Outlaw in Conan's World, Tokisaki Kurumi

When the items displayed in the cabinets came into view, Kurumi's lips curled slightly.

As a firearms enthusiast, both formerly and now, Kurumi had secretly collected quite a few guns over the past few years. More importantly, these were not weakened civilian versions, but genuine military weapons.

In the several cabinets in this room, Kurumi had neatly sorted them according to firearm type.

In fact, there was more than just firearms. Everything from military gear onward was fully stocked.

Considering that the upcoming operation required stealth and speed, Kurumi chose a submachine gun that could be concealed beneath her clothes.

For example... the P90 Kurumi took out.

As a submachine gun with fifty rounds of 5.7mm ammunition, the P90's performance and combat capabilities could be considered excellent even in this era. It was easy to carry and had plenty of ammunition. More importantly, Kurumi thought it looked really good and felt great in her hands.

Placing the P90 on the table, Kurumi took out an ammo box and several magazines and began loading them.

To conceal her identity, Kurumi had also prepared a pair of thick combat boots and a loose-fitting outfit.

Along with a chest binder.

After spending some time preparing, Kurumi placed the submachine gun and four loaded magazines into a black suitcase.

It was nearing evening.

Perhaps Inspector Megure, far away on Moon Shadow Island, felt that the matter was serious enough to warrant special measures. Near dinnertime, Kurumi received word from her informant that the Metropolitan Police Department planned to transport Kuroiwa and Nishimoto directly to prison, lest complications arise overnight.

Carrying her suitcase, Kurumi switched between several different means of transportation before arriving at the meeting place agreed upon with the field operatives.

Only one car was parked in the deserted alley.

"Very good." Looking at the utterly ordinary white car in the alley, Kurumi revealed a teasing smile.

Kurumi was quite satisfied with the operational ability of the organization's lower-ranking personnel.

Moreover, this car had been stolen not long ago. Even if the police investigated it, they would not be able to trace it back to the organization.

Opening the door, Kurumi tossed the suitcase onto the passenger seat.

At this point, less than half an hour remained before the vehicle mentioned by her informant was due to depart.

Inside the car, she changed into casual clothes, using a mask to conceal her appearance. Even her long black hair had been tied up behind her head.

Viewed from outside the car, Kurumi now looked like an entirely ordinary woman.

Then... let's show them what a real outlaw is!

Stepping on the accelerator, Kurumi drove toward the Metropolitan Police Department.

At the Metropolitan Police Department, a van was parked outside the entrance.

"Alright, you two, get in already!"

A police officer in uniform opened the door and ordered Kuroiwa and Nishimoto, who were being guarded by his colleague, to get inside.

Looking down at the handcuffs around his wrists, the village chief, who had once enjoyed a life of luxury, no longer wore his former smug expression.

Beside him, silent Nishimoto showed no reaction to the police's stern and forceful attitude. He simply got into the vehicle obediently.

"Alright, Kimura, be careful on the road!" After closing the door, the officer dropped his previous serious expression and casually reminded the colleague in charge of driving.

"Got it!" Kimura answered easily from the driver's seat, and the van slowly pulled away.

"But why aren't we using a police car this time?" Kimura asked the colleague seated in the passenger seat.

"No idea."

"Who knows? Maybe the inspector didn't want to make a big show of it." The officer with a revolver at his waist took out his sidearm and began checking it, keeping watch over the suspects in the seats before him to prevent them from trying anything.

These three were responsible for the escort.

At this moment, no one in the van knew that behind them, Kurumi, now in disguise, was following in another car.

Outlaw

The vehicle departing from the Metropolitan Police Department was headed for a prison outside the city, a journey of roughly thirty minutes.

Silently following behind the unsuspecting van, Kurumi watched as the dense urban high-rises around them gradually gave way to scattered residential houses. She knew it was time to make her move.

Summoning King Crimson into the passenger seat, she opened the suitcase and chambered the submachine gun. About a hundred meters behind the target vehicle, Kurumi checked the surroundings. Once she confirmed that there were fewer and fewer vehicles nearby, she slammed her foot down on the accelerator and charged forward.

With one hand on the steering wheel and her foot on the gas, the distance between the two cars rapidly shrank. At the same time, Kurumi noticed that the other side seemed to have realized they were being followed and suddenly began accelerating as well.

But a van was still a van.

With Kurumi flooring the accelerator and racing ahead, her car soon pressed tightly against the van's rear.

In the passenger seat, King Crimson gripped the submachine gun and smashed the window with its left fist. As it pulled the trigger on the weapon with the safety already off, brass-colored bullets burst from the barrel and blew out both rear tires of the van.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on?!" Kimura, suddenly attacked, gripped the steering wheel with both hands and desperately tried to control the vehicle after two of its tires had been destroyed.

Inside the van, the other two officers hurriedly drew their sidearms. Although they had guessed someone was following them and had called for backup—

They had never expected the pursuing car to suddenly produce a submachine gun and open fire on them.

Looking at the small revolvers in their hands, and recalling the sound of automatic gunfire just moments ago, the three officers suddenly felt a little hopeless.

When the gunfire rang out and the van shook violently, Nishimoto, as one of the prisoners, suddenly covered his head with both hands, curled into a ball, and wailed, "A curse! This is a curse!"

Kuroiwa glanced at Nishimoto, who seemed to have given up hope and was crying out, but he was unwilling to die here.

"Officer! Shoot at them! Do you want us all to die here?!" Kuroiwa shouted at the officer holding his gun and looking back.

"Shut up, you bastard!" The officer seated behind them viciously kicked the back of Kuroiwa's seat and snarled, "Just who the hell did you two offend?" With that, he turned around and began firing at the vehicle behind them.

Inside her car, Kurumi could not even be bothered to dodge the bullets flying at her.

The reason was simple.

Firing at a moving target from within a constantly swaying vehicle was already difficult for ordinary police officers, and Kurumi had Epitaph and King Crimson. Even if a bullet did hit her, she could use their ability to erase her own time and let the bullet pass right through her.

In other words!

From the very beginning, Kurumi had already placed herself in an unbeatable position!

When the van overturned and came to rest by the roadside, Kurumi parked her car beside the now-wrecked vehicle.

After having King Crimson inspect it, Kurumi confirmed that the two officers in the front seats had fallen unconscious.

Because of their seatbelts, the two were still strapped into their seats. Apart from having struck their heads and bled a little, they had not suffered serious injuries, so Kurumi ignored them.

She was here for revenge. She did not want to hurt innocent people.

Using King Crimson's immense strength, she directly tore open the deformed door. Looking at the scene inside, Kurumi revealed a cruel smile.

Was it coincidence? Or fate?

Kuroiwa and Nishimoto had not passed out from the crash. On the contrary, when King Crimson tore open the door, the two of them were still trying to unfasten their seatbelts.

"This should be our first meeting, right?"

Taking the submachine gun, Kurumi pointed its muzzle at the two terrified scum.

"Don't! Don't kill me! I can give you money!" Kuroiwa, seated closer to the outside, completely panicked and tried to use money to buy his life.

"Is that so?" Kurumi teased. "But... money from a piece of scum who made his fortune selling White Powder is meaningless to me, no matter how much there is."

Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger. Amid fierce, continuous gunfire and the bullets spraying forth, the two men's bodies became bloody sieves in an instant.

Honestly, Kurumi found it a little regrettable.

Under normal circumstances, she would definitely have toyed with her prey properly and let them experience what true despair felt like.

But now~

Knowing she had definitely made major news, Kurumi only knew that if she did not leave quickly, a massive police force would likely be waiting for her.

In a Tokyo suburb, Kurumi threw the submachine gun and suitcase into the car, then tossed in an incendiary bomb.

As the car burned fiercely, Kurumi walked away in high spirits while taking out her phone and dialing Narumi's number.

"Hello? Sister Narumi?" Kurumi sounded very happy.

"Kurumi? How did it go on your end?" Lying alone on the bed, Aso Narumi had suddenly felt rather lonely ever since Kurumi left.

She had not even had much appetite during meals.

Her heart felt empty, as though something were missing.

So when Kurumi suddenly called, Aso Narumi's face immediately broke into a smile.

"It's done! Those two are dead." Kurumi thought for a moment. "You'll probably hear the news from Inspector Megure soon enough." Kurumi sounded rather gleeful at their misfortune.

"You actually did it?" Aso Narumi was especially surprised upon hearing Kurumi's news. "But weren't they taken away by the Metropolitan Police Department? How did you manage that, Kurumi?"

Aso Narumi was confused. Had Kurumi charged directly into the Metropolitan Police Department and killed them?

Wouldn't that have been far too bold?

"Well~" Kurumi said with a giggle. "I just intercepted their car halfway there."

After recounting exactly what she had done, Kurumi eagerly awaited Narumi's reaction.

"..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while. Kurumi felt that Narumi was processing what she had just heard.

After a long time, Kurumi only heard Aso Narumi say two words: "Holy shit..."

She could not be blamed for swearing. What Kurumi had done was completely lawless.

No! It was downright insane!

Intercepting a police vehicle and spraying it with gunfire—was that something an ordinary criminal organization could do?

Aso Narumi could not quite understand it.

This was Japan! Not Mexico.

When had the police ever suffered such humiliation?

A Brief Explanation

Regarding the protagonist, according to my original plan, Kurumi absolutely had to possess Zadkiel.

However, because of my own ideas, the reason the protagonist could only temporarily possess Stands was that Zadkiel was incomplete and sealed.

Since Zadkiel could control time, I wanted to build it up step by step in the design.

For example, Diavolo's King Crimson could erase time.

Kira Yoshikage's Killer Queen could reverse time.

The priest's Made in Heaven could accelerate time.

The president's D4C could pull people from parallel worlds.

Illuso's Man in the Mirror could pull people into the mirror world.

Hol Horse's Emperor could freely control bullet trajectories and never needed reloading.

And so on...

These Stands with different abilities would merge into Kurumi's Zadkiel, and it would become even stronger.

That was my setting.

But seeing people constantly bring up Kurumi not having Zadkiel in the comments, while the bookmarks kept dropping—

At this point, just to explain it, this was basically half a spoiler already.

Alright, that's it.

That's all.

Shocking News and Sherry's Arrival

Kurumi's brazen actions naturally caused a huge uproar within the Metropolitan Police Department.