He remembered the slow-motion images he had seen: bullets penetrated apples, juice splashed out, and the skin of the apple was torn open and deformed. Then the apple breaks away from the camera due to the momentum...
Kashasha thought this would be the same, but it was completely different.
Because of the silencer, it didn't even make a sound when he fired. The small iron object escaped from the muzzle of the gun and quickly burrowed into its hole like a bug, leaving only a hollow hole in the center of the forehead.
The reason for the bullet type is that the skull is harder than the flesh. No flesh and blood splattered, no ripe fruit exploding, just bugs returning to their nests...
And the wall behind Toudo Takuya was printed with ring-shaped red water stains, flowing down, and the marks left by the red ink pad falling on the ground, with an oily luster...
The character's head tilted back under the momentum, and his mouth opened unconsciously. The mouth of a dead man, a dehydrated fish breathing in deadly oxygen, teeth, blood...
The gray-haired young man was a little confused.
He originally thought that the moment he struck, he would stir up a storm, but when the stone was thrown, there was only a small splash... and then he died. Compared with being alive, he just lost his voice. My thoughts were once again uncontrollable and extended along the mess of trivial things——
But Kashasha still realized,
He just put a bullet into a man's head.
Then he realized again,
His gun fell to the ground.
The sound of metal hitting ceramic tiles brought Kashasha back to his senses. He instantly thought that his guardian was still watching, and on the way here, he was still full of confidence in this mission...
If he was not facing this kind of novice mission, but a complex scene like the one faced by Kashasha in the review, the gun falling to the ground would be enough to kill him hundreds of times.
"You lost your gun, Kashasha?" the gentleman asked in the headset, "How did you do it?"
The meaning of the questioning was obvious. The gray-haired young man quickly knelt down and picked up the gun. From this angle, he could see dark red blood dripping down the legs of the chair.
"I... wasn't careful, sorry."
The micro-detector used for communication and photography was pinned to his collar. Kashasha knew that his movements were completely captured by his guardian. In other words, he made a major mistake on his first mission.
"Pick it up and move on."
"...Hmm." Kashasha responded silently.
"Go to the next step and take out the USB flash drive."
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Although he stole company information, Takuya Toudo is still an excellent social worker in terms of attitude. In order to catch the bus in time on rainy days, his shoe cabinet is neatly stacked with disposable raincoats and shoe covers.
And Kashasha brought his own gloves.
After being fully armed, if the strength is controlled well, the blood will not splash on himself at all, and Kashasha indeed feels the guidance, the guidance of the devil——
This sentence has excellent muscle memory left in the body.
The layer under the skin and flesh is fat. It needs to be split open on both sides to reveal the contents. Otherwise, the wound will close. Maybe it can be opened a little further. The butterfly knife in the cuff is too thin and makes my hands sore. There is a sharper dagger on his waist...
Kashasha took out the dagger. He wanted to take a deep breath, but realized that the whole room was now filled with an unpleasant smell. So he stretched out his hand directly and held the warm, spongy-soft lower end of his lungs.
Then he could plunge the dagger into another ugly organ below the lungs.
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Kashasha touched the hard object wrapped in plastic, a USB flash drive, mixed with other muddy objects. Toudo Takuya drank a lot of alcohol, which diluted the stomach acid very well.
This is also one of the plans for the mission goal. The USB disk cannot be taken out in time, and it will corrode if placed in the stomach, so drink more... The spare part of Kashasha's brain is still analyzing tirelessly.
He stood up without opening his eyes.
He touched the USB flash drive again and felt sticky through his gloves. The gray-haired young man walked steadily towards the bathroom.
Before that, Kashasha had searched the entire house, and his hyperamnesia ensured that he would not encounter any obstacles even if he closed his eyes.
Bidige
Kashasha turned on the faucet on the sink and rinsed the USB flash drive. The sound of water was like the sound of blood flowing through blood vessels. It was just a crude association. No matter how sharp his hearing was, he could not hear the blood when he was dealing with Takuya Toudo. sound……
"What are you doing with your eyes closed, Kashasha?" asked the gentleman.
The eyeballs are dry, uncomfortable, something has entered the eye... Kashasha reflexively came up with a series of excuses. But it was no use. The gray-haired young man slowly opened his eyes, and then he saw himself through the dirty mirror.
His face was still lifeless and pale, but there was blood on the side of Kashasha's face.
"Kashasha?" The guardian who received no response continued to ask.
There was blood, red, round water stains, sharp blades slicing through the skin, fat, steaming internal organs... Everything the gray-haired young man wanted to forget once again broke through the deliberately set memory barrier and swept forward.
Hyperamnesia ensures that he will not forget any details and that he will remember them forever.
Kashasha finally couldn't hold it back anymore,
He bowed his waist,
Vomited.
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Magma flows backwards along the throat, and the stomach acid irritates the esophagus, which feels more like a burning flame. When Kashasha came to his senses, he found himself kneeling on the ground, holding his hands on the ground. The hard-earned USB flash drive was stuck in the palm of my hand, causing pain.
His vision gradually returned to focus, and physiological tears flowed down his cheeks under the influence of gravity, so he could finally see things again: there were still specks of vomit on the floor, maybe on him, and more in the sink.
The nausea continued, but Kashasha couldn't vomit anything else.
"Sir...I, I'm so, I'm sorry..." Kashasha let out a broken moan.
He felt his face was hot again, and the burning sensation started from his esophagus and spread to his whole body. The frustration and humiliation of screwing up the mission swept over him, and beneath this, another huge, heavy, and yet unnoticed emotion was lurking -
This is simply terrible.
"It's nothing," the gentleman said softly.
Nothing? The gray-haired young man finally stood up from the ground unsteadily. Without looking at himself in the mirror, he lowered his head and stuffed the USB flash drive into his pocket. The finger touched the bomb, and after getting back the USB flash drive and solving the mission target——
The corpses need to be destroyed.
"I, I will work hard next time..." Kashasha found that he couldn't make any promises. In fact, the idea of "next time" made him palpitate.
But he always had to clean up the mess, the theoretical knowledge in training, the records in the summary, every step of killing the mission target... these things were mixed together in a mess, destroying the gray-haired young man's thoughts.
The gentleman smiled:
"Any mistakes during novice training are allowed, Kashasha. So don't worry."
