By the time the police cars and fire trucks roared towards the residential buildings that were on fire due to the gas explosion, Kashasha had already driven his Suzuki Swift into the suburbs.
The bustling lights of the city were left behind, and in front of him was endless darkness.
The sanatorium was not far away, and Kashasha could see a faint light. He was still palpitating, and the noise of blood flowing through the skull replaced the white noise of the electric current in the communication. He felt the shame clinging to him.
Fortunately, at this time, the gentleman thoughtfully remained silent.
Kashasha didn't eat supper.
Even though he behaved as usual, after experiencing this mission, the gray-haired young man actually felt like vomiting even if he drank water, let alone the sumptuous meal on the table.
Damn hyperamnesia caused Kashasha's brain to play those very appetizing things over and over again...it couldn't be avoided, couldn't be forgotten, couldn't be tampered with, and couldn't be interrupted.
He returned to his room.
[User Guide] sent another part. According to the process, he needs to read this part before tomorrow's training begins.
The gentleman never asked him to read ahead, but he would see which part of the [User Guide] he had reached at which stage of training he had reached.
Kashasha silently opened what he had written. Reading might be a good choice. He needed something to distract himself.
[Let me see...you should feel bad. But it doesn’t matter, the novice training period is the time to create black history. It is normal to be full of confidence in the theoretical stage and confused when getting started with practice. Hmm...but as someone who has been there, I still want to ridicule:
You take your order.
Haha, but we were not much better than you at that time, so you are naturally qualified to despise other Kashasha, and we will not complain.
To be honest, although hyperamnesia can prevent us from forgetting, an IQ that is one step above ordinary people can make us good at analysis. But there is still a problem with our way of thinking, and that is perspective imbalance.
In other words, it is difficult for people like us to have a sense of empathy for things that we have not personally experienced. It's not that we don't have the ability to empathize, but that we don't have a sense of empathy... This makes us unable to fully understand some things even if we have a clear understanding of them.
For example, perform a task. When you were reading the review before, you probably just read other Kashasha stories and had a lot of fun while reading them. But when you went into battle and pulled the trigger yourself, you had a clear idea of what you were going to do.
But don’t worry, there are many opportunities for practice. How to overcome this is not difficult at all. Here are some suggestions...]
Kashasha couldn't stand it anymore.
He closed the folder suddenly, but before he could pull it out, the index finger of his left hand was still caught in the middle of the book, and it hurt from the snap.
The feeling of wanting to vomit was with me again.
So Kashasha ran out of bed barefoot and ran into the bathroom. He lay on the sink and retched.
His vision was trembling, and the whole world was trembling. For a long time, he could only see the shadow of his gray hair lingering in front of his eyes.
Kashasha asked him to adapt, and the gray-haired young man thought back blankly.
He finally felt strange from Kashasha in the review and guide, and understood what Kashasha meant in the preface when he asked him to regard different memories as different versions of himself.
And all the while, trying to digest these memories and return to the top, I was like a poor imitator.
He is a defective product of himself.
Perhaps at this time, the gray-haired young man realized belatedly what the huge and heavy emotion that had been lurking under the sense of depression and shame was -
It's fear.
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There cannot be only one mission.
After that, Kashasha was out in the field almost every day. He realized his previous wish in another way:
Driving a Suzuki Swift around the streets of Tokyo. At the same time, he could sneak into the convenience store and get a few bags of lemon candy while tracking the mission goal-the gentleman had been strictly controlling his sugar intake, which was more annoying than hot milk before going to bed.
But he hasn't slept in four days.
Because Kashasha could always hear those sounds, begging for mercy, bullets coming out of the barrel, people moaning when they died, and sharp blades cutting through the flesh... It was very noisy, and occasionally he began to wonder if he was hallucinating. And it’s also a nightmare when you’re asleep, so it’s better to be awake.
What made him even more troubled was that even though he had an uncontrollable feeling of repulsion towards killing people. Kashasha can also feel that he is born to eat this bowl of rice.
He knows how to sneak, track, and break through a person's psychological defense in the fastest way. He can accurately shoot a bullet through a person's head from a distance of nearly 900 yards. He can reflexively use killing moves during combat. The vital parts of the body are also well understood...
He should be the killer.
Kashasha walked around the crowd.
The gray-haired young man wore a hood and a mask, lowered his head, and put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker.
This look is a bit sneaky. But it was seven o'clock in the morning and everyone was in a hurry. Even though he was dressed specially, no one noticed.
It's already very cold, and the windbreaker is a little thin, but in the past it would have snowed at this time... This is actually a warm winter. The sky was dark, and the thick clouds seemed to be falling slowly.
This mission is actually very similar to Toudo Takuya's, but it is simpler, because Kashasha does not even need to interrogate information, only kills to silence: an ordinary peripheral member left the organization without authorization and lived a stable life for a year and a half. .
The outcome is decided.
"Find the mission target location."
Kashasha said to the gentleman on the communication channel. He looked at the villa that was heavily guarded and had good security. For ordinary people, the security was good; for people like him, it was full of loopholes.
…………
When the gray-haired young man entered the door, his target was holding a briefcase and planning to come out. His wife was standing in the entrance sorting the shoe rack. Kashasha naturally came up to say hello, then squeezed the mission target in with lightning speed and closed the door.
The peripheral member who broke away from the organization was dazzled by Kashasha's smile. His expression was still full of doubts and vigilance, but the bullet had already penetrated his body. When the woman heard the sound, she quickly realized what had happened and stepped back desperately——
"boom--!"
Before the woman could scream, the silencer swallowed up the sound of the gunshot, but Kashasha could still hear the sound, and his mind involuntarily simulated the sound of the gunshot. What followed was a series of uncontrollable memories that almost made him lost.
Kashasha's steps didn't stop.
The two bodies were left behind, and the next step, as usual, was to search the room...
But the layout of the room exceeded his expectations, and in fact the woman's appearance exceeded his expectations. The details on the mission target revealed the answer long before Kashasha entered the door.
"Sir, according to the intelligence, the mission target left the organization without authorization and lived invisibility and anonymity." Kashasha asked the gentleman softly through the headset, "Now it seems that he is married and has children?"
Part of the gray-haired young man's mind was still digesting this sense of absurdity. He knew the outcome but still made the worst decision, and even dragged others into the water... What did he think about the goal of the mission?
"It is normal for intelligence to have errors and omissions. Peripheral members like this are just small fish and shrimps. Those in the intelligence team will not investigate too carefully." The gentleman replied.
"oh."
Kashasha responded softly, and he moved his eyes away from the stroller in the corner of the living room, pretending not to hear the cry of a human cub that had already sounded in the back room.
