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Two armored military Humvees screeched to a sudden halt in the courtyard of this pharmaceutical research institute.
The staff inside the facility looked on in astonishment as five fully armed individuals disembarked from the vehicles, their expressions filled with confusion.
But that confusion didn't last long.
A suppressed HK416 automatic rifle emitted a series of soft bursts. The 5.56mm bullets tore through several people instantly, splattering blood across the area.
Some of the pharmaceutical workers finally snapped out of their shock, screaming in terror and dropping the documents they were holding. They shouted frantically as they fled toward the five-story building of the research institute.
Fujihara Tōru raised his hand and commanded his team, "As planned, eliminate everything cleanly!"
The remaining four split into pairs, wielding rifles and advancing tactically toward the entrance of the building. After a quick scan inside, they stormed the premises.
Since Fujihara was alone, he acted independently.
Someone burst out of the building in panic, shouting for help, but Fujihara paid no attention.
"Whoosh—"
Another muffled gunshot rang out, and the fleeing individual was struck directly in the chest, collapsing in a spray of blood.
From a nearby high-rise, the sniper and spotter had already taken position. Their mission was to eliminate any stragglers who managed to escape.
Fujihara also raised his rifle and entered the building, moving with measured steps. He fired precise shots at anyone he encountered.
Not all the researchers in the institute were members of the Black Organization, but the majority were reserves. Better to kill mistakenly than to let anyone slip away.
"Someone's invading! Grab your weapons quickly!"
The security personnel inside the institute finally reacted, rushing to the armory to retrieve weapons and prepare to resist.
These weapons were illegally held. A pharmaceutical research institute could never legally apply for such an arsenal.
While Japan technically allowed firearms, the regulations were extremely strict. Allowing guns was merely a superficial nod to their American counterparts. But under such stringent gun control, it might as well have been a complete ban. You wouldn't see gun shops lining the streets.
Though the security personnel emerged with weapons, shouting angrily, they were no match for Fujihara's elite, fully equipped squad. These poorly trained guards stood about as much chance as street thugs armed with pistols facing off against a professional military unit—it was a one-sided slaughter.
Fujihara leaned against the wall, firing another series of precise shots. Several security guards who charged around the corner without any tactical awareness were cut down immediately.
Looking at the handguns in their hands, Fujihara shook his head slightly.
With the firepower of those pistols, there was no way they could penetrate the ceramic plates in his body armor. Even if they shot him point-blank, it wouldn't cause significant harm.
After neutralizing the guards, Fujihara approached them and delivered a finishing shot to each of their heads.
Reaching the corridor, he kicked open the first door with a swift motion. Inside, a Japanese researcher wearing a white lab coat immediately dropped to his knees, pleading desperately, "Please, don't kill me!"
Without hesitation, Fujihara raised his rifle and fired. After confirming there was no one else in the room, he moved on to the next one to continue his cleanup.
Passing by a load-bearing wall, Fujihara pulled out a remotely detonated C4 explosive charge and affixed it to the wall.
As a demolition expert, one had to understand civil engineering. Only then could they collapse a building using the least amount of explosives possible.
The other armed operatives were performing the same tasks as Fujihara—eliminating all personnel and planting C4 charges.
For a time, the entire pharmaceutical research building echoed with the sounds of gunfire, screams, cries, and groans of pain.
At the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, the operator quickly relayed the situation to the chief after receiving an emergency call.
Inspector Megure had just received a call from higher-ups. After replying with repeated affirmations, he hung up, stood up, and shouted, "Everyone, assemble immediately! Prepare your weapons and follow me to the scene."
Seeing Inspector Megure's serious demeanor, Takagi hurriedly asked, "What's going on? Inspector Megure, is there another murder case?"
Recently, Tokyo had seen an unusual surge in bizarre murder cases. Officers like them were running around daily to solve these killings.
Especially since many of these murders involved absurd methods of execution.
As Inspector Megure prepared, he shouted, "This is worse than a murder case. There's been a report of a large-scale gunfight in the suburbs of Tokyo. Not only is our Division One mobilized, but reinforcements have been dispatched as well."
"Inspector Shiratori, Sato, hurry up and get ready! Gunfights are rare!"
"Yes!"
Officer Takagi exclaimed in surprise, "A large-scale gunfight? Are we going to be like those American cops, engaging in combat?"
Though his tone sounded serious, there was a hint of excitement in his voice.
Gunfights were extremely rare in Japan. Although officers in the Criminal Investigation Division carried firearms, opportunities to use them were few and far between, let alone engage in shootouts with criminals.
Any man would enjoy firing a gun. The marksmanship they practiced at the police academy often went unused during actual investigations, which sometimes left them feeling disappointed.
Some younger officers were equally excited. After completing weapon checks and arming themselves, they followed Inspector Megure out at a jog.
Gripping their revolvers, they felt confident. In their minds, how bad could a gunfight in Japan really be? With so many officers responding, what was there to fear?
They only wondered if they'd get the chance to fire their weapons this time.
If they did, it would be the perfect opportunity to showcase their marksmanship!
Row after row of police cars sped through Tokyo's streets. Alongside Inspector Megure's division, numerous other criminal investigation units were mobilized simultaneously.
In an instant, dozens of police cars formed a massive convoy, looking quite impressive.
Driving the lead car, Inspector Megure suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.
Why were so many officers being deployed? Just how "large-scale" was this supposed gunfight?
Inside the pharmaceutical company's gas chamber, Miyano Shiho regained consciousness momentarily from the intense pain.
She staggered to her feet, clutching her throbbing heart, and muttered hoarsely, "Why am I not dead? What is this?"
Miyano Shiho stared at the oversized white lab coat and red sweater draped over her now-childlike frame. Looking at her shorter arms and hands, she whispered in disbelief, "I've shrunk too?!"
Having reverted to the form of a child, the handcuffs no longer restrained her.
Upon realizing she had shrunk, Miyano Shiho immediately scanned the room. Seeing no surveillance cameras, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, she heard commotion outside and thought her transformation had been discovered.
Amidst the panicked shouts and footsteps, faint gunshots could also be heard.
"Run! Those madmen are killing everyone they see! It looks like they're searching for someone!"
Miyano Shiho, who was near the door, overheard the conversation of those fleeing outside.
"What's going on? Killing indiscriminately? Even Gin wouldn't go this far. Could it be intruders from another organization?"
"And they're searching for someone… Could it be me?"
It wasn't vanity on Miyano Shiho's part. If anyone in this research institute was important enough to search for, it was undoubtedly her.
Her newly shrunken body was weak, and she felt feverish, as though she were ill.
But Miyano Shiho couldn't afford to dwell on that now. Spotting a garbage chute that only a child could fit through, she quickly crawled inside.
Having survived and found an opportunity to escape, she had no intention of dying.
If possible, she wanted to avenge her sister!