Deciding that it was pointless to g

Deciding that it was pointless to guess where Mah was hiding, he went over the reports Kirishima left on his desk. He heard the door to his office opened slowly and didn't bother looking up, expecting Kirishima. Surprised that Kirishima did not knock or greet him upon entering, he looked up – and found himself staring at a gun pointed directly at him.

"Surprise!" Mah Wing Shing greeted, his lips parted broadly, exposing a hole in his upper canine where the golden tooth once stood.

Akihito stirred slowly, opening his eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. Head lighter and clearer, he sat up slowly, resting his back on the bed frame as he looked around. He was in a room of some sort, tastefully furnished, equipped with a bathroom and a working desk. The room was bare except for the few pieces of furniture and an expensive looking painting that hung on the wall.

Damn it, Akihito cursed when he noticed his muscles and joints still ached.

He thought of Emi and briefly wondered what happened to her after her attack. And where is Toru? Akihito scanned around as he slipped on his sweater.

Gingerly, he stepped on the floor, paying extra attention to his knees since they hurt a lot more than he could imagine. He padded to the lap top on the desk and shook the mouse. The machine hummed to life from its sleep mode, showing Akihito a clear CCTV footage of Asami's office.

There was also a note on the desk, addressed to him. Picking it up, he recognized Asami's bold handwriting on the piece of paper.

Akihito, the room is connected to my office. If you're awake, join me.

Smug bastard, Akihito grinned a little. I should have known better. Where else could he be without his guards than in Asami's office. He was about to walk to the sliding door when he saw something on the screen that nearly made his heart stop.

There was someone else in Asami's office and he was pointing his gun at his lover.

"How did you get in?" Asami asked even though he could already guess since Mah was wearing the janitor's clothes.

Still pointing the gun at Asami, Mah laughed, "Never thought I'd come here, eh?" The former boss of Tung Shing took a few steps nearer.

Asami knew he had to buy some time. His gun was locked in his drawer and there wasn't enough time to retrieve it. With Akihito inside the room defenseless, he had to distract him; at least until he could find the opportune moment to knock Mah down.

"You should really find a janitor of your own size, Mah. That size hardly fits you," Asami smirked.

Instead of getting mad, Mah continued smiling. "I am not going to fall into your trap again, Asami. Patience—, " Mah drawled as he circled around the room, forcing Asami to do the same. They both stopped when Mah had his back of the bookcase and Asami had his near the glass windows, " – is the key when killing a bastard like you."

Asami did not waver despite having a gun pointed at him. If he showed signs that he was fazed by it, the Chinese would have an upper edge against him. "What about your son, Mah? Did you enjoy watching his execution?"

At the mention of his son, Mah flew in rage. "You son of a bitch, you dare to mention about my son?" the hand that held the gun shook a little. "There were six shots in his body, SIX!" Mah roared angrily.

The Chinese steadied his hands, gripping the gun tightly. "I'll enjoy putting holes in your body. You'll pay Asami," he smiled and fired.

A few minutes earlier

Akihito kept his eyes glued on the screen. He recognized the man as the same person Ishida caught in his viewfinder. He thought the man was dead since Asami had his gun near Chinese's face when he saw the photo on Ishida's camera.

Now it's not the time to be thinking unnecessary things, Akihito! He scolded himself. God, what should he do? He couldn't just barge out with his bare hands; that would have gotten all of them killed.

My phone! Akihito cursed his stupidity and reached for his bag. His hopes were short lived when he realized his bag was not with him. He nearly gave up until he remembered something important.

If this is Asami's hidden room, he should have kept a gun somewhere. With that thought, the photographer kept his hopes alive. He pulled the desk drawers open, surprised to find that they were empty. He went to the bed, patted the pillows and slid his hand underneath the mattress, hoping to feel for a bulge but there wasn't any. Almost giving up, Akihito yanked the drawer of the bedside table open and there it was – a semi-automatic pistol laying neatly in it.

Holding a gun and using it is another story. The weight of the gun felt heavy in his hands as if he was holding a heavy rock. He didn't have a clue how to hold it properly, let alone fire it since his experience is limited to a single use when he lost it after seeing Yuri shot Kirishima on Fei Long's ship.

But can I do it?

As Akihito dwelled with his insecurities and fear, the first shot from outside went off and ignoring his racing heartbeat, he raced to the door.

Asami considered himself lucky to have anticipated that shot. He managed to dodge the bullet aimed at his chest but he was no match to the speed of a bullet. It went straight into his left arm and nestled securely between his muscles. He felt his arm burnt as blood began to ooze out from the wound.

The yakuza showed no emotion; he didn't groan from the pain although his right hand went automatically to the wound on his left, applying pressure on it to stop the bleeding.

Mah threw his head back, laughing almost insanely.

"What's the matter? That one bullet shouldn't be a problem for the great Asami Ryuichi –"Mah chided before raising his hand towards Asami again, " – That's the first bullet. Five more to go."

"Drop your gun before I blow your brains out" a voice behind Mah growled.

The Chinese's eyes widened a little, surprised by the presence of another man in the room. His eyes flickered sideways, trying to catch a glimpse of the person behind him.

"Where did your guard come from?" Mah growled at a smirking Asami. Slowly, he crouched down in pretense of putting his gun on the ground but feinted immediately, giving an elbow jab behind.

As Akihito fell onto the ground groaning, Asami ran to Mah, and punched him in the stomach. He doubled over, dropping the gun in the process. Ignoring the pain on his arm, Asami grabbed Mah head and elbowed his neck to the ground.

"Akihito, get the gun," Asami ordered his lover.

The photographer nodded. Hands still clutching his stomach, he secured his own gun, kicking Mah's away in the process. Akihito passed the gun to Asami's hands, which the yakuza immediately pointed it at Mah's head.

"Let me teach you the consequences of cheating me all over again," Asami snarled.

Akihito turned his back; he didn't think he could stomach seeing a man being killed in front of him. Closing his eyes, he waited for the moment to come.

The sound of the door crashing open had his eyes widened again. An unidentified man barged into the room, whipped out his gun and pointed it towards Asami's direction.

Akihito didn't think; his body reacted on its own. He moved in front of Asami, arms and legs eagle spread. "No!" he shouted.

"Takaba sama!" Toru called the minute he came into the room. He went to Akihito, dragging him to the side.

"Asami sama!" Kirishima and Suoh shouted simultaneously, pulling out their own guns.

Asami released Mah and walked towards his men. He pulled Akihito into his embrace with his good arm, inhaling the sweet scent of his apricot shampoo. "You're – you're hurt," said an almost teary Akihito.

"Your boy toy Asami?" Mah laughed as he stood up. He then diverted his attention to the man in suit and smiled, "Hello, Inspector Mori."

Akihito pushed Asami away to look at the dark haired man. He looked mid-thirties, medium built with a square-ish sort of face. Inspector? What's an Inspector doing here? It was all Akihito could think before his knees gave way, slumping on Asami's chest.

"Toru, bring Akihito out," Asami ordered, ignoring Mah's remarks.

Akihito swayed a little as he held onto Toru's arms. Adrenaline gone, his body started to ache again, weakening him. He didn't realize that he was shivering and when a vicious cramp hit his left thigh, he moaned, folding double with agony as he attempted to massage his thigh. The photographer didn't protest when Toru and Ando assisted him out of the room.

"Too bad, Asami. This is the second time you failed to kill me," Mah smiled, raising his hands to surrender. "Looks like Inspector Mori came right on time."

The smile on Mah's face was wiped off when Asami returned his smile by smirking. He raised his gun, pointing it at the Chinese.

"You – you'll go to jail if you pull the trigger," Mah stuttered.

"That's right," Mori stepped forward, placing a hand on Asami's good arm.

A smile graced Mah's lips before it was wiped off again when he saw Mori passed his police issued gun to Asami.

"Asami sama, use mine. It's easier to tell the Chinese officials that he had been killed while exchanging gunshots with the police."

"You – you…" Mah stuttered, looking at Mori, then Asami and back at Mori again.

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Quyết định rằng nó là vô nghĩa để đoán nơi Mah ẩn, ông đã đi qua các báo cáo Kirishima trái trên bàn làm việc của mình. Ông ta nghe tiếng cửa đến văn phòng của mình mở chậm và không bận tâm nhìn lên, mong Kirishima. Ngạc nhiên rằng Kirishima đã không đập hoặc chào đón anh ta khi vào, ông nhìn lên- và thấy mình nhìn chằm chằm một khẩu súng chĩa trực tiếp vào anh ta vào."Bất ngờ!" Mah cánh Shing chào đón, đôi môi của mình chia tay rộng rãi, lộ một lỗ trong răng nanh trên của mình nơi răng vàng một đứng.Akihito từ từ, khuấy mở mắt không quen thuộc môi trường xung quanh. Đầu nhẹ hơn và rõ ràng hơn, ông ngồi lên từ từ, nghỉ ngơi lưng trên khung giường khi ông nhìn xung quanh. Ông là trong một căn phòng của một số loại, thiết kế trang nhã được trang bị, được trang bị với một phòng tắm và một bàn làm việc. Phòng được Trần ngoại trừ vài miếng của đồ nội thất và một tìm kiếm đắt tiền Sơn mà treo trên tường.Damn nó, Akihito nguyền rủa khi ông nhận thấy cơ bắp và khớp của ông vẫn ached.Ông nghĩ của Emi và một thời gian ngắn tự hỏi những gì đã xảy ra với cô ấy sau đợt tấn công của cô. Và Toru ở đâu? Akihito quét xung quanh như ông trượt trên áo len của mình.Gingerly, ông bước vào sàn nhà, phải trả thêm sự chú ý đến đầu gối của mình kể từ khi họ làm tổn thương nhiều hơn ông có thể tưởng tượng. Ông độn để vòng đầu trên bàn làm việc và bắt chuột. Máy hummed với cuộc sống từ chế độ ngủ của nó, Đang hiển thị Akihito một cảnh CCTV rõ ràng của văn phòng của Asami.Cũng là một lưu ý trên bàn, gửi cho anh ta. Chọn nó lên, ông công nhận dạng chữ viết tay đậm của Asami trên mảnh giấy.Akihito, Phòng được kết nối với văn phòng của tôi. Nếu bạn đang tỉnh táo, tham gia tôi.Smug bastard, Akihito grinned một chút. Tôi nên biết tốt hơn. Trường hợp khác, ông có thể mà không có vệ sĩ của mình hơn trong văn phòng của Asami. Ông đã là về để đi bộ đến cửa khi nhìn thấy một cái gì đó trên màn hình đó gần như làm cho trái tim của mình ngừng.Đã có ai trong văn phòng của Asami và ông chĩa súng vào người yêu của mình."Làm thế nào đã làm bạn nhận được trong?" Asami hỏi ngay cả khi ông đã có thể đoán vì Mah mặc quần áo của lao.Vẫn còn chĩa súng vào Asami, Mah cười, "Không bao giờ nghĩ rằng tôi sẽ đến đây, eh?" Ông chủ cũ của Tung Shing đã một vài bước gần.Asami biết ông đã mua một số thời gian. Súng của ông đã bị khóa trong ngăn kéo của mình và đã có không đủ thời gian để lấy nó. Akihito bên trong phòng tự vệ, ông phải đánh lạc hướng ông; ít cho đến khi ông có thể tìm thấy này thích nghi để đập Mah xuống."Bạn sẽ thực sự tìm thấy một janitor kích thước của riêng bạn, Mah. Rằng kích thước hầu như không phù hợp với bạn,"Asami cười.Thay vì nhận được điên, Mah tiếp tục mỉm cười. "Tôi sẽ không để rơi vào cái bẫy của bạn một lần nữa, Asami. Kiên nhẫn —, "Mah drawled như ông vòng quanh phòng, buộc Asami để làm như vậy. Cả hai đều dừng lại khi Mah có mình mặt sau của các kệ sách và Asami đã có của mình gần kính, "-là chìa khóa khi giết thằng khốn đó như bạn."Asami đã không waver mặc dù có một khẩu súng chĩa vào anh ta. Nếu ông cho thấy dấu hiệu rằng ông được fazed bởi nó, Trung Quốc sẽ có một cạnh trên chống lại ông. "Những gì về con trai ông, Mah? Bạn có thích xem thực hiện của mình?"At the mention of his son, Mah flew in rage. "You son of a bitch, you dare to mention about my son?" the hand that held the gun shook a little. "There were six shots in his body, SIX!" Mah roared angrily.The Chinese steadied his hands, gripping the gun tightly. "I'll enjoy putting holes in your body. You'll pay Asami," he smiled and fired.A few minutes earlierAkihito kept his eyes glued on the screen. He recognized the man as the same person Ishida caught in his viewfinder. He thought the man was dead since Asami had his gun near Chinese's face when he saw the photo on Ishida's camera.Now it's not the time to be thinking unnecessary things, Akihito! He scolded himself. God, what should he do? He couldn't just barge out with his bare hands; that would have gotten all of them killed.My phone! Akihito cursed his stupidity and reached for his bag. His hopes were short lived when he realized his bag was not with him. He nearly gave up until he remembered something important.If this is Asami's hidden room, he should have kept a gun somewhere. With that thought, the photographer kept his hopes alive. He pulled the desk drawers open, surprised to find that they were empty. He went to the bed, patted the pillows and slid his hand underneath the mattress, hoping to feel for a bulge but there wasn't any. Almost giving up, Akihito yanked the drawer of the bedside table open and there it was – a semi-automatic pistol laying neatly in it.Holding a gun and using it is another story. The weight of the gun felt heavy in his hands as if he was holding a heavy rock. He didn't have a clue how to hold it properly, let alone fire it since his experience is limited to a single use when he lost it after seeing Yuri shot Kirishima on Fei Long's ship.But can I do it?As Akihito dwelled with his insecurities and fear, the first shot from outside went off and ignoring his racing heartbeat, he raced to the door.Asami considered himself lucky to have anticipated that shot. He managed to dodge the bullet aimed at his chest but he was no match to the speed of a bullet. It went straight into his left arm and nestled securely between his muscles. He felt his arm burnt as blood began to ooze out from the wound.The yakuza showed no emotion; he didn't groan from the pain although his right hand went automatically to the wound on his left, applying pressure on it to stop the bleeding.Mah threw his head back, laughing almost insanely."What's the matter? That one bullet shouldn't be a problem for the great Asami Ryuichi –"Mah chided before raising his hand towards Asami again, " – That's the first bullet. Five more to go.""Drop your gun before I blow your brains out" a voice behind Mah growled.The Chinese's eyes widened a little, surprised by the presence of another man in the room. His eyes flickered sideways, trying to catch a glimpse of the person behind him."Where did your guard come from?" Mah growled at a smirking Asami. Slowly, he crouched down in pretense of putting his gun on the ground but feinted immediately, giving an elbow jab behind.As Akihito fell onto the ground groaning, Asami ran to Mah, and punched him in the stomach. He doubled over, dropping the gun in the process. Ignoring the pain on his arm, Asami grabbed Mah head and elbowed his neck to the ground."Akihito, get the gun," Asami ordered his lover.The photographer nodded. Hands still clutching his stomach, he secured his own gun, kicking Mah's away in the process. Akihito passed the gun to Asami's hands, which the yakuza immediately pointed it at Mah's head."Let me teach you the consequences of cheating me all over again," Asami snarled.Akihito turned his back; he didn't think he could stomach seeing a man being killed in front of him. Closing his eyes, he waited for the moment to come.The sound of the door crashing open had his eyes widened again. An unidentified man barged into the room, whipped out his gun and pointed it towards Asami's direction.Akihito didn't think; his body reacted on its own. He moved in front of Asami, arms and legs eagle spread. "No!" he shouted."Takaba sama!" Toru called the minute he came into the room. He went to Akihito, dragging him to the side."Asami sama!" Kirishima and Suoh shouted simultaneously, pulling out their own guns.Asami released Mah and walked towards his men. He pulled Akihito into his embrace with his good arm, inhaling the sweet scent of his apricot shampoo. "You're – you're hurt," said an almost teary Akihito."Your boy toy Asami?" Mah laughed as he stood up. He then diverted his attention to the man in suit and smiled, "Hello, Inspector Mori."Akihito pushed Asami away to look at the dark haired man. He looked mid-thirties, medium built with a square-ish sort of face. Inspector? What's an Inspector doing here? It was all Akihito could think before his knees gave way, slumping on Asami's chest."Toru, bring Akihito out," Asami ordered, ignoring Mah's remarks.Akihito swayed a little as he held onto Toru's arms. Adrenaline gone, his body started to ache again, weakening him. He didn't realize that he was shivering and when a vicious cramp hit his left thigh, he moaned, folding double with agony as he attempted to massage his thigh. The photographer didn't protest when Toru and Ando assisted him out of the room."Too bad, Asami. This is the second time you failed to kill me," Mah smiled, raising his hands to surrender. "Looks like Inspector Mori came right on time."The smile on Mah's face was wiped off when Asami returned his smile by smirking. He raised his gun, pointing it at the Chinese."You – you'll go to jail if you pull the trigger," Mah stuttered."That's right," Mori stepped forward, placing a hand on Asami's good arm.
A smile graced Mah's lips before it was wiped off again when he saw Mori passed his police issued gun to Asami.

"Asami sama, use mine. It's easier to tell the Chinese officials that he had been killed while exchanging gunshots with the police."

"You – you…" Mah stuttered, looking at Mori, then Asami and back at Mori again.