The Hellfire missile was about to hit the crowd jammed at the exit.
In the VIP seats, Ellen's expression hardened, and she reached behind her to grasp something.
An extra-long pruning shear, typically used for gardening, appeared out of thin air, its blades instantly covered in a layer of icy white frost.
She was ready to intercept the missile.
"Wait, Ellen!"
Rin reached out to stop her. If Ellen acted in such a public place, she could easily expose herself to the Black Organization's gaze.
There was someone more suitable to act at the scene.
Rin's gaze wasn't on the missile, but rather towards the stage, "Look there!"
On the stage, chaos had also erupted.
The dancers and band members were terrified by the sudden attack and were frantically retreating backstage with the staff.
Amidst the panicked crowd, only one capable-looking blonde woman, Astra Yao's manager, Evelyn, stood out as she ran against the flow of people from backstage towards the stage.
"Miss, please step back."
In a few quick steps, Evelyn moved forward, shielding Astra Yao behind her, her trench coat covering most of Astra Yao's figure.
Facing the incoming missile, she calmly raised her right hand and aimed it in the direction the missile was coming from.
In an instant, faint red threads seemed to appear in the air.
They flew out from Evelyn's wrist, wrapping around the incoming missile and forcibly interfering with its original flight path.
The missile, which was originally heading straight for the crowd, was deflected as if by an invisible hand.
Its trajectory shifted, almost grazing the edge of the crowd, and it plunged into an unoccupied open area within the venue.
Whoosh—
Boom!!!
The missile exploded violently, the deafening roar and sky-high flames causing the crowd to scream repeatedly.
But miraculously, no one died, only a few unlucky individuals were seriously injured due to the stampede.
"What?!"
Gin, on the helicopter, saw this incredible scene through the porthole, his eyes wide.
He couldn't understand why the missile, which had been aimed, had deviated from its target. Had Commissioner Smith taken too many kickbacks, and the missile was made in India?
Gin snorted coldly and, without hesitation, pressed the launch button again, "Then send two more! Today I want to see rivers of blood!"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two missiles launched in quick succession, flying towards the venue again with their fiery tails.
However, Evelyn below remained expressionless. She extended both hands, and more red threads flashed in the void, wrapping around the missiles and changing their trajectories again.
The two missiles, like wild horses pulled by reins, arced through the air again and crashed into empty spaces within the venue or on the surrounding concrete, exploding.
Aside from causing greater panic and damaging some facilities, they did not cause the anticipated heavy casualties.
Gin's face completely darkened.
He was speechless in the face of these missiles that performed Brownian motion, with unpredictable trajectories.
Damn those Indian profiteers!
Just then, new engine roars came from the sky.
The US forces stationed in Japan, called in by the FBI, had finally arrived!
Several Black Hawk and Apache helicopters appeared on the horizon, their cannons spitting fire, heading straight for the two helicopters controlled by Gin and his men.
"So they've finally arrived..."
A cold glint flashed in Gin's eyes, without the slightest panic. He had long anticipated this.
"Bourbon, Kir, it's up to you. Don't disappoint me."
As Gin's order came through the walkie-talkie, the Black Organization members, already ambushed on the rooftops of several surrounding tall buildings, sprang into action.
They shouldered Stinger man-portable air-defense systems, locking onto the US military helicopters.
Among these ambushers, the code-named members in charge of on-site command were Bourbon and Kir.
Kir, whose real name is Hidemi Hondo, is a CIA undercover agent who infiltrated the organization. She now uses the alias Rena Mizunashi, and her public identity is a Nichiuri TV announcer.
Today, when she received the mission assigned by Gin, he hinted both openly and subtly that there was an undercover agent in the organization, and that he already had a lead.
This made Kir extremely nervous, suspecting that Gin's current arrangement was a test for her.
Looking at the US military aircraft already within range, Kir struggled internally.
Logically, she shouldn't attack the US military, but for the sake of infiltrating the organization, her father and colleagues had already been exposed and sacrificed. She couldn't afford to be exposed as well.
Glancing at Bourbon beside her, Kir gritted her teeth.
'This Bourbon must be sent by Gin to monitor me. If I don't attack with all my might, he'll definitely report me later, and I'll be exposed!'
To avoid exposing her identity as a CIA undercover agent, Kir could only grit her teeth, raise her launcher, and aim at a Black Hawk helicopter.
But she deliberately aimed at non-fatal parts of the helicopter, such as the tail rotor or main rotor.
At the same time, she prayed in her heart that the US military pilot she aimed at would parachute out in time.
On the other side, Bourbon was also in a dilemma.
Feeling Kir's undisguised malice.
And recalling Gin's veiled threats before the mission.
He looked at Kir, equally furious.
'This Kir is attacking so enthusiastically, she must be a loyalist of the organization! Gin arranged for her to be with me, definitely to have her monitor me. If I perform worse than her, it will definitely arouse suspicion.'
With this thought, Bourbon also actively launched his attack.
Anyway, the trouble was caused by the FBI. Are the lives of US soldiers lives, but the lives of Japanese people are not?
He had long disliked these Americans[1], especially those scoundrels from the FBI[2]. He wouldn't feel any guilt about shooting them.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Bourbon raised his launcher and also hit the tail rotors of two US military aircraft in one go.
Giving the US military pilots a chance to parachute to safety was his last act of kindness.
Watching one US military aircraft after another fall, the surrounding ordinary peripheral members all became excited, looking at Kir and Bourbon with admiration.
"Another one hit! As expected of the organization's code-named members! Their skill is just high, unlike us useless people who can't even take down one in half a day!"
"Exactly, all the US military planes were shot down by Lord Bourbon and Lady Kir. Without them, our mission today would definitely not be completed."
"Hahaha! The US military is nothing more than this!"
"Look! Someone's parachuting!"
Those ordinary peripheral members, looking at the parachuting US military pilots, showed no regard for martial ethics, raising their rifles and continuously pulling the triggers.
The US military pilots who parachuted to safety according to emergency procedures were in for a rough time, slowly descending, they became live targets.
"Watch me hit a moving target!"
"Tsk, I almost hit it!"
"I'll bet a bottle of Gin that I'll take down the next one!"
The peripheral members showed off to each other.
Bourbon and Kir dared not speak to stop them, both with dark expressions, cursing each other in their hearts for their lack of martial ethics.
[1] Is this considered Chinese strong nationalism insert?
[2] maybe this is because Akai Shuichi killed his friend (in his eye)? who knows