BOOM——
In the murky darkness, a blast of light shot into the sky. This was the first time the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Headquarters had been attacked since the 20th century in Japan.
These terrorists were truly vicious.
“Quick, return fire!!”
This was a slap in the face to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.
As the Chief Superintendent, Shirobara Shotaro’s face darkened. He organized his men to retaliate and called the Security Department’s Special Assault Team, instructing them to arrive immediately.
“Yes sir.”
The Security Department Chief’s response was curt, but after hanging up the phone, his expression turned grim.
Ten minutes ago, he had received a letter with photos of his wife and daughter bound.
The letter warned him not to deploy the Special Assault Team within twenty minutes.
“Those damn bastards!!”
The Chief was caught in a difficult situation, torn between his family and his career, his colleagues.
Finally.
Looking at the photo of his loved ones, he sighed in despair, covering his face and sitting down in his office chair.
...
As the leader of the Black Organization, Umezawa Renya had spent years cultivating his influence, extending his tentacles deep into Japanese politics, economics, and science, all for the sake of achieving immortality.
Now.
Having found hope for immortality – a supernatural artifact – he spared no expense in using his connections to pave the way for Gin and his team’s mission.
For a time.
The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Headquarters became an isolated island, deprived of any support, facing the Black Organization’s relentless assault.
BOOM!!
Two more rocket-propelled grenades exploded, destroying the helicopter that was taking off from the roof of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Headquarters. Gin tossed aside the launcher and asked his subordinate, Vodka, standing beside him:
“Any unusual activity from them?”
“Doesn’t seem like it.”
Vodka scratched his head, uncertain.
“......”
Gin’s face darkened. He knew he shouldn’t have placed any hope on this idiot.
Fortunately, he had other arrangements.
“C.I.A.O.S.O.”
He contacted his hidden card through the radio, and Gin asked in a low voice: “Were there any unusual actions from the executives in this mission?”
“No.”
The voice from the headset was cold, coming from a towering silver-haired woman in a high-rise building two kilometers away. She was holding a sniper rifle, her expression emotionless, her eyes of different colors.
“I see.”
Gin frowned slightly upon hearing this, wasting no more time, he called Vermouth and told her to hurry up on her end.
“I already have it, darling.”
Unlike C.I.A.O.S.O.’s tone, Vermouth’s voice was full of seduction, like a siren in the sea.
She had already disguised herself as Matsumoto Kiyo Naga, a high-ranking official of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and infiltrated the room where the Slaying Stone was stored.
Most of the officers here had been dispatched to support the fight outside, leaving only a handful behind. They were taken by surprise and killed by Vermouth.
“Such a beautiful thing.”
The Slaying Stone was locked in a safe, but Vermouth already had the code.
She smiled softly as she looked at the blood-red gem inside, put on a pair of gloves, and transferred it to another briefcase.
“Don’t move!!”
Sato Miwako ran up, breathless, pointing her gun at Vermouth.
“Officer Sato, what do you think you’re doing?”
Vermouth imitated Matsumoto Kiyo Naga’s voice as she stood up. The moment Sato Miwako hesitated, Vermouth turned around and delivered a high kick, knocking the gun out of Sato Miwako’s hand.
“Damn it.”
Sato Miwako gritted her teeth and charged forward. Her impressive Judo skills even gave Vermouth some trouble.
“Seems like you’re quite the capable beauty.”
Rubbing her aching shoulder, Vermouth didn’t want to tangle with her any longer. She threw a small smoke bomb, grabbed the briefcase containing the Slaying Stone, and vanished in the white fog.
“Cough cough— ”
This specially designed smoke bomb also had a tear-gas effect. Sato Miwako covered her mouth and coughed continuously, her eyes burning red.
“I won’t let you get away.”
Sato Miwako chased after Vermouth, following the direction she had fled in.
......
On the other side, guessing that the terrorists were targeting the Slaying Stone and the Demon-Slaying Sword, Hattori Heizo and Oda Giri Minoro were guarding the Demon-Slaying Sword.
“Superintendent Hattori, I can’t believe how audacious these terrorists have become.”
Hearing the constant explosions outside, Oda Giri Minoro was in a foul mood. Hattori Heizo felt the same way.
He narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: “They might not be terrorists. Terrorists wouldn’t have such sophisticated equipment.”
“You mean… ”
Oda Giri Minoro’s face turned ugly.
“I’m just guessing.”
Hattori Heizo didn’t explicitly say it, but Oda Giri Minoro understood what he meant.
A force that could influence different departments, preventing them from providing support, and possessing so much weaponry within Japan.
It was obvious, even without thinking about it.
It had to be those damn Americans.
“They’re so arrogant!”
Both of them had already jumped to the wrong conclusion, their anger levels reaching the ceiling. They even tried to grab the Demon-Slaying Sword.
Unfortunately.
The sword still didn’t react.
BOOM!!
Just then, the door was blown open by an explosion, Gin, in his black coat and black hat, walked in with a full-blown villainous aura.
“Here you are?”
The two men gripped the swords in their hands.
They were confident. At such close range, even if the other side had guns, they weren’t their match.
“Swordsmanship?”
Gin, with a cigarette hanging from his lips, chuckled coldly.
Clap clap—
He clapped his hands lightly.
Vodka, with his burly build, walked over, holding a heavy machine gun, and grinned menacingly at the two men.
BOOM BOOM!!
The gun barrel roared, bullets forming a dense hail of fire.
“No good!!”
The moment Vodka appeared, Hattori Heizo and Oda Giri Minoro’s pupils contracted, each dodging to the side, taking cover behind the wall pillars.
Bullets struck the concrete pillars, causing rocks to fly.
“Damn it.”
Hattori Heizo cursed as he threw his katana away, drawing the pistol from his waist and firing back.
But against a heavy machine gun, pistols were simply useless. The two were suppressed, unable to raise their heads.
“Retreat.”
After successfully obtaining the Demon-Slaying Sword, Gin left decisively.
As Vodka, who was responsible for the rearguard, saw where the two men were hiding, he sneered.
It’s the 21st century… Still clinging to swordsmanship…
He threw a high-explosive grenade.