Shuichi Akai lay on the rooftop and stared at the scene on the rooftop of the building opposite. In his ears, he heard the voice from the rooftop opposite coming from James Blake.
He heard everything Tsushima Shuji and the man across from him said.
I also quickly understood the purpose of Tsushima Shuji's visit this time.
But there was also some uncertainty.
Because this guess is really a bit...
Akai Hidemei was expressionless, staring at the rooftop opposite indifferently.
At this moment, he looks more like Rye who used to be in the organization, or rather - Rye Whiskey.
"If you kill someone, you will become like me." The man in white wrote lightly.
"The FBI can't control me. I'm not an American. Even if I kill someone, they have no right to punish me. As for Japan..." Shuji Tsushima bent down and picked up a gun.
In other words, a gun was picked up from the corpse of the FBI agent on the ground.
"You don't need to worry either." He slowly straightened up and raised his gun towards the man opposite.
Sure enough, Tsushima Shuji wanted to kill that man.
Akai Shuichi looked at this scene with clear eyes.
but……
Can he really do it?
Do you want to watch Tsushima Shuji kill the other party with your own eyes?
Their plan to capture him alive failed. It would be good if they could kill the other party, but if the other party was not killed by them...
Shuichi Akai looked at the man in white and raised his hands, just like he did when he faced the FBI agents who broke into the rooftop.
The previous agents have fallen on the rooftop now and will never stand up again.
The blood had even spread to Tsushima Shuji's feet.
And because of the man's previous actions, people can't help but wonder whether Tsushima Shuji will be like the previous agents in the next moment.
Suddenly he was faced with several machine guns protruding from the ground, followed by a round of merciless fire, and finally turned into corpses.
But no.
The two people's movements seemed to be frozen, motionless.
Shuji Tsushima raised his gun, while the man in white raised his hand.
If it weren't for the fact that the hems of their coats were blown up by the breeze, it would really make people wonder if some kind of immobilization magic had been cast on them, or if they were isolated in a separate space.
While Shuichi Akai and James Blake were waiting, they heard the sound again.
"What? Can't you do it?" The man in white said softly.
"You are still as kind and soft-hearted as before." He seemed a little disappointed, but also seemed to be just sighing.
"Obviously as long as I pull the gun in my hand, the bullet can penetrate my brain or heart and send me to death."
"Isn't this what you have wanted to do since eleven years ago?" The voice was slightly bewildering.
The black-haired boy lowered his head. Through the scope of the sniper rifle, Akai Shuichi could only see his pale chin and the hand holding the gun.
It was still held firmly in front of me, without any tremors.
Such a stable hand is indeed suitable for holding a gun.
"Come on, kill me and fulfill your wish." The man in white urged in a low voice.
It was said to be urging, but it was not urgent at all, and the tone remained unchanged.
"It seems too cheap to kill you with a gun..." Tsushima Shuji's hand on the gun tightened again.
He finally raised his head, revealing his exposed left eye.
Akai Shuichi didn't want the other party to shoot at this moment.
Because of that look...
Tsushima Shuji was clearly standing on the same spot, but he felt that the other party was already standing on the edge of the rooftop, teetering on the edge and about to fall.
Once he actually shoots the man, he may go down a different path and never look back.
So after observing Tsushima Shuji's moving fingers, Akai Shuichi fired without hesitation.
It is not certain whether this shot can hit or not.
If he was still blocked by the invisible magnetic field outside the rooftop, there was nothing he could do about it.
But this time the bullet passed through the invisible barrier and hit the target accurately.
The gun in Tsushima Shuji's hand was shot to the ground and became unusable.
Tsushima Shuji also lowered his hand because of the power of the bullet.
Blood dripped from his pale fingertips onto the rooftop floor.
Mixed with the blood flowing from the bodies of the agents in front of him.
"It seems that the FBI doesn't want you to kill people." When the man in white saw this scene, the expression on his face could not be said to be happy, nor could he be said to be angry.
"So, do you want to give up?" He just looked at the boy's bleeding hand and asked in a low voice.
"It doesn't matter if you give up this time. You know I will always give you a chance."
"As long as you still want to do this, I will cooperate." The indulgence in the words is impossible to ignore.
"There will be no next time." Shuji Tsushima ignored his bleeding right hand, bent down again, and picked up a gun from the hand of another FBI corpse with his left hand.
"I don't want it to happen again." He pointed the gun at the man opposite him again.
This time, he didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
And following his movements, there was Akai Shuichi.
It's just that Tsushima Shuji's bullet penetrated the chest of the man in white, while Akai Shuichi's bullet was blocked outside the rooftop by an invisible barrier.
That man did it on purpose.
Akai Shuichi's last bullet was not blocked, but Tsushima Shuji strengthened his determination to shoot, so when he held the gun for the second time, he fired without hesitation.
So Akai Shuichi's second bullet was no longer needed.
As the bullet brought out a trail of blood through his chest, the man in white fell to the ground.
Akai Shuichi clearly heard the heavy sound when the other party fell to the ground through the headset.
But apart from that sound, everything was silent.
The other party's appearance was also quiet when he fell to the ground, even smiling.
"You did it, congratulations." The man in white gasped and spoke with a smile.
He was already lying on his back on the ground, and blood continued to flow out of his body, dyeing his original white clothes red.
On the silent rooftop, all sounds seemed so clear.
Even the footsteps were the same.
Shuji Tsushima walked step by step to the man in white and stood aside, looking down at him condescendingly.
"Are you happy now?" The man lying in a pool of blood just asked.
His vitality is really tenacious. Even though the bullet has penetrated his chest and may have even broken his heart, he is still able to speak and has not died until now.
Or maybe the position of his heart is different from that of ordinary people.
But he will die eventually, it's just a matter of time.
Even the time gap between morning and evening will not be too long.
"When I walked downstairs, I saw my uncle sitting on the ground leaning against the wall. He also wore a white suit that day, just like you." The young man who looked down at him slowly squatted down.
"The same goes for the blood stains on the chest after the bullet penetrated the heart." He squatted next to the man and told in a calm voice.
"But you bleed more than uncle." There was no fluctuation in his tone, neither happiness nor sadness.
(End of chapter)
