The red side is always blocking my dog ​​leash

As Japan's leading metropolis, Tokyo has far more filthy places than expected under the bustle. There are countless abandoned factories and unfinished buildings for various reasons. People care.

At this moment, a chase gun battle was taking place. With the sparks from the friction between the tires and the ground, the light yellow painted Toyota in the front nearly completed a drift and cornering, and the bullet shot through the rear windshield. Embedded seat.

A man with short silver hair was riding a motorcycle and was biting behind him. He controlled the car with one hand, with the headlights turned on to the maximum, and a pistol in the other hand. However, due to poor vision at night and uneven roads, most bullets All of them were shot empty, leaving only a few bullet holes in the car body, and the wheels were unscathed.

It was inconvenient to reload in this situation, and he stopped shooting when there were only three bullets left.

The guy he was chasing wasn't a very good car, and the Toyota had been pitted from multiple mis-hits, and the gap between them was shrinking.

The man who felt that he had the chance to win had a bloody smile on his face. The distance between them was shortened to less than ten meters. Even if he closed his eyes, he could still shoot at this moment.

The wind in May was still cold, the moon slowly emerged from the clouds, and the cold light illuminated the man's ferocious face.

The moment he raised his gun to aim, the right window of the Toyota in front of him lowered, and a hand stretched out from inside. The intuition trained in life and death made him subconsciously turn the handlebar, and the motorcycle slanted suddenly, leaving bullets on the side of his face. A long bloodstain.

Good marksmanship.

As expected of... Tiao Zi's lackey.

He controlled the motorcycle to keep moving, the distance was still shortening, and the front tires almost reached the level with the rear of the car very quickly.

The motorcycle was in a blind spot behind the left rear of the Toyota. The oppressive gunshots missed the target. The man sneered and shot through the side window of the rear seat of the Toyota.

Shooting the wheels at this distance and causing the vehicle to lose control is likely to involve him, so he plans to jump into the car to confront him head-on.

Toyota slammed its tail, and the man who had expected it easily avoided it. When he was about to jump out of the car, he was shocked to find that Toyota did not return to the original route as expected.

The light yellow painted car spun in circles as if out of control.

Accompanied by the screech of brakes, it slammed into the motorcycle, which took off on the spot, and even the killer with short silver hair was thrown into the sky.

When he got up in a disheveled state, he looked up and found a small reflection of upstairs in the distance.

There are snipers there.It was the other party who shot the tire.

Although their goal is the same, in this case they are not companions, but competitors.

The bullets from the sniper rifle easily penetrated the outer shell of the Toyota, and the people inside had to open the door to get out of the car, and quickly rolled to hide in the blind spot of sight.

The one on the motorcycle is Ireland, and who is the sniper who suddenly appeared?

Ley?

Scotland... is actually Mr. A. He exhaled, pushed out the cartridge case, and then reloaded the bullets one by one. Not only was the movement not smooth, but he also looked a bit stupid.

Although Japan's police use is also a revolver system, Yoshi Akizawa has almost never used it, and the number of shots fired is only a handful.What's more, it has been reloaded, so he is very uncomfortable with it.

But I have to use it.

Gin didn't intend to come back, I don't know if there is something Toru Amuro wrote in it.

In short, now Mr. A can only rely on his own efforts. At this moment, Qiu Zeyao is already waiting on the rooftop of fate. As planned, Mr. A brought a tool man and pretended to be chased all the way to meet up, but now something unexpected happened. other than the situation.

Who is the sniper in that building?

If it was really Shuichi Akai, then Toru Amuro, who hooked up with him, must be here as well.

In other words, the fake message he sent with Zhu Fu Jingguang's mobile phone was found out, and the other party was not misled by him, and the originally estimated 10-[-] minutes of action time-void.

Members of the group in Tokyo, who else can hit the tire of a moving car from 450 yards at night.

Mr. A wiped his broken forehead when the vehicle lost control, and his lips were tightly pressed.In fact, he didn't have to go to the trouble of avoiding those two people at all.

Because it is difficult to connect with him in this incident, the white ghost who did it was not Mr. A, and he carefully avoided any possibility of exposure when he was disguised as Zhu Fu Jingguang. The only doubt is A who is not painful. Jun didn't go to class today, he can play truant at home to fool him, or he can choose not to, because it doesn't matter anyway.

He just... felt that Amuro couldn't see these things, the dead body of his best friend, or a blood flower accompanied by the sound of a gunshot.

Give him a little more time, and the low-level personnel recruited by Mr. A will be able to quickly complete the mopping up. By the time the other party receives the news that the traitor has been dealt with, the body will have already been buried underground somewhere nearby.

At the same time, an email from a friend will basically overturn the fact that the traitor is dead, and there will not even be a time difference during this period.

If that person is really Shuichi Akai——

A figure stood on the edge of the roof, his white hair tied up in a cold glow under the moonlight. He looked down at the deserted street below. A man wearing a black baseball cap and a windbreaker with a stand-up collar of the same color passed by in a hurry. He looked left and right, but never looked up.

not him……

Akizawa Yo breathed a sigh of relief and recognized this person as Calvados.The reason why it was only half loose was because this guy was Belmode's well-known licking dog.

If he came here, if there was no sign from Belmode, Akizawa Yao would not believe it.

Was it for the white ghost?

Where did that woman get the news from?

Qiu Zeyao jumped back to the inner side of the roof when the rapid gunshots came from below, and hid quietly in the dark.

He moved his fingers that were slightly stiff due to the low temperature.

Calvados, the cannon fodder that appeared in the full moon chapter of the main line, Ireland, the original character in the theater version, if you choose to kill one of these two people, it is of course the latter.

So even though Mr. A's actual combat ability is not up to the level of a one-on-two counter-kill - not to mention using an unfamiliar weapon - he still concentrated his firepower on Ireland as much as possible, just in case .

When he chose this person at first, it might be that he meant to directly abolish him, such as hemiplegia... or something like that.

After all, one less protagonist in the theatrical version can also be less dangerous. The famous scene of Gin driving a helicopter to shoot down the Tokyo Tower - hey, it's better not to appear.

Therefore, plans are better than changes.

boom!

After persevering for a long time, Toyota was finally pierced through the fuel tank and was completely scrapped in the explosion.

The fire illuminated the surroundings, and the two people who had gathered here for the same purpose also saw each other clearly. They obviously didn't know each other. Calvados glanced at the embarrassed Ireland with disdain. The latter was unwilling to grit his teeth. But knowing that he was injured, he couldn't compete with the opponent who was in good condition. Under the threat of Calvados, he threw it away, raised his palms inward, and signaled to give up.

The target is already showing signs of fatigue. No matter how good the opponent's aim is, a single shot can only hide and hide under the intensive firepower. He is not like that silver-haired unknown guy who dared to come here with only a conventional weapon Hunt down the traitor.

Calvados snorted and reloaded the gun in his hand.

He chased the target who was tired of hiding and came to a relatively intact downstairs. His sniper rifle was placed on the roof of the building obliquely in front of him. He was not sure whether the other party was intentional or a coincidence. Press the trigger, and the continuous bullets force the target into the building.

Ha, the mouse is at a dead end.

The smile at the corner of his mouth froze when it was about to take shape. He heard the sound of approaching vehicles coming from behind in the night, and his brain flooded with hormones finally cooled down—the mission Belmode gave him was not to kill people.

Wait, maybe it's white hair. The guy's hair color just now seems to be similar to silver hair, and it looks no different from white hair at night.

The one who has been chasing the target to here is also the same person, even the information of Belmode was a step behind, and he was intercepted here by taking a shortcut.

The corners of his lowered mouth were raised again, and he entered the building without hesitation.

This is his chance to perform.

A guy who escaped under the noses of the organization for four days and finally died in his hands, Belmode will definitely value him more.

He excitedly followed the footsteps of Scotland. He kicked the rusty door open. After hiding in a blind spot to avoid the initial shooting, he couldn't wait to rush to the balcony. There were no obstacles here, and he was only 20 meters away from the target. about.

Calvados has already been replaced as expected, and it is almost impossible to shoot at this distance.

But he shot sideways, or in other words, the opponent made a dodge the moment he aimed, and he subconsciously shifted the muzzle, but it was a fake move.He was too excited, and unnecessary emotions clouded his judgment.

The opponent rolled to the right with a short body, put his back against the protruding wall of the roof and quickly regained his balance, and then raised his gun——

They fired a bunch of projectiles, most of which missed, but some of them hit the opponent's body. The blood stained on the dark clothes was not very obvious. Judging from the result, the left arm and part of the torso should be injured. This is obviously the target. On purpose.Because he is right-handed, these injuries will not affect his ability to use a gun.

Calvados' pupils shrank into needles in an instant. After the previous confrontation, he was very clear about this man's marksmanship. The time to aim was almost zero, but it was terrifyingly accurate. If he held the same gun in his hand, I'm afraid The bodies are getting cold now.

Not to mention the current distance——

Can you escape?In which direction to hide?Will it be predicted?

boom!

Calvados opened his eyes wide. He quickly turned and looked in the direction of the gunshots. His eyes only caught a moonlight-like afterimage.

White, cleaner and brighter than silver—

He has always been devoted to Belmode in the organization, and he has forgotten most of the other things, but at this moment he suddenly remembered the rumors he had heard before.

It turned out that the person Belmode drew his attention to was the white ghost.

"Ah!" Realizing that the mission of the goddess was about to fail, the man immediately came back to his senses.

However, no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't see that flashing figure. Since the other party could appear here quietly, it was easy to leave.

The sound of stepping on the fire stairs suddenly sounded quickly, and Calvados became vigilant, temporarily putting aside his grief, and in the direction where the gun was aimed, a man came up.

Those dark green eyes swept across him, and when they landed on the person leaning against the wall at the edge, it seemed that a layer of solid ice had condensed inside.

Calvados curled his lips and said: "Don't look at it, you just died, you are late."

The other party looked at him again: "Did you kill him?"

"I really want to." The reality is, if it wasn't for that person's sudden attack, he would be the one who was killed.

Calvados put away his gun, and even though he didn't hold out much hope, he still asked, "Hey, did you see a guy with white hair when you came?"

The fire stairs are on the side of the building, and the person descended from the stairs inside, so it is unlikely to encounter him.

"No..." The other party stepped towards the edge of the roof, squatted down in front of Scotland, pressed his fingertips against the carotid artery, and quickly withdrew his hand.