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Roppongi, Minato-ku, Tokyo, is located along Hibiya in Tokyo, south of Akasaka and north of Azabu.
In a bustling international-style street market with neon lights, the heavy rain caught people off guard, and people on the street returned to their cars or entered the nearby stores.
It's raining so hard that even holding an umbrella won't work.
It is an inconspicuous tavern in the corner. It is so small that from the front of the store, there is only an ordinary one-wide wooden door with a foreign notice hanging above it.
in.
Completely opposite to the noisy noise of the rainstorm, the doorway is small and not too wide inside.
European-style chandeliers and mosaic-style black and white walls are deep and noble.
The warm and dim light slowly blooms in my heart like a sunflower, and the elegant classical music of the last century is heard in my ears.
The table top is made of fine pear wood, and a transparent goblet contains dark yellow liquid.
The man's white palm with sharp bones swayed the wine in the glass, and the ripples dispersed and mixed into the air, giving off the hazy smell of wine.
He was the only one in the store at the moment.
On the table, there was a small silver pistol. The gun was very clean and spotless. The bright silver paint even reflected the dim light back.
The man was wearing a black trench coat and a black top hat on his head.
Half of the sharp-edged and stern face is reflected in a layer of dim light with a cold white complexion, and the other half is hidden in the darkness under the brim of the hat.
A complex expression of uncertainty, coupled with the pair of silver bangs, deep and sharp dark green eyes.
At first glance, it looks cold enough to make people feel scared.
"Click."
With the sound of lighter, Gin lit a cigarette.
Sitting in front of the bar, he lowered his head and could take in the glass of wine. The wine was like thick porridge, but he had already gotten used to the chaotic taste.
There was a long silence, and the cigarette was half burnt without taking a puff.
Gin picked up the CPX-2 on the table. The paint revealed his face, and his thin, razor-sharp lips parted slightly.
This gun was the gun the girl used to commit suicide. It was also the first and last gun he gave to her.
A gift when the killer training course is over and she is qualified.
Camus…
It has been half a year since the death of the girl. He often sits alone for long periods of time, enjoying the tranquility of his bloodthirsty life.
He thinks about it all the time.
If I had been stricter with her, maybe that kind of thing wouldn't have happened.
If I had gone to find her by myself that day and let Belmode take command, would it have been avoided?
Akai Shuichi, aren’t you very powerful? Why haven't we found an undercover agent in this rotten organization like yours?
Camu, why do you insist on wanting to die?
Obviously there is no need to do this!
Am I still unable to protect you in the organization? !
For a moment, green veins appeared on Gin's forehead and the back of his hands.
Regret and anger, his heart was always filled with these two intertwined emotions, which was extremely heavy.
Rum, that second-generation black guy, still has to inherit the code name. He has nothing but living longer. If he had known that he would have been killed seventeen years ago during the earthquake incident!
Take a swig of London Lemmings and let the fiery burn burn down your throat.
at this time.
The wind chime at the door made a pleasant sound.
"Dingling bell~"
"I'm back, Lao Qin, this mission can be easily accomplished~" the girl hummed softly, put the umbrella in her hand, shook off the rainwater, and put it aside before walking in.
Vodka followed closely, "Ah Ni here."
Without raising his head, Gin suppressed the thoughts in his heart and said coldly, "Are you sure?"
Lan Songjiu walked behind the bar and skillfully took out a bottle of champagne.
Cup, mix yourself a glass of French 75.
she said.
"Well! I secretly turned on the gas in his house while he was sleeping. Because of the heavy rain, this guy took the initiative to close all the windows before going to bed.
After that, after Vodka and I left for a while, I called his home landline.
If nothing goes wrong, the static electricity generated when the phone rings is enough to cause an explosion, and you will see news reports tomorrow with the headline: Fire caused by accidental gas leak! "
Pour gin, lemon juice, and sugar into a shaker glass and shake, then pour the shaken wine into a tall glass, add ice cubes, and fill with champagne.
French 75 cocktail.
The pink-haired girl's mouth curved into a nice smile.
Vodka was very puzzled, "Why can gas explode just by making a phone call?"
Lan Song raised her eyes and looked up. Even though she didn't like this guy who kept talking about Big Brother Kamu, it was because of the gin.
She managed to be patient and explained in a cold tone.
"When gas accounts for 1.5% to 10% in the air, it will burn and explode when it encounters an open flame. When gas accounts for 4% to 5%, it will burn and explode optimally.
The static electricity that appears when a landline phone rings can completely ignite the gas that has been mixed in the air. In this way, the absent secret room murderer will appear.
That's why I called when we were almost back. "
Vodka curled his lips and tilted his head, "You know how to do some tricks, what if there is no gas explosion?"
"Then he will go to the hospital for carbon monoxide poisoning due to gas, or he will have respiratory failure and die at home without anyone noticing!" Lan Song glared and said.
Gin raised his hand.
"Okay, vodka. You guys need to take a rest. The next target is these guys."
Said.
He reached out and took out five photos from his arms, pointed at one of the photos of a woman and sneered.
"Nanagusa Kasumi, this person secretly exposed the existence of the organization in question and is currently escaping. Mello sent information.
She is just about to return to Japan tomorrow. Find her before then and let all those who know the existence of the organization go to heaven. "
Hearing this, Lan Song picked up Qicao Xia's photo and took a look at it. There was a woman with permed curly hair in the photo.
"Huh? Little sheep, I will prepare grass for her to entertain her.
Vodka, prepare black bullets for me. Since it is grass, use "Black Claw" bullets, just like grass.
As a fairly beautiful sheep, it wouldn't be too scary to destroy half of her head. How can she fall in love after becoming a ghost? "
The corners of the girl's mouth curled up, and her tone was as sweet as eating candy.
When Vodka heard that he was going to help this woman again, he said dissatisfiedly, "I know."
Black Claw is a special bullet exclusive to the black bullet sniper rifle.
Its warhead is black. When it hits the target, its back claws will evenly open back into nine lobes, just like there are nine claws with barbs. The diameter of the warhead will eventually expand to about twice the caliber!
It will cause great damage to living target tissues. The sharp edges of the carapace will cut and tear all the target's muscle tissue, causing massive bleeding in the body!
Even if the shot is not fatal.
Then it would also be due to excessive blood loss and the extreme difficulty and cumbersomeness of removing the warhead.
The target is once again facing death!
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The scene changes.
"Nanagusa Kasumi?" Kasuga Ling tilted her head.
"Yes, Hanaya, your mission is to protect her and bring her back. There will be another person helping you during the mission."
A man's voice came from the phone.
It is Kuroda Hei, who is affiliated with the Security Planning Section of the Security Bureau of the National Police Agency and serves as the Director of the Second Intelligence Behind the Scenes!
