"Hey, hey! What are you doing on my motorcycle?" Marude panicked at the sight of Juuzou Suzuya starting the engine and hurried over.
"Just borrowing it..." Suzuya flashed an innocent smile and twisted the throttle all the way. With a roar, the motorcycle shot forward like a cannonball, heading straight for Aogiri Tree's first defensive line-the position currently laying down the heaviest fire.
Marude's face instantly twisted in anguish. He desperately reached out, but all he caught was the motorcycle's exhaust.
"Nooo-!"
Most ghoul investigators were ill-suited to this kind of gunfight. They were better at close-quarters combat, relying on experience and technique, because their bodies were fragile, and getting shot was still extremely dangerous.
Shinohara and the others, interspersed among the soldiers, were quietly waiting for the troops to break through the first defensive line when a familiar, extravagantly luxurious motorcycle suddenly flew overhead, heading straight for the mercenary ghouls stationed at the upstairs windows.
"Isn't that Marude's prized bike?" Shinohara froze for a moment. He initially thought Marude had personally joined the battle, but once he saw who was riding it, he was completely dumbfounded. It was his own partner, Third-Rank Ghoul Investigator Juuzou Suzuya.
"That Suzuya... Was he still holding a grudge...?"
Still...
Shinohara lowered his hand and tightened his grip on his case. Knowing Juuzou Suzuya's strength, he knew they would be storming the building any moment now.
Marude, thank you for your sacrifice.
Under everyone's astonished, expectant gazes, Third-Rank Ghoul Investigator Juuzou Suzuya drew the submachine gun and throwing knives at his waist, planted a foot on the motorcycle, and somersaulted into the crowd of mercenary ghouls.
"Oh, shit! Kill hi-ugh..." Before an Aogiri Tree mercenary ghoul could fire, a blade sliced deep across his throat.
Juuzou Suzuya moved with uncanny agility. Wielding his gun