The Heroines Can Read My Secret Diary

Realizing that Hakuto might have gone to settle accounts with the Kingpin, Tifa forgot for a moment that he had mentioned contracting with several Spirits above gods. Filled with worry, she changed clothes and headed to Hell's Kitchen.

The Kitchen was a notorious slum in Los Santos, primarily populated by the working class and gangsters. It was known for its chaotic and backward living conditions, severe ethnic conflicts, and high crime rate.

As a Los Santos's police officer, Tifa heard daily about the numerous robberies, murders, and sexual assaults occurring in Hell's Kitchen.

The Kitchen had a godfather who controlled the entire area. His name was the Kingpin. He was the ruler of Hell's Kitchen.

And there was a saying in Los Santos: during the day, Los Santos belonged to the people of America. But at night, Los Santos belonged to the Kingpin.

So even though everyone knew the Kingpin was the godfather of Hell's Kitchen and had done countless things warranting the death penalty, he still lived well.

Tifa was now very worried about Hakuto. She subconsciously ignored that he was a supernatural being, one willing and able to destroy the city, even the country.

At any other time, Tifa would never enter Hell's Kitchen at night. Even police officers, if they came to Hell's Kitchen at night and died, just died.

"Look what we have here. Isn't this the beautiful flower of the Los Santos Police Department, Miss Tifa Lockhart? I wonder what business Miss Tifa has in Hell's Kitchen this late at night?"

Hearing the voice, Tifa's expression changed. But she didn't turn around. A gun was already pressed to the back of her head. The moment she turned, her head would be blown off.

Soon, she felt the pistol tucked into her waistband being taken.

Then Tifa was pushed forward. She turned to look at the person pointing the gun at her.

"Bullseye."

Tifa's expression was ugly. She hadn't expected her luck to be so bad as to run into Bullseye here. As the Kingpin's top enforcer, Bullseye was naturally on the Los Santos Police Department's most wanted list. Tifa certainly recognized him.

"Miss Tifa, I'd like to ask why you're here. You know, daytime Los Santos belongs to you. But nighttime Los Santos belongs to Hell's Kitchen."

After speaking, Bullseye reached out to touch Tifa's cheek. But she slapped his hand away.

Undaunted, Bullseye looked at her. "A rose with thorns. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll become an obedient little bitch soon enough. We have ways to make you obey."

Bullseye waved his hand. Several of his men stepped forward to grab Tifa. Despair appeared in her eyes. But then, determination replaced it.

Better to die than be captured. She knew the consequences all too well. She would rather die than become that.

Just as she was about to smash her head against the wall, gunshots rang out. But it was Bullseye's men who fell, one shot each, one after another.

In the blink of an eye, all of Bullseye's men lay dead. Bullseye himself had hit the ground at the first sound of gunfire and quickly found cover.

"My beautiful Tifa, I didn't expect to see you under such circumstances. But it looks like you need a little help."

Hakuto's voice came from the shadows. He stepped out, a pistol in his hand. He had clearly killed Bullseye's men. The moment she saw Hakuto, Tifa threw herself at him and kissed him on the lips.

Hakuto was stunned for a moment. Then he wrapped his arms around Tifa and kissed her back. It would be foolish not to take advantage.

[Poor Tifa. She almost got caught by Hell's Kitchen and turned into an eroge female lead. Good thing I arrived in time. But why wasn't Tifa sleeping? Why did she come to a chaotic place like Hell's Kitchen?]

Suddenly sensing danger, Hakuto spun around with Tifa in his arms, aiming his gun at Bullseye, who was pointing his gun at them.

Bang!

Bang!

Two gunshots. Hakuto's bullet hit Bullseye right between the eyes. Bullseye's bullet whistled past Hakuto's ear, leaving a bullet hole in the wall behind them.

Hearing the gunshots, Tifa released Hakuto. After checking that he wasn't hurt, she looked at him. "You idiot! Do you know how worried I was about you?"

"I see. Tifa was worried about me, so she came to Hell's Kitchen? I'm sorry. I was planning to take care of Hell's Kitchen quickly, but I'm not familiar with the area and got a little lost. Say, Tifa, want to wreak some havoc in Hell's Kitchen with me? Let's rid the people of this evil tonight."

Tifa looked at him in shock. Hakuto reached out his hand.

After a moment, Tifa made a crazy decision. She placed her hand in his. With a wave of his hand, countless guns appeared beside Hakuto.

"Pick your weapons. Let's play a real-life Counter-Strike."

Tifa looked at the multitude of guns in shock. "Where did you get all these guns? Did you rob a gun store?"

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about? A friend gave these to me."

[Laughable. Why would I need to rob a gun store? I brought so many weapons and ammunition from Japan to America. To play real-life gunfights, I came fully prepared. I have hundreds of guns from various countries, tens of millions of rounds of ammunition, and even grenades and RPGs. Why would I need to rob a gun store? Who do you think I am?]

Seeing the words in Hakuto's diary, Tifa fell silent.