Chapter 13: Abduction (3)

The warehouse attached to the abandoned factory on the outskirts of Gehenna, I arrived at the hideout of the social misfits, the kidnappers, after ‘persuading’ the one who seemed to be the leader of the Sukeban gang.

They were a Sukeban gang, but a sizable one, so they had set up guards and sentries at their hideout.

However….

“Haaa…. Who the hell does the leader think is coming to this remote, abandoned factory…to this back alley’s back door…”

“Hey, but the leader brought in a good job, right~? Just bear with it~ Now we’re going to live large~”

As expected, even for Sukeban, they weren’t guarding very diligently, chatting amongst themselves, completely unaware of my presence as I stealthily approached, using cover and concealment.

I was worried about getting caught because of the size of my wings, but it seems it was an unnecessary worry.

After all, they’re standing next to the door on the side of the alley, staring at the wall in front of them.

Are they idiots?

Their weapons… the closer one has an M870 MCS shotgun, and the farther one has a basic FN P90 submachine gun.

It seems the boss has some brains, arranging their weapons for close-quarters combat in the narrow alley.

But that boss’s mistake was only considering the weapons and not the intelligence of the guards.

Neutralizing them with gunfire might bring reinforcements upon hearing the shots.

I threw the weapon case I’d been carrying into the air…and kicked it.

“H…huh? Hey, next to you!”

“Huh?”

-Crash-

The sturdy Millennium-made weapon case hit the head of the Sukeban holding the shotgun.

The helmet shattered upon impact with the corner, and the figure’s posture collapsed.

I grabbed the helmet and head, blocked the upper body with my other forearm, and pushed the submachine gun-wielding Sukeban behind him, knocking them both down at once.

-Thud!-

I slightly lifted the head and helmet of the two who had fallen together and slammed them down hard, knocking them out simultaneously.

The two halos, which were overlapping, simultaneously lost their light.

…Was that a bit too loud…?”

“Phew…”

It was smaller than a gunshot, but it was still a strong impact, enough to knock someone out, so there’s a chance they might have noticed something.

I retrieved the weapon case I threw earlier and looted 12-gauge shells from the pocket of the one who fell on top.

The one I brought is a slug shell.

12-gauge shells would also be quite useful in tight spaces and for door breaching, so I take them.

I tied my long hair back for easier movement and carefully pushed the door open.

-Screech-

The rusty door of the abandoned factory opened with a metallic scraping sound.

The interior consisted of a long corridor, and I saw a helmet gang member patrolling in the distance.

I quickly hid behind a pile of metal boxes stacked haphazardly nearby, took out the Benelli, and took a stance.

-Step, Step-

I crouch and wait.

The sound of his footsteps approaches.

When he got close enough… I kicked the item at the bottom of the stacked boxes, hitting his leg.

“Argh?”

His posture collapses.

I quickly rushed in, mounted him, grabbed the Benelli with both hands, and struck his head with the buttstock.

The helmet shattered, and blood splattered, but the halo still flickered.

Not enough.

I strike once, twice more.

“Guaah …”

The guy screams and passes out.

Yeah, I guess I’m not cut out for stealth.

“What was that!”

I hear voices and footsteps from the stairs far away.

I wanted to delay the time of detection as much as possible, but now that he’s screamed and others have heard it… I give up on stealth.

The Benelli is still loaded with slug shells, not the looted 12-gauge shells.

The distance is far, so I can respond.

I use my wings as a shield in front of me, covering my body, and start running with the Benelli extended forward.

The first one comes down, and I aim for his head and put a shot in.

Unlike usual, I was shooting while running, so my aim was slightly off and it hit him in the solar plexus.

I fire two more shots.

One hits his shoulder, the other his head, and he falls down, unconscious.

Following him, two, no, three people rush down and quickly take up positions and start shooting.

I can’t see the types of guns because of the distance, but I’m sure there are two rifles and one light machine gun.

I can advance while blocking, but I want to leave some leeway.

I quickly stop, aim, block the barrage with my wings, and aim precisely at the head of the one using the light machine gun at the very back… I fire.

This time, it hits the head accurately, knocking him out in one shot.

One of them stops firing and starts reloading, and the other one takes out a secondary weapon from his pocket and starts firing.

They probably failed to suppress me in the first attack, so they’re trying to maintain fire superiority by buying time to reload.

I have no intention of just standing there and watching.

I run again and fire the Benelli at the one who was reloading.

Based on my previous experience, I judged that my aim would shake, so I fired three shots from the beginning.

The three slug rounds sequentially hit the reloading guy’s hand, causing him to drop the magazine to the ground.

I hit his shoulder to break his posture and hit his chest with the decisive blow to knock him down.

He’s not unconscious, but it’s enough to neutralize him for a while.

“That b*tch…!”

The remaining one, having used up all the ammunition in his secondary weapon, hurriedly takes out the rifle he hadn’t reloaded yet and aims.

But the distance is already close enough, so I grab the barrel with my remaining left hand, push it upwards, thrust the barrel of the Benelli into his torso, knock him down, step on his solar plexus…

and fire the last remaining round in the Benelli into his head at point-blank range.

The halo loses its light and he passes out.

“Argh…cough…”

The guy who was neutralized while reloading is still lying on the ground, unable to recover his posture.

I want to save the slug rounds a bit, so I load all eight of the 12-gauge shells I looted earlier into the Benelli and fire one shot at point-blank range into the solar plexus of the guy lying down.

“…what’s going on…!”

“Unlock your smartphone and hand it over.”

“Don’t be…”

-Bang-

One more shot to the solar plexus.

It’s okay.

It’s not a direct hit to the head, so he won’t pass out from this, will he?

I fire one more shot as a threat.

The guy gags and can’t continue speaking properly.

I wait a bit.

“Ugh…”

“Have you ever heard of Dragon’s Breath? It’s used in shotguns, well, simply put, it’s an incendiary shotgun…how about it?

Wanna bet if the next round is Dragon’s Breath or a simple 12-gauge shell? Or will you just tell me everything you know?”

“…4th floor… You can cross over to the next factory building from the end of the 2nd-floor hallway of this warehouse building… The leader is on the 4th floor of the next factory…”

“Really? Good, I like friends who talk well.”

-Bang-

As I explained earlier, all eight rounds in the Benelli were 12-gauge buckshot shells.

It was a bluff that worked well, because no matter how tough his body was, he wouldn’t want to feel his body burning.

With the information obtained through that persuasion, I move to the 2nd floor.

“Open fire!”

“Aaargh…”

As soon as I turned the corner on the stairs, eight helmet gang members who were maintaining formation and holding firing positions focused their fire on me, forming a barrage.

I quickly hide behind the corner I just turned and use it as cover.

The gunshots and firepower I hear now are from three people…yeah, they’re planning to take turns shooting.

Then, in this narrow place, I have almost no means of escape.

I could endure it with my toughness and go, but my goal now is to reach Seia with as little consumption as possible, rescue her, and escape.

Then… it seems it’s time to take it out.

I open the weapon case.

I enter the dial combination one by one.

The gunshots become a bit quieter, and I hear the footsteps of two people approaching from behind.

I take out the multi-purpose machine gun, FN EVOLYS 7.62, which I specially ordered from Millennium, which hasn’t even been painted yet, only the modding has been completed and stored, from the weapon case.

-Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrt-

Ignoring the footsteps coming from behind, I tuck the Evolys under one arm and rush out.

The multi-purpose machine gun, the Evolys, spits fire.

It pours out lead bullets at a rate of 750 RPM.

Can the helmet gang members, who, unlike me, have no special protective gear and maintained a formation for crossfire without any cover, thinking to overwhelm me with firepower from the beginning, withstand it?

About 30 seconds of firepower projection, about 475 rounds of barrage, eight people’s postures collapse and they lose consciousness one by one.

“So it’s a full-frontal battle after all…”

The amount of ammunition is sufficient.

In addition, the Evolys does not need reloading if belt-fed transport is possible.

The Millennium-made weapon case was customized when ordering the Evolys to store a large amount of ammunition and be used as a magazine for the Evolys, so,

although I will be a little restrained considering the heat, there will be no interruption in firepower.

At that time, the smartphone in my pocket rings.

The number is…Senior Administrative Officer Ako…

The content of the call was great news for me, so I just don’t care about being discovered or anything and run wild.

I put the Benelli and Daedalus on my waist.

I lift the weapon case with my left hand.

I re-adjust the Evolys.

Now it’s time to pay back all the humiliation.

Well…are you ready for an unfair fight? Social misfit friends?

“Hey!! Intruder in the warehouse!! Emergency!!”

“What? There were guards!”

“I don’t know! The leader said to run there immediately!”

“Damn it.”

The front gate of the Guragura Helmet Gang’s hideout, the abandoned factory on the outskirts of Gehenna, was a fairly open space.

Therefore, they had installed various obstacles and deployed a significant number of guard personnel, and in the event of an emergency,

only the minimum number of personnel remained at the front gate guard, and the rest of the personnel moved to the location to resolve the situation.

The helmet gang, for what it’s worth, had a fairly systematic response plan.

However…that day, not a single person at the front reached the intruder in the warehouse.

Something stopped them.

Numbers weren’t important to her.

-Whoosh, Brrrrrrrrrrt-

The entrance collapses.

Numerous obstacles lose their form and collapse.

The stacked containers of the factory that can no longer function.

The personnel who remained for front gate security and were guarding the front from the beginning pass out in an instant.

“There’s nowhere to run…”

Sorasaki Hina, the strongest in Gehenna, simply came here to maintain order.

“But…that monster b*tch from before…and even the Prefect Team Leader…? I think it’s right for us to just abandon the organization and everything and run away… Leader…isn’t it over?”

“…Hey…tell the guys to all go to the front gate. You and I will go deal with that pigeon b*tch.”

“The target of the request?”

“She’s still asleep, right? She’s small, so put her in a travel carrier.”

If the Prefect Team Leader has come, there’s no hope left for this helmet gang.

But if you only think about the request fee from Kaiser, you can rebuild the organization any number of times.

Just take the request target and escape this factory.

The members? Usually, I would have stepped up, saying something about loyalty, but Sorasaki Hina, since she’s come, there’s no point in that.

Start over from the beginning with the most trusted subordinate, the closest friend, who has been with the organization from the beginning.

To do that, the back door of this factory, going through the warehouse, is the safest.

And in that warehouse…that pigeon b*tch is still there.

The pigeon b*tch is also a monster enough…but at least compared to the Prefect Team Leader…it might be a little manageable…

Realizing that that thought was wrong, that surrendering quietly and being imprisoned quietly was a slightly more beneficial choice for me, didn’t take long.