Chapter 23 Chapter 23 You are no longer useful

Although Olga didn't look unhappy and even seemed very happy, Amuro Toru couldn't help but feel worried about her looking like this in such a cold weather.

"Hmm..." Olga squinted her eyes comfortably like a cat basking in the afternoon sun, letting Amuro Toru wipe her head. "A classmate who was cleaning upstairs accidentally poured water out the window, and it splashed on me."

"...Really?" Amuro Toru remained noncommittal. Given Olga's personality, if that were the case, she wouldn't be in such a good mood right now.

"Really, really." Olga shook her head, took the blanket from Amuro Toru and wrapped herself up, trying to skip the topic by acting coquettishly, "Zero, let's go home quickly. I want to take a bath, I'm freezing!"

Olga said so, and Amuro Toru didn't ask any more questions. He just started the car and drove towards his residence. He glanced at Olga through the rearview mirror several times, and after confirming that she was in a good mood, he completely let her go.

Maybe I didn't pay attention to the proper manners when playing with my good friends, thought Amuro Toru.

*

On the way home, Olga kept humming a cheerful tune that Amuro Toru couldn't understand, and even when she went to the bathroom, she jumped there.

Toru Amuro looked at Olga's back and shook his head helplessly, then picked up all the clothes she had thrown on the ground and put them into the laundry basket.

Although these clothes were bought not long ago, based on Amuro Toru's understanding of Olga, she would not wear them again. He guessed that the coat she wore out this morning but now disappeared had probably been thrown into a trash can.

So, Toru Amuro planned to wash the clothes and donate them to a nearby church.

*

Olga immersed herself in the bathtub. The warm water and the fragrance of the bath ball relaxed all the muscles in her body, and even her brain became a little dizzy.

What good luck.

Olga reached out and poked the little yellow duck floating on the water.

What does it mean when you feel sleepy, someone gives you a pillow?

Olga was just worrying about how to kill a few classmates without being discovered by the organization, when the scapegoat Mike came to her door.

When she came to New York a few months ago, she had secretly hidden some wooden magazines and ammunition, and now she could just "give" them to Mike to use a knife to kill him.

"Ah, my luck is so good today~"

Olga has never been someone who can swallow her anger. She is very vindictive.

As for Mike?

Olga turned over in the bathtub, folded her arms and rested her head on the edge of the tub.

She looked at the mist curling up in the bathroom, and her lips curled up in a good mood.

As for Mike—

The murderer of the campus barn shooting case - someone with a mental state like Mike would most likely be shot dead on the spot by the police.

In this way, Olga, the mastermind behind the bullying, will never be discovered. Even if an investigation is organized, the only story that will be revealed is that "the poor little girl who was bullied could no longer bear it and eventually went astray."

Having completed his "mission", Mike is no longer useful.

Olga uttered a sigh of satisfaction.

Plan pass.

*

Olga's plan has a few minor flaws.

The last class before lunch break was physical education, the kind that the entire grade participated in. Students didn't have to practice any sports, they just played whatever they liked, even if it was just walking around the playground in groups of three or five.

Olga was alone as usual. She stood in the shadow under the eaves in the corner, shielding her forehead with her hands to block the glaring but cold sunlight, and her eyes wandered around the playground.

"What are you doing here, piece of shit?"

It was Andrew's voice, accompanied by the laughter of men and women.

Olga looked up and saw Mike standing in front of Andrew and his group under the basketball hoop at the other end of the playground. He was wearing an old gray woolen coat with one hand in his pocket.

"This is our territory!" Andrew threw the basketball at Mike's face. "Oh~~~ poor little Mike, what's that look in your eyes, huh?"

Mike was wearing glasses with broken lenses. The basketball hit his face and the frame cracked with a "click". The sharp metal fracture left a long bloody mark on his temples.

But Mike still stood there motionless, like a heartless sandbag.

"...Aiken," Mike's voice trembled a little, but he still forced himself to look directly into Andrew's eyes and said to him at the top of his voice, "You should... apologize to me!"

“What???” Andrew couldn’t believe his ears.

"Hey! Did you hear what this kid said?" One of Andrew's companions said in an almost exaggerated tone, then turned around and looked at the other companions.

The crowd soon erupted in laughter.

“Oh! Andrew, you are underestimated!”

Andrew's companion put one hand on his shoulder, looked at Mike with a malicious smile, and his tone was full of intention to add fuel to the fire.

Andrew felt embarrassed. He shook off his companion's hand on his shoulder and took two steps forward to stand in front of Mike. They were almost touching. Next to the muscular Andrew, the short and thin Mike looked extremely pitiful.

"Do you know what you're saying, hick?" Andrew looked down at Mike, waving his fist threateningly. "Trash isn't welcome here, get out!"

There was another round of booing in the crowd, and even other students who were not part of Andrew's group gathered around, watching everything in twos and threes with a smile on their faces.

Andrew's fist finally hit Mike's face, and blood immediately flowed down Mike's nose. He staggered and was about to fall to the ground, but Andrew grabbed his collar and pulled him up and continued to beat him.

The crowd around laughed and cheered, but no one tried to stop it, as if Mike's pain was just a farce for entertainment and would not be worth mentioning after it was over.

Olga yawned and looked at Mike, who was curled up on the ground with drooping eyelids. His right hand was still in his coat pocket.

"Hmph." Olga sneered in a voice that was a little hoarse from the cold, and began to count down in her mind.

three--

two--

one.

"Bang!"

There was a short and thrilling sound from the playground.

Olga saw Andrew lying on the ground with his hands covering his neck through a gap in the crowd. His bloodshot eyes almost popped out, and an expression of disbelief was fixed on his face forever.

Bright red blood continued to flow out from between Andrew's fingers. He would probably never understand why the inconspicuous Mike pulled the trigger at him.

The crowd was silent for a moment, then erupted in screams. Terrified students fled in all directions. Some fell to the ground and were trampled; others bumped into each other in panic; some stepped on others as they fled...

The school is very safe. Students and faculty members need to swipe their ID cards to confirm their identity before entering the school, and outsiders who want to come in need to undergo very strict security checks. As a result, the school has not had a campus barn shooting in decades.

But... no one would interrogate a student, especially a transparent student who has no sense of existence and never shows off.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sound of wooden jacks rang out continuously on the playground. The physical education teacher tried in vain to maintain order in the chaos, and the campus security arrived after hearing the noise.

In less than five minutes, sirens blared outside the school gate.

Olga stood in an inconspicuous corner, arms folded, watching all this unfold. She watched as the police, armed with live ammunition, surrounded the playground. The intercoms blared incessantly, their electric hum mingling with the sound of a roaring helicopter circling overhead.

There were already more than a dozen students lying in a pool of blood on the playground, boys and girls, dead or alive. Some of them were from other classes that Olga didn't even know.

Mike seemed to be frightened and crazy.

There were still students around who hadn't had time to evacuate, they were crying, praying, cursing. But all this had nothing to do with Mike, because they only knew that a madman had attacked the school with a cannon, but no one cared why that madman was a madman.

The police did not dare to open the wooden warehouse easily.

Mike had already fired 14 rounds in a row, and the Glock 20 magazine Olga had provided him was fully loaded with 15 rounds. Even so, with so many hostages still waiting to be evacuated, the police didn't dare to fire the magazine.

Orr looked up at the top of a teaching building next to the playground, and saw a black wooden tube extending from the window.

A police sniper.

Olga smiled.

The police's negotiation expert is already in place and is communicating with Mike, but it is obvious that there is little effect - Mike is becoming more and more agitated.

His hands holding the rifle were shaking, but the muzzle was pointed firmly at the crowd hiding in a corner of the playground. As long as he pulled the trigger casually, someone would be shot.

But just like the police officers who surrounded him, Mike just maintained this action and did not go any further.

The sky, which had been clear just moments before, had turned gray. A cold wind whistled through the middle of the teaching building, making a whimpering sound. Dots of white drifted down from the sky.

Olga suddenly took a step forward. From Mike's angle, he could see her.

Mike saw the lifeless girl, who looked like an exquisite doll, smiling at him.

Then she raised her index finger to her lips and said something to him silently.

Mike was stunned, and his arm made a large and unnatural movement as a conditioned reflex.

"Bang!"

Everything returned to silence.

Before Mike could figure out what the red-haired girl said, he knelt on the ground with blood and snow splattering, and then fell straight forward.