The moment the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against him, Toru Amuro felt calm in his heart.

This was one of the few moments when he was very close to death.

But perhaps because he had been mentally prepared, or perhaps because he knew that the person holding the gun at this moment was Furukawa Kumisa, his mood did not fluctuate at all.

——If death is really your final destination, then dying in her hands may be the best ending.

Furukawa Kumisa really wanted to shoot at that moment.

Since last night, she has been in a situation where she has been constantly teased and targeted. She has been taken away twice in a daze, and her nerves have been tense all the time. It is inevitable that she will get a little angry.

Her finger tightened on the trigger twice, but in the end she failed to fire.

She stretched out her hand and hit the man on the back of the neck hard. He groaned and fainted.

——Forget it, she won't vent her anger on irrelevant people.

She dragged the "waiter" in the driver's seat into the roadside lawn and carefully hid it.

Then he took out his mobile phone and called Gin.

——Anyway, someone will come to my door soon, a better person to vent to.

Ten minutes later, a black car drove from a distance, and Furukawa Kumisa greeted it.

Before she could say anything, the passenger window was lowered, and a hand holding a gun stretched out to resist Furukawa Kumisa who came forward.

Furukawa Kumisa suppressed the growing anger in his heart and looked at Gin with cold eyes: "What do you mean? Gin."

Gin's hand|gun was pointed steadily at Furukawa Kumisa, and he said indifferently: "Where have you been?"

Furukawa Kumisa took a deep breath: "I told you, I was taken away by someone in a daze, and I woke up halfway and escaped."

"Why doesn't the other party kill you?"

Furukawa Kumisa sneered: "You have to ask him about this - ah, I'm sorry, he has been killed by me."

Gin glanced at the messy car in front of him. It was parked crookedly, and the tire tracks on the road could prove what had happened.

The driver's window was shattered and looked like it had been smashed by a gun.

Gin didn't buy her argument: "There was no blood in the car."

Furukawa Kumisa frowned: "Isn't it right to shoot someone's head in a car and leave the car covered in blood and brains for the passing police to check?"

She glanced at the grass in the opposite direction and said, "The body is there, do you want to check it out?"

Gin looked at him silently for a while, then moved his eyes to the wounds on her body.

There was a slight blood mark on his neck, and he seemed to have been stabbed on his shoulder. It was not deep. The bleeding had been stopped. Several pieces of the mask on his face had fallen off - it looked like he had just experienced a fight.

fighting.

But not tragic.

There was a faint sound of police sirens on the road in the distance, and Gin just paused for a moment before putting away his gun.

"boarding."

Furukawa Kumisa took a long breath, opened the back seat door, and got in the car.

It seems that the bitter meat trick still has some effect - even for people like Gin.

It's not in vain that she just cut herself so many times.

Mescal, who was in the driver's seat, didn't speak the whole time, and just silently drove the car back on the road.

"Okay, system, the alarm can be stopped."

——The sirens were also faked by the system, just to prevent Gin from getting out of the car at the right time to check the man’s “body”.

The siren gradually faded away, and it seemed like it was just a passing police car.

Gin lit a cigarette and opened the car window slightly to let out the smell. He saw the restless Furukawa Kumisa in the rearview mirror and frowned.

"You're jumping up and down, what are you doing?"

Furukawa Kumisa rummaged around in various lockers in the car: "Don't you guys have some bandages in your car?"

Gin sighed impatiently: "Squeamish."

Furukawa Kumisa rolled his eyes and retorted rudely: "You are not cowardly. If you are not coquettish, don't bandage it if you get injured. Just rely on your physical fitness to heal yourself. Anyway, I am cowardly."

Mescal, who was silent, suddenly spoke: "There is it in the passenger compartment."

Hearing what he said, Furukawa Kumisa leaned on the seat in front of him and poked his head.

Seeing Gin staying there motionless, she reached out and pushed him: "Give it to me."

Gin finished the cigarette unmoved, extinguished it in the cigarette case, then slowly took out the bandage for her and threw it towards the back seat.

"Hiss--" This throw was really clever, and it happened to fall on Furukawa Kumisa's wound, and she took a breath of cold air.

She glared at Gin in front of her, and shot back when the other person was about to speak: "Yes, I'm just squeamish, and you can't stand it? What should I do? Call the police?"

Gin's sarcasm was blocked back, he glanced at the rearview mirror and said nothing more.

Furukawa Kumisa suppressed his anger, took off the bandage and alcohol, applied medicine to himself, and kept comforting himself in his heart.

——Hurry up, hurry up, be patient.

Thinking of this, she glanced at Mescal in the driver's seat: "Turn up the air conditioner, I'm squeamish."

Gin:……

Mescal glanced at Gin next to him, and seeing that he didn't speak, he reached out and turned up the air conditioner.

Furukawa Kumisa felt the warm wind coming from the vent and smiled brightly: "Thank you."

Then he lowered his head and dealt with the wound attentively, counting the time in his mind.

It should be almost done.

There was a soft "squeak" sound, and the tires of their car seemed to be hit by something, and they stopped hard.

"Someone was following us and shot at our tires."

Mescal glanced at the following vehicle in the rearview mirror and spoke calmly.

Furukawa Kumisa continued to apply medicine to himself calmly, as if he was oblivious to what was going on outside the window: "The organization's car tires and window glass are all bulletproof."

But it was obvious that there was more than one car following him, but in a matter of seconds, the cars behind him started to follow one after another, and in the blink of an eye, they were already following a long line.

Furukawa Kumisa glanced at the rearview mirror and pretended to frown: "I'm being targeted."

Gin sneered and lit another cigarette: "You just realized it now?" Then he ordered Mescal, "Turn into the woods on the roadside and get rid of them."

This is a dense forest in the suburbs of Tokyo. Although it does not cover a large area, there is a rapid river at the end of the dense forest.

Moreover, it is already late at night, there is no light in the dense forest, and the roads are complicated. Some places are almost untouched by people, and there is a risk of rushing into the river if you are not careful.

But Gin made the judgment at just one glance. This was the easiest and fastest route to follow behind him.

Although the woods at night and the terrain are indeed risky, if you can really drive the car into the river, then Mescal would be better off feeding the fish.

This is the route Gin will definitely choose, and Furukawa Kumisa is very sure of it.

Furukawa Kumisa opened the computer he kept in the car, made some adjustments, and the surrounding map appeared on the screen.

She typed on the keyboard again, and several small red dots lit up on the screen - those were the signal dots of the stalkers' mobile phones.

After all, Gin couldn't let Gin feel like he was paddling too hard. He still had to work when it was time to work.

She handed the computer to Gin in the passenger seat, "Here, you will be responsible for commanding the route."

Gin took the computer and did not refuse, but just asked: "Are you going to do nothing?"

Furukawa Kumisa gritted his teeth: "Look at the computer in your hand and say it again? I didn't do anything? Did this map fall from the sky?"

She hummed and decided not to argue with him. She reached out from under her seat and pulled out a sniper rifle.

"Mescal, unlock the window."

With the car window down, Furukawa Kumisa held the gun in an extremely awkward posture and pulled the bolt.

Mescal glanced at Furukawa Kumisa in the back seat: "Do you want to slow down?"

He knew she was going to shoot at the vehicle behind her, and he was worried about her accuracy in a car traveling at high speed.

It was Gin who replied: "No need."

He had seen Natafi's shooting ability. If the gun was empty at this distance, she could throw it into the river to feed the fish.

Furukawa Kumisa didn't speak, he just held his breath and concentrated, and decisively pulled the trigger.

I heard several sharp blasts from the loaded sniper rifle, and the bullets disappeared into the dense forest at night, disappearing in an instant.

Furukawa Kumisa retracted his gun and closed the car window: "Their tires are also bulletproof, but as long as they calculate the angle correctly and let their tires slip, the cars behind them will hit themselves."

Gin looked away from the screen and glanced at the rearview mirror. He wanted to say a few more words, but stopped after catching a glimpse of the proud smile on her face.

Gin sometimes feels that Natafe is a bit like a child who has not grown up - all the joy, anger, sorrow and joy are written on his face, and all emotions are magnified in front of him. No matter how shocking things he has accomplished, as long as he is worthy of her

That can be called childish behavior, it all seems very childish.
To be continued...