Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Chapter 225 Battlefield

On the streets of Beika-cho, Tokyo.

It was clearly a weekday morning, but at this moment it was a disturbingly depressed scene.

The streets that were once bustling with traffic are now deserted. The cafes on the corners have long been closed, the shop windows reflect empty light, and the squares that should have been bustling are now deserted.

There was a heavy, oppressive silence in the air, as if the whole city was waiting with bated breath.

Occasionally, one or two figures would flash by in the remote alleys, their hurried steps filled with tension and alertness. These people were not ordinary citizens, but armed gang members.

Their eyes were cold and vigilant, as if unknown threats might be hidden in every corner of this city.

Gunshots and explosions were heard from the streets from time to time, an echo that made people tremble all over.

The sounds varied in distance, sometimes deafening, sometimes soft and fragmented, but each one was deeply engraved in the hearts of the people, reminding all the survivors that the city had fallen and even the soul of the city had been torn apart.

The once bustling Beika Town is now as quiet as a dead city.

The huge electronic screens on the street flashed blurry images, and from time to time some panic warning messages appeared. However, there were no viewers behind the screens at this moment, and no one cared about these messages anymore. Even the drone broadcasts stopped, replaced by dead silence.

Occasionally, you can see some ordinary citizens sticking their heads out of the windows of their buildings, their eyes full of helplessness and panic.

They looked around nervously, not daring to act rashly, for fear that they would be attacked by armed men if they were not careful.

Many people even locked their doors tightly and could only pray in the dark house that the storm would pass as soon as possible.

However, the scenes on the streets reminded them all the time that the severity of this storm was far beyond their imagination.

Those militants who are rioting are no longer just street thugs, but minions of a powerful force. Their goal is obviously not just to fight for a city, but to put the entire Tokyo under their control.

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Gin's eyes were fixed on the map of Tokyo hanging on the wall, his brows furrowed, as if he was engaged in a silent battle with the veins of the city.

His usually calm and composed face was now slightly distorted, with the corners of his mouth tense. Although he still maintained his usual coldness on the surface, his heart was already agitated and unable to calm down.

"damn it……"

Gin muttered to himself, with a barely perceptible irritation in his tone.

His eyes kept scanning the map, trying to find a breakthrough, but the situation before him was extremely chaotic, and the connections between several key points had long been shattered.

His fingers tapped the table unconsciously, but his eyes never left the map, as if it was the only thing he could rely on at the moment.

However, despite his constant deductions and calculations, he still could not find an ideal solution.

All the progress was disrupted by the sudden counterattack, and what made Gin most uneasy was the dangerous aura that surrounded him from beginning to end - the organization!

As a former core member of the organization, he knew how powerful the organization was, but he never imagined that the organization would be so powerful that it would dare to directly attack the central cities of many countries...even including all the five major ones.

This made Gin feel cold all over. Was the organization trying to start World War III? Was Japan going to be hit by two more big fireworks?

At this time, Vodka, who was sitting next to him, didn't seem to notice Gin's emotional fluctuations. He was still typing on the keyboard meticulously.

The green codes flickering on the screen showed that he was analyzing one piece of intelligence after another.

Vodka's movements were quick and precise, but the cold sweat on his face revealed his inner anxiety.

Every click of the keyboard seemed to be pushing the situation in a worse direction.

"Uncontrollable..."

Vodka finally spoke, his voice low and a little tired.

"We've lost contact elsewhere, but as far as Tokyo is concerned... we can be said to be in a state of war."

Gin seemed not to have heard half of it. He still held the cigarette in his mouth and looked at the map quietly. No one knew what he was thinking.

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Inside the Jingxin Café, the air was unusually heavy.

Azusa Enomoto leaned tightly in the arms of Huihara Megumi...or rather, Miyano Akemi who had regained her identity, her body trembling constantly.

Her hands tightly grasped Miyano Akemi's clothes, tears almost welling up in her eyes.

God have mercy on her. She is just an ordinary girl who is gentle and never involved in violence and chaos. She originally planned to spend an ordinary and peaceful day today.

She had just developed a new flavor of coffee and planned to sell it to her regular customers. This used to be her little happiness, but now, everything had become an unattainable dream.

The gunshots, explosions and hurried footsteps coming from outside made her feel as if the entire city had turned into a dead ruin. From time to time, a few shouts pierced the air, and the oppressive feeling made Enomoto Azusa almost unable to breathe.

She looked down at her fingers which had turned slightly white, bit her lower lip, and tried to calm herself down.

However, the fear in my heart surged like a tide.

She looked at Miyano Akemi, the girl who was always calm and composed and rarely showed any emotion, but the worry in her heart made her unable to help but cry out for help.

"Sister Mingmei...what's wrong?"

Azusa Enomoto's voice trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but let her tears fall.

Her eyes were filled with confusion and fear. She didn't understand why so many armed men appeared on the streets and why they suddenly turned this ordinary city into a battlefield.

She had always lived a stable life and had never been exposed to such darkness and violence.

Miyano Akemi looked at her, her expression calm and steady.

She gently touched Azusa Enomoto's hair. Although she couldn't completely hide the fatigue and anxiety on her face, she still tried to smile gently, trying to comfort the other person.

"It's okay, Zi. Just think of it as a nightmare. It will eventually end." She spoke softly, but her eyes revealed a determination that could not be ignored.

In fact, Miyano Akemi was not that scared in her heart.

Although several groups of armed men passed by outside, they did not stop here. The cafe looked inconspicuous and did not seem to arouse their interest.

She breathed a sigh of relief, at least now, they were safe.

Instead, she was thinking about something else...

"Amuro Toru...you're not here again..."

Her voice was low, almost gritted.

"He's lost all his salary for this year!"

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Just as the two were about to take a break, a sudden noise broke the brief peace.

"boom!"

The door was kicked open, and a violent crash sounded like thunder.

Azusa Enomoto shuddered with fear, and then couldn't help but scream, her voice full of fear and anxiety.

Her body jumped as if she had been electrocuted. She wanted to hide further away, but there was nowhere to hide.

Miyano Akemi quickly lowered her head and pressed Azusa's head tightly against her chest, trying to suppress her screams.

Her heart was beating extremely violently, but there was no panic on her face. Instead, she regained her composure in a very short time.

She patted Enomoto Azusa's head gently and whispered comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, stay calm and don't make any noise."

However, the current situation obviously did not allow her to remain calm.

Miyano Akemi's gaze calmly passed through the edge of the bar and looked at the uninvited "guest" at the door.

The man stood at the door, the light from outside fell on his golden hair, reflecting a cold luster.

At this moment, he was smiling, with his hands in his trouser pockets, as if he was a guest from afar, appearing extremely confident and calm.

Wearing a fashionable suit and dressed as glamorously as a star, his elegant posture seemed to be completely detached from the violent atmosphere of reality, making the whole scene full of incongruity.

His smile was gentle, even with a hint of teasing and lewdness, which made people feel an inexplicable chill.

Miyano Akemi suddenly felt uneasy in her heart. Her intuition told her that this person was definitely not a simple character.

The blond man smiled lightly, his eyes fixed on Miyano Akemi, as if observing a prey about to be caught.

"Wow! You're Miyano Akemi, right?" He said in an exaggerated and somewhat frivolous tone. "It's really hard to find you."

Miyano Akemi's eyes narrowed slightly, and she felt as if she was facing a great enemy. She asked coldly, "Who are you?"

The blond man didn't rush to answer, but bowed slightly and showed a teasing smile.

It was as if he was performing a show and he was the protagonist of the show.

"Let me introduce myself. You can call me Arak."

He spoke in a frivolous tone, as if a gentleman was talking to her.

"However, I'm afraid you don't recognize me, but the organization hasn't forgotten the existence of you sisters."

Hearing this, Miyano Akemi's heart sank suddenly, as if a heavy stone fell into her stomach.

Her pupils constricted instantly, and the smile on her face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a cold and serious look.

"organize……"

Her lips turned slightly pale, and she couldn't help but feel deeply alert and anxious.

She originally thought that after Gin betrayed the organization and Chen Shuo established the Continental Hotel, she and Shiho could live a leisurely life.

But at this moment, Arak's appearance was undoubtedly announcing the organization's return, as if a crazy storm was approaching them again.

Miyano Akemi took a deep breath and forced herself to remain calm. She looked directly at Arak and said in a cold tone, "What exactly do you want to do?"