Isn't it very scientific to use the Death Note to kill people?

More and more people were chasing her.

Chianti, who was originally responsible for supporting her, was called away, and Vermouth was driving alone without any useful weapons. She could only delay the enemy's pursuit by throwing a few bombs behind the car and detonating them.

What's even worse is that Vermouth suddenly heard the sound of a propeller.

When she caught a glimpse of a gray helicopter heading straight towards her, Vermouth's pupils shrank.

"What's your current speed?"

An indifferent voice came into my ears through the headset.

Vermouth suddenly pulled the gear lever, and the accelerator, pressed hard with her right foot, urged the engine to roar wildly. She glanced at the dashboard with a tense face: "The current speed is 153 miles per hour."

"Gradually reduce speed to 120 and switch to the rightmost lane."

"Are you serious?"

Upon hearing this, Vermouth felt completely baffled.

Now she was being chased by a large group of killers, and in front of her was a helicopter gradually lowering its altitude... She could even see the single-barreled chain gun under the helicopter adjusting its angle.

Da da da da da da!

A large number of bullets suddenly poured towards this side.

In the critical moment, Vermouth didn't even bother to check if there was a car on the right before suddenly turning the steering wheel to dodge. The rapidly spinning tires gripped the ground tightly, dragging the car to the right lane.

Vermouth gritted her teeth, stepped on the foot brake and quickly reduced the speed of the car to about 120.

She could see from the rearview mirror that the killers' car was approaching rapidly, and the single-barreled chain gun of the helicopter in front was gradually sweeping towards her.

Cold sweat soaked the woman's palms.

The high-explosive bullets that swept in like golden raindrops left shocking bullet holes on the road. The vans driving innocently on the road were also pierced through the car body and tires, and the whole car began to stagger as if drunk.

"Alright, lower the speed to 100."

"You have seven seconds."

"7...6...5..."

The countdown that suddenly started talking to itself made Vermouth grit her teeth.

What on earth does this new guy codenamed Cointreau want to do?!

Why did Gin allow him to give such strange orders here?

With a frown, Vermouth reluctantly stepped on the brakes. She didn't even care about the flying bullets and barely controlled the direction to slow down the speed of the car.

As the helicopter approached from the front, the barrel of the gun was gradually drawn towards her.

Vermouth's spirit was tense.

With her eyes fixed on the moment when the single-barreled chain gun started to rotate, Vermouth didn't even notice the roar of the explosion coming from behind her.

She completely ignored the sudden explosion in the vehicle behind her. The wobbling van swung back and forth fiercely between the lanes with blazing flames. When other vehicles evaded the situation urgently, they all avoided Vermouth's car and came in front of her.

Da da da da da da! ! !

The high-explosive bullets swept over and scraped away the asphalt ground, easily making a large number of holes in the car driving in front of Vermouth. It seemed that one of the bullets hit the fuel tank. In another explosion, Vermouth saw a burning tire flying out.

The helicopter, which had lowered its altitude to only three or four meters above the road, came towards it from the front. The machine gun had locked onto Vermouth's car and burst into flames, but the next moment it was hit by a flying tire and the fuselage swung violently. The pouring shells deviated from their trajectory and swept diagonally past Vermouth's car.

The helicopter's fuselage tilted, and its flight path was forced to deviate to the side. The high-speed rotating propeller collided with a large billboard standing on the road, and the collision with the steel of the billboard produced dazzling sparks.

“2…1…0—”

When the countdown reached zero, Vermouth saw very clearly through the rearview mirror the scene of the helicopter fuselage sliding down to the ground and hitting the guardrail and exploding.

Her expression was one of extreme shock.

How is this going?

The series of events that took place in less than ten seconds was beyond Vermouth's imagination. She was so nervous just now that she didn't notice all the details, but now the feeling of holding the steering wheel and stepping on the accelerator made her realize that the arrangements made by the man in the headset were all just right!

Switching to the rightmost lane is fundamental.

Slowing down the car to 120 allowed her to avoid the strafing from the helicopter just now. The subsequent explosions and commotion made the situation behind her chaotic and complicated. Continuing to slow down allowed the panicked car behind her to run in front of her and become a scapegoat. These could barely be explained... But what Vermouth couldn't figure out was that the flying tire just happened to hit the helicopter, and the angle of the hit made it hit the only highway billboard within a few kilometers. How was this result calculated?

Coincidence?

But the helicopter crashed to the ground and exploded just as the countdown reached zero. Such a coincidence was too horrifying.

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boom! boom! ! !

Tequila suddenly turned the steering wheel to the left, and the Hummer, which was traveling at high speed, suddenly crashed to the left, knocking a car that was approaching head-on to the side.

Ireland, sitting in the back of the car, was firing ammunition like crazy.

This was the first time since he started the mission for the organization that he felt so comfortable shooting a gun. He even felt a little numb from shooting - Tequila's car trunk was full of weapons. From the beginning until now, he didn't even need to think about reloading. When he ran out of bullets, he would just throw away the gun and switch to the next one.

But that didn't help their situation much.

There were too many enemies, and he couldn't hold them off with his own firepower.

As Ireland was sticking his gun out of the car to shoot at the driver who was chasing him, a bullet came from nowhere and grazed his arm. The loss of strength in that moment caused the gun in his hand to fall.

"asshole……"

"it is good!"

Just as Ireland was gritting his teeth, Tequila, who had finally received instructions, cheered up.

He suddenly steered the vehicle from the middle lane to the far right.

"Increase the speed to 147."

"After eleven seconds, pull into the oncoming lane and then drive at full speed in the second lane on the left."

“11…10…9…8…”

The countdown in the headset made Tequila concentrate to the extreme.

His hands gripping the steering wheel were soaked with cold sweat, his eyes fixed on the dashboard in front of him... Following the countdown in his ears, Tequila was also trying hard to calculate the time, and when the countdown was about to reach zero, he suddenly turned the steering wheel and suddenly rushed into the opposite lane.

Didi didi! ! ! !

The Hummer that suddenly rushed into the opposite lane and started driving in the opposite direction startled the drivers who were driving normally. Amid the crazy horns honking, a fully loaded speeding truck almost brushed past Tequila's car.

Not only did Ireland break out in a cold sweat, but even Tequila's hands couldn't help but tighten.

However, Lin Jiashu urged him to step on the accelerator.

"They're catching up!"

Ireland shouted while covering the bleeding wound on his arm, while Tequila stepped on the accelerator with all his might.

Then, led by a black Hummer riddled with bullet holes, more than a dozen vehicles rushed into the opposite lane and drove in the opposite direction, engaging in a fierce chase.

Tequila didn't dare to relax at all and concentrated on dodging the oncoming cars while listening carefully to the voice of Cointreau in the headset.

"Keep the speed."

"Change lane to the left in five seconds."

Lin Jiashu's tone, as he gave orders through the headset, was emotionless and so indifferent that Tequila felt a little unfamiliar... However, he still tried his best to prepare according to the instructions.

At the same time, Chianti, who arrived nearby by helicopter, received orders, aimed his sniper rifle at the wheel of a tanker truck, and pulled the trigger the moment the countdown in his ear reached zero.

boom!

boom! !

boom! !

Three shots in a row.

Three large-caliber bullets hit the right wheel of the speeding tanker truck. The deflated wheel instantly caused the tanker truck to tilt to the right, and then the entire truck tilted to the right while moving. Tequila followed the command and seized the opportunity to change lanes to the left, and almost brushed past the fallen tanker truck.

It was so thrilling that even Ireland, who was sitting in the back row, forgot the pain and screamed subconsciously.

Two seconds later, the tanker lost control and slid diagonally to the right, causing a fuel explosion. The scorching impact caused the entire Humvee to be lifted up and jolted forward. Seeing a large number of enemy vehicles being engulfed by the explosion and more flames rising into the sky, Ireland couldn't close his mouth.

At this time, high in the sky above Osaka Port

In the hovering armed helicopter, Lin Jiashu took off the headset used for communication and looked at Gin with his dark eyes.

"mission completed."

182

Chapter 182: Gin: "Stop at the pharmacy ahead"

In the dark night, an armed helicopter tilted its fuselage and quickly circled the tall buildings.

Gin captured the fuselage of the fleeing enemy plane in front of him through the night vision system and pressed the fire button directly.

The missiles mounted under the short wings on both sides of the fuselage ignited immediately, dragging dazzling flames and roaring towards the locked target.

boom! ! !

Witnessing the moment when the flames exploded and the enemy plane fell helplessly, Gin smiled cruelly.

"mission completed."

At this time, Lin Jiashu had just taken off the headset used for communication and looked at Gin with his dark eyes.

"Then retreat."

Gin had no doubts.

He pressed his headset, confirmed the current situation of everyone, and immediately gave Vodka the order to retreat.

Osaka prefectural officials are going crazy now.

The confrontation between the two organizations was openly displayed in front of the public, and even armed helicopters were dispatched... This was simply a gunfight between two gangs of terrorists.

Because he was busy shooting, Gin had enough energy to pay attention to Lin Jiashu's command, but he didn't know the specific situation... So while Vodka was flying away, he ordered the retrieval of relevant videos.

Except for Bourbon who was carrying out the undercover mission, the communication headsets of the organization members were equipped with GPS positioning, so it was not difficult to retrieve relevant videos based on their movement trajectories.

The people in the logistics department started working immediately.

Vodka skillfully flew the helicopter to the designated landing point.

It was behind a remote hill. The roar of the propeller gradually subsided as the helicopter landed on the ground and stopped.

"It's noisy."

"That's how it is on the plane. Just bear with it."

The wind was a bit strong in the mountains late at night.

Looking at Cointreau who was walking down from the helicopter with his tie fluttering in the wind, Vodka said this while resisting the urge to go over and support him - he felt that that was still a bit too humble.

"Is it okay to get in the car now?"

"Hurry up and leave."

While Vodka was asking Lin Jiashu, Gin, who came down from the other side, walked directly to the passenger seat of the car parked next to him.

Lin Jiashu also got into the back seat.

Shortly after the car started and drove away, Lin Jiashu saw Gin take out a remote control from his arms. As he pressed the button on it, the armed helicopter suddenly turned into pieces with a "boom!"

A disposable prop?

"The Osaka authorities will then frantically search for us, especially this helicopter."

Admiring the fireworks worth tens of millions of dollars through the rearview mirror, Gin's eyes showed no trace of heartache, only joking: "Although there will be someone on the air defense radar to help us cover, I don't have the time to play hide-and-seek with those hyenas."

More importantly, if the authorities fail to find anything valuable on the helicopter, they will quickly change their target.

——Compared to them who did not leave many traces, that whimsical organization had an entire building standing there. It was involved in gun smuggling, illegal immigration, transportation and sale of contraband materials, and even murder. There was enough for those hyenas to investigate.

Lin Jiashu did not respond.

Vodka drove steadily on the night highway, and at this time the computer on Gin's legs also received a message - the video had been retrieved.

Except that Bourbon was in the enemy's territory at the time and was unable to retrieve the relevant video, it was easy to find out based on the time when Cointreau gave instructions to Vermouth and Tequila respectively, combined with their movement trajectories.

The first video shows Tequila crossing into the oncoming lane at Cointreau's behest.

He followed the order exactly and maintained the speed at 147 mph. Chianti, who received the order, also shot the tanker truck's wheel at the right time. When the tanker truck lost balance and fell to its right side, Cointreau, who ordered Tequila to change lanes, had a countdown that was extremely accurate - even if it was only half a second slower, Tequila's Hummer would be crushed by the tanker truck and caught in the explosion.