"Bang!"
After a fleeting muzzle flash, the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air.
With a series of clear clinks, the brass casing bounced on the floor, and Kamen Rider crashed facedown to the ground.
Everyone in the living room, including the Yakuza, stared in stunned disbelief.
"Dad!" "Honey!"
After a moment of silence, the Tosu mother and daughter threw themselves onto Kamen Rider and began crying out.
"Brother Kubo hasn't lost his touch! That marksmanship is incredible. One shot, one kill!"
One of the Yakuza underlings looked at the Black Star Pistol in Brother Kubo's hand with astonishment and envy, unable to hold back his praise.
The other Yakuza nodded repeatedly.
Although kidnapping and murder were hardly uncommon in their daily dealings, they were not entitled to carry handguns. Only executive-level figures in the Matori Group had firearms.
Brother Kubo was not as excited as his underlings. After firing and confirming that Tosu Hideo had fallen, the first thing he did was crouch down to retrieve the casing.
In Japan, where firearms and ammunition were strictly controlled, firing a handgun was no small matter. Even the lax, slow-witted police at Shizuoka Prefecture headquarters would have to pull out all the stops to investigate.
Even though this Black Star Pistol was an illegal gun smuggled in from overseas, there was no guarantee that the police would not follow the trail of the casing right to his door.
"Brother Kubo, are you all right..."
An underling approached, but before he could finish asking, an impatient Brother Kubo kicked him in the lower abdomen, nearly making him vomit stomach acid.
"You useless bastards! You just stood there doing nothing! What have I been teaching you all this time?"
Brother Kubo cursed furiously:
"When Tosu grabbed me, you should have threatened him with