After witnessing a bullet blowing off a reporter's head, Gin put away his sniper rifle and left the rooftop calmly.
His bullet was originally aimed at the person behind Tsushima Shuji. Even if Tsushima Shuji stood there and did not hide, the bullet would not hit the other person.
Bourbon's actions caused him to be injured, which had nothing to do with Gin.
He just didn't like the feeling of missing bullets, so he randomly picked someone to catch his bullets.
"So the real target is not Kaa, but another person?" Vodka used a telescope to observe the unharmed boy, and then hurriedly followed Gin and asked.
Big brother can't miss it.
He said that it was impossible for the eldest brother to shoot Kaa.
"No, I just fired a shot at random." Gin returned to the car with an indifferent expression.
A random shot was fired, a random person was hit, and that was it.
Vodka looked confused.
So their mission this time...is considered completed? Still not finished?
…
The blond man protected the boy so much that he fell to the ground, and even his sunglasses fell off. Surrounded by a group of reporters, the faces of Shuji Tsujima, who had narrowly escaped death, and Toru Amuro, the hero who rescued others, were exposed. The reporter filmed it.
It's all such a coincidence.
Anyone who knows the two of them cannot help but admit that this is them when they see the photo.
Even though one of the reporters who came with him died and some were horrified, others became more enthusiastic.
"President Tsushima, what do you want to say about this narrow escape?"
"Do you know who assassinated you?"
"How would you like to thank the bodyguard who saved you?"
"What do you want to say about the reporter who was implicated in his death?"
Microphones were handed to Shuji Tsushima one after another, regardless of the wound on Amuro Toru's shoulder or the thoughts of the young man who had not yet stood up.
"Please stay quiet." The black-haired boy with wild eyes frowned slightly and reminded the reporter in a low voice.
Even under such circumstances, he still didn't look embarrassed, but was so calm that people couldn't help but calm down.
"I am very grateful to have escaped death this time, and I am also very grateful to my bodyguard, and grateful that I will discuss it privately with him."
"As for the reporter who was implicated... the Tsushima Society asked someone to send him a condolence payment."
Surrounded by long guns and short cannons, the black-haired boy spoke calmly and coldly, without making any mistakes but making people feel too cold-blooded.
"Other than that? Don't you have anything else to say? He has suffered an unreasonable disaster!" A reporter couldn't help but ask.
"If he hadn't come, this kind of thing would never have happened." The young man in power just said coldly and casually.
"Why did he come? Did I order him to come?"
"Are the questions you ask really complaining about him?"
The young man raised his lips and asked a few questions. He said nothing after that, but everyone present felt that they were being ridiculed.
Why did they come? What else could it be for? To interview Tsushima Shuji, learn about Tsushima Club’s latest trends, and then publish the news to gain bonuses and fame.
As for the question... Of course, it's not about complaining about the dead guy. After all, not only are we not familiar with each other, but they are even competitors. They all belong to different newspapers, so how can we sincerely complain about each other.
Just looking for a reason to cause controversy.
No matter how Tsushima Shuji answers, they can make up a complete news that is fake and real.
Because they knew themselves so well in their hearts, when faced with Tsushima Shuji's rhetorical question, they felt a sense of shame at having to take off all their clothes and face the world naked, which made them angry.
"Write it whatever you want, whether you write me as a cold-blooded guy or an ungrateful white-eyed wolf, it doesn't matter." The black-haired boy lowered his eyes and patted the clothes on his body as if he was disgusted.
"I probably don't have enough money to spend. It doesn't matter if I buy a few more newspapers. It won't cost much anyway."
"Are you right?" He looked up at the reporters in front of him and asked with a smile.
When you have enough money, your worries will become less.
The expressions of the reporters present changed again and again, and finally showed a polite and somewhat flattering smile.
"That's right," they replied.
What if the newspaper company is bought and they become employees of the other party? What if you get fired after making the other party unhappy at this time?
What if the newspaper they go to is acquired?
Offending the head of Tsushima Club is obviously not a wise decision.
"Can you give way now?" Tsushima Shuji didn't care about their changing attitudes and just asked lightly.
So the reporters around him took three steps back at the same time, and the reporter in front separated a channel like Moses parting the sea.
Shuji Tsushima raised his feet and walked out of the encirclement.
Toru Amuro covered his injured shoulder and followed.
A group of bodyguards who felt they had neglected their duties quickly surrounded Tsushima Shuji, blocking him tightly to avoid another bullet.
It wasn't until Tsushima Shuji was escorted into the office that he stopped and stood guard at the door.
As soon as you enter the office, the curtains are automatically closed.
Toru Amuro was sitting on the sofa, his expression not very good.
"Could that Gin guy aim at me and hit me on purpose?" He let go of his covered shoulder, revealing a shoulder with bullet marks. That piece of clothing was soaked with blood, and he used it to cover it. His hands were also covered in blood.
"Gin wouldn't do that. If you attack in another direction, you won't be hurt at all." Shuji Tsushima waved his hand and explained for Gin.
"I didn't have a choice at that time. If I were too late, I would miss the opportunity to perform." Bourbon said while taking off his clothes.
There is no time to think about where to hide.
If he missed it, Gin would have to take another shot to cooperate with them.
You will be ridiculed by the other party.
The suit jacket and shirt were torn, and the wounds on the shoulders could vaguely see the bones underneath.
After all, there is little meat on the shoulders.
"I'll help you deal with it." Scotland looked at his friend and shook his head, while taking out a medical kit from under the desk next to him.
"Trouble." The blond man went to the sofa tiredly.
"The sofa will be stained." Shuji Tsushima looked at the sofa under Bourbon with a pity expression.
"...I'll pay for it." Bourbon gritted his teeth.
He was injured, but Kaa only cared about his blood staining the sofa?
Cold-blooded brat.
Scotland skillfully began to clean his friend's wounds and apply medicine and bandages.
"But you are really a sanctimonious guy." Bourbon thought of something interesting and smiled sarcastically and wantonly.
A pretentious, lying brat.
(End of chapter)
