Yandere? Menhera? Bring It On, If You're Confident That I'll love You For Who You Are - Chapter 13

The Downfall of a Loser Dog

“No! No!! Nooooo!! Help me, don’t kill meeeeee—!”

The waitress screamed as if she had seen a devil incarnate. Her cries were likely loud enough to reach every corner of the establishment.

It was only natural, considering she was taken hostage by a blackmailer, had a gun pointed at her, and was even abandoned by the man who came to help her.

“(Seriously, this situation makes it look like I’m the bad guy…)”

Well, it’s not like anyone could flatteringly call me a hero of justice.

It’s a cruel thing to say, but showing mercy to her now would be tantamount to letting all my previous efforts go to waste. To deceive the enemy, one must begin with their allies.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Pull the trigger already. If you dawdle, the cops will catch up, you know?”

I aimed my smartphone at the perpetrator and swiped the screen.

The menu should have displayed on the screen in that instant.

“Stop it! Do you not care what happens to her!?”

The criminal was clearly flustered, pressing the gun more forcefully.

Yet it was enough to plunge the waitress, the hostage, into terror.

“Please! Just now! Just for now, do what he says! I’ll do any service you want later, anything at all! So… please, spare my lifeeee!!”

Ignoring the blackmailer’s rage and the waitress’s plea for her life, I redirected the smartphone towards myself.

I moved to the call screen’s keypad and pretended to dial a number.

Then I brought the phone to my ear.

“Your life’s over, pal.”

“What!?”

I let a smile creep over my face, delivering what I thought would be the most effective line for the current situation.

If he’s cornered this much, there’s only one thing to do.

“Stop it… I said STOP IT!!!”

Having lost his composure, the criminal shifted his gun from the waitress and aimed it at me.

“(Now’s the time…)”

I crouched down and charged at the criminal.

In that moment—a sound akin to an explosion rang out.

There was no doubt it was a gunshot intended for me.

A wisp of smoke could be seen coming from the criminal’s gun.

If the shot was poor, it would likely send me straight to the afterlife.

It was a situation most people would never experience outside of a drama or movie—the bullet was fired at me.

“Uh… ahhhh…”

As the restaurant fell silent, a man groaned and collapsed.

It goes without saying who it was.

“Amateurs shouldn’t mess with guns they’re not trained to handle.”

“You… you bastard…”

The fallen criminal looked up at me while clutching his abdomen.

I turned around to see the bullet had penetrated right through the door behind me.

Ordinary people wouldn’t be able to dodge a bullet fired from a gun.

And I am, after all, an ordinary person.

So what should one do? The answer is simple. Don’t dodge, make them miss.

This operation began when I was informed by Amano Mio that this guy had stolen a gun from a policeman during his escape a week ago.

Needless to say, in Japan, only those who have undergone special training are permitted to carry a gun.

It would take even the most adept individual at least thirty minutes to learn how to handle a gun by themselves without any knowledge or instruction.

But that’s only if the aim is to hit the target.

If you know you’re going to be shot, you just have to move.

That’s all there is to it. There’s no need to fear a gun held by an amateur.

After being incessantly provoked and with his trump card—the hostage—rendered ineffective, and facing the terror of possibly being captured again, it was doubtful he had the mental fortitude to make a calm decision.

“Please… help me, save me…”

Whether he still had some consciousness left, the criminal weakly begged for his life while grasping at my right leg.

Of course, I didn’t even need to think about my response.

“Sorry about this. But hey, it turned out to be a good stress reliever, buddy.”

I couldn’t afford to play around any longer. To finish things quickly, I delivered several more kicks to the criminal.