Chapter 3477-3489 [Unjust Sniper]
Clang!
Masato Tachikawa slapped the heavy trophy away and grabbed Councilman Narimasu, who was holding the trophy and preparing to hand it out.
Under the shocked gazes of the bodyguards and police, he pulled out a knife and pressed it tightly against the congressman's neck.
"Don't move!" After shouting at the bodyguards and police, Tachikawa Masato turned around and looked at the terrified Narimori Kenzo:
“It seems that you have remembered the situation in the factory at that time.
"Back then, we were paid such a pittance, yet you tortured us in every way. Later, thanks to Mr. Saeki's secret help, we were able to escape from your illegal factory without having to pay a huge penalty.
"Then we heard that you became a council member and Mr. Saeki became your secretary, so we had a bad feeling. We didn't expect that later... Humph, you pushed your crime onto Mr. Saeki and then killed him!"
"I, I didn't!" Councillor Narimatsu felt the blade against his neck and trembled as he said, "Saeki really hanged himself!"
"You forced him to death!" Tachikawa Masato said sadly:
"Back then, after we escaped from your factory, we became increasingly angry and decided to go back and teach you a lesson.
"It was Mr. Saeki who persuaded us and took the initiative to introduce us to various jobs, which gave us a new life.
“But such a good person was killed by you!… If we had known that things would turn out like this, we should have killed you right away!
"Why don't good people live long, but people like you..." He snorted coldly and brandished the knife, "I'm going to send you down and make you apologize to Saeki!"
Kenzo Narimatsu: “!!”
…
Masato Tachikawa's raised arm, the cold light of the blade in his hand, the panicked expression on the councillor's face under the tip of the blade... all were captured by the scope and fell into the eyes of the sniper in the distance.
In the distance, a hidden high point.
"What a waste of time! Are you going to kill him or not? I really want to shoot him twice!"
Chianti spat, cursing as the crowd watched. "Amateurs just can't do it. He spent so much time mumbling about stabbing someone twice before actually doing it. I thought he was going to cling to Narimori Kenzo and keep arguing with him until tomorrow. Why did Uzo hire such an actor? It's driving me crazy!"
Cohen is quite open-minded about this kind of thing: "We just want the result of death, but some people want the process in between, as well as the various foreshadowings and plots before and after...
"Although it's a bit troublesome, this way, it will make it much easier to clean up the mess. We can just hand it all off to the police, and we can retreat calmly, saving some energy."
Chianti was speechless for a moment. "He talks as if Uzo is some high-ranking official in the Metropolitan Police Department... Tsk, how annoying! All he needs to do is use his brain and his mouth, while we have to sit here in the wind and rain, and we don't even get a single role."
Cohen: "..." Isn't it a good thing to have no role? On Uzo's stage, he would rather be an insignificant background than a terrible protagonist or supporting role.
Chianti's complaints weren't over yet. After squatting there for most of the day, she was already filled with rage. "And Gin! The moment Kenzo Narimori left the building, I could have shot him to hell, but Gin insisted on waiting... Tsk, what on earth was he waiting for? There's a target walking back and forth right in front of me, and he won't let me hit it. This guy is deliberately torturing me!"
Cohen: "..." What else can he wait for? He's waiting for Uzo's script to come down from the sky and kill the congressman.
Although the bloodthirsty colleague had a mediocre reputation among his colleagues, no one could question his assassination methods.
Everything was so smooth and fluid, as if the organization's enemies had run out of luck and were walking towards death on their own initiative - prior investigation, planning and losses during the assassination, and post-mortem cleanup... none of these steps were necessary.
In a sense, Uzo is just like a Death Note. You just need to input the target's name and then wait quietly for the target to ascend.
Although this notebook is still in the process of development and should not be used casually for the sake of his future heights, he can't help but like to write randomly in the notebook... In short, as long as he thinks about it from the above perspective, Cohen immediately understands why Gin sometimes tries to ruthlessly destroy Uzo's stage, but sometimes watches the stage being created with implicit expectation.
Although he roughly understood the situation, it was too complicated to explain it to Chianti.
So Cohen wisely kept silent, picking up some words that she would like to hear and saying, "Anyway, the mission is accomplished."
"That's right." Chianti thought about it and suddenly laughed, "Look at it from another angle, isn't that Uzo working for me?"
"Well, yeah." Cohen subconsciously looked around, worried that Uzo or one of his subordinates would suddenly appear, overhear his words, and then silently bear a grudge.
But at this moment, he suddenly realized something was wrong: "Why didn't that champion continue to stab people?"
"Huh?" Chianti was startled, and withdrew his gaze from everywhere trying to find Uzzo in the crowd, and looked back at the podium.
On the podium, the champion was holding a knife high up, looking in a certain direction, and froze in place.
Chianti: “…?”
…
In front of the podium.
Just as Tachikawa Masato raised his arm and prepared to stab Councillor Narimori, a familiar female voice suddenly rang out.
"Zhengren!" A short-haired woman in her thirties ran out of the police car. Escorted by the police, she made her way through the crowd and stumbled to the podium. She looked at him with a sad face, "Don't be impulsive!"
Tachikawa Masato was stunned, his murderous eyes gradually relaxed and became clear: "Sonoko? You, why are you here?"
"I'm here to advise you not to do anything stupid!" The short-haired woman sighed.
"Today is Mr. Saeki's death anniversary. We haven't gone to burn incense for him yet. He must be very lonely now. Let's let go of that person and go to his grave together!
"Mr. Saeki has always admired your tennis talent, but if you kill Narizo, you will never be able to play tennis again. If Mr. Saeki knew about this, he would definitely not want to see this ending... Put down the knife!"
Tachikawa Masato let go of the knife, which fell to the ground with a clang. "Sonoko..."
The short-haired woman walked towards him, tears in her eyes: "Masato..."
Bang!
In the touching atmosphere, a splash of blood suddenly exploded.
Tachikawa Masato's face flushed, and a handful of warm, sticky liquid splashed on it. He froze, then turned to look at Cheng Zeng, only to see the councilman's forehead pierced with blood. He collapsed to the ground with his eyes wide open, his face wide open.
Masato Tachikawa: "???"
Me, I did it?
…
"Damn it!" In the distance, Chianti, who had finally received Gin's order, fired a shot and let out a long sigh of anger, "Is this ever going to end?! They're filming an idol drama!"
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