"Prey found." Armagnac pressed the headset.
"The target person escaped from the people we were following and is now mixed in with the vacationing crowd." Another gentle voice cut into the communication channel.
The owner of the voice, Scotland, adjusted the focus of the telescope. He watched Alan Robert, disguised as Kashasha, look around alertly to observe the situation, then lowered his peaked cap and blended into the crowd.
"It's really good at running. I haven't seen such a strong mouse for a long time..." Armagnac said calmly, "But it's not easy to snipe in this place. It's too far and there are too many distractions."
There are three people chasing Alain Robert: Suze from the local action team, and Scotland and Armagnac who were temporarily dispatched from Japan.
This place is close to the seaside, and the beach is full of people on vacation. Close to the inside is a bustling road. The road extends from top to bottom to the bottom, and they are standing on a high place.
"It's not like I can't hit," said Suzi, a woman with short straw-blond hair and a cold expression. "I can hit nearly 700 yards."
"To ensure nothing goes wrong, drive and snipe at close range." Armagnac finally made the plan. "The order of the organization is that this person must die, and there can be no mistakes."
Armagnac, Lord Ethan, sighed in his heart.
In this situation, he couldn't help his companion who had escaped from the organization... After all, the power of the CIA was beyond its reach.
On the other side, Scotland is also a little anxious.
As usual, he didn't know his partner's plan, but he could infer from the details that the organization was fishing.
However, in order to make the fishing effect realistic, the people in the action team went after Kashasha with real guns and ammunition. No one except Scotland knew that Kawakami Tsumugi was a member of the organization.
In other words, Kashasha might really be killed by the organization's gun. This made Scotland worry about Kashasha's life.
This guy... was having too much fun.
The champagne-colored car slid into the street, and Suzi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, set up a short-range sniper rifle.
Kawakami Tsumugi's head wearing a peaked cap loomed in the crowd, and then appeared in the scope of the sniper rifle.
Suze pulled the trigger.
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Kawakami felt an inexplicable sense of crisis, like someone blowing cold air on your neck on a hot summer day.
Someone is watching him.
It's possible that there were not only people staring at him, but also gunshots.
Kawakami stretched out his hand to hold the brim of his hat, and there was a brown reflector clipped inside his tactical gloves.
People on the street, cars coming and going, black, blue... the champagne-colored one. There were three people, whose faces couldn't be seen clearly. According to the plan, there should be Scotland.
three……
two……
one! !
The time when the other party pulled the trigger was consistent with Kawakami's estimate. The bullet broke through the air, and even the silencer could not completely swallow up the blast sound when it came out of the chamber.
Tsumugi Kawakami quickly dodged to the side and knocked down the unlucky passerby beside him who was also on the trajectory of the bullet. It was a hot girl with blond hair.
The bullet grazed the hat brim and bent the street lamp pole, making a loud metal collision sound.
The world was quiet for a moment, and then everyone screamed. Everyone ran away.
The blonde, who was only one step away from death, collapsed to the ground in fear, panting like a fish out of water. She grabbed Kawakami's arm with both hands, and Kawakami took some effort to pull out his arm.
"As a thank you gift, give me this." Kawakami smiled gently, with a bunch of motorcycle keys in his hand, which were dropped from the girl's waist.
Kawakamiji's body side escaped a second bullet.
Judging from the impatience, it seems that the Scots did not shoot him. Kawakami had seen Scots shoot snipers, and they were fast, light and accurate.
Kawakami hunched over and ran toward the area where non-motorized vehicles and light motorcycles were parked on the side of the road, making a zigzag sign.
Based on the blonde's movement trend and the conspicuous red mark on the car key, Kawakami quickly locked his next means of transportation:
A dark red motorcycle.
The chaotic streets facilitated Kawakami's actions. Before they found the opportunity to stabilize the sniper rifle again, Kawakami had successfully started his motorcycle.
His disadvantages are less obvious now.
If he were to be a speed racing expert like Belmode, he would probably be able to make the pursuer spin around. Unfortunately, Tsumugi Kawakami is not very good at this. Fortunately, he is also good at drawing snakes forward.
"This guy is indeed in some trouble."
In the champagne-colored car, Suzi put back her gun, feeling a little irritated.
"You initially alerted the enemy." Armagnac, who was driving, said coldly.
"You go ahead, go ahead." Suzi replied expressionlessly.
Armagnac frowned. In fact, Suzi did not misjudge the situation. That was indeed the best time to shoot.
I just didn't expect that the defecting intelligence officer actually evaded, and his subsequent actions also showed that his evasion was not accidental.
He actually...saw the shadow of an old acquaintance, Kashasha's shadow, from one of the peripheral members.
The car began to accelerate, rushing past other vehicles. But the red motorcycle, thanks to its petite size, can move faster through traffic.
When he reached the fork, Kawakami stopped for a moment.
Then the defected intelligence officer gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, and did not drive towards the city, where it was easier to hide, but there were more people. Instead, he drove towards the mountainous road along the seaside.
"It seems that the mouse has chosen to seek death." Armagnac rushed after him.
Deep down, he felt very uncomfortable.
He could understand this choice without implicating others. Many of Ethan's peers lost their lives because of this.
He also didn't know what to say about Scotland. He could only sigh that Kashasha really portrayed the mentality of the defectors vividly.
Scotland remembered Kashasha's instructions before starting the mission.
"You must do it." The gray-haired young man said lazily.
"In order to win the trust of those people, you have to resort to bitter tactics, which means you have to beat me half to death - and at the same time, you have to save a hand, and you can't really send me to the Santu River. So it has to be you. If it were another person who didn't know, I would have died. Dropped."
"Do you believe me so much?" Scotland couldn't help but ask.
"Because Scotland, you are very trustworthy~"
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Now is not the time to reminisce.
Scotland looked at Tsumugi Kawakami who was erratic on the road. He was sitting in the back seat, holding his sniper rifle steady from the beginning. They never found the opportunity to shoot.
He had to do it, Scotland was determined.
The car started to accelerate, and the distance between the two became closer and closer. At this moment, a car came oncoming.
Because he was on a curve, Kawakami didn't see him at first. In order to avoid him, he had to jerk his head and dodge to the side.
It's now!
Scotland aimed at Kashasha's waist and fired unexpectedly.
A blood flower bloomed on the intelligence officer's slender body. The motorcycle lost control, went off the curve, and fell into the sea below.
