The gray-haired young man has actually been thinking about how things could go in other directions, but he knows that there will be others without him. It doesn't matter which knife you use, what matters is the existence of the knife.
Although he was the one who took action in this mission, there were other peripheral members investigating the situation near the building.
So you will still die.
It might be faster if he comes.
Kashasha set a fire before leaving. As usual, the belated police could only conclude that there was a "gas explosion". But the rickety stroller still stubbornly occupied his memory.
Even if the gray-haired young man tried his best to recall other memories, he could not make them disappear.
Not far behind him, there was an explosion.
Kashasha turned around and saw that thick smoke had risen above the exquisite villa, spreading out on the way up to form a twisted passage that seemed to be connected to the leaden gray low-hanging sky.
The security personnel in the villa area were rushing over to bypass him, like a stream bypassing a stubborn rock. Kashasha has lowered his hood, and he looks like any other fashionable young man who is not mainstream. The communicators that hang from the ears are more like harmless Bluetooth headsets than the communication devices of criminal organizations.
A few steps ahead, Kashasha's car is close at hand.
"Mission accomplished, sir."
"Well done, Kasha—"
The gray-haired young man directly pulled off the contactor.
The guardian's unfinished words twisted into a screeching noise of electricity. The headphones fell to the ground and were crushed. Following in their footsteps are tiny communicators with cameras attached to their collars.
With his other hand he took out the keys from his pocket.
Kashasha started the car, and the black Suzuki Swift sped past on the road. His glass was gradually blurred - it was rain, or snow flakes that had not yet formed.
The first sleet of this warm winter has finally arrived.
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Kashasha didn't know what he was going to do, but enough was enough.
The traffic was rolling and the light was red. He didn't want to stop, so he changed direction. Where to go? Maybe... the person he was following has been thrown away long ago. There are no bugs or locators on this car.
But where to go?
The gray-haired young man fell into confusion again.
The rickety stroller was still squeaking in his mind, so he just drove on the road by feel and avoided the camera - it was almost instinctive for him.
At least for now, the gentleman couldn't find him.
Kashasha's unfocused pure black eyes stared at his dashboard. The red icon kept beating, reminding him that the car was running out of gas.
If he didn't run around, but returned to the nursing home, he would pass a gas station on the way, which was just the right arrangement.
But that's different now.
He sat in the car for a minute and then opened the door.
Ice-cold snow particles mixed with rain poured down, but thanks to his glasses, Kashasha could see the falling gray sky. He lowered his head, closed the car door, and took a few steps forward, entering the baptism of rain and snow in all directions.
Where here? ...Forget it, it doesn't matter where it is.
He found a random direction based on his feeling and walked for a while. When he got tired, he sat on a bench on the street. Kashasha leaned back in his chair. Lift your head in a manner that prevents sleet from filling your nose.
The cold water was still washing over him, taking away the heat from his body until no more heat could be taken away. But he could still open his eyes and see the world that had been distorted by the extreme weather.
The gray-haired young man felt endless nothingness rising up from the abyss, dragging his limbs and bones...
There was no excitement, pain or hatred, only nothingness, the cold nothingness that enveloped this winter... He should be frozen, but on the contrary, Kashasha felt like he was melting.
Kashasha held his Colt, only one bullet was used, and there were still many left...
But before there was any movement, Kashasha heard someone walking in his direction with a clear goal.
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It's still coming down...
Obviously the weather forecast said snow, but it turned out to be sleet. It's colder than the simple former, but it doesn't leave behind as pleasing a view as the latter. Being stuck in the middle of the two will not please anyone.
Miyano Akemi was walking on the road holding an umbrella. She was almost stumped by the sudden rain and snow. Fortunately, there were extra umbrellas in the convenience store that could be lent to customers. Although they were not big, they were still enough to cover her. effect.
She hurried to the station and vaguely remembered that she had made an agreement with her boyfriend to watch the snow together this winter. But Zhu Xingda hasn't seen her for almost half a month.
Despite this, Miyano Akemi could receive text messages and calls from Rye Whiskey from time to time, and her movements were not restricted. She just didn't know what happened to the Maharaja.
After walking for a while, when approaching the station, Miyano Akemi suddenly stopped.
She saw a man sitting on a bench on the street.
He seemed to be paralyzed and unconscious. Drunk person? tramp? In such weather, sitting on the roadside like this will freeze to death...
Reasoning, Miyano Akemi knew it was best not to meddle in other people's business, but before she could react, she had already walked over. It's okay, even if she can't help directly, she can still help make emergency calls or contact family members.
Just after getting closer, Miyano Akemi knew that she had made a wrong judgment.
The guy sitting there is Kashasha.
The pale young man looked as if he was dead. His whole body was soaked and there were frost flowers on his glasses. His previously fluffy gray hair was stuck together by the rain and stuck to his ears, looking extremely miserable.
He was not a weakling in need of help, but a demon with a bad personality and bloody hands. Miyano Akemi knew that she should leave immediately, but a strange sense of déjà vu made her stop.
She suddenly felt that what she saw was more like a stray cat or dog. He was lying dying next to the trash can, his hair was messy, and he had given up on saving himself, so he was indifferent to the approach of humans.
But after hearing the noise, Kashasha opened his eyes slowly, and a trace of white mist symbolizing life finally lingered around his mouth and nose.
"Mr. Kawakami?" Miyano Akemi shouted tentatively.
The feeling of being close to stray cats and dogs disappeared as fast as Miyano Akemi's illusion. Kashasha put away his carefree sitting posture, which didn't look like he had lost control of his muscles. But he still seemed unconscious.
"What did you call me?" Kashasha whispered softly.
"Kawakami Tsumugi?"
Hearing this name, the gray-haired young man was stunned for a while. He seemed to be waking up from a deep dream, or falling into a deep dream.
"Uh...then Kashasha?" Miyano Akemi was unsure of the gray-haired young man's reaction.
"Well, it's all me."
Kawakami Tsumugi said, he suddenly raised his head and showed his usual gentle smile to Miyano Akemi, although this smile sent shivers down Miyano Akemi's spine and she subconsciously took a few steps back.
"It's funny, Ms. Miyano." Tsumugi Kawakami said lazily, "I'm glad to see you today, but...it seems that the bus you want to catch has arrived. If you are later, you will miss it~"
"What? Uh... I'll go first, Mr. Kawakami!"
Miyano Akemi glanced at the gray-haired young man again and quickly made the decision to run away. The thought of asking Kashasha about her boyfriend disappeared as soon as it came up.
This member of the organization is far more dangerous than he lets on, but Miyano Akemi always forgets this.
Maybe it was because of the previous contacts, Kashasha didn't show any obvious malice, at most it was just bad teasing.
I don’t know how this guy Kashasha figured out that she was going to catch the train. The station was obviously still some distance away from here...
Behind Miyano Akemi, Tsumugi Kawakami reflexively wanted to eat lemon candies, but then he realized that there were no lemon candies on him at all. There was only a cold Colt in his pocket.
Thinking of his thoughts when he lost his memory, Kawakami couldn't help but sneer.
"No matter what, welcome back, dear Kawakami Tsumugi." He whispered to himself.
