It's another good weather day in Shanghai.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, there was a group of people holding weapons, standing by the water and in the reeds, aiming towards the sky. From time to time, they shot down wild ducks from mid-air, and made loud clattering sounds.
"Bang~bang~"
"Yoshi, Section Chief Hase is good at shooting."
Ono, the head of the firearms room of the Japanese Consulate in Shanghai, held a water bottle in his hand, nodded and stood beside Hase Ryosuke and flattered him wildly, which made Hase himself feel a little embarrassed.
"Ono-kun, just go and participate in the competition. You are a famous sharpshooter in our consulate. If you can win the favor of the Stone Pig Consul, your future will be limitless."
He persuaded in a very sincere tone. If the other party did this, he would be embarrassed to keep silent. How can this be done? A successful mission equals a lot of money. No one can delay him from making money.
"Chief Hase, please drink some water."
Ono bent down and handed over the water glass with both hands, showing an attitude with practical actions, that is, he had identified Hase Ryosuke, not the consul Ishizu Shotaro, looking loyal.
It’s easy to understand why he acted like this. Stone Pig Shotaro has a high position, and the bragging and flattering people around him have to line up. Instead of joining in the fun with others, it’s better to burn the cold stove, maybe there will be unexpected gains...
"Okay, thank you Mr. Ono. If you need any help, please don't be polite. I am a person who is willing to make friends. Chinese people often say that the more friends you have, the easier your journey will be. I deeply believe that."
As Hase Ryosuke spoke, he reloaded the rifle with bullets. He swore beautiful words, but in his heart he was thinking about how to kill the other party. It would be best to make him disappear silently.
strangle to death?
Drown?
Burned to death?
While selecting the death package, he observed Ono's neck and other parts, and decided that for the sake of this guy's dedication to serving him, he would give him a good time when the time came.
Alas, I am so kind.
After thinking about it, Hase Ryosuke picked up the gun, aimed it in the air for a long time, and then suddenly turned his head and asked: "Ono-kun, where is Ikuta Takaki? Why haven't I seen him since the beginning of the game?"
Also, are you really going to be able to see what you did with the aim of that gun? I really want to see that bastard in such a miserable state that he has nothing to gain. This is more worthwhile than winning the game. "
"Hai, please don't worry, Section Chief Hase. I deflected the crosshair by a few millimeters to the left. Unless I use professional tools to detect it, it can't be seen with the naked eye. Ikuta will definitely lose."
Ono expressed confidently, and then pointed to a tidal flat by the river: "I seem to have seen him leading his followers deep into the reeds. This guy must be afraid of being embarrassed in front of you."
"Bang~"
Hase Ryosuke didn't pick up a wild duck after he shot it. He threw the rifle directly to Ono, turned around and waved: "That's good, let's go and find Ikuta Takaki, lest he be swallowed by the water monster again."
"Pfft."
Ono couldn't help laughing. He unloaded the bullet and threw the gun behind him. He followed Changgu into the reeds. He met many colleagues along the way, but he didn't make a field.
The two of them made a long circle and finally found their target at a river bend. Ikuta Takaki and the short agent stood by the river, firing their guns, but unfortunately they didn't even hit any bird feathers.
"Oh, what a great shot."
Hase Ryosuke walked out slowly and said to Ono angrily: "Ono-kun, look at it, every bullet of Ikuta-kun misses the prey. This is not easy.
In short, I can't do it. You must publicize it well with everyone when you go back. You can't let such a sharpshooter be buried. In the future, this is the most suitable candidate to carry out assassination missions. "
Ono nodded with a smile. Looking at the livid-faced Ikuta Takaki, his stomach was filled with joy. You deserved to be taught a lesson by Section Chief Hase if you slapped me. It was so happy.
"Okay, let's go."
After saying this, Ryousuke Hase turned around and left, not giving the other party a chance to get angry. He was a man of courage, so what was there to argue with a dead man? He could just wait and watch the show today.
But when he was leaving, he quietly made a gesture with his hand behind his back. The short man next to Ikuta Takaki's eyes flickered when he saw it, and then he lowered his head to prepare for a storm.
"Baga! Baga!"
Ikuta Takashi was so angry that he was shaking all over. He repeated these words mechanically, holding the gun butt tightly in his right hand. A thought in his mind kept telling him to shoot. As long as he fired, he could kill this enemy.
But thinking about the consequences of killing a super-high-level section chief, he gave in. Then he carried the gun like crazy, frantically slapping the surrounding reeds, and at the same time let out a terrifying roar.
"Ah~ah~ah~"
Mud and broken reed leaves were thrown everywhere. The short man touched the dots on his face, his eyes unconsciously showing a bit of schadenfreude, but on the surface he gave extremely serious words of comfort.
"Don't worry, Sir Ikuta. I was afraid that there would be no prey due to the strong wind today, so I went to a nearby village to buy some live wild ducks. You will definitely win today's shooting competition."
"Nani?"
Hearing this, Takashi Ikuta stopped destroying the greening, with an expression of surprise and joy on his face. He couldn't help but regret that he hadn't thought of this good idea and had to ask his subordinates to remind him.
He asked with a little expectancy: "Where is the wild duck? You are doing a very good job, but you have to report this kind of thing to me in the future. The most important thing for a superior is not to hide anything."
Perhaps due to habit, Ikuta still did not forget to pretend to lecture others when expressing his gratitude. This made the short man disgusted, so he had to clenched his fists tightly to suppress his discomfort and replied.
"They are around. Please allow me to bring them over. You can then shoot at the bag and leave traces. Hase Ryosuke is very cunning. If you are not prepared, your flaws may be seen."
"Yoshi, very good, very good."
Ikuta Takashi waved his hand happily: "Go and get it quickly. When I win the competition, I will not treat you badly. Let's do this. I will give you one-third of the 10,000 yen bonus, 3,000 yen."
As he spoke, he held out three fingers to strengthen his tone, thinking that for a small person from a civilian family, 3,000 yen would be enough. The other person had probably never seen so many banknotes in his life.
"Yes, I'll go now."
The short man hurriedly went to get the wild duck, sighing secretly on the way. When he went to deliver the confession, Section Chief Haseani casually gave him a reward of 20,000 yen, and 3,000 yen, and sent it to the beggar.
Originally, due to past friendship, he wanted to give Ikuta Takaki a chance. As long as the other party could show the magnanimity that a superior should have, he would show some mercy, but now he only has one idea.
Go to hell, Wang Ba Dan!
The short man got into a small forest with a sullen face. When he came out, he was carrying a dozen small cloth bags in his hands. Something seemed to be beating inside. He shouted to Ikuta Takaki.
"Your Excellency, please prepare to fire."
In order to ensure a hit, he placed the bags ten meters away from the opponent one by one and ran back quickly. Even a blind man could hit him at such a close distance, but the accident still happened.
"Bang~"
The deafening sound of gunfire rang out. Takaki Ikuta put down his gun and looked at the intact target in front of him in disbelief. Angrily, he held up the gun he had snatched and explained to the short man.
"There's something wrong with this gun!"
"Hai, hai."
The short man bowed continuously in agreement, with helplessness deep in his eyes. He stood up and placed the mallard five meters away. If he failed to hit again, he would have to let the other party put the muzzle of the gun on the duck's head.
Ikuta Takaki felt that he was being ridiculed, but he honestly picked up the gun and pulled the trigger nervously. With the sound of a gunshot, a bright blood flower bloomed on the second bag.
idiot! What a broken gun!
He looked down at the gun, then looked up at the target. He was clearly aiming at the first bag, but why did he miss it again? Does the gun have to be aimed at the first bag in order to hit the second bag?
never mind.
As long as the goal is achieved, the process is not important.
Ikuta Takaki did some mental preparation, and began to kill with the newly mastered one-to-two trick. He killed more than a dozen prey in a short time, and let out a long breath after finishing.
Unlike shotguns that use shotguns, it is very difficult to shoot birds with a rifle. So many prey are enough for him to win the championship, at least not to be in last place, unless others cheat too.
Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth raised slightly. Today was a double happiness. One was that he lost face to Hase in the shooting competition, and the other was that he was the information dealer.
As agreed, the other party left a triangular mark on the tree in front of the consulate. Big business must have come to the door. Thinking of the gold in the secret room of the dormitory, Ikuta Takaki smiled even more happily.
But as soon as the shooting competition is over, he has to go to the meeting, otherwise he may not be able to make it in time. When we last met, the old man said something right, it is not a good habit to be late in this industry.
"Your Excellency, I am going to take care of the prey. The scene will be very bloody. Please go to the river to rest. I will meet you when you are ready." At this time, the short man on the side took a few steps closer and suggested thoughtfully.
"Very well, go ahead."
Ikuta Takahi readily agreed, saying that dirty things should be left to servants, and a master like him could just give orders, so he wandered to the river to plan the evening meeting.
The short man saw the husband-in-law slowly walking away, and ran to the prey in three steps. He opened the bags one by one and took out eight or nine wild ducks and three colorful bird carcasses.
little Swan,
Black-faced Spoonbill.
Spot-billed duck.
In future generations, these few birds alone would be enough to kill Ikuta Takahiro. Although it was not that serious in the Republic of China, at this sensitive time at the cusp of the storm, the exposure of this matter will definitely cause a sensation.
The short man chuckled sinisterly, mixed the three rare migratory birds with the wild ducks, and strode towards the river. The other person was a stick. Even if he put the carcass of the migratory birds in front of him, he would not recognize him.
(Protecting wild animals is everyone’s responsibility.)
