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Chapter 583 There is something wrong with this gun

It is another fine weather in Shanghai today.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, a group of people held weapons, stood by the water and among the reeds and aimed at the sky, shooting wild ducks from mid-air from time to time, and screaming.

"Bang~bang~"

"Yo Xi, Section Chief Hase is good at marksmanship."

Ono, the person in charge of the firearms room of the Japanese Consulate in Shanghai, holding a kettle in his hand, stood beside Ryosuke Hase nodding and bowing his head, flattering him wildly, making Hase feel a little embarrassed when he said that.

"Ono-kun, it would be great if you went to participate in the competition. You are a well-known sharpshooter in our consulate. If you can win the favor of Consul Shizhu because of this, your future will be limitless."

He persuasively said in a very Chen Ken tone that he was too embarrassed to silence the other party when he did such a thing. How could this work? The success of the mission is equal to a lot of money, and no one can hinder him from making money.

"Section Leader Hase, please drink some water."

Ono bent down and handed the water glass with both hands, and showed an attitude with practical actions, that is, he looked for Ryosuke Hase, not the consul officer, Ishio Shetaro, with a look of loyalty.

It is easy to understand how he behaves like this. Shizhu Shetaro has a high position and authority, and the bragging and flattering people around him have to line up.

"Okay, thank you Mr. Ono. If you have anything to help, please don't be polite. I am a person who is willing to make friends. Chinese people often say that it is easier to travel if you have more friends. I think so."

Hase Ryosuke reloaded the rifle while speaking, and vowed to speak beautiful words, but he was thinking about how to kill the opponent, preferably to make him disappear silently.

strangle?

Drown?

Burned?

While choosing the death package, he observed Ono's neck and other parts, and decided to give him a good time for the sake of serving him with all his heart.

Alas, I am really kind.

After thinking about it, Hase Ryosuke picked up the gun, stared in the air for a long time, then suddenly turned his head and asked: "Ono-kun, where is Ikuta Takaki, why haven't I seen him since the start of the game.

Also, will you really not be able to see what you did with the aim of the gun? I really want to see that bastard's messy appearance, which is more joyful than winning the game. "

"Hayi, please don't worry, Mr. Hase. I deflected the crosshair a few millimeters to the left. Unless I use professional tools to detect it, I can't see it with the naked eye. Ikuta will definitely lose."

Ono said confidently, and then pointed to a tidal flat by the river: "I seem to see him taking his followers to the depths of the reeds. This guy should be afraid of losing face in front of you."

"Bang~"

Ryosuke Hase didn't even pick up a wild duck, he threw the rifle directly to Ono, turned around and waved: "That's good, let's go and find Takashi Ikuta, so that he won't be swallowed by the water monster again."

"Pfft."

Ono couldn't help laughing, unloaded the bullet, threw the gun behind him, and followed Chang Gu Shen into the reeds. Along the way, he met many colleagues, but he didn't know Ikuta.

The two turned around for a long time, and finally found their target at a bend in the river. Takashi Ikuta and the short spy were standing by the river, firing guns crackling, but unfortunately they didn't even hit a bird feather.

"Oh, good marksmanship."

Hase Ryosuke came out slowly, and said to Ono in a strange manner: "Ono-kun, take a look, every bullet of Ikuta-kun misses the prey, which is not easy.

In short, I can't do it. When you go back, you must publicize it well with everyone. You can't let such a sharpshooter be buried. In the future, you will carry out assassination missions. This is the most suitable candidate. "

Ono smiled and nodded, looking at Takashi Ikuta with a livid face, his stomach was full of joy, and it was really happy to let you slap me in the face and deserve to be taught by Section Chief Hase.

"Okay, let's go."

After Hase Ryosuke finished speaking, he turned around and left. He didn't give the other party a chance to get mad at all. He is a man of courage, so what's the matter with a dead man? Just wait and watch the show today.

But when he was leaving, he quietly gestured with the hand behind his back, and the short man next to Ikuta Takashi saw his eyes flicker, and then lowered his head to prepare for a storm.

"Bag! Bag!"

Takashi Ikuta was trembling with joy, repeating this sentence mechanically, holding the butt of the gun tightly in his right hand, and a thought in his mind kept telling him to shoot, as long as he shoots, he can kill the enemy.

But thinking about the consequences of killing a super high class leader, he regained his composure, and then he carried the gun like crazy, slapped the surrounding reeds frantically, and let out a terrifying roar at the same time.

"Ah~ah~ah~"

Mud and broken reed leaves were thrown everywhere. The short man touched the dots on his face, his eyes unconsciously gloated a little, but on the surface he comforted him very seriously.

"Your Excellency Ikuta, please don't worry. I was afraid that there would be no prey due to strong winds today, so I went to a nearby village to buy a few live wild ducks. You will definitely win today's shooting competition."

"Nani?"

When Ikuta Takashi heard that he stopped destroying the greening, his face showed a surprised and happy expression, and he couldn't help but regret why he didn't think of this good way, and he had to ask his subordinates to remind him.

He asked with a little expectation: "Where is the wild duck, your place, you have done a very good job, but you have to report this kind of thing to me in the future. The most important thing for the superior is not to hide anything."

Perhaps it was due to habit, when Ikuta expressed his gratitude, he still did not forget to pretend to teach others, which made the short man sick, so he could only clench his fists to suppress his discomfort and replied.

"It's around, please allow me to bring them over, and then you shoot at the bag to leave marks, Hase Ryosuke is very cunning, if you don't prepare well, you may be spotted."

"Yosie, good, good."

Ikuta Takashi waved his hand happily: "Go and get it, I won't treat you badly when I win the game, how about this, I will give you one-third of the 10000 yen bonus, 3000 yen."

He stretched out three fingers to strengthen his tone, thinking that 3000 yen is enough for a small person from a commoner family, and the other party probably has never seen so many banknotes in his life.

"Yes, I'll go now."

The short man hurriedly went to get the wild duck, and sighed secretly on the way. When he went to deliver the white book by himself, Section Chief Haseko gave him a reward of 20000 yen, 3000 yen, just for beggars.

Originally, out of past friendship, he wanted to give Ikuta Takaki a chance, as long as the other party could show the tolerance that a superior should have, he would be merciful, but now he only has one idea.

Go to hell, bastard!
The short man got into a small forest with a gloomy face, and when he came out, he held a dozen small cloth bags in his hands, and there seemed to be something fluttering inside, and he yelled at Takashi Ikuta.

"Your Excellency, please prepare to shoot."

In order to ensure the hit, he placed the bags one by one ten meters away from the opponent and ran back quickly. Even a blind man could hit them at such a close distance, but the accident still happened.

"Bang~"

The deafening gunshots sounded, and Takashi Ikuta put down the gun, looking at the undamaged target in front of him in disbelief, angrily holding up the snatched gun and explaining to the short man.

"There's something wrong with this gun!"

"Hay, Hay."

The short man bowed continuously to express his agreement, his eyes were full of helplessness, he got up and put the wild duck five meters away, if he couldn't hit again, he would have to let the opponent put the muzzle of the duck on the duck's head.

Ikuta Takashi felt that he was being ridiculed, but he picked up the gun honestly and pulled the trigger anxiously. With a gunshot, a ball of bright blood bloomed on the second bag.

idiot!What a broken gun!
He lowered his head to look at the gun, then looked up at the target. He clearly aimed at the first bag. Why did he miss it again? Could it be that the gun had to be aimed at the first bag in order to hit the second one?

Forget it.

As long as the goal can be achieved, the process is not important.

Takashi Ikuta did a lot of mental training, and started to use the newly mastered knack of finger-one-hit-two to kill a dozen prey. After a while, he let out a long breath.

Unlike shotguns that use shotguns, it is very difficult to shoot birds with a rifle. Such a large number of prey is enough for him to win the championship, at least not the bottom one, unless other people also cheat.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly. Today is really double happiness. One is happy that he lost face in the shooting competition, and the other is that old intelligence dealer.

According to the agreement, the other party left a triangular imprint on the tree at the entrance of the consulate. There must be a big business coming. Thinking of the gold in the dark room of the dormitory, Takashi Ikuta smiled even more happily.

But as soon as the shooting competition is over, he has to go to the meeting, otherwise it may be too late. When we met last time, that old man was right in saying that it is not a good habit to be late in this line of work.

"Your Excellency, I'm going to deal with the prey. The scene will be very bloody. Please go to the river to rest, and I will meet you after packing up." At this time, the short man on the side walked a few steps closer and suggested thoughtfully.

"Very well, you go."

Ikuta Takashi readily agreed that the dirty work should be left to the servants, and it is good for a master like him to give orders, so he wandered to the river to plan the evening meeting.

Seeing Mr. Zuo-in-law walking away slowly, the short man ran to the prey in three steps at a time, opened the cloth bags one by one, and took out eight or nine wild ducks and three colorful bird carcasses from inside.

little Swan,
Black-faced Spoonbill.

Spot-billed duck.

In later generations, these few birds alone would be enough for Ikuta Takashi to take a shot. Although it was not that serious in the Republic of China, but at this sensitive time, the exposure of this matter will definitely cause a sensation.

The short man smirked, mixed three rare migratory birds with wild ducks, and strode towards the river. The other party was a stick. Even if he put the dead migratory birds in front of his eyes, this person would not recognize him.

(Protecting wild animals is everyone's responsibility.)
(End of this chapter)