nycdaug Chapter 325 Regional Head System
Chapter 325 Regional Head System
The engine chased the eye of the howling storm, heading north at such speed that it carved a bloody line through the endless rain.
Amidst the whistling wind, Asagi Shinobu gripped Izawa's belt tightly to resist the acceleration: "As planned! We'll rappel down into the outdoor swimming pool at the Cloud Mud Society headquarters!"
"Huh? What did you say!" Fanze Zhenren closed his eyes and squeezed between the two, not daring to look directly at the fleeting scenery.
"I'll say it!" Asagi cleared his throat and switched to the communication built into the motorcycle helmet: "In ten minutes, the motorcycle will drive up to the small cliff behind the Cloud Mud Club villa! It will invade the core area from above the villa!"
"The overall building structure is U-shaped. The building plan is in the helmet data, so check and memorize it beforehand! After infiltrating, I will use a small electromagnetic pulse bomb (EMP) to disable the electronic equipment in the villa. Guinness, you will support Butber in dealing with the high-ranking officials, and I will provide sniper support from the rooftop!"
Remember, once inside, we will be placed under complete silence; all electronic devices will be left on the cliff! Anything else you'd like to add?
Fan Ze covered his mouth with his shoulder, mentally reviewed the plan, and asked, "Should we be wary of the person in charge who took his place?"
"Gin said not to worry about it." Kuromon Haruya replied, a hint of excitement lurking in his voice, "That's what he said."
The soft whisper instantly twisted into a low, icy killing intent: "'The person in charge of a remote area is just a code name that was barely promoted, like a decorative spine used to fill a bookshelf. If he can't even protect himself in an attack, his content can't withstand the test, and death is a premature relief.' So you just need to protect your own safety."
"Gin's style as always." Fan Ze shuddered.
Asagi noticed another point: "What is his code name?"
Although the organization has only recently shifted its main focus back to Japan, it does not diminish the strategic importance of Japan as its headquarters. Just as Sugar Ritz whisky and Gin have alternated in taking over the position of head of the Tokyo headquarters, the organization has branches and corresponding heads in each prefecture.
The central cities (Tokyo and Osaka) are large in scale, with the highest standards in terms of systems, base facilities, and personnel. The major cities and prosperous areas that follow are generally divided into two medium-sized bases and three code names. The remaining ordinary cities and rural areas are much simpler, with a small base and a person in charge being a waste of resources.
Only codenamed members are qualified to serve as regional leaders, but not every codenamed member in every location is at the level of the Tokyo headquarters. This is best illustrated by the fact that, apart from headquarters, most codenamed members are nominated by lower-ranking instructors and other codenamed members, rather than being selected by that person.
"Hmm... let me think about it."
The mountain forest suddenly opened up before us, with a ditch three or four meters wide dividing the mountain gap, and beyond that was the uphill forest path leading to the cliff we were aiming for.
'One person is definitely fine, but three adults...' Kuromon Haruya released his left hand, lifted the motorcycle mask, and directly felt the wind resistance brought by the speed through his skin—the raindrops were of medium hardness, the wind pressure was strong, and the pain was a pulling rather than a cutting sensation.
"Currently, the wind speed in the woods is only level 8, and it's estimated to be level 9 on the plains. However, it could suddenly reach level 10 to 11 after entering the river valley area due to the funneling effect. It's a bit challenging, but the wind direction can provide assistance; you just need to adjust your center of gravity..."
Pulling off his mask and twisting the accelerator, Kuromon Haruya stood up from the driver's seat: "Hold on tight, don't let go!"
"Eh?!"
Woo————!
With another burst of full throttle, the motorcycle, almost skimming the ground, lifted its front hooves high, leaping across the recessed valley like lightning, and landing precisely on the only smooth stone surface on the rugged riverbank.
boom!
The front wheels cushioned the impact, leaving a tire mark several meters long, before landing safely and continuing its ascent towards the cliff.
"By the way, the person in charge's code name is Paper Plane."
......
The spinning disco ball was dazzling with color. A burly man, nearly two meters tall and the build of a sumo wrestler, lay on the waterbed, holding a microphone and passionately singing the Showa classic, "A Man's Vow," with his caterpillar-like eyebrows twitching.
"I don't ask to be born on the same day, month, and year, but I do ask to die on the same day, month, and year!"
"Unless you separate our tightly clasped hands~"
A man's vow is as firm as steel.
Several women dressed in light kimonos were dancing in the center of the room, waving paper fans. At the bar on the edge, a bartender was wiping glasses and glancing at the young man being pulled by the Black Cloud Gang leader to pour him a drink.
"Haha, you're pretty good, kid! Your recent reports for us are excellent, especially that photo 'A World Apart: The King of Tough Guys Like the Izumo Dog'..."
"Hi, hi!"
With each sentence he spoke, the young man bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle. The bartender counted this bow to double digits for just this one sentence:
"18, 19, 20..."
"Countdown 20 seconds, begin operation, final equipment check."
With his right hand gripping the descender at his waist and his other hand holding a classic AK-series rifle that he had recently acquired from Russia, Kuromon Haruya leaned one foot on the edge of the cliff, his upper body arching back like a leaf, assessing the altitude in the pitch-black, stormy night.
"Rapid descent safety device."
"confirm."
"EMP, gun suppressor installation, ballistic calibration, bullet loading."
"confirm."
"Emergency medical supplies, construction routes, and reconfirmation of tactical codenames during the mission. Maintain complete communication silence, make independent decisions, and annihilate all personnel if necessary."
"confirm."
“Very good.” Kuromon Haruya made one last look at the two. “No obstacles below, good situation, prepare to move. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, jump!”
The moment the countdown reached zero, the safety lock was released, and the figure, arms crossed over the chest, lay back, plummeting rapidly with the rope, like a leap of faith—
With a "splash," the pool water splashed for less than three seconds before Kuromon Haruya nimbly broke through the water, removed the EMP device, and lurked into the shadows swaying in the storm.
Fanze and Aso followed closely behind like batarangs falling into the water. Guinness went ashore, moved the device to the eaves of a nearby building, crouched down, and lifted it up the instant Vienna took a running start and leaped, helping him to step onto the wall.
Bright lights shone from the floor-to-ceiling windows of each room, and figures moved about intimately, but no one noticed that the hunter's fangs were already locked on his throat.
Water droplets dripped down his chin, and Kurokawa Haruya tilted his head back, fanning away the droplets hanging from his eyelashes. He walked to the milky white marble bust at the intersection of the corridor, reverently picked up the wet outer robe, and draped it over her smooth shoulders.
Behind the bust, the self-portrait that had been looping on the LCD TV suddenly flickered and went out, and the last frame of the surveillance footage froze in the black shadow reflected on the screen.