Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Chapter 229 Clearing the Iron Tower

It was late at night, and Shiba Park was filled with an oppressive silence, broken only by the occasional cold breeze and the rustling of leaves in the distance.

The surrounding darkness seemed to swallow up all sounds, and the footsteps of all the patrol officers in the park became sparse and slow.

There was an uneasy feeling in the air, making people feel almost suffocated.

The originally leisurely patrol team had already become restless. With the disappearance of several team members in succession, the last two armed men began to feel fear.

The two men stood back to back, their eyes looking around hurriedly, their fingertips rubbing the gun handles, their ears filled with the noise from the walkie-talkie, but they still could not receive any effective response.

"Captain...Captain, did you...did you hear anything?"

One of them had a trembling voice.

"Hush, be quiet!"

The other man murmured in response, a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

"This feeling... is it a professional killer?"

As the patrol members around them disappeared one by one quietly, anxiety began to spread in the hearts of the two men.

Their breathing became rapid, the fear in their minds caused them to hallucinate, the sound of their heartbeats gradually became heavier, and it seemed as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at them every second.

They looked around, but saw nothing.

There was nothing but the vaguely disappearing figure, which made the two remaining armed men almost crazy.

Gradually, they felt the air around them becoming thinner and thinner, and the tension was approaching its limit.

"Snapped--"

Suddenly, there was a slight movement in the nearby bushes, as if something was gently brushing against the grass.

The two of them froze instantly, with expressions of horror on their faces.

Then, a shadow in the bushes pounced over like a ghost.

Xiaolan and Curacao appeared in their sight almost at the same time.

Xiaolan quickly raised her hand to cover the mouth of one of the armed men, and swung her other hand like a gust of wind. The butterfly knife flashed a cold light in the moonlight and instantly cut the man's neck.

Blood spurted out like a fountain, smearing the darkness and splashing on the grass, making a subtle sound, but it was particularly harsh in the silent night.

At the same time, Curacao appeared silently behind the second armed man. She twisted her neck lightly, and with an almost inaudible sound of bone cracking, the man fell down softly, without any power to resist.

The two bodies fell silently, and everything in the grass returned to peace.

"Xiaolan, Curacao, the road to the tower has been cleared. You wait for us at the door, we will be there now!"

Vermouth's voice came from the headset, her tone was calm and confident, as if she was not affected by the situation just now at all.

"Yes."

Xiaolan responded and turned her head slightly to look at Shiba Park which had been cleaned. The emptiness of the park made her feel an indescribable chill.

She exchanged a glance with Curacao, and without hesitation, they both walked towards the small door leading to Tokyo Tower.

The moonlight shone on them, illuminating their skillful and steady movements.

Even in such a dangerous environment, they remained calm, as if this infiltration operation was a continuation of their countless trainings.

About five minutes later, Vermouth and Sonoko arrived as promised. They appeared from the shadows in the distance, approached quickly and silently, and the four of them reunited.

Sonoko smiled and patted Xiaolan's shoulder, with a joking glint in her eyes: "Haha! I saw it all, Xiaolan, you are so awesome!"

"You too, Yuanzi." Xiaolan smiled. She still held the two butterfly knives tightly in her hands, and the blades reflected the faint moonlight.

Vermouth threw an HK416 to Curacao, who took the gun, fiddled with it casually, and raised his eyebrows at Sonoko and Vermouth, who were also equipped with HK416.

He glanced at their equipment and asked doubtfully, "This thing makes quite a noise, doesn't it? Aren't you afraid of attracting backup?"

Vermouth smiled evilly and shook her head. Her tone was relaxed but with a hint of unquestionable firmness: "There is no point in stealth. We have killed all the guards around us. Not even a fart has arrived. The organization should not have more people to support us. Now, we have to face the enemies in Tokyo Tower. They must have been prepared. All we have to do is..."

She gently pulled the bolt, making a crisp sound.

"Fight in!"

Her voice was full of oppression, and the murderous intent in her words was shocking.

After hearing what Vermouth said, the other three people tacitly put aside their doubts and their faces became serious.

Xiaolan frowned slightly, but couldn't help but said, "There are only four of us. Is this really okay?"

Vermouth smiled softly and shook her head bitterly: "This is the only way. If possible, I would like to blow up this tower directly. Unfortunately, I don’t have enough explosives... Oh right!"

She changed the subject, took out two knives from her travel bag and handed them to Xiaolan.

Xiaolan took the knife and looked at it carefully.

These are two Gurkha knives, the blades are shining with cold light and are extremely sharp.

A moment of confusion flashed across her eyes, and then she took a deep breath, her expression becoming resolute: "In that case, let's go!"

Sonoko grinned as he pulled the bolt of his gun, looking somewhat relaxed: "Give the order! I'm tired of not having any communication!"

Vermouth said no more, smiled slightly, and whispered: "Then... let's go! Protect yourself."

She walked to the door swiftly, put up two door-breaking explosives, took out the remote control, and her eyes were full of determination.

"You must survive."

As she pressed the button decisively, the whole world seemed to stop.

Two minor explosions sounded, signaling everyone to start the war.

The door panel was blown away, and fragments flew everywhere. Curacao threw a flash bomb without hesitation. Then, a sharp explosion sounded, and a huge white light instantly filled the entire space.

"GO!"

Vermouth gave the order decisively, and the four of them quickly filed in without any delay.

The enemies stationed at the door obviously did not expect these four strangers to break through the defense line so quickly and accurately.

At this moment, they were all covered with their eyes and screaming due to the flash bomb, unable to make any counterattack.

Xiaolan was the first to rush out of the shadows. She leaped out like a ghost, the Gurkha knife in her hand flashing with cold light. Almost before the enemy could react, her blade had cut the neck of the first enemy. Blood splattered and the enemy fell to the ground silently.

At the same time, Curacao, Vermouth and Sonoko had also attacked silently.

The three men moved almost synchronously, firing at the remaining enemies. The gunshots were like a violent storm, and in just a few seconds, all the enemies had fallen to the ground.

No one uttered a scream, and the battle was over almost instantly.

The four of them remained extremely alert, no one let their guard down, and were ready to respond to new threats at any time.

Curacao looked around, scanned the area, and after confirming that there were no enemies around, he whispered, "Clean!"

She signaled with hand gestures, and the four of them moved quickly to the higher levels of the tower without hesitation.

Although the first battle after entering the door was so swift and smooth, the four still did not dare to relax at all.

They knew that enemies were still everywhere in Tokyo Tower, waiting for their attack. Every place could be a new trap, and every door could hide unknown dangers.

The four of them continued to climb, their coordination became more and more tacit, and the battle became more and more rhythmic.

In the secret passage of Tokyo Tower, they followed each other like shadows, shuttling between shadows and light, their breathing and heartbeats blending into one. It seemed that the whole world had nothing to do with them, only the enemy in front of them, and only the victory that was to come.

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The four of them stopped at the door leading to the top floor of Tokyo Tower. The air was heavy and filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Every breath seemed particularly heavy, and all four of them were panting, the fatigue of the battle leaving marks on their bodies.

Xiaolan's face was pale, her clothes were almost stained with blood, and her hands were still tightly holding two Gurkha knives. The handles of the knives were stained with blood, which was completely inconsistent with her originally beautiful image.

As the only one among the four who cannot use firearms, she must ensure a fatal blow in every close combat. Every swing of her sword is full of murderous intent, but it also brings greater physical exhaustion.

Compared with the other three, her steps were noticeably heavier. Despite her extraordinary physical strength, she was exhausted from the continuous fighting.

Although Vermouth, Curacao, and Sonoko were also short of breath, their condition was slightly better.

The power of firearms combined with their usual flexible tactics enable them to inflict fatal blows on the enemy at a long distance, reducing the frequency of head-on confrontations with the enemy.

Despite this, the long hours of running and high-intensity fighting still pushed their physical strength to the limit.

The three men lowered their heads and gasped almost at the same time, the muscles in their arms looking a little sore from repeatedly pulling the triggers.

The air at the door was a little stagnant, and the atmosphere was even more oppressive.

The four of them stopped here in silence, their eyes fixed on the heavy metal door. It seemed that every second of waiting made their tense nerves even more exhausted.

Vermouth lowered her head slightly, and fine beads of sweat had already appeared on her forehead, evaporating quickly with her breathing.

Her voice was a little hoarse, but still firm.

"Huh...Huh, passing through this door should be our ultimate goal. As long as we blow up this place, the mainland hotels will be able to communicate with each other."

There was no trace of retreat in her tone, only determination and calmness.

Although her elegant image was now covered by sweat and blood, the unyielding determination and charm on her face were even more moving than usual.

Silence enveloped the four of them. The only sounds in the entire space were their breathing and the occasional sound of the wind coming from outside.

“There is no way back.”

The four of them looked at each other and understood each other's thoughts without words.

Only one step left, which will be the watershed between victory and failure.

The enemies behind the door will be fighting for their lives, and they can only move forward and never retreat.

Xiaolan nodded vigorously, took a deep breath, and felt the numb power surge from deep within her. She gripped her Gurkha knife tightly, glanced at the lock on the door, and spoke in a cold and decisive tone.

"let's go!"