Gin and vodka, together with the young man named Fujiwara behind them, looked at the car thief who was paralyzed with fear in the distance in disbelief, and then looked at the "organization associate" who was screaming frantically at the pistol.
Vodka's accompanying gun is a Beretta M92F with a 15-round ammunition capacity. When shooting at a fixed target at a close range of 20 meters, he couldn't even hit a single shot!
What level of shooting is this?
Even if a blind man comes and shoots a few blindly in the direction of the sound, he can at least scratch his skin!
This guy didn't even hit a bullet?
What kind of arrangements did "that adult" have?
RNM! Return it!
Even if the one at the back is not even a peripheral member, his marksmanship is not so bad, right?
When "organizing accomplices" was shooting just now, Gin had been staring at the direction of his wrist. From his point of view, Michael was shooting at the car thief.
But all 15 bullets in a row could be ejected. There are only two possibilities.
The first type is that the marksmanship of the associates in this organization is so bad that they are even confused.
Second, the marksmanship of this organization's associates is ridiculously strong, so strong that they can trace human bodies.
Gin's eyebrows narrowed slightly and his eyes were complicated, weighing the two possibilities in his mind to see which one was more likely.
At this time, Qin Zhibo reached out to Vodka again to ask for the magazine.
"Give me another magazine! Hurry!"
Qin Zhibo's fanaticism made this English sentence a bit difficult to understand, but Vodka could still tell from his gesture that he was asking for the magazine.
Vodka turned to look at Gin, his sunglasses meant to ask for instructions.
Gin glanced at Michael's enthusiastic face, and then remembered that he had fired 15 rounds of bullets at the fastest speed without any pause.
If it's human body tracing, you can do it yourself, but if you have to fire 15 bullets at an extremely fast speed and keep your wrist in the correct direction, you will inevitably miss the target.
Gin: "..."
After a little thought, Gin believed that this "associate"'s marksmanship should be of an extremely poor kind, and he himself also had some kind of fanaticism about weapons and longed for the feeling of bullets shooting randomly.
This is very Ameri style...
He seemed very stable at first, but once he came into contact with the gun, he immediately changed into a different person, like a madman with a gun?
But judging from the way he fired 15 rounds of bullets without hesitation, he didn't care about the lives and deaths around him.
This is good. What the organization needs is ruthless characters who can kill people.
It's just that this marksmanship is terrible, it's really a flaw... As a member of an organization, you can't fight with a target with a machete or a stick, right?
Of course, if the scene is suitable, it is also possible to hit the target with a sap from behind.
But generally speaking, the organization's assassinations and various terrorist activities mainly use thermal weapons, and this "organization associate"'s fanaticism for weapons makes him an unstable factor in the mission.
Gin does not need such unstable factors.
But although he has the right to kill members of the organization, he cannot kill the men recommended by the Boss for the reason of "poor marksmanship". After all, the Boss has to give him face.
Just like the previous execution of Pisco, although Gin told Pisco that he wanted to kill him, an old man, and the organization boss happened to agree, the order of things was actually the other way around.
Pisco was first given an execution order by the Boss through Belmod, and then he carried it out seriously, and said that he had long been dissatisfied with this old man who was fishing for money at work.
As long as they are the people around the Boss, unless they are caught doing something detrimental to the organization, it is not allowed to kill them simply because of their lack of ability (fishing at work).
In other words, if someone who is not around the Boss, such as Tequila, makes any mistakes or exploits at work, then Gin has the right to "fire" immediately.
Gin - the anti-anti-involution pioneer of the organization!
But turning my thoughts back again, since Boss can recommend this person to come to Japan, it means that this man named "Michael Bay" still has some real abilities. Otherwise, he would not have sneaked into Japan like a "ghost" and even he would not be able to find traces of him. .
Let's just believe that he still has uses...
After thinking about it, Ginjiu pulled the Beretta M92F back from Qin Zhibo's hand and gave it back to the vodka.
"I already understand your marksmanship, there's no need to demonstrate it again."
Qin Zhibo secretly breathed a sigh of relief when Gin Jiu made a cold comment on the shooting skills of the "organized accomplices".
In fact, Qin Zhibo's own marksmanship is really good. After all, the original owner is from the FBI, has won shooting medals in internal competitions, and his level 3 firearms skills have surpassed many people who play guns.
But just now he fired with the intention of not hitting the car thief. Since Ginjiu was keeping a close eye on him, all Qin Zhibo could do was try his best. If he didn't hit the car thief with one shot, he could only count it as his luck. .
The fanatical display of weapons and the firing of 15 shots in a row were all to prevent Gin from discovering that he did not want to execute the car thief.
Moreover, during the continuous shooting process, the wrist can be raised slightly upward due to the recoil force. The faster the continuous shooting speed, the harder it is to hit the target.
As for being regarded as a poor marksman, it was also part of Qin Zhibo's plan.
As long as your marksmanship is bad enough, you won't be sent on an assassination mission, and the risks will be much smaller.
Qin Zhibo pretended to be reluctant to let go as he watched Vodka take back the pistol, his expression and movements changed from the enthusiasm just now to the initial calmness, as if he had a dual personality.
Ginjiu glanced at Qin Zhibo with complicated eyes, a little worried that this man might really be a madman.
I don't know if this madness can be cured...
"Vodka, go check on that guy's situation. If it's okay, warn him not to be careful anymore and finish this business..."
"yes, Sir."
The car thief who was so frightened that he peed his pants managed to save his life, but only because Qin Zhibo's gun "just happened" to miss him, and because Ginjiu still needed his car-stealing skills to complete the business.
But after the business is done, there will be no need for such a timid guy to stay...
Vodka threatened and intimidated the car thief, then took out a spray gun with a wooden handle from the trunk of the Porsche 356A and handed it to Goro Fujiwara, telling him to kill the car thief if he did not obey the rules.
When delivering the troll, Vodka took a special look at Michael, and his eyes became fanatical again, as if he had seen some big treasure.
"Hide the gun so it doesn't get stolen."
Vodka's words seemed to be telling Fujiwara to be wary of car thieves who turned into gun thieves, but they were actually telling him to be wary of Michael stealing guns.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
