appear somewhat bewitching.

Amuro felt a chill run down his spine.

He walked toward "Starlight" with a somber expression, his tone unconsciously becoming more forceful:

Why didn't you do anything just now?

The corpse suddenly sprang to life, presenting the perfect opportunity to subdue Gin.

"I will prioritize my own mission." The girl leaned lazily against the container, her tone even carrying a hint of pleasure.

It's probably because the previous plan was completed perfectly.

"As long as you take action to stop Gin, news reports will still appear saying 'bank robbers were killed by unidentified individuals.'"

"Come on, I won't do something so boring."

The girl raised her pale, delicate hand, which was also stained with blood, and pointed to the busy police officers outside.

"Whether or not Gin can be kept alive is another matter—perhaps there are Black Organization moles among them."

"I will not add redundant risks to goals that are about to be achieved."

"A boring thing?!" Amuro Tooru seemed to be provoked, his voice rising three octaves in an instant. "Ten special police officers, plus the life of a deputy inspector, is a boring thing?!"

Amuro Tooru was unusually flustered, his eyes blazing with fury.

He thought of Morofushi Kagemitsu, Matsuda Jinpei, Hagiwara Kenji, and Date Wataru.

Finally, there was his subordinate whom he found very interesting and on whom he placed his hopes—Kazami Yuya, whose eyes were blindfolded with a white sheet and carried out of the warehouse by the police officers who had just disposed of the body.

Anger, which came from nowhere, was like the surging lava of a volcanic eruption, accumulating more and more, and could not be quelled.

Here, he was not the Bourbon who kept everything buried deep inside, so he roared out.

Are you trying to talk to me about universal morality?

Faced with Amuro Tooru's questioning, the girl put away her cheerful expression, changed her relaxed posture, crossed her arms again, and let out a disdainful sneer.

"Then let me tell you plainly, I don't care about the lives of your colleagues, Gin doesn't care, and your police department's top leaders care even less."

"After all these years of undercover work, you, Bourbon, don't still think you're some kind of saint, do you?"

"Stop that inexplicably angry face. Even if you still have some beliefs left in your heart, that has nothing to do with me."

"You want to protect them? Fine, then kill Gin yourself and go save them—no one will stop you."

"But am I obligated to do anything for these strangers? Asking complete strangers to fulfill your wishes, and then getting angry when they don't—Rei Furuya, you're really arrogant."

The girl's harsh words fueled Amuro Tooru's anger, and he almost wanted to punch her in the mouth that kept opening and closing.

But he ultimately did not take any action; instead, he clenched his fist even tighter, and his short fingernails, trembling violently, drew bloody marks on his palm.

Seeing Amuro Tooru's expression, "Starlight" seemed to understand something and let out a soft laugh.

"I see, I know what happened to you."

"I once heard a saying, and now I'll give it to you as a gift."

The saying is: "All unfavorable situations in this world are caused by the inadequacy of the person involved."

"Although I thought this was stupid and full of sophistry at the time, it seems surprisingly appropriate to say it to you."