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She did not suspect that Yuuki Takada was connected to the perpetrator of the bombing and shooting.
It was Takada Yuuki's unusual, impromptu reactions and the things he carried that made her unable to see through him.
Yuki Takada's body stiffened abruptly!
Sato Miwako's momentary stiffness and suppressed gasp.
Yuuki Takada immediately realized he had made a fatal mistake—in the chaos of suppressing her, the position of his sidearm was exposed!
Her silence was more terrifying than any questioning; it was the instinctive reaction of a detective when faced with extreme shock and suspicion.
"Don't ask too many questions," Takada Yuki quickly replied to Sato Miwako, his tone slightly urgent.
After all, he couldn't predict the situation inside the carriages ahead.
It's even more inexplicable, at least not now!
"Believe me! Just this once! Living is more important than anything else!"
These words were almost shouted, carrying all of Yuuki Takada's anxiety and fear.
He felt Sato's body heaving violently beneath him, clearly engaged in a fierce internal struggle. Trust? Duty? Or fear?
"boom!"
"boom!!"
Two more bursts of fire!
This time it was even closer, right at the front of their carriage!
The whistling sound of bullets tearing through the air seemed to graz a scalp, followed by the ear-piercing noise of metal being torn apart and the heavy thud of a body falling to the ground, growing increasingly intense.
A fresh stench of blood mingled with the smoke of gunpowder and filled the air.
The chaotic crowd erupted in even more piercing cries, despair pressing down on everyone's heart like a tangible force.
Even knowing that Gin and his team were advancing the organization's mission!
Clear away all possible obstacles!
Yuki Takada briefly considered revealing his identity, but after considering some things, he calmed down.
The most important thing right now is to figure out how to escape from here.
Miwako Sato heard the gunshots and the echoes of death so close at hand.
The sense of mission she felt as a police officer surged within her like magma, almost breaking through Yuuki Takada's restraint.
She couldn't stand by and watch innocent people be slaughtered in front of her!
However, Yuki Takada's desperate cry that "living is more important than anything else" and the impact of the shards on his back felt like heavy shackles.
What does he know?
Who is he?
Why are you carrying a gun?
Why stop her?
Countless question marks nearly tore her reason apart.
She bit her lower lip hard, tasting the metallic, metallic flavor of blood, her body trembling slightly from extreme anger, fear, and struggle.
Yuki Takada knew he couldn't wait any longer.
Who knows, the person inside might soon advance here, at which point he and Sato Miwako will be exposed to the enemy's guns, with no chance of survival.
He had to take the initiative, create chaos, and divert attention!
"listen!"
Yuki Takada used all his strength to lower his voice to a single line, making sure only Sato could hear him, and spoke at an astonishing speed:
"I'll count to three, and you immediately crawl in the opposite direction, as far as you can under the seat!"
"Find cover, and absolutely do not stand up, and absolutely do not look back at me! Understand?!"
"What are you going to do?!" Sato Miwako suddenly looked up. Although her vision was blocked by Takada Yuki's body and the darkness, the horror and a sense of foreboding in her tone were very clear.
She saw the almost insane determination in Yuuki Takada's eyes.
"No time to explain!"
"Do as I say! One!"
Yuki Takada didn't give her a chance to question him at all and started counting down.
He sensed Sato's resistance, but he suppressed her with even greater force.
At the same time, his right hand slowly and firmly moved towards his lower back.
The cold grip of the gun was within reach.
"Two!" Takada Yuuki's eyes flashed with the sharpness of a tempered blade as he stared intently at the figure swaying in front of the carriage door.
In the smoke and dust, one could almost see the silhouettes of several tall, cold figures approaching, like death gods seeking to take lives.
Miwako Sato felt ice-cold all over.
She understood; Senior Takada was going to face those assassins!
He's going to use himself as bait!
why?
Was it to protect her?
"Three!!!" Takada Yuki roared with all his might, and at the same time, he sprang up from Sato Miwako like a cheetah!
"Go!!!" The roar was like a thunderclap, exploding in the chaotic carriage.
The instant his body left Sato Miwako, Takada Yuuki rolled over.
His back slammed hard against the twisted metal frame of the seat, and the sharp pain made him groan, but he didn't stop moving at all.
He drew his gun, cocked it, and aimed—all in one smooth motion!
Their movements were lightning fast and so fluid as to be almost instinctive—far beyond the skills of an ordinary police officer!
The dark muzzle of the gun instantly locked onto a tall, dark figure that had just peeked out from the gap in the carriage door!
At the same time, the moment Sato Miwako heard the word "three," her decisiveness, her trust in Takada-senpai's roar, and her will to survive overwhelmed all doubts and anger.
She was practically pressed against the cold, splintered ground.
Using both hands and feet, he exerted all his strength to crawl backward into the dark depths where the crowd was denser and the seats were more twisted.
Tears mixed with dust and blood blurred her vision, but the thoughts in Takada Yuuki's words sustained her, preventing her from lingering for even a moment.
In the split second between Takada Yuuki pointing his gun at his target and Sato Miwako desperately crawling away—
The tall, dark figure at the front carriage door had clearly noticed Takada's extremely threatening action.
Without the slightest hesitation or delay, the shadowy figure instantly raised his weapon, the muzzle flash exploding suddenly in the dim light!
"boom--!!!"
A gunshot, even more deafening and carrying the chilling aura of death, ripped through all the cries and groans!
Yuki Takada's pupils suddenly contracted!
The other party fired, and faster than anyone could have imagined; he didn't even have time to pull the trigger.
A tremendous sense of crisis made his hair stand on end, and he suddenly lunged to the side!
The bullet, carrying a scorching heat, whistled past his ear.
With a "thud," it embedded itself deeply into the twisted and deformed carriage wall behind him, making a teeth-grinding metallic tearing sound!
Sparks fly!
"Ugh—!" A suppressed roar of pain burst from between his teeth.
"Humph."
From the smoke and dust ahead came a chilling, bone-deep snort.
The tall, dark figure—who didn't look like one of their Black Organization members, and had several tattoos on his body—slowly emerged from the shadows at the junction of the carriages.
The Beretta gun in his hand still had a trace of gunpowder smoke on the muzzle, and the dark muzzle was steadily pointed at Takada Yuuki lying on the ground.
Behind him, there were two other figures that also exuded a dangerous aura.
Chapter 34 Severely Injuring the Opponent
Yuki Takada endured the excruciating pain that nearly made him faint, pressing his left hand firmly against the warm blood gushing from below his right shoulder.
Thick, fresh blood quickly soaked through his shirt.
He struggled to lift his head, his vision blurred and swaying due to blood loss and pain.
"Who are you...?" Takada Yuuki looked up and asked the other person coldly.
"Looks like you do have some skill after all?" The shadowy figure sneered at Takada Yuuki. In his eyes, Takada Yuuki was no different from a dead body, it was just a matter of whether he would die sooner or later.
"If I'm not mistaken, you should be from the Metropolitan Police Department, right?" The dark figure slowly walked forward step by step, and sneered, "Fine, since you're about to die, I might as well tell you, my name is Mishima Yasuhiro."
“Mishima Yasuhiro…” Takada Yuuki muttered softly, then a thought flashed through his mind and he instantly remembered. He stared coldly at the other person and said, “Mishima… are you a member of the Mishima family?”
“Alright…” Mishima Yasunari said coldly, then shook his head and said, “It’s time for you to make your choice. Do you want me to slowly torture you to death, or do you want to be killed by the bullet in my hand now?”
choose?
no choice.
From the moment Yuuki Takada told Miwako Sato to leave first, he was prepared to have no other choice.
Even though his body was at its limit, looking at the person in front of him, the spirit in his heart made him look at him with a resolute gaze.
Mishima Yasutsuki brandished the Beretta rifle equipped with a silencer in his hand; the cold metal gleamed eerily in the dim light.
"Since you're not going to answer, I'll just answer it for you."
What's needed now is an opportunity, a moment when Mishima Yasuhiro, due to his absolute self-confidence, relaxes his guard.