Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

In the dark basement, the air was heavy, and every breath seemed to become heavy.

The dim light sprinkled on the dilapidated walls, on Chen Shuo's stern face, and on Karasuma Renya's deep, old, yet still sharp face.

The two faced each other, time seemed to stand still, and the oppressive feeling in the air was almost suffocating.

Uramaru Renya stared at Chen Shuo closely, complex emotions burning in his eyes - anger, suspicion, and a hint of fear he had never felt before.

He gritted his teeth, spoke slowly, and asked word by word: "You want to rule this country?"

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Chen Shuo's mouth. He looked up at Uramaru Renya and suddenly burst into laughter, laughing wantonly and without any scruples.

The sound echoed throughout the basement, as if even the air was vibrating with his laughter.

"Hahaha, are you kidding me?"

Chen Shuo stopped laughing and stared at Uramaru Renye with a bit of teasing.

"I can't even manage a Continental Hotel, and you want me to rule a country?"

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with obvious disdain: "Do you think I'm overestimating my ambition? To rule a country? Do you think I'm a politician?"

Karasuma Renye was not affected by Chen Shuo's laughter, and his expression remained gloomy.

Perhaps it was because he had seen countless political schemes and calculations, so he could remain calm whether it was betrayal or assassination.

But now, the young man's attitude made him a little shaken.

"I don't think any force can take a piece of the big pie that is Japan."

Karasuma Renya said this with a firm tone and a confident calmness on his face, as if he had already anticipated countless possibilities.

However, he suddenly paused, a glimmer of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Wait..."

Before he finished speaking, Uramaru Renya seemed to realize something, and his eyes suddenly became sharper, but also unconsciously became deep.

His breathing began to quicken, beads of sweat quietly slid down his forehead, and the speculations in his mind seemed to become more dangerous and unpredictable in an instant.

"Could it be..."

Karasuma Renya's voice was a little hoarse. He really didn't want his guess to be correct. If his guess came true, then what would be the point of everything he had planned?

Chen Shuo noticed the changes in Uramaru Renya, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

He crossed his legs leisurely and leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed, as if he was facing an insignificant chat rather than a life-and-death battle.

"You're right. No matter how small Japan is, it's still a developed country. Not many powers can swallow it up."

Chen Shuo's voice was still lazy, but his eyes gradually became sharper.

"but……"

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and there was a kind of intimidating confidence in that smile.

“It’s not that I don’t have it!”

Karasuma Renya's face became even gloomier in an instant, and his heart finally died.

He lowered his head slightly, as if recalling some distant past event. His voice echoed lowly in the dim basement: "What are you really after? In the end, won't you just be making wedding dresses for others?"

Chen Shuo smiled coldly, shrugged his shoulders, and replied casually: "What do you want? I want peace! And..."

His voice suddenly paused, and his entire aura changed instantly. The murderous aura emanating from his bones was like condensed ice and snow, bitingly cold.

Chen Shuo's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze was so sharp that it made people shudder.

His words were like a cold knife: "For the sake of the innocent souls of our 35 million compatriots! Back then... your Karasuma Group also had a hand in this, right?"

Karasuma Renya's expression changed slightly, and panic flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He gritted his teeth, his voice filled with resentment: "So many generations have passed! You Chinese people can't let it go, right? Can't you just forgive me?"

Chen Shuo's eyes turned completely cold, and he made no effort to hide his disgust and anger.

He didn't say much, just took a step forward, quickly pulled out the gun in his hand, and pointed it at the middle-aged man in sunglasses behind Karasuma Renya without hesitation.

"boom!"

A crisp gunshot broke the silence around him, and the middle-aged man fell to the ground without any reaction, without even a chance to fight back.

The shot came so fast, like lightning, and the atmosphere in the entire basement instantly became more solemn.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden attack, and time seemed to stand still for a second.

Karasuma Renya's face suddenly turned pale. He looked at the bodyguard lying on the ground, his lips trembling slightly.

At this moment, he finally remembered that the man in front of him was not a businessman who only knew how to do superficial work, nor was he a tyrant who only knew how to scheme and calculate.

The Chen Shuo in front of him is the recognized king of killers - Wu Chen!

Chen Shuo slowly retracted the gun and pointed it coldly at Uramaru Renya's forehead.

The cold murderous intent was everywhere, as if freezing the air.

Karasuma Renya's face changed drastically, and the fear in his eyes could not be concealed. He finally understood that there was no escape at this moment.

Chen Shuo said in an almost icy tone: "It is our ancestors' business to forgive you bastards. As a junior, what I have to do is to send you to see our ancestors!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Shuo pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom!"

Karasuma Renya's eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe what was happening.

His body suddenly tilted and he fell back on the chair, his eyes showing deep resentment and anger, but there was no longer any life in them, and the gradually fading light announced that his life was over.

Chen Shuo spat disdainfully, his voice thick with disgust: "Humph! What kind of class are you to breathe the same air as me?"

He looked up and around, as if he no longer took the situation seriously. "Blow this place up!"

He turned around without even glancing at the fallen Karasuma Renya and gave the order in a relaxed manner.

His words were like a final verdict, cold, ruthless, and without a trace of hesitation.

Then, Chen Shuo's steps became calm and firm. He walked out of the room on his own, leaving behind silence and shock.

Lupin, Gin and the others looked at each other, standing there with complicated expressions.

Mine Fujiko patted her plump chest and slowly exhaled, a trace of fear on her face: "Huh... That's really scary..."

Vodka took out exquisite bombs from his backpack and distributed them to everyone, saying calmly, "Let's do what the boss has assigned us. He's in a bad mood."

Lupin III took the bomb and adjusted it easily, a teasing smile on his face: "No way, he must be having a blast right now."

There was a subtle sense of oppression in the air, even a little suffocating.

But no one dared to disobey Chen Shuo's orders. Everyone knew that the battle was nearing its end, and all they had to do was to add the final stroke to the picture of victory.

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In the ruins, the starry sky is deep, and the cold wind cuts through the wreckage of the city like a knife, as if the whole world is silently telling a forgotten history.

Chen Shuo stood on this land that had been baptized by artillery fire, with broken walls and ruins under his feet and the smell of gunpowder all around him.

His eyes were deep, as if he was gazing into the distant future, or looking back at the past that had already passed.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. The paper was stained with the dust of battle. He had just taken it out of Gin's pocket.

He lit three cigarettes, placed them neatly on the ground, then lit another and smoked it himself.

Although he hadn't touched a cigarette for a long time, at this moment, he seemed to want to return to the world full of smoke and blood that once belonged to him.

When he took the first puff of the cigarette, the smoke quickly filled his lungs. Chen Shuo coughed violently, his eyes suddenly became wet, and tears burst out because of the severe choking.

He couldn't help but lower his head and took a deep breath, trying to recover.

The smell of tobacco seemed to open the gate of time, awakening those long-lost memories and emotions deep in his heart.

But he didn't stop, still taking one puff after another, as if he was trying to reconcile with himself and say goodbye to his past self in this way.

At this moment, the voice of the communicator suddenly rang, breaking his loneliness immersed in the smoke.

"Drip drip"

A series of short beeps brought him back to his senses. He pulled out a pair of headphones from his pocket and quickly put them on.

A familiar electronic voice came from the headset. Without waiting for the other party to speak, Chen Shuo spoke directly in Chinese: "That's enough. Now, our road ahead is clear!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communicator, as if the other party was digesting this sudden news.

After a few seconds, a deep male voice finally rang out, its tone carrying an undeniable firmness: "I understand. Although I don't know who you are yet, please allow me to express my most heartfelt gratitude to you on behalf of our country... Comrade!"

Chen Shuo's heart trembled violently, and he suddenly felt something hit his body.

Those memories, those old vows, and that long-ago past flooded into my heart like a flood.

Five years have passed, and finally, I heard this name again.

The word "comrade" had been buried in his heart for too long, and even during the years when he tried hard to suppress it, he almost forgot its existence.

Chen Shuo lowered his head slightly, his eyes filled with complex emotions that were difficult to describe. His hand unconsciously touched his heart, as if he was trying to find some long-lost comfort there.

He knew clearly that everything he did was not for glory or personal gain, but for the oath he had made - for the innocent souls of 35 million compatriots, and for the responsibility he had never let go.

A drop of warm tear slipped down unconsciously and dripped onto the ruins.

At that moment, he felt that he had never been so vulnerable, as if all the pain and fatigue had found a home in this tear.

He did not look up, nor did he wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes. He just stood there, smoking quietly, his eyes still cast at the distant starry sky, as if looking for a glimmer of hope, or a premonition of some unknown future.

Chen Shuo smiled, a childlike smile. He knew he could finally retire completely. The police there were very different from those in Japan. It was difficult for professional killers to survive.