The Kowloon Group's entire force is comprised of people from martial arts backgrounds, who rose to power through bloody street battles.
Not to mention Uehara Ryūshin, who is a "black glove" who controls the group's most secretive and bloodiest power.
The first reaction upon seeing the grenade was not panic, but rather an instinctive lunge forward, the body arcing through the air as it precisely hid behind the thick mahogany desk.
One second later.
"boom--!!!"
A deafening explosion rang out in the study!
The explosive power of a grenade is amplified infinitely in a confined space.
The shockwave, like an invisible giant hammer, instantly shattered the French windows in the study, scattering glass shards mixed with wood chips everywhere.
The valuable oil paintings on the wall were torn apart, the bookshelves collapsed with a crash, and countless books and papers were swept up and torn to shreds in the shockwave, turning into a rain of paper.
The crystal chandelier on the ceiling swayed violently, eventually giving way and crashing to the ground with a loud bang, shattering into pieces.
The explosion came quickly and went quickly.
Amidst the pervasive smoke and acrid smell of gunpowder, Uehara Tatsumi slowly rose from behind his desk.
He dusted himself off, finding himself unharmed.
The harm caused by a grenade to the human body does not mainly come from the shock wave at the moment of the explosion, but from the steel balls and fragments pre-embedded inside the grenade that are ejected at extremely high speeds in all directions after the explosion, forming a deadly "rain of bullets".
Each tiny fragment is enough to tear muscle, sever arteries, or even shatter bones.
Uehara Ryūshin hid behind a thick, solid wood desk, which perfectly shielded him from all the deadly shrapnel.
However, the intense shockwave from the explosion still left his head buzzing and his ears temporarily deaf.
He shook his head violently, trying to dispel the roar in his ears, and then roared loudly towards the door with all his might.
"Attention everyone! Enemy attack!!!"
...
Outside the villa.
"Continue! Second round of firepower!"
That last round was just a trial throw of grenades, the first round of exploratory grenade throwing.
Even so, the first round of more than a dozen grenades had already blasted the first floor of the villa into a state of chaos and flames.
Goro Ishida issued the order again, his face expressionless.
The members of the True Dragon Society simultaneously removed their second grenades from their tactical vests and skillfully pulled out the fuses with their teeth or thumbs.
They did not throw the grenade immediately.
Instead, he calmly counted in his mind.
"One...two..."
When they counted to two, they suddenly swung their arms and threw the grenades at different windows and entrances of the villa.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
One after another, grenades streaked across the night sky, smashed into the windows of the villa, and detonated in mid-air before they even hit the ground!
This is precisely a "sudden explosion mine" with the detonation time precisely calculated!
To be honest, even Ryuzaki Makoto, who was standing behind, was a little frightened by this scene.
It takes time for a grenade to explode after the fuse is pulled, and Ryuzaki Makoto certainly understands this. They counted down the seconds in their minds, estimating the distance and flight time, and threw a deadly instant-explosive grenade.
However, this kind of operation, which calculates the explosion time down to the millisecond and dances with death, is still a bit frightening.
Ignoring the flames from the explosion, Goro Ishida calmly continued giving instructions through his headset.
"Smoke grenades, ready!"
The members of the True Dragon Society immediately pulled out cylindrical smoke grenades from their waists, pulled the pins, and threw them toward the open space in front of the villa.
"laugh--"
Smoke bombs landed on the ground, spewing out thick white smoke.
The smoke grenades were thrown in a highly layered manner, spreading out layer by layer from far to near, quickly forming a perfect visual barrier between the villa and the assault team, perfectly concealing the attack route to the villa.
Goro Ishida continued to issue instructions.
"Everyone, check your communication equipment, prepare for the assault!"
"Sizzle... sizzle..."
A few electrical buzzing sounds came through the headset as I tested the equipment.
"Group A communication is normal!"
"Group B communication is normal!"
"Group C communication is normal!"
Then, Goro Ishida gave the final order.
"The raid begins! Remember, annihilate all enemies, leave no survivors!"
This is also what Ryuzaki Makoto meant.
There is no need to capture Shangyuan Longchen alive.
In the original storyline, this person was defeated by the Amamiya brothers, slunk back to the Kowloon Group, and was then immediately silenced.
Kowloon Group has no lingering attachment to "black gloves" that have been used until they are dirty.
Therefore, even if we capture him, it won't make a difference.
"superior!"
At Ishida Goro's command, fifty members of the Shinryukai, like tigers descending a mountain, formed a tactical formation and began a rapid advance towards the smoke-filled villa.
The thick smoke had no effect on the members of the True Dragon Society; their infrared night vision goggles on their helmets allowed them to see everything around the villa clearly.
During the advance.
"Tap tap tap tap tap tap—!!!"
Suddenly, a burst of gunfire, like chainsaws tearing through the air, rang out from the roof of the villa!
Ryuzaki Shinichi's eyes narrowed upon hearing the voice.
That's the sound of a heavy machine gun!
This garden party is amazing! They even managed to get their hands on such a big thing.
Through the infrared night vision goggles of his helmet, Ryuzaki Makoto clearly saw a figure on the roof of the villa, holding an M60 general-purpose machine gun and indiscriminately firing at the smoke.
Ryuzaki Makoto's lips curled into a cold smile. With light steps, he moved through the smoke like a ghost.
With the skill of "zero-distance combat," his perception of danger is extremely acute.
The wide-area firepower of a heavy machine gun is devastating to an ordinary person, but it cannot lock onto his body at all.
Ryuzaki Makoto blended into the smoke and, in less than half a minute, had silently made his way to the outer wall of the villa.
He crouched slightly and took a short run-up, then slammed his right foot against the wall. Using the momentum, he nimbly climbed onto the second-floor balcony like a monkey, and then flipped over to reach the rooftop.
On the rooftop, a member of the Shangyuan Society dressed in white was still intently operating an M60 machine gun, continuously pouring fire downwards. The muzzle flashes were extremely dazzling in the darkness.
He was completely unaware that death had silently approached him from behind.
Ryuzaki appeared behind him like a ghost. Without the slightest hesitation, his hands shot out like lightning. One hand pressed down on the top of his head, while the other gripped his chin and exerted force!
"Snap!"
A sickening sound of bones cracking rang out.
The machine gunner's head was twisted 360 degrees by Ryuzaki Makoto, his neck contorted at an eerie angle.
His body twitched twice, then he collapsed limply, dying without ever knowing how he died.
Ryuzaki released his grip, walked to the edge of the rooftop, and spoke calmly into the headset below.
"The firing point has been destroyed; let's finish this quickly."
He heard the footsteps of the True Dragon Society members below, who began to advance again.
Ryuzaki thought for a moment, then used one hand to remove the heavy M60 machine gun from the tripod, carried it on his shoulder, and turned to go downstairs.
...
The second floor of the villa.
Uehara Ryūshin, accompanied by a dozen or so armed henchmen, stood with their backs against the wall, guns pointed nervously at the villa's entrance, their faces grave.
How could he not know? It must be that brat Ryuzaki Mako who's here!
What shocked him was the fighting prowess of the True Dragon Society.
This doesn't resemble a ragtag mob of gangsters at all; it's more like a well-trained special forces unit!
Just then.
A playful, flippant voice came from the staircase leading to the rooftop.
"Oh, the audience is all here. Were you... waiting for me?"