Hard work?
He raised his eyebrows when he heard Kashaxia call him Rye Whiskey. It seemed that this guy had a big opinion on him.
Kashasha took the initiative to take this task, and it was not passively assigned by Gin. Moreover, rye whiskey has also explored the taste of gin, and these two guys, Kashaxia and Scotland, are very diligent in their tasks.
Although Gin was disgusted with Rye Whiskey's asking questions, he didn't mind letting him know that other colleagues worked harder than him, and he could also have some pua by the way.
So it’s like taking fifty steps to laugh at a hundred steps, making it look like Kashasha is not curled up.
Actively doing tasks while verbally declaring that he does not want to be a scab cannot change the nature of the Kashasha scab.
The rye whiskey waited half an hour, no more, no less. The gray-haired young man carrying a guitar bag knocked on his car window, then opened the door with an unhappy look on his face and sat in the back seat, acting as naturally as if the car belonged to him.
"You drive, I'll snipe."
Rye Whiskey said, watching Kashasha's reaction through the car's built-in rearview mirror.
"The sniper range for this mission is eight hundred yards."
To Rye Whiskey's surprise, Kashasha didn't react at all to his somewhat commanding tone. Instead, he opened the door and got out of the car, then opened the driver's door.
"Is there a possibility that if I come to drive, you need to make room for me first?" The gray-haired young man said lazily and yawned.
"Indeed," said Rye Whiskey.
Kawakami watched the black-haired man who looked somewhat similar to Gin stand up from the cab. He turned to the side, making way for Rye Whiskey to stand up, and then sat in the driver's seat.
I have to say that the rye whiskey is very high, with a sense of oppression from top to bottom.
Kawakami couldn't help but think back to the neurotoxin on his sleeve and its molecular formula. Well, if he does it, he can undoubtedly teach Rye a profound lesson.
"We need to arrive at the sniper point around seven thirty." Kawakami said, starting the car.
Sometimes silence is a virtue, but silence inexplicably makes Kawakami feel depressed.
Because Rye Whiskey didn't ask at all how to deal with the sniper distance if he, Kawakami Tsuji, was in charge of sniping. This made Kawakamiji's prepared draft useless.
At this time, Rye Whiskey had already sat in the back seat of the car. He looked at the guitar bag that Kashaxia had put aside, then picked up his own and began to assemble the tools and make preparations.
It must be said that the Kashaxia car drove very steadily. If it weren't for the fleeting scenery outside the window, it would be difficult for Rye Whiskey to notice that he was moving. But the speed is slightly slower than vodka.
We're almost at the sniper point.
Kawakami looked at the fiery red half of the sky and sighed: "Now the dawn is getting later and later, although the morning glow is still beautiful."
"Pay attention to the mission target." Rye said, setting up the sniper rifle.
They are now on the viaduct, and the mission target is under their position. They haven't climbed onto the bridge yet, but Kawakami has already seen the commercial vehicle. He speeds up appropriately.
According to calculations, after this traffic light, the commercial vehicle will drive on the elevated highway and head in the opposite direction to them.
If the time and distance are controlled correctly, the mission target will be within the range of the rye whiskey for more than 30 seconds.
As long as there were no accidents, Kawakami's timing was right, the rye whiskey was on point, the mission target died, and they called it a day.
"This is actually quite outrageous."
Kawakami Tsumugi whispered in a small voice,
"The target of the mission is an important politician in the political world, but he has incurable obsessive-compulsive disorder. He must get up at six o'clock, go out at seven o'clock, and pass the same intersection at almost 7:30."
Due to personal preference, the politician's defenses are at their weakest on the road. This is simply because he is afraid that others will not cause trouble for him.
Moreover, the plan recommended by the organization is even more outrageous, counting the seconds to sniper on the viaduct.
In this way, even a little bit of unexpected factors will make the entire mission go to waste. What's even more outrageous is that Rye Whiskey has no doubts about such a plan.
This reminded Kawakami of those cases in Yoneka Town where the techniques were fancy and the theoretical success rate was worrying, but they all miraculously succeeded.
Are murderers particularly lucky? No, no, no, it should be survivor bias. Those who are unlucky cannot become murderers.
"Keep quiet, Kashasha." Rye Whiskey had to remind him.
Tsk, this guy is as depressing as Gin.
Kawakami complained, but did not continue to speak. There was no point in talking to himself. He felt that he needed a follower similar to Scotland.
The final countdown of the traffic light ends.
Kawakamiji skated to the predetermined position. The commercial vehicle started to move, and everything led to the predetermined ending——
Kawakami still couldn't hold back his desire to talk. He lowered his voice lower and turned it into fragmentary thoughts: "I have to say that such a meaningless, hopeless, and unchanging rule makes people really, really want to break it. ——”
Before the words fell,
A car suddenly rushed out from the intersection at the traffic light and collided with another car in front of the commercial vehicle. The collision did not stop. Soon, another car next to it also suffered damage, implicating a car farther away...
A series of collisions occurred in just a few seconds. This serial car accident successfully blocked the ramp where the mission target was going to pass.
If that commercial vehicle wants to pass, it needs to move the series of cars in front of it.
In other words, their plan failed.
The vehicle driven by Tsumugi Kawakami has passed the best sniper point - of course, the best sniper point is meaningless if their mission objective is not in place.
"You did this, Kashasha."
Seeing such a scene, Rye Whiskey spoke word by word.
The black-haired man wearing a knitted hat frowned, and his air pressure dropped instantly, but this had no effect on Kawakami Tsumugi. No one can cosplay a leaking pressure cooker here with Gin Shuyu in front.
"Well, don't use such a questioning tone."
With his back to Rye, Kawakami Tsumugi spoke in a gentle tone with a smile.
"Organizational missions have always been about results. Missions provide recommended plans, but we don't have to implement them."
Rye didn't draw his gun, but his eyes were fixed on Kashasha's neck.
"Since you chose to execute it, the planning task naturally falls on me." Kawakami said lightly, "So, everything is within the plan."
The commercial vehicle would definitely not wait for the intersection to clear. Therefore, it would turn around and drive to another route, the route carefully chosen by Kawakami.
"Everything is within the plan... If you go to all the trouble to be my temporary partner just for this, it would be too disappointing, Kashasha." Rye Whiskey sneered.
Well, it was actually difficult for Kawakami to tell that the other party was sneering from his paralyzed face, but he could guess it from the situation.
"For what?" Kawakami asked, "No, no, no, am I trying to ridicule you for only following the rules and having a rigid mind?"
"Rigid thinking, where did you get this conclusion?" Rye Whiskey remained calm.
from where?
Kawakami likes to control the development of events in his own hands. Instead of observing the activity patterns of mission targets, he prefers to create patterns and let them develop in the direction he wants.
In his opinion, Rye Whiskey, who was also a member of the organization, should have rejected the plan at the first opportunity.
"This question...do you think that recommendation plan is reliable, Rye?"
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It is said that the investment failed after not updating for seven days, so I reluctantly posted a chapter and saved it.
The exam will be over next Saturday. I will be liberated after the exam.
