Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Chapter 228 Sneaking into Tokyo Tower

As night falls, the streets of Tokyo are filled with prosperity and noise, but Shiba Park is immersed in an eerie silence.

The Tokyo Tower in the distance stands tall in the sky, like a sharp claw piercing the night sky.

The surrounding buildings gleamed with metallic luster under the lights, but this radio tower looked particularly majestic.

It is not only a symbol of Japan, but also the nerve center that controls the flow of information in the country.

Around the tower, armed men were on high alert.

Soldiers armed with live ammunition stood in a row, monitoring every movement.

The atmosphere of high alert seemed to freeze the air, and any unusual sign could trigger a violent reaction.

However, in a hidden corner of the park, four figures appeared silently.

They are agile and move lightly, like ghosts in the night.

It was Ran Maori, Sonoko Suzuki, Vermouth and Curacao who hurried back to Japan from Singapore.

Xiaolan played with the butterfly knife in her hand, and the blade turned back and forth between her fingers, making a faint sound.

She looked at Vermouth with a slightly puzzled look in her eyes: "Sister Chris, why did we come here specially?" She asked in a low voice while playing with the handle of the knife.

Vermouth did not answer directly, but gracefully smoothed her golden hair, her eyes dim, as if she could penetrate the fog of the night and capture the deepest dark tide.

"Don't you realize we can't contact anyone anymore?"

Her voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of helplessness.

"The organization has taken over Tokyo Tower and used the entire Tokyo frequency band for their internal communications. If we allow them to continue to control this place, not even the smallest signal will be able to be transmitted. We will never be able to contact our own people."

Suzuki Sonoko raised the monocular telescope and looked through the coldly flickering glass, carefully observing the Tokyo Tower in the distance and the surrounding armed deployments.

The corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously, and she smacked her lips. "They're so heavily guarded! It's a pipe dream to get close. What should we do?"

Vermouth smiled gently, and that smile was full of evil charm. She reached into the travel bag she carried with her and took out a square device from it. She looked up at the towering Tokyo Tower, and a cold look flashed in her eyes.

"Blow it up! Let the satellite signal in!"

"Eh!?"

Ran Mouri and Sonoko Suzuki exclaimed almost at the same time, with unconcealable shock in their voices.

Xiaolan subconsciously tightened the butterfly knife in her hand. The coldness of the handle was transmitted to her palm, almost making her unable to keep her balance.

"Is this a terrorist attack?"

Sonoko's voice was hesitant and uneasy.

Although she was very bold and fearless, she never thought of blowing up a landmark building.

Tokyo Tower, that symbol of Japanese culture and technological might, is actually going to be blown up by itself? Wait... why am I a little excited?

Xiaolan's eyes fell on the towering Tokyo Tower. She felt a little bit reluctant to accept this proposal. Her mind was in a mess: "Is this... is this really what we should do?"

Curacao stood nearby, his brows slightly raised, his gaze sharp as a knife, and his tone indifferent. "What else? Who do you think we are? Law-abiding citizens? Aren't we terrorists?"

"Xiaolan..."

Vermouth turned around, walked to Ran Mouri, raised her hand and gently touched her hair. The action seemed gentle, but carried a deep warmth.

"I know what you're thinking." Her voice was low. "But haven't you noticed? Tokyo is almost in ruins, and Japan's so-called Self-Defense Forces haven't shown up, not even an ordinary policeman. I guess..."

Vermouth paused, her gaze fixed on the Tokyo Tower in the distance, a symbol of power and order. Her eyes were cold, and there was a hint of sneer in her tone.

"There's something wrong with Japan's regime!"

Yuanzi was stunned for a moment, then a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes, and she seemed to quickly figure out the truth of the matter.

"What!?" Ran Mouri's face changed. She had never thought that Japan, a seemingly peaceful country, would experience such great turmoil in such a short period of time.

Her heart suddenly tightened, as if she had heard some shocking news: "Political...coup?!"

"Yes."

Vermouth looked at Ran Mouri, patted her shoulder, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

"Although we don't know exactly what happened, but...be prepared."

Her tone was calm, but the deep meaning behind it made people feel an indescribable sense of oppression.

Mao Lilan still found it difficult to digest this fact, her mind was blank: "Oh right! Where's my mom?"

Her tone suddenly became anxious, thinking of her mother, Eri Kisaki. She was just an ordinary person, what would she do in this situation?

Curacao stood by and glanced at her coldly, then comforted her, "Don't worry, Lawyer Fei has already gone on a business trip to China to attend a lawyer exchange meeting. It's very safe there."

Her tone was cold, but there was a hint of comfort in her words, as if to prevent Xiaolan from worrying too much.

Mao Lilan heaved a sigh of relief when she heard this, and her tense nerves relaxed a little. She gently squeezed the butterfly knife in her hand, feeling the cold metal.

Her mood gradually calmed down, but the anxiety and tension deep in her heart still lingered.

"Then let's hurry up and put an end to this inexplicable development!"

Xiaolan finally gritted her teeth, a flicker of determination in her eyes. She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, her eyes becoming incomparably firm.

Vermouth showed a hint of relief in her eyes and nodded: "Time is running out, let's get started."

Following Vermouth's whisper, the four of them quickly disappeared into the night and headed towards the huge and heavily guarded Tokyo Tower.

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Tokyo Tower stands tall in the night, like a huge red fortress standing in the center of the city.

The tower casts a long shadow under the distant lights, and Tokyo under the night sky seems to be divided into two halves by this iron tower.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the city, only the occasional passing car emits a low engine roar, making it seem unusually quiet. But under this seemingly calm night sky, an assassination is quietly taking place.

Several streets around Tokyo Tower have long been tightly blocked by armed personnel. They patrol their respective posts, holding automatic rifles and occasionally lowering their heads to adjust their headsets. The atmosphere around them is filled with tension and alertness.

In a narrow dark alley, Mao Lilan lurked quietly in the shadows, her eyes sharp, alertly observing the target who was about to pass by.

Her fingers gently stroked the two butterfly knives in her hands, the blades gleaming with a cold glow in the night. She was in no rush to strike, waiting for the right moment.

As the footsteps of several armed men approached, she leaped out of the darkness as silently as a shadow.

Her movements were so fast that people had almost no time to react.

She pinched the last patrolman's mouth with her left hand, and the blade in her right hand cut across his neck.

Blood spurted out and flowed onto the back of her hand, but her movements did not stop for a moment.

The man fell at her feet in an instant without making any sound.

Immediately afterwards, Mao Lilan's other butterfly knife had already stabbed into the throat of another armed man in front. The blade penetrated the flesh and killed him with one blow.

The fear in the target's eyes disappeared in an instant, followed by a heavy sound of falling to the ground.

The two bodies fell to the ground, their bodies falling weakly on the street with a faint "bang". Although it was slight, it was enough to alert other patrol officers in front.

At this moment, Curacao suddenly jumped down from the building above, lightly and quickly.

She made almost no sound, descending like a cat, pouncing on an unsuspecting target.

Her dagger pierced the armed man's heart so quickly that he barely had time to react.

Blood spurted from the wound, but Curacao ignored the death before her eyes and quickly turned around to prepare for her next target.

Before the remaining two armed men could react, two bullets exploded one after the other, and the targets fell down almost at the same time, with blood splattering everywhere.

The entire process was silent, and the air around them was reduced to a dead silence by this series of precise movements.

Mao Lilan and Curacao exchanged glances and quickly cleaned up the fallen bodies.

They carefully dragged the body deeper into the alley, cleverly hiding it in the darkness to avoid any possible discovery.

The whole process left no trace, as if these people had never existed.

After cleaning up, Mao Lilan walked to the entrance of the alley and looked at the high platform in the distance.

On the high platform, Vermouth and Sonoko stood steadily in the sniper position, with the barrels of their two AWMs slightly pointing into the distance.

Vermouth's face was hidden in the night, only her sharp eyes revealed her concentration at the moment.

Yuanzi calmly aimed at some targets in the distance, seemingly without any emotional fluctuations.

Mao Lilan gently gave them a thumbs up on the podium, indicating that the mission had been completed.

"It's safe ahead, you can continue to sneak in." Vermouth's voice was low, revealing a solemn aura.