108 Chapter 108

◎Mysterious Killer◎

Chapter 108 [Mysterious Killer]

"The police have already closed off the nearby intersections, and anyone not related to the target has been evacuated. You..."

On the eve of the mission, the last things that Morofushi Kagemitsu said to Agatsuma Sayuri were all about the mission.

The relationship between the two of them changed quietly after the agreement that day, but Agatsuma Sayuri was also very attached to Morofushi Kagemitsu before, and for a while no one noticed that their mental journey had changed.

As an intelligence officer, Agatsuma Sayuri was still required to attend this mission after submitting her preliminary investigation. However, unlike Morofushi Kagemitsu, she would not remain in the rear, but would instead be in the publicly accessible part of the Imperial Palace, closest to the front lines, awaiting orders.

My wife Sayuri couldn't understand the organization's demands, but she had no choice but to obey.

Today is December 6th, and my wife Sayuri is nervous and doesn't want to leave Morofushi Kagemitsu.

The front line is always under the organization's surveillance and is only a few minutes away from the target.

For the sniper, it was just a matter of turning the muzzle of the gun.

"This is the first time I've heard that intelligence personnel must be on standby at the scene." Bourbon was obviously dissatisfied with such an order and made a few sarcastic remarks.

Gin put out his cigarette and didn't indulge him. "Bourbon, don't think I don't know. You were the one who did all the research before the mission, right? That woman's investigative style is completely different from yours. Didn't you understand her before working with her?"

Gin sneered, "Since you dare to neglect your mission, you must bear the consequences of your neglect."

Bourbon fell silent, not because he agreed with Gin's opinion, but because he thought it would be more beneficial for their actions to put a clone of Agatsuma Sayuri under Gin's nose.

After all, before knowing Agatsuma Sayuri's abilities, who would have thought that there would be a second, third, or even countless Agatsuma Sayuris?

Scotland and Bourbon exchanged glances from a distance, without any pause, letting their eyes meet and then disappear.

As for Agatsuma Sayuri, who they mentioned several times, she didn't even go to the meeting place and went straight to the Imperial Palace.

She would serve as a transit point for the organization's orders, relaying them at the appropriate time - in whatever way - even at the cost of her own life.

Agatsuma Sayuri's real body is near Scotland, and her vision can cover the location of the clone, so she can release the new clone in time and remotely deploy it to the designated location.

"The target will attend a press conference at 3:30 PM every day. Several necessary routes have been marked. Snipers, prepare..."

At the command, everyone entered a state of preparation.

Chianti muttered to herself that her position was too far back and she had no chance to shoot, but unfortunately no one paid any attention to her.

So was Gin, he was busy observing the target's location.

Although he is not a full-time sniper, as the number one killer, no one can question his sniping ability.

That was the result of real guns and real bullets.

"The target has appeared." It was Bourbon who reported the target's location. Although Hanamisake was close to the target, there were many trees between the outside of the Imperial Palace and the target location, so her vision was very poor.

"Expected to enter position A in ten seconds."

Ley said regretfully: "There was a cleaner at position A that blocked the trajectory."

The next person to shoot is Scotland, who is responsible for position B.

But the target seemed to have heard some shocking news. Normally he would just walk fast, but at this moment he rushed past Store B at almost a sprint.

Scotland squeaked softly and lowered his gun.

The opportunity Chianti had been waiting for had arrived, but the target was running faster, and the figure disappeared in a flash. She didn't even have a chance to pull the trigger, not even to fire the gun.

Not only the target, but more political elites in suits rushed out of their offices in the Congress Hall, and the order of the entire building became chaotic.

"What happened?"

Gin might be asking Bourbon a question, or perhaps he's talking to himself. But when someone answers, it becomes proof that a superior has anticipated his subordinate's report.

"The latest news is that a prominent American politician was shot during a speech and has been confirmed dead." Bourbon took out his cell phone and glanced at the vibrating message.

"Bourbon, your source of information is really amazing." Vodka exclaimed in an indescribable and complex tone.

"Hmph," Bourbon raised the corners of his lips, expressing his confidence in the intelligence he had with his actions.

The United States and Japan are allies, and every change of president means a shock to the politicians of both countries, or more precisely, a unilateral shock to the Japanese politicians.

Logically, after the successful transition, the top leadership of both countries has been fully integrated. As long as existing policies remain unchanged, the minor personnel changes in the US should have little impact on Japan.

But looking at the current state of the National Assembly Hall, it doesn't seem to have much of an impact.

"What's the situation at the Prime Minister's residence?" Gin took the telescope handed to him by Vodka and looked towards the Prime Minister's residence not far from the Parliament Hall.

Japan's real political center, the office of the entire cabinet, their movements can represent whether Japan is turbulent.

Since it was such an important place, it was natural that people would not be allowed to peek in from the outside. Although the entire mansion had a lot of glass curtain walls, in fact, the actual office space was in the rooms further inside, and the working scenes were not easily visible to others.

Bourbon fell silent at this. It would have been fine if he had just been prepared to observe the target's location, but why was he given additional work at the last minute?

Gin switched the call channel and asked my wife Sayuri, "Hanami-sake, do you know what's going on in the Prime Minister's residence?"

Although it was a question, Gin's tone was as if he was saying, "If you can't even provide this kind of information, you, Hanamizu, are not qualified to be an intelligence officer."

In this case, Agatsuma Sayuri naturally cannot let her qualifications fall to the ground.

The Prime Minister's Residence is actually two buildings: one is the Prime Minister's official residence where the Prime Minister lives, and the other is the Prime Minister's official residence where the Prime Minister works. However, since the two buildings are located in the same area, it is not a problem to unify them as the residence.

It is not difficult to see the Prime Minister's residence from the Imperial Palace, but to see the situation inside clearly, people who want to assassinate the Prime Minister and cabinet officials would also like to do so.

My wife Sayuri's superpowers are amazing, but she really doesn't have much political acumen, so she never thought of conjuring up a politician to sneak into the Prime Minister's residence.

Just when she was thinking about whether to ask the police for help and get some random information to fool people, she suddenly received a new email on her phone.

The sender of the email is a string of garbled characters, and the content is so simple that you can read it in full in the pop-up window.

【from%#%: Look up.】

My wife Sayuri subconsciously looked up, and then felt a heat on her forehead. Before her consciousness faded, the severe pain was transmitted to her brain along the nerves.

But the brain that can process information has been turned into tofu pudding by the high heat and kinetic energy and no longer knows anything.

The new clone was immediately dropped to the original spot. It looked like she had suffered a heavy blow and fallen down in the previous second, and then she got up from the ground in the next second.

The two actions were only briefly obscured by the bushes.

The newly deployed identity just stood up and then crouched down, grabbed the mobile phone and other equipment that fell on the ground and ran, changing the cover according to the direction of the bullet.

As soon as she stood still, she typed something on her phone.

Gin urged her through the headset: "Hanamishu, information."

The girl on the other end of the headset almost jumped up: "I don't need time to get information, do you think my information fell from the sky?!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her phone vibrated again.

My wife Sayuri's heart skipped a beat. Anyone who had just been shot in the head because of an email would not be able to face the next anonymous email calmly.

Until now, the consciousness information transmitted by the main body still gives me a splitting headache, and my head is throbbing with pain.

She felt her hands were shaking as she opened the email. Fortunately, this email was not sent anonymously, and the message was not a description of the last action before death, but the new information that Gin was urging her to get.

Rather than being new intelligence, it was more of a refinement of what Bourbon had just said, translated from English into Japanese by staff at the Japanese Prime Minister's residence. The letter also included information about the current attitude of Japanese officials, which was that they had no attitude.

Nothing is clear yet. As Japan's highest political center, they will not make a clear statement in the short term.

My wife Sayuri read the email word for word and finally dealt with Gin.

Things are far from over, she now has to face snipers.

Agatsuma Sayuri was certain the previous shot wasn't fired by anyone on this mission, otherwise Gin wouldn't have bothered to ask her about the intelligence. But the possibility of someone other than a member of this mission being responsible couldn't be ruled out, after all, only a handful of people knew Agatsuma Sayuri was in the Imperial Palace.

She received a temporary assignment and was assigned here to be on standby.

Excluding the codenames from the Japanese Public Security Bureau, the FBI, the CIA, and Gin's group, there shouldn't be anyone else at the mission site. Furthermore, if they were to gather with other codenames, firing a shot would undoubtedly draw attention.

So... the murderer came from a building near the organization's sniper point, and someone was eavesdropping on the organization's internal information.

The clone lady who was appointed in an emergency had to deal with the organization's tasks while looking for the murderer who killed her previous self. Most importantly, she had to protect herself.

All the clones felt the pain of the original body. If the original body was allowed to protect itself due to excessive pain at this time, they would not have time for the original body to recover its memory and protect Zhu Fu Jingguang.

Such concerns may be related to the fact that the original body's control over the clone is too weak. Whatever is done depends entirely on the clone's conscience, self-sacrifice, and cooperation. If the clone is unwilling, they can completely ignore the original body's intentions.

Sometimes, Agatsuma Sayuri herself doesn’t understand what the relationship is between the original body and the clone.

Agatsuma Hanamizuki Sayuri was too far away from the gunfire to hear the sound of the gunfire, but she could feel the whizzing sound of the bullets breaking through the air, the wind they brought, and the smell of death.

There were countless bullet holes near her hiding place, but there was no movement just a few steps away from her.

Even if I were deceiving myself and saying that the murderer was not targeting me, it really doesn't make sense.

How could the security at the Imperial Palace be so lax? They allowed the killer to fire so many shots without a single guard stepping out to investigate?

We can't just stop patrolling just because it's an open area, right?

When the tree just a stone's throw away from their hiding place was broken in half by too many bullets, Agatsuma Sayuri began to question the Imperial Guards and even the Six Imperial Guards.

"By the way, can the police get moving? They should have someone nearby on standby. They could even pass the word to other parts of the police department!"