Late night at the pier.
As the sea breeze blew, Asakura, who was dressed in a windbreaker, felt a slight chill. The purpose of coming here was to verify whether his guess was reasonable.
"Lord Brandy!"
Seeing Asakura actually arriving, the person responsible for coordinating the management of all members on the dock came to him and bowed respectfully.
"Don't be so restrained. Is there anyone here to inspect the recently arrived goods?" Asakura walked in front and walked non-stop towards the warehouse next to the dock where the containers were stacked.
"Pisco has had his stuff taken away, and no one has come over for the others yet."
In the warehouse, rows of containers are stacked neatly. This is the organization's maritime smuggling channel. It smuggles weapons, gunpowder and other contraband into the island country through the cover of importing cars by car companies like Pisco.
The island country's gun ban policy is very strict. Every firearm issued will record rifling and other data, ensuring that as long as a gun is fired, the owner of the gun will be found based on the bullets or wounds left at the scene.
Such strict defense is completely troublesome for the members of the organization who often kill people with guns. They can't just kill one person and change the gun, and then find someone to apply for a gun permit again, right?
For the sake of convenience, they can only solve this problem with smuggled guns.
In fact, speaking of it, organizing a large-scale smuggling of firearms is not really... the helicopter driven by Gin in the original book... that is really fierce.
"Isn't anyone coming?" Asakura looked at the locked container, his eyes focused, and ordered, "Open it."
The management did as they were told. After the container was opened, the full load of marine fish lost its door and collapsed. In an instant, a strong fishy smell filled the entire warehouse.
Asakura kicked the fish aside and opened the heavy wooden box underneath the fish.
The boxes were filled with all kinds of firearms and ammunition, and there was no sign of them being taken away.
"Please rest assured, there will definitely be no mistakes!" Looking at Brandy's actions, the manager couldn't figure out the purpose of his trip, so he hurriedly patted his chest and assured.
"Go on." After checking one, Asakura said.
Another container was opened, and the same sea fish rolled out. The contents of this box were also intact and untouched.
Walk all the way——
Finally, he came to almost the middle of the warehouse. The densely packed containers here had blocked the outside view, and all he could see were towering metal containers.
After arriving here, the manager looked at Brandy with a confused look on his face: "Do you want to continue driving?"
"Open." Asakura put his hands on his waist and nodded.
The manager walked to the door of the container, pressed the lock of the container and started to turn it. The moment the door opened, others ducked to the side. The black muzzle of the gun poked out from inside, and the fire snake spewed out in the blink of an eye.
"as expected."
Asakura really didn't know how to dodge bullets, but he could detect the abnormal behavior of the terminal management. As he ducked to the side, he moved away at the same time.
Bullets hit the container on the opposite side continuously, making frequent "click, click, click" sounds.
And this gunshot was like a signal. At the same time, several door opening sounds appeared together.
The thin and neat sound of boots came from not far away. Listening to this sound, it seemed that it was a well-trained professional soldier.
Mercenaries?
Asakura's hand on his waist slipped smoothly and he took out a submachine gun from his lower back - this was the reason why he wore a large trench coat, there was enough space inside to put some gadgets.
He took advantage of the situation and leaned against the corner where the containers were piled up, listening to what was going on around him——
The initial raid failed, and the voices in the warehouse soon became quiet. In a complex environment, and with only one target, it was certainly impossible for the other party to attack randomly.
In this case, the best strategy is to shrink in batches, gradually shrinking the encirclement and slowly swallowing Asakura Makoto in the center.
Facing this circumstances……
Asakura Makoto didn't feel panic... Compared with the previous style of attacking without leaving any clues and then retreating, the dead man who kidnapped Miyano Akemi took poison and committed suicide as soon as he was caught.
The one in Pisco also took the first step and didn't catch the tail.
Now someone finally confronts him head-on——
As long as there are people, he doesn't worry about not being able to get the news out of their mouths.
Asakura just went around in circles with these people with a sense of enjoyment.
Footsteps are approaching.
He carefully distinguished the number of people on the other side... two people. After confirming this, he held a submachine gun in one hand and took off the grenade he had just picked up during the search with the other hand and threw it away.
Bang!
An explosion announced the death of those two people, and also showed the rest of the people where Asakura Makoto was standing.
The footsteps sounded one after another and got closer and closer. It wouldn't take long for them to surround Asakura.
But... the son of a rich man couldn't sit down in court, so how could Brandy take the risk alone in the middle of the night and break into this place that he already considered to be a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.
Amidst the noisy footsteps, a sniper call resounded.
The layers of containers in the warehouse do block each other's sight, but this is only for people on the same level. For a sniper from a high position, the scene inside is simply unobstructed.
Just before Asakura opened the containers one after another with great fanfare, the FBI's ace, Silver Bullet Akai Shuichi, and now the organization's rye whiskey, Morohoshi Dai, were looking for a sniper position under the cover of night.
Although Miyano Akemi only had a near miss this time, just the fact that she was almost kidnapped can already arouse someone's anger...
Listening to the sudden chaos of the other party's voice, Asakura moved as quickly as lightning.
He was seen holding a submachine gun, using the cover of the container as the most efficient killing weapon.
Akai Shuichi was lying on the roof of the warehouse, sniping at the enemies in the warehouse while paying attention to Asakura's true actions...
This is the first time he has seen Asakura really use his full strength. Since the advent of firearms, when they meet on a narrow road, the faster one wins——
And Asakura's true speed is undoubtedly extremely fast.
When an enemy appears within the field of vision, the human brain will receive the information and react, and then the finger will aim and pull the trigger to fire.
Asakura Makoto, the bullet was already shot from the gun while the opponent was still in the reaction stage. When they were about to pull the trigger, the bullet had already hit their body.
"It's really awesome, worthy of the FBI's silver bullet..."
At the same time, Asakura Makoto was also sighing at the strength of the sniper. He could face numerous enemies with one person. He was not an inscrutable warrior like Kyogoku Makoto. There would always be times when he was stretched thin, and at this time, Someone from above will always send a precise bullet on time to help him solve this problem.
This kind of hit rate and keen grasp of the battle situation are really terrifying. Just based on the ability shown at this time, he can be ranked at the forefront of the organization.
With the full cooperation of the two, the unknown armed gang in the warehouse was soon arrested and killed. The riot was calmed down in just a few minutes.
