books44 Chapter 152 The Closing Operation of Night 1
Chapter 152 The Closing Operation of Night 1
Strictly adhering to internal hygiene regulations, the medical floor was spotless and so clean it reflected one's image. A faint smell of disinfectant lingered in the corridors, creating a calm and reassuring atmosphere.
As soon as the door was opened, Yoruichi Kuromon heard Chianti's rather sophisticated cursing.
"Damn it, if it weren't for the sudden traffic jam, I could have chased after that fox and blown its head off!"
Chianti clutched her bandaged abdomen, gritting her teeth and punching the air, occasionally gasping for breath as the wound aggravated.
In the bed next to hers, Fan Ze Zhenren wasn't in much better shape; his right hand was in a cast, he was biting his lower lip, and he looked completely listless. Cohen was in the best condition; he was maintaining his PSG-1 sniper rifle, just like usual.
Upon seeing Kuromon Haruya arrive, Hanze immediately stood up and clung to him, his eyes brimming with tears: "Kuromon Butbel, you've finally come!"
Haruya Kuromon reached out to support him, quickly assessing the extent of his injuries. Fortunately, aside from a fractured right forearm, the injuries were mostly contusions.
"You suddenly left with Chianti and the others today, most likely because you received an urgent mission. Did something go wrong during the mission that you called me here?"
After confirming that the target might be a member of the Ark, Kuromon Haruya immediately contacted Kurokawa Kagemitsu, who was on standby nearby, and rushed to the scene to capture the fox alive. After Bourbon intervened, the order was issued to the three bottle holders directly related to the attack.
In the original story, even Silver Fox was targeted and nearly killed by an ordinary person plotting against him. While Fan Ze and his group aren't the organization's elite martial arts practitioners, they're still capable of easily defeating weaker opponents, and their theoretical success rate is quite high, unless...
As expected, Fan Ze's statement confirmed his guess: "During our fox hunt, we were ambushed by his classmates!"
Fan Ze recalled his encounter a few hours earlier, his eyes flashing with malice.
Due to the sudden traffic jam, he, riding a motorcycle and being more agile, was responsible for keeping a close watch on the fox and guiding the firepower. Looking back now, the fox's initial movement was affected by the holiday traffic, but later it suddenly became orderly, showing a clear understanding of the real-time situation of traffic arteries throughout Tokyo, clearly indicating that it had backup support!
An accident occurred during the pursuit to a nearby industrial area.
In the blazing sunset, a blood-red bullet slicing through the air, aimed directly at his right eye—
Fan Ze took a helmet out of the cabinet; the part of the visor near his right cheek was covered with a dense, spiderweb-like crack.
"Fortunately, I remembered the key points of the instructor's training and wore the specially made helmet from the safe house while riding the motorcycle. However, after being shot, I lost my balance and had to hide in a nearby ditch to avoid the sniper. In the end, Mr. Cohen pulled us out."
"And Chianti's injury too?" Kuromon Haruya looked at Cohen, at the safety in the sniper team.
Ignoring his indignant partner, Cohen bluntly revealed the truth: "She was hit by a ricochet while driving. Besides Fox, there were at least two others. My gun malfunctioned, so we decided to retreat."
"Tch." Turning his head, Chianti squinted, and you could still hear him cursing through his teeth.
"It's good that you're all alright." No unnecessary casualties occurred; it was a close call.
However, isn't it too much of a coincidence that such misfortunes as ricocheting and jamming occurred?
His fingertips traced the dents on the helmet. Kuromon Haruya lowered his eyes, his gaze slightly darkening, but when he raised his hand again, his expression was gentle and optimistic as he placed his hand on Hanze's shoulder.
"Did you call me here this time because you need help with the cleanup? Will the failure of the mission and medical expenses deduct points from the organization's score?" So the failure of this mission was not reported.
That's right. As a criminal organization that has been established for many years and has deep roots, the organization implemented a task point system from the very beginning!
Points rewards are divided into fixed salary and discretionary income. The former is similar to a fixed wage, and the fixed income varies from level to level depending on the member's rank and position. The latter represents task income, rewards, etc. The more you work hard, the more you earn. Points can be exchanged for currencies of various countries in unlimited quantities and instantly, so there is no need to worry about the risk of wage arrears.
However, if any codenamed member, especially a member of the operations department, is injured during a mission, they must undergo mandatory medical treatment upon returning to the organization to prevent post-traumatic stress disorder from causing a decline in personnel quality.
"Well, actually..." Fanze turned his gaze to behind Kuromon Haruya.
“I asked you to come, Butber.”
A chilling pressure pressed from his fingertips to his carotid artery, a familiar killing intent enveloped him, and Kuromon Haruya recognized his voice without even turning around:
"Where were you when Chianti and his team were carrying out their operation, even though you were also at the scene of the attack?"
Kuromon Haruya grabbed Gin's wrist with his other hand, slowly turned around, and wore a flawless smile on his face:
"Of course, it's to carry out another order given by the boss."
When he finally saw Gin again after so long, Haruya Kuromon couldn't help but be momentarily stunned.
—It feels like just yesterday that thin, withered wolf cub from many years ago, always baring its teeth and on high alert.
His withered hair became smooth and flowing. He was long past the harmless age of being able to be picked up and teased at will, and he was even 5 centimeters taller than him. His body was fixed at its peak of 30 years old by the Elixir of Immortality. In terms of physical strength alone, even Yoruichi Kuromon might not be able to defeat him.
Today, Gin is undoubtedly the most perfect human weapon in the organization, nurtured by his own hands.
'But why is it always so tense? Shouldn't they gradually build a better relationship through parent-child bonding and become the best partners?'
Kuromon Haruya waved his phone: "If you have any doubts, I'd be happy to show you the mission details after the boss grants you the necessary permissions."
Since every instruction is traceable, trying to figure it out from that angle is quite difficult.
To his surprise, Gin didn't speculate or make things difficult for him; he readily accepted the explanation and even gave him a few words of advice in return.
“Butber, in theory, all codenamed members within the organization are on equal footing. Apart from me and Rum, you have the right to refuse any questioning from anyone.”
"Frequent self-proof only gives rats an opportunity to take advantage."
Haruya Kuromon: ?
Being honest doesn't work, and being dishonest doesn't work either. Are there any parenting experts I can ask for help with online?
With his keen sense of power dynamics, Kuromon Haruya quickly noticed the flaw in Gin's words: "And what about Mr. Sogrid?"
"Heh, that guy should worry about his own life first."
The schadenfreude in that sneer was too obvious. Gin's eyes widened, a hint of pleasure flashing in his pupils, and he announced to the others, "This afternoon, Sugrid damaged that man's car during a chase. He is suspended indefinitely from today onwards. The specific punishment will be determined by that man."
"Pfft, hahaha, my goodness! I never thought I'd hear such a hilarious joke in the organization, especially coming from your unpleasant mouth, Gin!"
Chianti pressed on her abdominal wound, but even though she frowned, she couldn't help but laugh out loud: "By the way, what does the boss's car look like? I'll keep an eye out for it when I do missions in the future."
Cohen pushed up his goggles and made a guess: "Sugrid, always careful, always driving a Maserati."
Chianti, who was laughing halfway through, froze in mid-air as if shot, staring at Gin in disbelief:
"That arrogant Maserati belongs to the boss?!" She had previously scratched the car with a few shallow marks because she didn't like Sugrid.
“Watch your tone, Chianti.” Gin stared coldly at him.
Chianti realized he had said the wrong thing, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Gin glanced at the now subdued crowd, lit a cigarette, and looked at Yoruichi Kuromon through the hazy smoke.
The increasingly rapid pulse under his fingertips was not caused by emotional fluctuations such as panic or excitement. This physiological reaction was more like... an instinct buried in his subconscious that even Butber himself was unaware of.
Without further thought, Gin slowly exhaled a puff of smoke—once the clues arrived, experience and logical analysis would tell him the answer.
“Let’s go, Butber.” He fastened his top hat and turned back, saying, “Tonight is a blood-red night for slaughtering beasts.”