Chapter 65 Luring the Tiger Away from the Mountain

Narumi Asai’s eyes reflected the black, blur-like shadow that kicked up billows of dust as it approached from a distance.

True to his word last night, Yan Shuangying had arrived on schedule today.

This realization brought an instinctive sigh of relief to Narumi Asai, who had used disguise techniques learned from Kaito Kid to infiltrate the Metropolitan Police Department’s escort detail. His hand, which had already unbuttoned his suit jacket and was reaching deep inside, froze for a moment.

But he immediately snapped back to his senses—

This was no time to let his guard down!

The officers escorting the Asai family quickly retreated, immediately followed by the sudden emergence and ambush of Black Organization peripheral members positioned in the rear.

Submachine gun fire was unleashed mercilessly upon the police officers at the back.

Without warning, the rear officers barely managed a muffled groan before collapsing to the ground.

At the sight of this, Narumi Asai’s aunt felt her mind go entirely blank.

The muzzle of a peripheral member’s gun had already vaguely zeroed in on this figure, who seemed somewhat out of place among the enemy. But before he could pull the trigger, Narumi Asai’s uncle grabbed his wife, pulling her into cover behind the black vehicle.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The cacophony of gunfire was deafening.

Even without looking up, Narumi Asai knew that Yan Shuangying was most likely already engaging the peripheral members in a firefight from his motorcycle. Asai pulled his foster parents' child—his nominal younger brother—into his arms, shielding him from the barrage of bullets.

Then, he closed his eyes slightly, and the sources of all gunfire gradually transformed into a three-dimensional coordinate map within his mind.

Whether it was the attackers in front, the ambushers in the rear, or the officers organizing a counterattack nearby.

Even Yan Shuangying, roaring in on his black motorcycle and evading bullets with high mobility to launch a counter-offensive.

Everything was laid bare under Narumi Asai’s heightened perception—

The child held in his arms looked up, bewildered, gazing into the face of this unfamiliar police officer.

For some reason, he had a faint feeling that this big brother seemed somewhat familiar.

Much like the Narumi-brother he had only seen a time or two before, who often dressed in women's clothing.

"A-shu, come over here!"

His uncle and aunt called out the child's name.

The boy snapped out of his daze, only to realize that the police officer had somehow released his embrace. He hesitated for a moment, then ran forward and threw himself into the arms of his uncle and aunt.

Narumi Asai slid his hands back inside his coat, his fingertips meeting the familiar and dangerous texture within.

The police officer standing next to Narumi Asai, who had been trying to return fire against the peripheral members, noticed the complete absence of gunfire from Asai’s direction. He turned his head, ready to snap, "Damn it, where’s your handgun? Why did it misfire?"—only for his heart to practically stop beating on the spot.

Because lining the inside of Narumi Asai’s jacket were rows upon rows of homemade grenades!

Never mind the explosive yield of each individual grenade; the sheer quantity alone was enough to send everyone inside this improvised defensive perimeter—consisting of three cars—straight to the afterlife, including the very people they were sworn to protect!

"...I might have been speaking a bit too loudly just now, can we call a truce?"

The officer wore a smile that was far uglier than tears.

Bro, how on earth did you smuggle so much dangerous ordnance in here? Weren't we best buddies? Why are you planning to pull a suicide-bomber stunt without giving me a heads-up? Even troubled kids tell people not to come to school tomorrow before they snap!

If you're going to turn into a suicide truck today, shouldn't you at least tell your good brother, "Don't come to work tomorrow"?

Ignoring the police officer's words, a scene from the past flashed rapidly through Narumi Asai's mind.

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"Guns don't suit you. You cannot bring yourself to pull the trigger directly on a stranger, even if that stranger is your enemy. At the very least, you would hesitate for a split second, and that single hesitation will cost you your life."

The man in black stood before a room, speaking with a trace of cold detachment.

"But there is a weapon that does not require you to witness your enemy's location firsthand, yet can kill them just the same."

"That weapon is fatal, but it suits you perfectly. Because you possess upper-body strength that surpasses ordinary people, you can accurately deliver the weapon to any position capable of inflicting lethal damage. All you need to do is train your sensory perception."

"Narumi Asai, I will train you."

"Until you master how to craft this weapon and how to conceal yourself."

Narumi Asai, still wearing the white coat of a doctor, asked with a hint of nervousness.

"Then, what kind of weapon is it?"

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Explosives!

Narumi Asai possessed superhuman levels of strength and precision.

In his original fate, Narumi Asai—already suffering from severe carbon monoxide poisoning and declining physical functions—was still capable of hurling an object weighing nearly twenty kilograms a distance of at least seven or eight meters.

Therefore, Hikaru Nara had been certain that Narumi Asai possessed a natural talent for throwing objects.

The precision he had cultivated as a doctor would help him more expertly mix, match, and deploy explosives. Thus, this was the "self-defense technique taught to him by Hikaru Nara" that Narumi Asai had mentioned the night before!

A self-defense technique of terrifying lethality!

Without a moment of hesitation, Narumi Asai drew a homemade grenade from his coat pocket. With a hook of his finger, the pull-ring was removed, and the fuse instantly began to burn. Without a second thought, he hurled the grenade toward the coordinates he had pinpointed moments earlier.

He didn't need to look, because he knew his grenade would land precisely where it needed to be!

Boom, boom, boom!

The sounds of explosions echoed in rapid succession.

The peripheral members stationed at the rear of the improvised three-car defensive perimeter were cleanly and decisively wiped out by Yan Shuangying, who had carved a bloody path through them on his black motorcycle. Meanwhile, the attackers pressing the front were blown to pieces by grenades flying in from nowhere!

The assault by the peripheral members suffered a catastrophic setback.

The surviving peripheral members watched in horror as the grim reaper—who had slaughtered the ambushers in the rear and was now driving his heavily modified black motorcycle straight toward them—shattered their remaining psychological defenses.

In an instant, the remaining peripheral members scattered and fled in all directions.

Yet they could not escape the pinpoint elimination of Yan Shuangying, riding his black machine!

He had come this time with no intention of letting a single ambush operative escape!

Watching that half-man, half-ghost urban legend bear down on them, the last surviving organization member finally broke.

He fled behind a small hill, pulled out a communicator, switched to a specific frequency, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Yan Shuangying! Yan Shuangying is here!"

"Team Leader Gin, Yan Shuangying is actually here, the brothers are almost all wiped out—"

"That's wonderful."

The peripheral member froze, momentarily unsure if he had heard correctly.

At that moment, Gin, standing at a commanding vantage point observing the situation at the Tokyo National Stadium, spoke calmly.

"I'll send someone to deliver compensation to your families."

Transmission terminated—

Yan Shuangying had left Mikaha Town because the Asai family was attacked.

Then, wasn't this the absolute best opportunity for him to set up a fatal trap?

Besides, the ones dying were just people from Rum’s faction anyway. If they died, they died; he certainly wasn't going to shed any tears over them!