Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

The battle unfolded with the swiftness of a downpour, and in a matter of seconds, Mao Lilan and Sonoko eliminated the two mafia members. Their movements were lightning-fast, but they were forced to hide behind a container, struggling with their complex emotions.

At that moment, the surrounding mafia members finally reacted, weapons drawn, and with murderous expressions on their faces, they opened fire on the container where the two women were hiding. The gunfire was like a torrential downpour, and fierce flames and smoke instantly filled the entire warehouse. Furthermore, those old Chicago typewriters roared nearby, and bullets rained down like raindrops, and the atmosphere suddenly became full of danger.

"Quick! Get down!" Ran Mao Li reacted and shouted hurriedly. Her voice was drowned out by the gunfire, but her words still interrupted Sonoko's struggle. The two women quickly lowered their bodies, pressing against the cold, hard metal of the container, their hearts pounding like thunder and a sense of tension rising spontaneously.

The middle-aged man nearby, after his initial shock, revealed a strange smile, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing, commanding his men with ease: "Keep shooting! Don't give them a chance to fight back! Surround them!"

The mafia responded quickly. Experienced in combat, they slowly tightened their encirclement, gradually closing in on the two women's hiding place, their firepower intensifying. Every gunshot felt like a thump on their hearts, exerting an invisible pressure on them.

"We have to find a way to get out!" Sonoko gritted her teeth. Despite her fear, she forced herself to calm down. She looked up and around, trying to find a way to escape.

"Yes, we can't give up!" Mao Lilan's voice was firm. Although she was still frightened in her heart, she knew that they had to continue fighting and not let fear get the upper hand.

However, as the mafia drew closer, the gunfire outside grew louder, and the space around them seemed to shrink, a sense of oppression that weighed heavily on them. At this moment, they temporarily forgot the fear of their first murder and tried hard to recall Chen Shuo's teachings.

The mafia gradually approached the container, the atmosphere so tense that it seemed to cut through the air. A burly man, holding a Thompson submachine gun, leaned sideways, slightly leaning forward, and aimed at the dark corner. He took a deep breath and prepared to fire a burst of gunfire, determined to kill the hidden target in one fell swoop.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Gunfire rang out, and ammunition poured out like rain, instantly shattering the silence. Smoke filled the air, and the deafening sound echoed throughout the warehouse. However, when he regained consciousness, he found that there was no target in sight, only ashes floating in the empty corner.

Just as he was stunned, Mao Lilan had quietly flashed out from another dark corner, like a cheetah. Her movements were swift and graceful, and the eagle claw knife in her hand flashed coldly in the light, pointing directly at the strong man's throat.

"Hiss!" With a soft sound, the blade cut through the air, blocking his breath. The strong man's eyes widened, his face full of shock, but before he could utter a sound, he collapsed powerlessly.

Mao Lilan did not stop, her figure following like a shadow, quickly disappearing among the goods in the warehouse, so fast that it seemed as if she had never appeared. She wandered between darkness and light, and an inexplicable excitement and fighting spirit surged in her heart.

The other mafia members just realized the seriousness of the situation and frantically looked for Mouri Ran, but she had already turned into an invisible ghost, quickly shuttling between every corner of the warehouse, easily avoiding their sight.

In this tense and exciting confrontation, Mao Lilan felt an unprecedented confidence and strength, as if she was no longer an ordinary high school girl, but transformed into a hunter hunting in the dark.

Tensions within the warehouse grew among the mafia. Having lost sight of Ran Mouri and Sonoko, they were forced to disperse, guarding the gate while attempting to locate the two women, whose appearance belied their combat prowess. The warehouse was empty, echoing only with their whispered commands and tense breathing. This decision was undoubtedly their biggest mistake.

Yuanzi quietly hid behind a row of shelves, silently reciting the techniques Chen Shuo had taught her. She took a deep breath, focused her attention, and observed the mafia member approaching her. His figure was particularly blurry in the dim light, but that was enough.

"Center axis relock..." She repeated it in her mind, making sure to remember every step. As the opponent approached, Sonoko adjusted her position slightly, holding the Glock 19 firmly in her hands, relaxing her body, and ensuring that the muzzle of the gun remained in the same line as the target.

The enemy was so engrossed in his vigilance that he was completely oblivious. The moment he reached the shelf, Sonoko quickly sidestepped, her footwork powerful, and she shot out of her hiding place like an arrow. Her movements were swift and graceful, as if the world was under her control.

Her right hand held the gun steadily, while her left hand supported the gun, ensuring that every tiny vibration was offset. As she aimed, Sonoko's heartbeat gradually slowed, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Three gunshots echoed in the warehouse. Two bullets hit the enemy's heart accurately, and then another shot hit his head. The mafia immediately lost his balance and fell backward weakly, unable to resist.

Sonoko breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a mixture of nervous excitement and a surge of pride. She knew she had taken another important step forward, no longer the girl who would just watch from the back.

"I... really did it!" she muttered to herself, her eyes gleaming with disbelief. Though a hint of nervousness and uneasiness remained deep within her, she felt a greater sense of accomplishment and confidence after the battle. This wasn't just about protecting herself and Ran, but also about taking a significant step forward in her growth.

In the shadows of the warehouse, Sonoko and Ran Maori moved like two nimble shadows, swiftly moving between the tall cargo items. The mafia members searched the warehouse, on full alert.

"That way!" Yuanzi whispered, her eyes gleaming with passion. She had just experienced the baptism of slaughter, and the fear in her heart was gradually replaced by excitement.

Mao Lilan followed closely behind, holding the eagle claw knife in her hand, suppressing the emotion in her heart that she didn't know whether it was fear or excitement.

Inside the warehouse, Sonoko used her shooting prowess to maintain distance and strike accurately. Meanwhile, Ran Maoli, under her cover, used her agility and her sword to swiftly weave between the enemies. Though still somewhat inexperienced, they gradually found a rhythm in their coordination, like two nimble cheetahs, chasing their target in the darkness.

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The middle-aged man had already hidden behind the sofa, his previous composure gone, his gaze fixed on the carnage among the pile of goods. His once confident smile faded as his men fell one by one, and panic began to spread within him. He couldn't believe the situation before him. The confidence and assurance he once had for this operation now seemed to be shattered by the constant death.

"What a bunch of trash! Just two high school girls..." he thought to himself, a mixture of anger and helplessness. Those who should have been his most capable men were being cut down one after another without any warning. Every gunshot and every flash of a knife seemed to ruthlessly tear at his pride.

A wave of fear washed over him, and he began to consider the possibility of retreat. Perhaps returning to Italy and regrouping would be the wisest option. However, with it came an indescribable sense of family honor, deeply rooted in his heart, like a thorn that prevented him from easily giving up. The sense of responsibility for the family's reputation made him grit his teeth, unable to bow his head.

"I can't fail like this," he muttered silently, the struggle within him nearly suffocating him. His commitment to his family and his personal fears intertwined, making him increasingly anxious. He clenched his hands, his knuckles turning white, and suppressed the uneasiness within him, trying to reorganize his thoughts.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, trying to calm his heartbeat, trying to find a way out of the chaos. Various plans flashed through his mind, but he couldn't connect them into a coherent whole. Just as he was trying to organize his thoughts, the sounds of fighting around him suddenly stopped, and the air was filled with an tense silence.

He frowned slightly and was about to look out to check what was going on when he felt something hot touch his head. His whole body trembled and his heart went cold.

"Don't move." A cold voice came from above him, with a ruthless threat in the tone.

He subconsciously tried to turn around, but then he felt the sharp tip of a knife against his throat. The suffocating urgency made it difficult for him to even breathe. Mao Lilan, holding the bloody eagle claw knife, looked at him expressionlessly.

The middle-aged man froze. All the pride and glory he had felt just now vanished into thin air, leaving only endless despair.

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"How is it?" On a high building not far from the warehouse, Chen Shuo stared intently at the scene of corpses everywhere and the two girls who had already taken control of the situation, and asked Gin beside him calmly.

"They're very talented." Gin, cigarette in hand, his eyes still focused, his tone tinged with admiration, "But they're still a little unfamiliar with us. They didn't notice us. It was a fatal mistake."

Chen Shuo nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across the warehouse. Their position was excellent, offering a commanding view of most of the area. If the mafia had deployed snipers here, the two women wouldn't have had such a smooth escape; they might even have been shot in the head from the start.

Of course, the mafia were no pushovers, they had indeed thought of this, but... Chen Shuo looked at the two corpses at his feet. He always had to be tolerant towards the rookies he brought with him.

At this moment, Gin's heart was bleeding. The two girls here were not killing human beings. These were all shining gold coins. But there was nothing he could do. The deal he had made with Chen Shuo was to leave the enemy's temporary base in Tokyo and let the rookie see blood.

Taking a deep breath, Gin decided to out of sight, out of mind, and turned to leave the rooftop. Chen Shuo looked at Gin, who was inexplicably in a low mood, and was a little confused.

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When the two girls emerged from the warehouse, escorting the middle-aged man, they saw a black Porsche 356A parked at the entrance. Standing in front of the car was a burly man wearing sunglasses. The two girls, still recovering from the brutality, instantly braced for battle. However, the burly man raised his hands to show he meant no harm. With a naive smile, he gave the two girls an awkward bow.

"Ms. Suzuki, Ms. Maori, hello, you can call me 'Vodka'. I was sent by Mr. Wuchen to take you home."

This forced gentlemanliness made Vodka himself feel uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do. One of the two people in front of him was the boss's girlfriend, and the other was the boss's disciple. What could a little Karami like him do?

What's more, these two seemingly fragile girls had just killed fifteen heavily armed mafia members in the warehouse behind them! Damn! Fifteen! As expected, even a rookie around a monster is still a monster. My first kill wasn't that exciting.

Sonoko still did not let her guard down. The man in front of her did not look like a good person. However, the gun she raised was held down by Mao Lilan. Mao Lilan shook her head with a complicated expression: "Don't worry, Sonoko, this man is not a mafia member. You should be able to trust him for now."

Although Mao Lilan had never seen Vodka, but with Conan by her side, her ears were almost filled with the names of Gin and Vodka. Now that she saw the real person, she felt a little complicated, but she was sure that the Vodka in front of her was not a member of the mafia.

Although she didn't know where Mao Li Ran got her confidence from, Sonoko gradually relaxed. However, she didn't put away the gun. She still held it tightly, as if she would raise her hand and shoot if anything unusual happened.

Vodka saw it all but didn't mind. He understood how nervous the two girls were. To be honest, the fact that they didn't attack him the first time they saw him proved that they had great mental strength.

Vodka opened the car door for the two women. After they sat down, he glanced at the middle-aged man who was left aside, smiled coldly, and shot him dead. The sound of the gunshot or the middle-aged man's screams reached Vodka's ears, but the sound of gold coins entering his account. Vodka smiled, finally getting another gold coin.