The tragic incident that occurred in the center of Beika City that afternoon quickly went viral. The police, upon arrival, swiftly cordoned
The tragic incident that occurred in the center of Beika City that afternoon quickly went viral.
The police, upon arrival, swiftly cordoned off the area.
After fire crews extinguished the flames, three charred bodies were discovered at the scene. According to police reports, a total of four innocent bystanders were shot and killed.
In addition, a motorcyclist who crashed into a wall and was caught in the explosion was sent to the intensive care unit. Several others sustained minor injuries in multiple car accidents at the intersection and are currently being treated.
It was a brutal, vicious incident.
Though the police attempted to suppress the news, the number of witnesses made containment impossible. The story spread like wildfire across the internet.
In response, the police held an emergency press conference, listing the victims—but more importantly, they began the manhunt for the gunman on the motorcycle.
"Good job."
When he met Yoshiki Hayashi, Gin repeated those words.
Normally silent and stoic at the bar, this time, the moment Yoshiki entered, Gin turned, a cold grin spreading across his face.
You didn't have to guess—his mood was exceptionally good.
"I thought he'd be a difficult one," Yoshiki said, taking a seat at the bar.
"Hmph. How can a silver bullet compare to a black cannon?" Gin chuckled darkly.
Black cannon...
Yoshiki suddenly realized Gin had a flair for dramatic metaphors.
He called undercover agents mice, detectives foxes, and the FBI flies.
He even named his beloved car a German tree frog and referred to bullet trains as iron snakes.
Upon realizing this, Yoshiki found Gin oddly... enchanted.
"What a great Cointreau!"
Vodka was excited. "You took out the guy even the boss had been worried about. That gentleman will definitely be very pleased when he hears."
"It's all thanks to Mr. Vodka helping behind the scenes."
"…Don't say that."
Vodka, flustered, didn't dare take credit. He quickly picked up his glass and lowered his head.
"Anyway, it's thanks to you, Cointreau."
Yoshiki ordered a drink.
He was still coughing a little but didn't say much when Gin poured the wine today.
"I'll arrange someone to clean up the mess," Gin said, glancing over.
"But next time—don't involve so many unnecessary people. The police may be useless, but their martial law and constant patrols interfere with our operations."
"…The target was troublesome. I couldn't afford to care."
His mood lightened as the mojito he ordered arrived.
Gin, however, thought Yoshiki simply enjoyed the kill.
Even if some were taken out by stray bullets...
As long as the casualties were within the plan, it didn't matter.
What truly impressed Gin was Cointreau's precision—having Vodka adjust the traffic lights' timing, ensuring Shuichi Akai arrived exactly on time, even making him stop at a red light just long enough...
Incredible.
What Gin didn't know was that those so-called "innocent bystanders" were actually names from the Death Note.
As for Shuichi Akai—such a shame.
Yoshiki's black eyes reflected in the ice-cooled glass. They were calm. Clear.
"What are you planning next?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Is there anything you want?"
"…No."
But in truth, there was.
Yoshiki wanted the real names of everyone in the organization.
Gin watched him silently.
Cointreau was like him. Material desires no longer moved him. All he wanted now was spiritual satisfaction.
He'd give him more mission targets later.
"By the way, where are Chianti and the others?"
"I sent her elsewhere."
Chianti had complained nonstop about not being allowed to kill Akai. Gin, annoyed, told her to go to another Organization bar for a meeting.
Because Cointreau had succeeded, Chianti, eager to see him, went there happily.
Until—
Chianti:"Gin! You and Cointreau aren't at Black Widow at all—where the hell are you!?"
Gin saw the message.
Delete.
Moments later, Yoshiki got a text from Chianti.
He replied with the location of the bar.
Then, setting down his half-drunk mojito, he stood with a smile.
"Alright. I've got something else to do. I'll head out."
Outside, a cool breeze hit his face—he coughed a few times.
Taxi. He needed one.
Even half a drink was too much to risk drunk driving.
Gin and Vodka drove drunk all the time...
But this afternoon's chaos had left Beika's citizens terrified.
Taxis, usually plentiful, were now nowhere in sight.
Poor Akai Shuichi.
If only he had read the text message, he could've avoided this.
But whether he didn't trustAkemi Miyano or was too confident, he showed up—leaving Yoshiki no choice.
He even had to delete the message himself.
After waiting over ten minutes, a taxi finally came.
Just ten minutes after he left, a Dodge Viper roared up to the bar.
Jingle~
Chianti burst in.
"Hey! Where's Cointreau? In the bathroom?"
"He just left."
"Huh!?"
"Move it, Chianti," said Korn, shoving past.
Elsewhere, Yoshiki received a text from Ai Haibara.
Ai Haibara: "What are you doing?"
Yoshiki: "Heading back."
No reply for a long while.
She probably wanted to ask about the situation but worried Gin or the others were near.
So Yoshiki sent:
"Tell your sister not to worry."
Ai Haibara: "Okay."
Ai Haibara: "Your cough still hasn't healed. Take care of yourself."
Yoshiki: "OK."
Buzz~
Another message.
Chianti:"Cointreau! Why did you run away!?"
Cointreau: "…My cough hasn't healed. I felt unwell after drinking."
Chianti:"Oh oh."
Chianti:"Why didn't you say so earlier!?"
Chianti:"Then go to bed early, okay?"
Yoshiki: "Thank you."
Chianti:"Why are you thanking me for that!?"
Back at the bar, Chianti tapped away on her phone.
Korn, beside her, couldn't help peeking.
Chianti... had fallen hard.
Korn said nothing.
After all, Cointreau seemed to be preparing his next move...