books44 Chapter 153 A Special Two-Person Operation (1)
Chapter 153 A Special Two-Person Operation (1)
On the outer ring road late at night, a dark shadow flashed past, roaring past a train of freight trucks. Fan Ze's report came through the embedded miniature headset:
"The target vehicle has left the Beika 2-chome intersection and is heading towards the Beika Bridge. It is expected to reach the bridge in 5 minutes."
Touching the button on the right side of the helmet, an optical map of Tokyo appeared on the visor. Kuromon Haruya glanced at it and made his judgment:
"After crossing the bridge, there is a highway, where there is likely an ambush to help escape."
Half an hour had passed since the enemy's temporary base was breached. After their initial panicked retreat, the pack of beasts should have realized what was happening by now. As the saying goes, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. Having achieved their provocation by losing three members, retreating was undoubtedly the best option before the main force landed.
However, it's hard to judge whether someone who has provoked another to linger nearby is arrogant or foolish.
Clearly, Gin shared the same idea.
As the last gunshot faded into the distance, he stepped over the pool of blood and ordered in a deep voice, "Butber, you go to the riverbank to intercept the target. I'll go around to the other side and clear out the rats."
Looking at Kuromon Haruya's satellite positioning, Fanze frowned in confusion:
"But based on Butber's current distance, the shortest distance from the target after reaching the riverbank is 900 meters, and the altitude is also..."
"It doesn't matter," Gin interrupted directly. "A mere 1000 yards, you can easily handle that with your skills, right, Butbell?"
Kuromon Haruya paused, closed his eyes, and a helpless smile appeared on his lips: "Ah, you're right."
The ability to consistently snipe a moving target 1000 yards away is a skill that Chianti and his team need to gradually build up, but Black Gate Yaoye was able to achieve it easily as early as the end of his first year of special training in Italy.
But his highest recorded training distance with the organization is only 800 yards. How did Gin know that? Could it be that there are spies within the organization in Italy...?
Instinctively gripping the handle, Yoruichi Kuromon's tone remained unchanged: "Guinness, please sync the drone footage to me."
"OK!"
A frame appeared in the upper left corner of the screen. Facing the New Year's traffic, a silver-gray heavy motorcycle ignored the traffic police's whistles and rushed straight onto the sidewalk, as if being chased by death, and went to the bridge by any means necessary.
He planned to take a shortcut, even if it meant being exposed to the police, to buy time! If the chase continued, there was a possibility that he wouldn't be able to respond in time.
Realizing that the available sniping positions were decreasing, Kuromon Haruya immediately stopped his motorcycle and looked up to survey the surrounding terrain.
The area around the riverbank is mostly industrial and low-rise residential areas with uneven roof structures, making it difficult to quickly reach higher ground.
Waiting directly on the riverbank will reduce the effective sniping range to 50 meters from the street to the bridge.
'The area is very open, and there aren't any tall buildings to be found right now…'
Looking up at the infrastructure standing in the distance, a flash of inspiration struck Kuromon Haruya.
Oh, right! We can also use that!
Under the observation of the drone, Kuromon Haruya twisted the throttle to the limit, and with the help of the motorcycle's momentum, did an incredible somersault, easily landing on the steel frame of the height restriction barrier with the cello case on his back.
Pulling a sniper rifle from its case, Haruya Kuromon removed her helmet and assessed the surroundings in the gentle night breeze.
Estimated distance: 1200 yards; temperature: around 1°C; nighttime gusts: northwesterly, force 4; humidity: 70%; air pressure: normal; visibility: good.
The weapon used is the Swiss SSG 3000 sniper rifle, which is 1181 mm long, 7.62 mm in caliber, and has a detachable five-round magazine. It is a police sniper rifle marketed for its high safety, high quality, and high accuracy.
With a swift and practiced deft touch, Kuromon Haruya rested the butt of his gun on his shoulder, the echo of his laughter still lingering in the channel:
"I can already see the fox's tail."
Gin: "A fox that has cultivated itself into a spirit can grow nine tails."
Steadily ambush on the old steel frame, time seemed to stand still around Kuromon Haruya, his figure remaining completely unshaken.
'If I were suddenly being pursued by the main force of a hostile faction, and my life was in danger, without any consideration for social repercussions, how would I, as a professional assassin named Fox, survive?'
Close your eyes, put yourself in the known information of the target, and start a route simulation.
Charging out directly would expose too much of a window of opportunity, but slowing down would attract pursuers, and reinforcements are only a bridge away...
I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was a large truck that had just emerged from the street corner!
"But all foxes only have one head, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Kuromon Haruya moved his left hand slightly and shot out the front wheel of the truck without hesitation.
Bang!
The unsuspecting truck driver slammed on the brakes, and the explosion of the front tires caused the truck to sway violently, but there was nothing behind the obstruction!
Just as the driver was about to rear-end the truck, a heavy motorcycle leaped out of the truck bed and sped into the opposite lane to cross the bridge. At that moment, there was almost no time to reload!
"You're kidding me!" Chianti, who was watching from beside Fanze, exclaimed in surprise.
The moment the target entered the frame, Kuromon Haruya picked up another loaded sniper rifle that was already prepared at his feet and pulled the trigger—bang.
A red flower bloomed near the temple of the fox as it leaped high into the air. The out-of-control motorcycle crashed to the ground and exploded instantly, the flames engulfing the prey.
"The target has been successfully eliminated."
Putting away his two sniper rifles, Kuromon Haruya slid down the height barrier and picked up his motorcycle, which he had thrown off and which was now riddled with scratches.
"The fox has been confirmed dead. Have you found any trace of Scrooge?"
Communication on the other side blurred for a moment. Kuromon Haruya looked back and saw a cloud of smoke several meters high rising on the highway on the other side of the bridge, accompanied by a loud explosion—just like Gin's style.
Gin opened the lighter, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and kicked aside the severed hand scattered by the shockwave at his feet: "No. But the main thoroughfares in and out of Tokyo are already guarded, so that woman is most likely still hiding in the shadows of this city."
"I've already taken care of the gunpowder supply; finding her is just a matter of time."
Pushing the motorcycle, Haruya Kuromon tentatively suggested:
"I think there's something wrong with my vehicle. Let's call this a day for tonight's pursuit. We're all in Tokyo, we can't just rely on our operations department, can we?"
Gin pondered for a moment, perhaps also thinking of those freeloaders, then snorted and agreed to his suggestion:
"There has been no reaction for the past hour. Rum truly lives up to his reputation as a magnet for rats."
“Gin, the boss once said that everyone in the organization is one, what you’re saying isn’t good for unity.” A voice, unifying men, women, young and old, burst through the communication channel, delivering a bombshell: “Scobbin has been found.”
“There’s a sniper set up on the rooftop 700 yards away from Butber.”
As the bullet grazed past, Yoruichi Kuromon turned to the side, his brows furrowed as he looked intently at the crater in the ground behind him.
As Pu Siqinglan bent down and pressed her sniper scope against the target while reloading, her emerald green right eye was positioned precisely in the center of the crosshair...
After a moment of smug satisfaction, she suddenly realized with stiff fingers and a chill running down her spine that it wasn't that the crosshair just happened to be aligned with the target, but rather that he had actively captured the crosshair.