Chapter 4 Chapter 4 The Simple Folks of Beihua Town

When Olga ran to the trash can to throw away the garbage, she took a look outside through the glass wall of the convenience store, and then said "Huh" softly in a somewhat strange way.

Furuya Rei, who was standing closest to Olga, happened to hear: "What's wrong?"

Olga's pupils reflected the red and yellow spots of light belonging to the car's taillights. She shook her head hesitantly and retracted her gaze from outside the wall.

Furiya Rei followed Olga's gaze, and then... his brows furrowed. He subtly tugged at the sleeve of his friend beside him, signaling something with his eyes.

Soon, although the five people who were originally laughing were still laughing, the aura around them was completely different, and their eyes also changed.

Olga looked at the five people with a certain amount of curiosity, her mind tutting in amazement. No way, no way, could she have just gone to a convenience store to try to scam someone and run into the police? Five of them at once?

Following the jingling of the wind chimes on the convenience store door, Olga turned her gaze towards the door.

Seven people got out of the strange van that was parked in the parking lot in front of the convenience store. They were all masked and holding wooden guns in their hands, some for walking and some for hand.

Olga took a quick look and was surprised by the IWC brand's weaponry. How dare they come and rob people with this kind of equipment? Aren't they afraid the clerk will pull out an AK and shoot them all?

Oh, no, this is Japan, not America with its simple folk customs...

As a result, the convenience store suddenly became chaotic. Men, women, young and old, all screamed and ran away. After the robber leader fired a wooden box into the sky, they all squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, crying and snotting.

Olga: "..." No way... There really is no one else with a wooden warehouse except the robbers, right?

Three seconds later, Olga realized with sadness that apart from the robbers, no one else had a gun... not even the five people who looked like police officers...

No, wait?

*

Olga's face was blank as the robber leader held her like a chicken, her temples pressed against the dark opening of the gun. Perhaps because the robber leader had just fired the gun into the air, the barrel of the International brand gun was still a little hot.

Why did it turn out like this?

The story begins when Zhu Fujingguang secretly put his hand into his pocket.

Olga had thought he would pull out a wooden cannon, and the leader of the robbers, who had the great luck to notice this scene, apparently thought so too.

So the leader of the robbers immediately pointed the wooden basket at Olga, captured this hostage who was the "easiest" to control, and threatened Zhu Fujingguang to take out the things in his pocket.

Then……

Olga watched him pull out a cell phone, which was still on the dialing screen...

Is he planning to call the police?

After witnessing all this, Olga felt that her three views had been refreshed - she had a deeper understanding of good citizens.

Japan is really different from America, where people are simple and honest...

*

So the situation has become like this now -

Olga was carried by the robber leader like a chicken. While he was vigilantly observing the hostages in the store, he was laughing and talking to his companions who were putting money into their bags, glancing at Olga from time to time.

Olga didn't understand what the robbers were saying, but judging by the looks of the five guys squatting opposite her with their heads in their hands, she guessed that the robber leader was discussing with his companions about selling her.

Tsk, what can I say? This wasn't the first time Olga had been kidnapped, and it wasn't the first time someone had genuinely wanted to sell her out. As a member of the organization, and the weakest one visible to the naked eye, being kidnapped was commonplace.

This is probably one of the reasons why the organization requires someone to keep an eye on Olga at all times...

But this time, Olga never thought that the kidnappers were not coming for the organization, but she was just unlucky and could encounter robbers while eating oden in a convenience store!

The depressed Olga had a blank face, but her eyes were rolling around, carefully observing the environment of the convenience store.

At the critical moment, relying on others is not as useful as relying on yourself!

The leader of the robbers probably thought the child posed no threat, or perhaps because no one resisted, he relaxed his guard a little. In short, his arm around Olga's neck was not as tight as it had been at the beginning, and the wooden bar that had been pressed against her temples was slightly shifted.

Now is the time!

Olga's eyes darkened, and she exerted force on her waist and abdomen, twisting her body in a strange posture. She flipped over and landed on the robber leader's shoulders. She clamped his head between her knees, grabbed his hair with one hand, and with the other hand -

Before the robber leader could even react, the scene before his eyes suddenly changed. First, it was a sea of ​​crimson, then an endless black. Then, a sharp pain came from his eyes, and he could feel something warm running down his cheeks.

“Ah…Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! My eyes!!!”

The robber leader immediately knelt on the ground, as if he wanted to cover his eyes with his hands, but he didn't dare to actually touch them.

"Damn little brat! I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"

After the fear, anger followed. Even though the robber leader couldn't see, he still stumbled to his feet, holding the rifle in his hand and ready to shoot.

All this happened in a split second. Olga then struck the robber leader in the temple with her elbow. The child's strength wasn't enough to knock him unconscious, but the moment he felt the pain and fainting, Olga snatched the barrel from him.

Then, before the other robbers reacted and started shooting indiscriminately, she grabbed the nearest person and hid behind the shelf, avoiding the first wave of shooting and stuffed the gun into the person's hands.

"Open the wooden warehouse." Olga's voice was decisive.

However, the man whose handgun Olga had stuffed into his was more decisive. Almost at the same moment she spoke, she heard five "bang, bang, bang, bang, bang" sounds, which was exactly the number of bullets left in the revolver's wooden chamber.

Olga's eyes widened in surprise, and she belatedly looked up to see the blond man named "Zero" standing upright, his hands still aiming at the rifle. He was holding... the rifle Olga had thrust into his hand.

The convenience store fell into an eerie silence. Olga cautiously poked half of her head out from behind the shelf and saw the robber lying on the ground.

Five bullets, each hitting right between the eyebrows, killing him instantly.

Olga gasped. Isn't this... too decisive?

Thus, Olga's original balance of "criminals or police" shifted slightly towards the "criminals." After all, even among the police, most had never actually killed anyone, and if they did, they'd definitely have some psychological barriers.

What's more, this person is so young.

Of the seven robbers, one was dealt with by Olga and was now lying on the ground mourning for his lost eye; five were sent by Rei Furuya to have a meeting with God; the remaining one looked like a novice and didn't even have time to pull the safety of the wooden gun in his hand before he was pinned to the ground by Rei Furuya's four companions, who confessed his mistakes with tears and snot.

The hostages in the convenience store were safe, both mentally and physically. As for the convenience store itself, apart from the glass walls that shattered when the robbers fired their weapons, not even a single shelf had fallen.

Of course, this was mainly due to the decisiveness of Fūya Rei. If he had shown compassion and hadn't killed all the robbers at once, there would have been a chance that some of the hostages would have been killed or injured in the robbers' desperate struggle.

Olga breathed a sigh of relief, and her concentration, which had just begun to gather, began to disperse again, and she couldn't wait to let her mind wander.

But some people were unwilling to let Olga relax so early.

"Who are you?" Fūya Rei's hand holding Kikura hung at his side, but his eyes, looking down at Olga, were extremely sharp.

Olga's moves against the robber leader just now couldn't be explained by "a frightened child unleashing his full potential." The way she flipped over the robber's shoulders alone was something she couldn't do without extensive training.

What's more... there are very few children who can poke another person's eyes out with their fingers without batting an eyelid.

Olga curled her lips and was about to say something, but she saw Fūya Rei's expression change:

“Be careful!”

*

Olga fell into a hard embrace, mixed with the smell of gunpowder, which hurt the tip of her nose a little.

She felt herself being held in someone's arms and rolled on the ground.

The eardrums were vibrated by the sound of the wooden warehouse, and for a moment, the world seemed to fall into silence.

Then the sounds around became noisy again, with a buzzing sound.

A familiar touch came from the palm of my hand, warm and sticky.

It's blood.

Olga broke free from the man's arms and looked down. Sure enough, her palm was bright red.

But not her blood.

Aside from a slight sting in her cheek, Olga felt fine.

So she lowered her head and looked around.

The blond young man called "Zero" was lying on the ground gasping for breath, one of his arms resting on his forehead, covering his eyes.

The ground around him was speckled with blood, just as on his arms and hands, and just as on Olga's hands.

The bloodstains intertwined with the broken glass on the ground looked inexplicably horrifying.

“Zero!”