Chianti felt as though every bone in her body had cracked. Fortunately, injuries like this meant nothing to her; a brief rest would not affect her combat ability.
"We won't be able to rescue Gin like this. We might all be in danger," Bourbon said.
Korn said nothing. Before long, a string of black-clad gunmen poured out onto the street and began attacking the police.
Casualties quickly appeared on both sides, but the black-clad gunmen fought without fear of death.
Meanwhile, inside the vehicle transporting Gin, the four officers guarding him held their guns with solemn expressions.
Gin kept his eyes closed and did not say a word.
Suddenly, one officer raised his pistol and fired three shots in rapid succession, killing the other three officers. He immediately removed Gin's handcuffs and handed the gun to him.
That officer was an undercover agent for the Black Organization. Though the Black Organization was full of moles, they also had undercover agents planted in other organizations.
Gin glanced at the officer, then took the gun, opened the police vehicle door, and stepped out. In an instant, he emptied an entire magazine.
With Gin's marksmanship, every shot was a headshot. He never missed.
When they saw Gin escape, they were utterly dumbfounded. Four officers armed with live ammunition had been watching Gin—how had he gotten out? (All right.)
Gin then went to the vehicle behind them and rescued Vodka as well. Vodka could still be useful here, so Gin saved him while he was at it.
At the very least, Vodka's large build could block bullets.
"Get in. Vodka, you drive," Gin said after climbing into a police car.
That was right. Gin had mainly rescued Vodka so Vodka could drive.
Vodka drove, smashing through the vehicles blocking the road ahead and speeding