The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

The first day of training ended up being guns because: "You don't want to kill someone with a knife at night, do you?" Bourbon said.

Mr. A was taken to a shooting gallery. After Bourbon showed some kind of certificate, the staff brought a silver card with an abstract crow printed on it.

With this card, they can enter the underground part of the hall, which is a large training ground.

Bourbon threw him a pistol that was a little smaller than other models: "The Browning 9mm pistol has a short bullet and low recoil. The disadvantage is that the muzzle velocity is low, but it is enough for you."

Mr. A nodded, and when he received the gun, he subconsciously held the handle of the gun with his finger stuck on the trigger. When he realized it, he had already opened the safety and loaded the gun neatly.

what……

The black-haired boy lowered his gaze to Browning in his hand, and imperceptible confusion and pain flashed in his eyes. He raised his arm and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the distant target.

Why... use a gun?

Mr. A subconsciously recalled that the empty brain gave a pain response.

When he died, he should have graduated from high school and lived a happy life.It stands to reason that there should be no reason to come into contact with such things as guns.

Bourbon came behind him at some point, only 1.7 meters Mr. A was half a head shorter than him, the blond instructor suddenly lowered his head slightly, approached his ear, and whispered: "Aren't you going to shoot?"

Mr. A's hand paused indiscernibly, because of Bourbon's sudden opening.

He looked at the distant target again, raised the muzzle of the gun, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The recoil made him take half a step back, his shoulder touched Bourbon's chest, and the opponent's hand rested on Mr. A's other shoulder.

"So weak," Bourbon commented. "The posture is great, but the aim is totally off."

It's just that the body's repair is not completely over yet.

Mr. A moved his sore shoulder and retorted in his heart.

After that explosion, when this body was first put together, it would cause shortness of breath even after walking a few steps, and its skin seemed to be transparent, but now it is much better.

It's just that his skin is pale and his physical strength is a little weaker.

It will take another week to return to the mean.

Bourbon smiled and let go of his hand: "Then today's training should be replaced by physical exercise, pistol? Put the gun away by yourself, don't be discovered by others, remember to carry it with you."

Mr. A looked at him, and tilted his head in doubt: "Tonight?" Isn't he going to use a gun?That's why you have to train—that's what I said before.

Bourbon: "It's okay, just need to be able to shoot tonight, not accuracy."

After all, the muzzle of the gun is close to the temple, so no matter what happens, the shot won't go wrong, right?

He smiled slightly.

Of course he would not want to see Mr. A kill someone if he could, but he couldn't.

Rum was watching.

Then at least...don't let him face it alone.

When Mr. A came out of the shooting range, he almost collapsed.

It's the devil!Bourbon is the devil!

Every muscle of his is now overloaded!

Jun A is like a silk: "What should I use to complete the task like this?"

"Of course it's a gun." Bourbon said, "but your poor physical fitness is a bit beyond my expectation. After all, it's the first time I've done this kind of thing, and I'm a little bit hard...well, I'll be with you tonight Let's go together."

Mr. A: "Huh?"

"Anyway, this mission is just to test your guts, so I'll tie them up and you'll be responsible for the killing. It's an apology for my mistakes," Bourbon said.

-

Mr. Blanc's residence is a villa surrounded by trees and beautifully landscaped.His neighbor lives a kilometer away.

This means that everything that happens here is difficult to detect immediately.

Bourbon wore a navy blue sweater, jeans, and sneakers today, looking like a handsome college student.

so leisurely...

Mr. A is still struggling with the fact that he wants to kill someone. Seeing Bourbon like this, he suddenly feels extremely envious.

So, are you really going to kill...?

The handsome blond guy threw the signal jammer to Mr. A, then put on white gloves, smiled slightly and said, "Follow me, don't touch anything, fingerprints will be left."

"It's very troublesome to be targeted by the FBI."

At this time, he is not like a college student.

Mr. A sighed the huge influence of temperament on people, nodded to show that he understood, and followed Bourbon with a gun in his hand.

No... As expected, I still don't want to do it.

If this kind of thing happens in the comics, it will be called handsome, but if it happens in reality, it will only call the police.

[System: Then...]

[Jun A: I only have 100, please be merciful. 】

The system is as good as it is good, [then recommend this to you, the system hosts for 10 minutes, only 100 energy is needed, and it can complete anything you don't want to do yourself, whether it's housework or tasks. 】

The props this time were not directly introduced, but read out by the system. Jun A narrowed his eyes.

[Jun A: Does the headquarters allow your system to earn extra money? 】

[System: The rules are not specified, but they are acquiesced...Huh? 】

The door of the villa opened silently in Bourbon's hands, and the sound of lively laughter came to his ears.

Mr. A followed Bourbon into the light.

There were only the Blanc family, a total of 13 people, all gathered in one room to celebrate the birthday of the little princess at home.

Mr. A communicates with the system while observing the layout inside.

[The prices of commodities in the headquarters do not have an integer number. 】He explained a sentence and continued, 【So, if I complain to the headquarters, will you be judged as violating the rules? 】

system:……

[Theoretically so. 】

[Jun A: ...you will be bullied if you are so honest, Mr. System. 】

They followed the sound to an open door, and Mr. A saw the lively scene inside.

On the long dining table are elaborately cooked dishes, with a five-tiered big cake in the middle, and beautiful girls stepping on chairs.

With the ending of happy birthday to you, she blew out the candles on the cake.

There was warm applause.

The people inside didn't notice the unexpected visitor outside the door.

Mr. A stayed outside under Bourbon's signal.

As a flash bomb was thrown, the room fell into chaos. Mr. A lowered his head and leaned against the wall, without looking inside.

[Mr. A: I want to buy system hosting from Mr. System at the price of a little energy per minute. If you disagree, I will expose you to the headquarters. 】

【system:……】

[System: Please recite the request silently when hosting, relax your mind so that the system can take over, and will automatically return the control of the body after completion. 】

Mr. A curled his lips, [Thanks. 】

As an intelligence officer, Bourbon is actually not bad in his own right.What's more, the targets in it are a group of ordinary people, and they don't have weapons in their hands-who would bring a gun to a birthday party?

The inside was quickly resolved.

If it is not to keep alive, the speed will be even faster.

Among the 13 people, four are elderly people, two teenagers, a child, and a baby. The adults are two couples and a middle-aged man.

They fell to the ground in disarray, and Bourbon tied their hands with a rope.

Only Bronke was awake.

This man, who is decisive in business and only seeks profit, is in a mess at the moment.

"Who did you hire to kill me? Let's discuss, I will pay twice the price for my life, no, ten times, let me go, please!"

Bourbon tilted his head and switched to English: "Sounds good? A, what do you think?"

Mr. A's answer was to raise his gun.

The requirement is to complete the organization's tasks and hosting begins.

The system manipulated the body to open the safety and push the bullet into the chamber.

"No, no! You can't do this!" Mr. Blank shook his body excitedly, avoiding the black hole of the gun, "What do you want? I can give you everything I have! Money? Women? My company will give you too! Forgive-"

boom!

The black-haired boy looked indifferently at the man's body collapsed, and a small piece of blood from his brain spread.

The boy lowered his inorganic gray eyes, like a robot executing some kind of program, his pale fingers continuously pulled the trigger.

boom!boom!boom!boom……

Men, women, old people, children.

Both temples were pierced.

Accurate to the point where it's a little scary.

Bourbon looked at the boy with his back turned to him, and evaluated from the bottom of his heart.

Did you deliberately hide your clumsiness during the morning training?

Or……

click...

While aiming at the last girl, the trigger was pulled but no bullets were fired.

This kind of gun can be loaded with a maximum of forced bullets, and one bullet was used up in the morning, so there is just one bullet missing now.

Today's birthday girl wore a beautiful white dress. She was lying on the ground silently, her eyes were closed, and her face was ignorant and dazed.like a fragile rose.

The people who celebrated her birthday were all dead, the blood gushing from her body dyed the hem of her delicate skirt red, and her mother's corpse still showed a gesture of wanting to hug her.

The black-haired boy paused for a moment, and put away the Browning in his hand. Bob wanted to give him his gun, but he reached his waist, but the boy made a move first.

A hand-length dagger slipped from his sleeve—the same one Bourbon had handed to him during training that morning—and he held it, and then.

puff...

There was a slight sound of flesh being pierced. When the trachea was cut, the murderer avoided the artery, so only a small amount of blood spattered.

The black-haired executioner held a blood-dripping blade in his hand, turned around, his inorganic gray eyes faced the smoky purple.

A drop of blood that just splashed into the corner of his eye slid down his cheek, as if crying, adding a bit of compassion to those ruthless eyes like a program.

Blood almost spilled to his feet.

Requirement fulfilled.

After the system makes a judgment, the program is pulled away, the eyes are closed, and when they are opened again, it is Mr. A.

[System: 1 minute and 13 seconds, less than 1 minute will be counted as 1 minute, two points of energy, thank you for your patronage. 】

With his back to the thirteen corpses, Mr. A saw Bourbon's face when he regained consciousness.

He subconsciously evoked a smile: "Is it okay?"

Bourbon seemed to be frozen for a moment, and then smiled: "Ah, it's ok, I'm really surprised."

"You did very well."

It is Mr. System who did a good job.

Mr. A said silently.He hesitated for a while, and finally didn't look back, but just lowered his head to check his clothes, and found conspicuous marks on the trousers and neckline.

Cleaning up after the blood dries is a hassle, and he doesn't have a change of clothes.

Mr. A thought about the future of his streaking, and was a little troubled: "Senior Bourbon, is there any reward for this mission?"

Bourbon replied, "Well, it depends on Rum."

After all, Mr. A is Rum's direct subordinate.