Luo Shengmeng has no feelings today

Mr. R, now 19 years old, is a world-class killer with a 100% mission success rate, but his whereabouts are a mystery, and it is quite difficult to find him. Unless he is a close friend with a good relationship, he can basically only look for a needle in a haystack on the black market, and release the commission with little hope. Ling, I hope that the mysterious Mr. R will be interested in taking the order.

Unlike ordinary killers, Mr. R's threshold for accepting commissions is higher than 01:30.

The pay is good, the missions have to be challenging, and the jobs don't target innocent civilian women and children who don't live in the other world.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Mr. R won't kill women and children, he just won't take the initiative to target them, but if necessary, for example, if he is caught in some important scene and needs to be silenced, he will definitely not Will be soft.

Otherwise, Mr. R would not have achieved what he is today.

Then, as a student of this Mr. R, Akutagawa was also taught this truth.

[Although our target is a black market dealer who sells arms to the mafia, his wife and children are just ordinary people. ]

Sicily, nine o'clock at night.

On the roof of the tallest building nearby, the black-haired, black-eyed child carefully opened the violin case he carried with him, took out the parts of the sniper rifle, assembled them quickly, and placed them firmly on the edge of the roof.

There is a communicator attached to his ear.

[In about 10 minutes, the target will go to the study on the top floor of the villa, and his wife and daughter will follow. There is basically no risk of revealing your identity if you snipe from a long distance. Can it be done?Ryunosuke? ]

"Yes, I can, Mr. R."

The night wind blowing from a high place with a stiff face, dressed in black, almost completely blending into the night, Akutagawa Ryunosuke held the sniper rifle seriously with those immature, small but not soft hands, adjusted the magnifying scope, and turned the gun Aim at the window where the target will appear.

Stand still and concentrate.

[Don't worry, it's only less than three hundred yards away, just follow your usual training. ]

The other side.

He could have easily solved it by himself, but deliberately chose the most troublesome way to collect information, and Mr. R, who deliberately gave students the opportunity to practice, hid not far from the target villa.

His purpose of lurking around is to make second-hand preparations for the failure of Akutagawa's mission. After all, it is one thing to give students practice opportunities, and another to succeed in his own mission.

At any rate, he took on the mission in his own name, and Mr. R, who is a little bit of a perfectionist, didn't really want his mission record to be stained.

As time passed by, Mr. R looked at his watch for a while, and then pressed the communicator next to his ear.

[Sir, the target appears. ] Akutagawa murmured.

Mr. R said: "Very good, shooting status?"

[Downwind, tilted 60 degrees, wind speed... well, level four, if it is level four, it is between 5.5m/s-7.9m/s. ]

The boy jerky judged the wind speed by the swaying range of the surrounding trees and the rolled up leaves on the ground, and then finely adjusted the angle of the muzzle. His big dark eyes did not dare to blink, staring quietly at the magnifying glass, and then His pale fingers curled up slightly, and he squeezed the trigger.

[aim--]

boom--

The sniper bullet flew out of the muzzle of the gun with lightning speed, and the sound of piercing through the air exploded.

The sound of shattering glass windows and women's screams resounded through the night.

The bullet went right through the target's head.

Mr. R, who was standing nearby and heard the scream, couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, snorted, held down his hat, turned around and stepped into the shadows.

[Ren, the task is completed, Mr. R. ]

In the communicator, the child Akutagawa was stunned for a moment, and then he spoke immediately. He was trying very hard to make his immature voice calm and natural, but his immature cover still revealed his true thoughts through his tone of voice.

Mr. R knew it almost without thinking, that little child who always pretended to be an adult must have bright eyes at this time, standing upright nervously, waiting for his own evaluation.

"Stupid! Hurry up and retreat for me, you must be frozen in place, right?"

Mr. R pointed out the key points unceremoniously, "It is only less than three hundred yards away. Experienced bodyguards can confirm your approximate location by looking at the gun holes on the glass. Have I taught you? Don't be careless!"

[Yes Yes!I'm very sorry, Mr. R. ]

A hurried apology came from the communicator, followed by the rustling of things being packed.

After Mr. R finished speaking, he did not leave immediately. He temporarily turned off the communicator, took the lead in finding the opportunity to sneak into the villa, confirmed with his own eyes that the target was really dead, and then left quietly.

In comparison, sniping is one of the most commonly used methods by new killers, because it is safe enough and easy to evacuate, but also, sniping has strict requirements on technology, and the farther the distance, the worse the accuracy, the most important of which is The problem is that there is no way to confirm the condition of the corpse. Did it really kill the target?Is it the person who died or the substitute?Unlike the close-up assassination that can adapt to the situation, there are too many variables in long-range sniping, and the requirements for intelligence and timing are too high.

Therefore, the better the killer, the more likely he will choose the assassination target closer to him—of course, this is not absolute. For killers, there is no fixed method, and the correct way is to choose the appropriate method for the appropriate situation.

……

Ryunosuke Akutagawa was frantically dismantling the parts of the sniper rifle and putting them back into the violin case spread out aside.

After packing up as quickly as possible, Akutagawa carried the piano box on his back, and the young child stepped on the edge of the building and jumped down without hesitation.

"Rashomon!"

The ability to instantly change into a rope, one end grabs the edge of the roof as a point of strength, the other end wraps around the owner's waist, gently swings the opponent into the air, moves quickly between buildings one after another, and finally lands firmly in an alley landing.

The young child wrapped the scarf around his neck slightly, exhaled hot air, loosened his body that was a little stiff due to maintaining a posture for a long time, and then took a step forward to meet Mr. R.

……

Ten thirty in the evening.

"Walk."

During the reconciliation, Mr. R, who had just finished talking with his employer, drove over in a car. He rolled down the window and let Akutagawa get in the car, "I'll take you to find black markets and bars, and then I'll introduce you to some intermediaries. , most of the tasks of newcomers can be taken from them, and the rewards are not bad.”

"Yes."

Akutagawa hugged the violin case tightly in his arms, and obeyed the arrangement seriously.

Sicily is the starting point of Mr. R's debut as a killer. His contacts here are extensive. Almost all gangsters have heard of this famous Mr. R. There are countless mafia families who want to recruit him, even the biggest mafia in Sicily. The party-Vongola's current Eight Generations have all offered olive branches to it.

Invitations from other mafia families were all ignored, but Mr. R did meet with Yadaimu and talked for a while, after that, the eighth generation of Vengley no longer insisted on inviting Mr. R to join the Vongola family. And the young killer seems to have given his personal contact information to the Yatsudaime, and the two parties occasionally establish an equal cooperative relationship.

Mr. R's 100% assassination success rate record is one of the best in the world's assassin industry, and he is admired by many members of the Sicilian Mafia.

And Mr. R like this actually brought a child to visit several public strongholds in the other world one after another tonight.

He was also the intermediary who introduced him to various public strongholds of the Sicilian Mafia as his own student.

He didn't reveal anything, just introduced his identity, but no one dared to underestimate the dark-haired kid beside Mr. R.

That's Mr. R's student.

You must not be deceived by appearance, maybe... no, it must be a genius like Mr. R.

Many people from the other world who witnessed the two figures were whispering.

If Akutagawa came here by himself, he would definitely not get such fear, and might even be ridiculed and despised.

"This is the resource I can give you as a teacher, but whether you can use it for yourself depends on your own strength."

It was already two o'clock in the morning on the way back, and Mr. R forced himself to listen to the co-pilot, but the drowsy child could be seen saying to the naked eye, "Many people will look at you differently for my sake. You give preferential treatment, but there will also be many people who will target you."

"After all, I don't have many enemies at all, and because of me, you will be hostile by many people."

"And from now on, although I will continue to teach you, in daily life, I will no longer deliberately protect you. You have to be vigilant all the time and pay attention to details. As long as you don't clean up the traces behind you once, I'm afraid you will die." Being approached, attacked and hunted down, the risk of death has doubled. For a long time in the future, you will have to advance as a killer on the tip of the knife. Before you grow strong enough, life will probably be impossible. Way to calm down."

"You are only nine years old, do you have any regrets?"

The young man in the suit asked this question, but he asked when all the dust had settled and Akutagawa could no longer look back.

Mr. R is a very good and versatile killer.

Whether it is the killing skills, or the grasp of other people's psychology and character.

He is not at all curious about Akutagawa's answer, after all, what is the need to look forward to when he already knows the answer?

"No." Akutagawa shook his head as expected, he perked up, opened his dark eyes, and quietly looked at the teacher beside him, "I was introduced in the name of Mr. R."

"I... will definitely not live up to my teacher's name."

The boy hugged the violin case tightly in his arms, but his face was full of calmness and seriousness instead of confusion, "I will learn everything Mr. R taught me, and then become stronger, become stronger, until I can truly stand behind the teacher."

"So, please allow me to assist you, Mr. R."

Mr. R snorted and laughed.

He stretched out his broad and slender hands with calluses, and rubbed the head of the boy sitting in the co-pilot.

"Assist me?"

Mr. R disliked it very shamelessly, "You are still far behind, brat."

"Yes." Akutagawa obediently pressed his head, lowered his head slightly, and said seriously, "I will continue to work hard...so, please give me this chance."

Mr. R didn't answer this time.

Akutagawa was a little frustrated.

Three in the morning.

Mr. R went around and finally parked the car near his safe house in Sicily.

Akutagawa, who was young and mentally weak, had fallen asleep in the car.

The young man in the suit got out of the car, walked to the co-pilot, took the little child out with one hand, and carried his own suitcase and Akutagawa's violin case with the other.

"... Mr. R?"

"woke up?"

Mr. R just used the key to open the door of the safe house, put the little guy on the bed in the room, and covered someone with a quilt by the way, but the child opened his eyes in a daze.

"It's early." Mr. R glanced at the time, and patted Akutagawa's head again, "Go on to sleep, you have to train tomorrow, you can't do without replenishing your energy."

Beside the teacher's familiar breath, Akutagawa fell asleep again without vigilance, and Mr. R planned to take a bath.

"Ah, speaking of—"

The black-haired, dark-eyed young man who went to the closet to search for a change of clothes suddenly remembered something. He walked to the bed again, bent down, and reached the little guy's ear.

"I forgot to say, you did a good job in your first assassination today."

"..."

Akutagawa immediately opened his eyes, and got up in a daze.

After Mr. R finished speaking, he entered the bathroom, completely indifferent to the students who were woken up by his words.

Black-haired and black-eyed, only the child with snow-white temples looked dazed, but slowly grabbed the quilt with his hands. After a while, he slid down into the quilt, and curled up and shrunk his body.

Under the quilt, the young child stared blankly with round dark eyes, and the drowsiness completely disappeared. After a while, he came back to his senses, and his eyebrows and eyes were rarely raised.

——He showed a small, almost invisible smile very happily.