The bosses cry and put down the butcher knife

Facts have proved that someone is still very reliable - 10 minutes later, a picture of a standard Japanese food set meal appeared on Oda Miyuki's mailbox page.

Due to the influence of the light and the level of the photographer, it is slightly blurred.

Oda Miyuki made a distinction, and confirmed that it was a genuine takeaway, not a posing for a photo found on the Internet.

[Anata: I'm starting——]

【Anata: Speaking of which, has Ms. Oda finished eating? 】

Oda Miyuki looked at his leftover paper bag, took a picture with his mobile phone, and sent it.

【Anata: It looks delicious. 】

【Me: It’s just the most common handmade sandwich. If you want to eat it, I’ll make it for you next time.Or if your company has no taboos, I can also package and send it. 】

【Anata: It's a pity, the company is very strict on the sending and receiving of packages [Tomato shed tears.jpg]. 】

Oda Miyuki thought about it, and probably could guess the reason.It's like when a film and television company receives incoming mail, it has to go through several screenings.

【Anata: Anyway, I wish Ms. Oda a prosperous career~】

【Me: Let me borrow your good words [Potato hugs fists.jpg]. 】

【Me: But the audition is tomorrow. Considering that we are all newcomers, the director gave us a day to prepare. 】

[Anata: If you need help, you can send me a message. I was also a member of the drama club when I was in school.Or can we talk on the phone at night, like after get off work? 】

【Me: Aren't you going to work overtime? 】

【Anata: ...Miss woo woo, don't mention this, I'm already trying to forget about it! 】

【Me: Alright, let’s talk about it later—remember to eat dinner first.But do what you can, don't cry like last time. 】

After Oda Miyuki replied to this passage, he thought of his boyfriend's face, and his rich facial expressions... It seems not surprising at all for the drama club or something.

[Me: If you don't work overtime, I'll talk to you about the character design at night.In fact, I still have no idea about how to act. 】

Oda Miyuki was telling the truth.

She knows that she does belong to the kind of person who "has some talent in acting", but she is by no means a genius to the point of epiphany on the spot.

Based on her understanding of herself and the two "competitors" who are not yet familiar, a better audition result is probably that she and the other party's acting skills are on par, at most slightly better.

The rest is up to luck.

After lunch, several people gathered in the studio again.After the three candidates got the script of "Sara Shuangshu", Director Ando checked the time and said that they could go back first.

Oda Miyuki had no intention of testing the "competitors". After saying goodbye to several directors and staff, he returned along the way he had come.

Although it was not in the plan, she was very happy to earn a free afternoon off.

Just in time to buy something in advance, Oda Miyuki thought.By the way, I would like to ask Asuke if I will go home for dinner tonight.

When passing by the waiting room with the name [Shimizu Mei] again, the girl's mood has slightly changed compared to when she came here.

In this huge film team, Mei Shimizu is just a supporting role with no merits and no faults.Without this accident, perhaps until the end of the whole filming, not many people would really remember her.

And now...

Oda Miyuki was in a trance for a short moment, and the pace that was moving straight forward at a constant speed was also stranded for a few seconds.

...The next moment, her pupils suddenly contracted, and at the same time, her body turned to the right.

Benedict.

There was a sound that could only be heard clearly at a very short distance, as if the door was pierced by something.

Accompanied by a trace barely visible to the naked eye, it wiped past the girl's eyes.

Jingle.

A second later, the sound of metal objects falling to the ground sounded in the corridor where there was only one person.

"..."

Oda Miyuki stood up straight, his narrowed pupils stared at the door in front of him, his facial features and body were equally stiff.

It wasn't until she heard the sound of metal impacting in her ears that she felt a thin layer of sweat leaking from her back.

Oda Miyuki's adoptive father, Oda Sakunosuke, has a strange ability that is hard to say whether it is tasteless——

"Heaven | Clothes are seamless".

This is a special ability that can predict the future for about five to six seconds and avoid it accordingly.This ability involving the "time" field sounds quite scary, but in actual applications, it often needs to be matched with a powerful instantaneous response speed.

Many years ago, when the young killer had just washed his hands, he had trained his adopted daughter in this regard.Although Oda Miyuki has been unfamiliar with it for a long time, it is something he has really learned after all.

Like driving and swimming, some skills, once mastered, are engraved in memory-related genetic code.

And this almost instinctive acuity allowed her to avoid a bullet that was shot directly at the forehead the moment the bullet passed through the door in front of her.

After penetrating the door panel, the bullet that missed the target made a shallow pit on the opposite wall, lost its force and fell to the ground.Oda Miyuki's eyes were pinned to the door, as if he wanted to see the people inside through the smoky hole.

In other words, see the murderer inside.

There is only one answer for the guy who appears at this place at this time and shoots at people who "just stay at the door for a while, not necessarily intending to go in".

——The murderer who killed "Qing Shuimei" was, at the very least, also a related person of the murderer.

"Tude."

When the second silenced bullet pierced through the door opening, the girl who had been standing there, as if petrified, moved instantly.

The trajectory of the bullet grazed her neck, and the heat from the friction burned two strands of hair.And Oda Miyuki took a step forward, holding the doorknob with his right hand at the same time, like pushing an unlocked door, pressing down hard.

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to be pulled.Unless this teenage girl has the strength to bend steel.

The man inside the door was half leaning on the desk, with the surveillance camera transferred to the room beside him.He looked at the situation in the corridor, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly.

I don't know if it's nervousness, or the expression of laughter.

As a member of the multinational group "Black Organization", this is the first time for Raki to come to Yokohama for business.In fact, if it is not forced, the entire organization has blossomed all over Japan, but they have unanimously avoided Yokohama by default.

Because, here is the headquarters of the port mafia.

The Port Mafia, an illegal underground organization that rose up in Yokohama, has grown to the level of a dark empire.Its forces spread across all walks of life, including judiciary, commerce, finance, and urban construction, and even included countless agencies and units in the Kanto region outside Yokohama, and its military strength has reached a scale comparable to that of a country.

Only this time, it was really a situation that had to be conflicted.

Mei Shimizu, who died a few hours ago, as a well-known new-generation actor in Japan, is actually a moderate leader of the Black Organization.The upper management trusted her a lot until it was discovered that she was an undercover agent of a certain party.

This is an undercover agent dug out again by the Black Organization, and there is no clear answer to which side she belongs to.

So Lackey was sent out to find out who the other party's real boss was while serving as a "scavenger".

"If you really can't get the evidence, you can give up the second part of the mission." His boss said, "But don't leave any traces, let alone alert the port mafia."

This sentence means that even if the task cannot be completed, it must be done cleanly.

Just like it is now.

Lackey fired the second bullet, and was a little surprised that the opponent not only did not run away, but took a step forward.

The man standing in the room holding a gun and aiming at the door recalled the girl's face again in his memory, but he still couldn't match any known face.

At the moment when all kinds of special abilities are rampant, even minors who seem to be harmless still need a certain degree of vigilance.

Before coming to Yokohama this time, Lackey got a local attention list from his boss, which recorded most of the known "special abilities".

Lackey was very sure that the seemingly powerless girl in front of her was not in the roster.

but……

The moment Oda Miyuki pressed the doorknob, the third bullet was shot out of the gun.

"Boom!"

With a blunt sound that was much heavier, the bullet was stuck whole in the door.Meanwhile, the door, which should have been locked from the inside, was pushed open as easily as any unguarded door.

click.

With the friction sound of the trigger, the fourth bullet rushed straight to Oda Miyuki's waist.This position is different from the head, and it may not be fatal immediately, but...

In such a short distance, it is also difficult to hide.

The girl looked at the direction the bullet was coming from, but her expression was not like any one Lackey had ever seen—nervous, completely unable to react, or vigilant with ease.

It's like she's just... just watching.

It's like watching someone walk towards you, or looking up on the sidewalk and seeing a stranger say hello to her.

Then she turned slightly sideways, dodging the bullet at an angle theoretically close to the limit of her body.

At the same time, he curled up and hid behind the cabinet in the opposite direction.

Missed the next bullet that almost came after him.

This was the fifth missed bullet, and it was also the most inexplicable mistake in Lackey's shooting career over the years.

Things are not going well... ah.

Obviously nothing has happened yet, but the man who has been in the underworld for many years and climbed all the way to his current position on the border of life and death, still has a vague thought out of instinct.

He looked at the girl who was six or seven meters away from him, several thoughts in his brain crazily rotated, and finally made up his mind.

Although it may be a false alarm, but...

One second it was pointing directly at the muzzle of the target, and the next second it fell back to its original position.And the man got up within two seconds, swiped his right hand from under his left elbow, and pulled out a dull dagger——

Pounce on the girl who is close at hand!

Lackey is used to using guns, and his marksmanship is so precise that he ranks among the top [-] in the black organization.

But few people know that this man who was born as a "sharp shooter" has a personality called "sensitivity enhancement".

Strengthen some organs of the body, including muscles and bones, and increase to more than three times the normal level in a short period of time.

This is an ability that is more suitable for melee and escape than gunfights.

It is also a hole card that he never shows easily.