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Yuki Takada still pressed his left hand firmly against the wound on his right shoulder.
His body was slightly curled up, his head was lowered, and he was muttering something incessantly, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably from the intense pain.
His pain and despair were so real that he could only hope that his condition would lull his opponent into a false sense of security.
Especially opponents like Yasuki Mishima, who are immersed in the thrill of controlling the life and death of others.
"Cough...cough..." Yuki Takada coughed a few times, as if even speaking had become extremely difficult.
His right hand was pressed against the cold ground, hidden by his body.
It was moving extremely slowly into the shadows beside him.
My fingertip touched a small, angular object.
That was a fragment of the handle of a standard police tactical knife that he accidentally dropped during his gunfight with Mishima Yasuhiro.
Although small, the broken blade is just what we need to deal with the current situation.
With his last remaining strength, he gripped the fatal shard tightly in his sweaty, blood-stained palm.
Mishima Yasuki took another step forward, now less than a meter away from Takada Yuki.
This distance was absolutely safe for him, enough for him to see every trace of fear his prey felt before it died.
He leaned forward slightly, as if wanting to get a clearer view of Takada Yuki's miserable state.
Holding the Beretta rifle, he pointed the dark muzzle at Yuuki Takada's forehead, a cold and satisfied smile playing on his lips: "Is it hard to choose? In that case, I think you'd rather taste the bullet..."
It's now!
Yuuki Takada suddenly raised his head.
Those pupils, which had been dilated from blood loss, suddenly shot out a terrifying light, and he seemed to become a completely different person as he attacked Mishima Yasuteru.
He suddenly released his left hand that was pressing on the wound, and blood gushed out uncontrollably from the ruptured artery, instantly staining the air in front of his chest red.
This sudden and drastic change, the splattering blood mist, caused Mishima Yasuhiro's pupils to contract sharply, and his body instinctively stiffened for a very brief moment, leaning back in disgust.
In that life-or-death gap of less than half a second.
Yuki Takada remained curled up on the ground, his seemingly completely useless right arm actually unleashing a hidden power that surpassed its limits.
He used his waist and abdomen as the axis, and his entire upper body sprang out like a taut bowstring.
Clutching the sharp shards in his right hand, with a resolute determination to perish together and a terrifyingly precise killing intent, he thrust upwards fiercely.
The target is not the heart, nor the throat.
Instead, it was Mishima Yasuhiro who was right next to him, his inner thighs completely exposed as he leaned over.
puff!
A dull, teeth-grinding tearing sound rang out.
The blood-stained, sharp shard pierced deep beneath the skin of Mishima Yasunari's inner thigh without any obstruction, precisely piercing the femoral artery!
"Uhhh-!!!"
Mishima Yasuharu's cold, mocking expression was instantly replaced by unbelievable, excruciating pain and extreme terror.
He let out a bloodcurdling scream that sounded inhuman.
His body staggered backward, and the gun in his hand instinctively pointed at Takada Yuki, but then a devastating pain shot through his thigh.
Suddenly losing its balance and trembling violently, the gun barrel completely lost its accuracy.
A liquid with a strong smell of rust gushed out uncontrollably from his trouser leg, instantly soaking the ground and mixing with Takada Yuki's blood.
The excruciating pain caused Yuki Takada's vision to go black, and he almost fainted.
But he knew that if he stopped now, he would face utter ruin.
Using the momentum from the previous thrust, he lunged at the unsteady Mishima Yasuhiro, his blood-stained left hand gripping Mishima Yasuhiro's wrist holding the gun like an iron clamp.
The bones made a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound when squeezed.
"Go away!"
"Get out of my way!!"
Mishima Yasuhiro's eyes were bloodshot, and he struggled frantically in terror and rage.
He tried to shake off Yuki Takada and thought about pulling the trigger to give Yuki Takada a heavy blow.
However, the excruciating pain from the punctured femoral artery, coupled with the fact that the bones in his wrist were trapped by Yuki Takada, made it impossible for him to move.
Seeing that Mishima Yasuhiro still had some strength left in his fingertips, Takada Yuki put all his weight and remaining strength on the hand holding the gun.
The two rolled around in a pool of blood, engaging in a primal struggle.
Yuki Takada released the dagger fragments from his right hand, spread his five fingers, and with a fierce, reckless expression, grabbed at Yasuki Mishima's face.
The thumb's target was those terrified, wide-open eyes!
"Ahhh! My eyes!" Mishima Yasuhiro let out an even more shrill scream, instinctively turning his head to dodge, his wrist holding the gun inevitably loosening for a moment!
In that instant!
A fierce glint flashed in Takada Yuuki's eyes, and his left hand unleashed its last, astonishing power, twisting and snatching away with a sudden burst of strength!
Click!
The pistol flew out of his hand and landed softly in a pool of blood a few meters away.
"No!!" Mishima Yasuhiro roared in despair, trying to reach for the gun, but the gushing blood from his thigh took away his last bit of balance.
Chapter 35 Arrival in Kyoto (Please continue reading)
Mishima Yasunari fell heavily to the ground, his hands futilely clutching his inner thighs.
He tried to stop the fatal wound, but blood continued to gush out from between his fingers at an alarming rate.
Yuki Takada also exhausted his last bit of strength. The action of grabbing the gun caused him to lose his balance completely, and he fell heavily next to Yasuhiro Mishima, splattering blood everywhere.
He was breathing heavily, each breath accompanied by a tearing pain.
The darkness at the edge of my vision grew thicker and thicker, almost threatening to engulf everything.
With difficulty, he raised his head and looked at Mishima Yasuhiro, who was beside him, bleeding heavily and whose face was rapidly turning ashen, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.
Mishima Yasuharu's body began to convulse uncontrollably, and the chill of death quickly crept onto his face.
He stared intently at Takada Yuuki, his lips moving but only escaping with a faint, blood-tinged breath: "If you kill me, our Chairman Mishima will absolutely... absolutely not let you go."
His eyes were filled with extreme resentment.
He turned around and found that his two companions behind him had been shot and killed without him even noticing.
Two men in black emerged from inside. One of them, a silver-haired man, sneered, "Hennessy, I have done as you instructed."
The silver-haired man instructed Vodka to treat Takada Yuuki's wounds.
Then, after handing Takada Yuuki a cigarette, he walked straight ahead.
"Time is limited. Vodka and I have other tasks to complete. As for the rest, you'll have to handle it," the silver-haired man said, before disappearing quickly with the two of them.
"Hmph!" Yuuki Takada said coldly, puffing on his cigarette. "Luckily, I had the foresight to signal Gin to come and help, otherwise I might have been the one destroying this Shinkansen train."
Yuki Takada looked coldly at Yasuki Mishima and gave a cold laugh.
"Sorry, the reason I've never made a choice is because you're not worthy of making me make a choice."
He tilted his head slightly, looking into Mishima Yasuhiro's dying eyes, his gaze carrying a declarative calm, and roared:
"Of course, I'll give you a choice as well: die!"
Mishima Yasunari's pupils dilated suddenly, and his body convulsed violently.
She thought of struggling, but the light in her eyes was already fixed on the solidified resentment and horror.
The hand that had been covering the wound slipped limply to the ground, and the pool of blood beneath him rapidly expanded, signaling the end of a life.
Only Yuki Takada's heavy breathing remained in the carriage.
Just as he was thinking about how to escape from the dilapidated carriage, a faint yet incredibly clear sound rang out.
A faint ray of light pierced through the thick walls of the carriage and came from afar.
It's the sound of an alarm.
As it drew nearer, it became increasingly clear.
……
After a series of interrogations, it was revealed that today's Shinkansen bombing was a result of a power struggle between the Mishima family and other forces.
Fortunately, after Yuki Takada showed his identification, the police officer did not ask any further questions.
Soon after, the two were released. At the same time, the station made special compensation to everyone for the accident by arranging the next available train to take the remaining passengers bound for Kyoto City along with them.
"Hey, Takada, are you and Sato alright?" Megure's voice suddenly came through the phone, asking with concern, "I just heard from a friend that the Shinkansen train you were on had an accident today?"
"It's alright, Inspector Megure." Yuki Takada leaned against the Shinkansen window, the warmth of the burnt cigarette still lingering on his fingertips.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he pulled his bandaged arm back into his sleeve, replying, "There was a little disturbance in the carriage, but it's been resolved."
Miwako Sato sat in the seat next to her, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead with a wet wipe.
Hearing the call connect in front of her, she looked up and glared at him, snatched the phone and said into the receiver, "Inspector Megure, Senior Takada's arm has been cut."
"It's not serious. But the commotion caused by that group was quite significant. Apart from the middle carriage, there were quite a few victims. Fortunately, the people in the other carriages were not seriously injured, and there were no more casualties."
The scenery outside the window was flowing past at a steady pace, and then I looked at the city not far away.
Yuuki Takada snatched the phone back and coughed lightly into the microphone: "It's really nothing serious, we'll be in Kyoto soon."
"I was just looking forward to taking a vacation to relax, but I never expected to encounter something like this."
"You two..." Inspector Megure sighed on the other end of the phone, "Get some rest in Kyoto. Takada, please take care of Sato."
"By the way, Sato, those uncles and elders at the Metropolitan Police Department were talking to me this morning, saying they hadn't seen you. Remember to tell them next time."
Sato Miwako's cheeks flushed slightly, and she reached out and pinched Takada Yuki's arm: "Okay, Inspector Megure, bye."
After saying that, he shoved the phone back into Takada's hand and turned to look out the window, pretending to admire the scenery.