Half an hour later.
"Ah, it's not here yet." Kawakami muttered in his heart.
He was so bored that he admired the surrounding scenery:
There were fifteen cracks in the concrete floor beneath me; three wires were stretched along the road, and a total of one hundred and four small lights were hung on the wires - slightly larger than the ones wrapped around a Christmas tree.
Sixteen of them were broken and five had been replaced; the tavern on the far left was a black shop, and the people setting up tables and drinking at the door were a gang of pickpockets...
He didn't do it deliberately, he captured this information involuntarily, and without memory cleaning, he would never forget it for the rest of his life.
Another forty-six minutes passed, and the sun began to shine on the city at a subtle angle.
The surface of the street is plated with a light golden color.
Kawakami suddenly realized something. He quickly took off his sight, stuffed it next to the hidden bag containing his glasses, and then switched to the public communication channel:
"Call Scotland and Calvados, take off your sights."
"received."
Two responses sounded almost simultaneously. Without asking Kawakami to waste any time, they understood that the scope would reflect sunlight.
"Don't shoot without permission and be prepared for extended mission periods."
It seems that this former colleague still has a few tricks up his sleeve.
There are many blind spots in these three streets. Without a scope, it is almost impossible to hit from a distance of nearly 700 yards.
Too bright sunlight in the afternoon will not only expose the sniper's position, but also interfere with vision.
Therefore, the mission target has a two-thirds probability of surviving today.
No, wait.
The figure emerging from the street corner attracted Kawakami's attention.
Ah, now the probability of surviving today is zero.
The mission target was wearing a T-shirt, jeans, and a baseball cap, which was very different from the black-clad appearance he wore in the organization; but Kawakami never recognized people by their appearance, so he targeted him immediately.
The man walked along the street at an unhurried pace. Kawakamiji felt that he seemed to be looking for something.
Kawakamiji closed his eyes.
If all scenery is imprinted on the brain, sight is not required for aiming.
Street panorama, wind speed, angle, the walking speed of the mission target... these information are gathered together like tributaries of a river.
Kawakami Tsumugi's calculations are like pebbles lying quietly at the bottom of the river. The vortex created by the convergence of tributaries will not affect him at all.
He pulled the trigger and seemed to relax.
The recoil of the gun made Kawakami open his eyes, and his vision transitioned from darkness to colorful.
The mission target has fallen to the ground. The shot penetrated his head.
It is consistent with the scene simulated by Kawakami Ji's imagination.
"Ah, there is no need to extend the mission cycle, the target has been killed." Kawakami said cheerfully.
He put away his sniper rifle and slid down from the side of the rooftop: "We'll call it a day and return to the same place."
"Roger." On another street, Scotland pressed the earphone.
The target has been killed, and the scope will definitely reflect light at this angle. Could it be that Kawakami was sniping blindly?
It was possible to blindly snipe Scotland from such a long distance, but he was not sure that he would hit it perfectly.
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"Calvados, next I need you to confirm the specific situation of the mission target." Tsui Kawakami ordered, "Scotland and I will come."
The three of them met at the designated place. Grenache leaned on the car and puffed away, watching coldly as the gray-haired young man handed down the mission.
The mission description did not specify a person in charge. Calvados was stunned for a moment, not expecting that Kashasha would take command of him.
He looked at Kashasha, who was looking at him with a pair of black eyes without any reflection.
Combined with the previous mission, Kashasha's eyes reminded Calvados of a sniper rifle without a scope.
A certain discomfort passed through his heart, like an insect crawling on his spine, and he shivered slightly when his tentacles pressed against the bone seams.
"Okay." Calvados said.
"Thank you." Kashasha smiled with satisfaction, "For more specific information, please ask Grenache."
"Who gave you the courage to command me?" Grenache put out her cigarette, "Are you tired of living, Kashasha?"
"Don't forget what you promised me, three months." Kawakami took out his glasses from his secret pocket and put them on, pulling Scotland in the opposite direction without looking back. "If you're not satisfied, extend it to half a year."
Kawakami Tsumugi turned into the shadows. Like a wild cat patrolling his territory, he led Scotland into the narrow gap between two buildings.
They carved out an unprecedented trail in a corner dotted with moss, potato chip bags, strips of cloth, discarded rubber covers, and the excrement of unknown creatures.
"I bet the front of the building is a love hotel." The gray-haired young man counted the balloons blown up on the ground with interest. "Judging from the condition, the business is good - it's a bit unscrupulous to litter."
If he hadn't been familiar with it yet, Scotland would have wanted to hit this guy's head.
It's like the dean confiscating the comics that a bad student put under his paper.
"Can we go faster?"
"Of course, full speed ahead."
After climbing over another barbed wire fence, the two of them walked around to the front of the city.
There was an endless stream of tourists, enjoying the afternoon sunshine. There is a fountain in the center of the square, with a shiny bottom, where the coins dropped by those who made wishes.
Looking at this ordinary and beautiful scene, Scotland suddenly felt that he was just a voyeur hiding in a remote and dirty corner.
Tsumugi Kawakami patted the non-existent dust on his body, feeling a little distressed:
"I didn't bring any disguise tools. Just wait here and I'll be back as soon as I can."
When Kawakami came back, he had a pair of huge sunglasses and an exaggerated hat with small golden wings on both sides of the hat.
Covered by his hat and sunglasses, Scotland merged into the crowd.
Then I discovered that this hat was the same as the five-year-old kid on the street.
"Don't worry~" Noticing Scotland's gaze, Kawakami explained, "Since this hat comes in your size, it proves that it can be worn by all ages."
"Why don't you bring it?"
"I'm not afraid of publicity."
In the other world, the only person who can see Kawakami Tsumugi's face is either a dead person or a companion who is darker than him.
And it’s troublesome to look at your face in front of the mirror, so Kawakami tends to be shy.
In fact, there is no need for Scotland to disguise itself.
It's just...Scotland feels that it might be better if he doesn't do these things with his true colors. Although it is just self-deception.
"Okay." Scotland said, "Do we have any other tasks?"
"Yes, but not today. Don't keep thinking about work. Paris is fun."
Kawakami asked for a coin from Scotland and jogged to the fountain.
The fountain was just an ordinary fountain with a statue of waves and little angels inside.
Maybe someone threw a coin into the fountain. The fountain gradually evolved into a wishing fountain under the influence of different tourists, which perfectly fulfilled the broken window effect.
"I once planned to decide one thing with coins," Tsuyoshi Kawakami said to Scotland beside him, "I will do it if it's heads, but I won't do it if it's tails..."
He tossed it casually, and the coin drew a perfect parabola in the air, and then fell into the pool, falling flickeringly under the resistance of the water.
Then by chance, it got stuck on the pattern at the bottom of the pond and stood there.
Kawakamiji:……
