My undercover organization eats jujube pills

When I arrived with my violin case on my back, Bourbon and Scotland were already waiting for me.

By the way, I saw two cars downstairs, and through the license plate numbers, I confirmed that they belonged to Bourbon and Scotland respectively—then the question is, these two people are obviously together, why should they drive separately? ?

"You're too slow." Bourbon glanced at me, and brushed his hair with one hand - when he brushed his hair, his hormones burst, and his whole body exuded the charm of a mature man.

I actually felt a slight sense of being seduced.

Hold on, as an undercover agent, I can't be easily swayed by beauty!

"Sorry, I was wrong." I apologized cleanly.

Bourbon froze for a moment.

He originally wanted to continue preaching, but he didn't expect the sincerity and speed of my apology today-for the sake of the extremely comfortable visual experience he brought me.

His eyes were fixed on my attire—a black windbreaker lined with Ukiyo-e prints, black sunglasses, black clothes, black trousers, and black leather shoes.

"I'm not a good thing" written from head to toe.

"What are you dressed up for?" His face darkened.

"Standard social dress!" I answered him with a serious expression, "It's always like that in TV dramas! It's just that I didn't perm the nose of the plane, that hairstyle is too ugly."

"...Take off the windbreaker, sunglasses, and gloves for me." Bourbon covered his eyes and said, "Stop watching those messy eight o'clock soap operas, now you look like a mentally handicapped elementary school student who steals other people's clothes."

"???" I got angry, "Are you insulting my IQ or my beauty?"

"Obviously." Scotland said in a relaxed tone, "He is insulting your IQ and appearance."

Double whammy from Scotland.

I pretended to cry and said, "You two cruel men!"

With tears in my eyes, I took off my windbreaker, sunglasses and gloves, and decided that as long as I went out with Bourbon, I would call him dad whenever I saw anyone, to see if this man could find a girlfriend.

Scotland continued to stare at the target, and Bourbon explained the details of the mission to me: "The target is in that office building, and you are in charge of long-range sniping."

He paused.

"If you can't do it, it's up to me and Scotland to finish it."

I looked up and stared at him, "I can do it."

Of course I can.If you can't do it, you will probably be persuaded to leave the organization by this cruel man like Bourbon.

"What do you know?" He clicked his tongue and tapped my head. This is your last chance. "

Last Chance - The last chance to stay in the organization and the last chance to leave the organization.

After a moment of stunned, I understood.

In Bourbon's view, I haven't killed anyone yet, and I haven't had blood on my hands, so I still have a chance to return to a normal life; once I kill someone, the door to a normal life will be closed to me forever Now, I can only go to the dark one way.

There are countless doors that can be opened in a person's life, but he can only choose the path behind one of them.

The door of ordinary people's life has been closed to me from the beginning to the end. Since I was born in the laboratory, there has been no such way as "ordinary people's life".

Although I consider myself to be just an ordinary Japanese junior high school student——no, it should be said to be an ordinary Japanese elementary school student now?

I took out the sniper rifle from the violin box and set it up by the window.

Bourbon's eyes fell on the violin case, he turned his head and asked Scotland: "Should girls develop some elegant hobbies?"

Scotland hesitated to answer: "Yes...but..."

Under Bourbon's smile, Scotland silently swallowed the word "unnecessary".

I have a bad premonition, Bourbon, a cruel man, must want to torture me again!

I looked at Bourbon warily, "What do you want?"

"Do you want to learn the violin?" He raised his chin towards the opened violin case.

I was as angry as a silk: "Thank you... If you don't study, I'm buried."

Bourbon smiled softly, "It's beyond your control."

???

Grass, I quit!I'm going against the water now!Which gangster wants to cultivate the elegant hobbies of the low-level people? !

"He's sitting at his desk."

Scotland suddenly said.

I quickly adjusted the scope to focus, and looked over with one eye on the magnifying glass.The man who was the target of the task was probably working overtime in the company, and only his office in the office building was still lit.

The desk is right by the window, and when he sat down, his back was facing us.

I focused and aimed at the back of the task target's head.

I didn't shoot, because I felt that the mission objective was a bit strange... There was a very faint smell of blood in the air.

Bourbon probably thought it was my first time killing people, and took my refusal to shoot as hesitation.

He came over, wrapped his arms around me from behind me, and then wrapped mine with his too slender hands compared to mine.

His hair fell on my shoulders and ears, and his warm breath sprinkled my ears, and I could smell the faint smell of cedar on his body.

"Don't be nervous..." His lowered voice was a little hoarse, and I saw his lowered eyebrows and eyes from the corner of my eye, and his expression turned out to be rare and gentle.

"Just aim like this...don't move. Then, shoot."

He guided me patiently, letting go of my hand when it came to shooting.

I'm embarrassed to tell him that I'm not shaking because I'm afraid of shooting and killing... It's because you're so close to me that makes me so nervous!

No man has ever been this close to me since I was a child.

Oh, Accelerator's grumpy old man counts as one, but our close encounters are all because of my active or passive abuse.

Thinking about the life I lived in Academy City, it was simply not human.

Even though Accelerator seemed to be weakened for some reason later, I didn't succeed in counter-killing him.

It's true that Accelerator has become weaker, but I haven't become stronger.

I still can only be beaten to the point of crying by him.

It is a tragedy where those who hear it are sad and those who see it cry.

From the underground garage of that office building, a flamboyant blue Maserati slowly drove out. I gave this luxury car a little attention and then continued to focus on the mission target.

I took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

boom.

I heard a slight sound muffled by the muffler.

I realized something was wrong the moment the mission target was headshot—that was a person who had died a long time ago, not the mission target at all!

No wonder I smelled blood in the air before... It seems that at that time, this person became the scapegoat for the mission target.

Not only I have discovered this, but Bourbon and Scotland, who have been observing with telescopes, have also discovered it.

At the same time, the three of us thought of the flamboyant blue Maserati that was slowly driving out of the garage just now.

This is a misunderstanding. Would a person targeted by the organization drive such a high-profile car?Of course ordinary people wouldn't, this behavior is equivalent to wearing a lantern in the dark as conspicuous.

"Walk."

Without Bourbon opening his mouth, I had put away my sniper rifle and ran downstairs.

These two people are one step faster than me by virtue of their long legs.Damn, if I could use super powers, I would have flown directly there!

Bourbon had already started the car, and he turned on the passenger seat and said to me, "Come on, get in."

I didn't doubt him, and got into Bourbon's car obediently.When I closed the door, I met Scotland, who was driving another car, for a second...

I am not wrong, right?Why did this man show such a pitiful expression?

"Fasten your seat belt," Bourbon reminded me.

"Okay," I complained while promising him to wear a seat belt, "I never thought gangsters would be so law-abiding..."

"I'm here for your own good."

Bourbon gave me a playful grin.

The author has something to say: Yayoi: Even if I die, if I jump from here, I will never ride in a Bourbon car again! ! !

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