Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 81 You Guess
Players are the most magical beings in the world.

On the one hand, they can brush away the hail of bullets and cross the entire battlefield; on the other hand, they can calmly clean the bathroom sewers with the highest efficiency; on the left, they can drive and shoot on the highway; on the right, they can work in the maid restaurant wearing miniskirts and ten-centimeter high heels.

It also considers the probabilities of 'If you don't like it, kill it', 'The car is nice, let's grab it', 'House?My','Aren't you my rightful wife! ', 'It's just unlocking, just sprinkle water', 'There are too many people in front of the traffic jam, wait for me to blow it up' and other skills. He is proficient in playing music, chess, poetry, painting, killing people, unlocking, sniper aircraft, cooking, standing on his head, and drinking water.

Why is this, because the players are too angelic and too devilish?No.

It was forced by the NPC.

If the NPC was more pleasing to the eye, how could the players kill him for no reason?Even if it is really for no reason, can't the NPC reflect on himself why he killed him instead of killing others?Even if we kill them all, we should all reflect on ourselves.

Not to mention some shameless NPCs who force players to use Morse code, languages ​​of various countries, how to explode dung efficiently, speed-running sniper rifles and other skills as usual, they all deserve to die.

This is how Mirai Ichijo feels now. He stands on the rooftop, staring silently at the sniper rifle on the edge of the rooftop. All the complicated feelings in his heart can be condensed into one concise sentence:

Rum deserves to die.

It's not because he actually guessed the rare weakness of great players, nor is it because he dares to force great players to learn sniper rifles. Players who are so great will not hold grudges like this.

It’s because the left foot enters the earth first.

On the other end of the phone, Rum noticed something from the long silence, "You don't know how to snipe?"

He was very surprised, as if Ichigo Future didn't know how to snipe, but he didn't know how to drink water. How could a person not know how to drink water?How could a devil who could terrorize Tokyo by himself not know how to snipe?
...Is there a slight relationship between the two? !

“I have ample experience of being shot at,” one future message added, adding, “Pistols.”

"The number of times I have been chased by sniper rifles can only be counted on my fingers."

It takes time for a sniper to be dispatched, but once experienced, smart criminals will gain valuable experience in retreating quickly.

Rum: "So?"

One word for the future is succinct and to the point, “less experience.”

"But it's not impossible. You can try."

He lay down in a very non-standard posture, opened the sniper scope, locked the direction through the lens, and found the meeting place.

Sniper rifles and pistols are almost completely different things. Snipers need observers, need to measure wind speed distance when shooting, and have to withstand huge recoil after shooting.

These are things that a standard sniper needs to consider. Ichijo doesn't think about the future at all. He targets the Tokyo Metropolitan Assembly.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Assembly is a very conspicuous building. It is entirely white. The building at the front is spread out in an arc. There are three floors in total. There is also a circular fourth floor directly above the gate. The fourth floor is in the middle. It is a round glass window.

The first target Ichigai aimed at was the glass window. He aimed steadily for three seconds before slowly moving the muzzle downward, counting how far down he needed to move before he could aim at the crowd. "Target appearance time."

His breathing was steady and his tone was calm.

Anyway, I have to read and rewind. Saying more words now is a waste of emotion and energy.

On the other end of the phone, Rum noticed this change and narrowed his eyes, "Before, Gin told me that you are a madman. If you want to perform tasks, you must be supervised at all times, otherwise something unexpected will happen." Surprise', I didn't believe it at first."

Because a future is too normal.

Except that the topics they exchanged were a bit frightening to the police, Mirai Ichijo's tone and reaction were still within the scope of normal people, making it difficult for people to think that he was actually a lunatic who dared to single-handedly attack the entire Tokyo with terror.

But now, "I kind of believe it."

A future: "Time."

He scanned the task prompt in the upper left corner:
[Mission name: 'Sniper Operation'. ]
The task description is:

[In the first month of joining the organization, you are exposed to important tasks. It is really a commendable miracle to have the opportunity to understand part of the mysterious face of the organization.

But maybe it's not fast enough. You are not just satisfied with this. You want to rise faster, get more attention, get a code name, and become a true member of the darkness.

To do this, you have to satisfy Rum. ]
There are two mission objectives:

[[-]. Taro Uemoto was seriously injured (basic target). ]
[This is an extremely difficult task. There are countless complicated forces at the meeting. Rum is well aware of the difficulty, otherwise he would not give the task to you. His bottom line is that Taro Uemoto has broken limbs. If you can do it, he will Marvel at your abilities. ]
[Two, * (advanced goals)]
[...How far can you go? ]
The mission rewards for basic goals are three low-level painkillers and blood-replenishing pills. The mission rewards for high-level goals are also in * status and cannot be viewed before completion.

Mirai Ichijo calmly withdrew his gaze.

Rum said: "3 minutes." "He will stay at the door for 10 minutes after he arrives. You have sufficient observation time."

Before answering, there was silence on his side for a moment. It seemed that Shizune went to contact someone for confirmation before telling Ichijo Mirai the exact time.

"There are two different states when you are performing a mission and when you are not performing a mission," he added. "No wonder that guy Gin thinks so highly of you."

It turns out that he is a very "gin-like" guy as soon as he enters the character state, so cold that he doesn't want to say a word.

Rum said somewhat meaningfully: "Try not to be so cold."

"The thugs in the black organization can keep a cold face and shake their fists when they encounter anything, but our management is different. We still need some disguise."

'us'.

Intellectually, Mirai Ichijo knew it was time to cliché.

Emotionally... I have to read the file anyway, so it's useless if I try it.

He held the scope still and read, "Oh."

A black car appeared in the scope, and then reporters and security guards near the building swarmed around the car.

Among the dense crowd, a man in a black suit who looked to be in his 40s or [-]s got out of the car. He waved cheerfully to others. He actually did not enter the hall directly, but stopped at the door and began to accept an interview.

Rum stopped talking nonsense and said in an unhappy tone, "That guy Uemoto is here."

"He was the one who got off at the door."

Ichijo Mirai once again raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the round glass window, and archived it. Then he moved the muzzle down, silently recording the distance, and aimed the crosshair at the head of the man in the suit.

Rum was still chattering, "This mission is very difficult. If you fail, it will delay your time to obtain the code name. You must..."

The crosshair was fixed on Taro Uemoto's head.

This shot depends on luck.

Mirai Ichijo interrupted Rum, "Taro Uemoto is the mission target."

He squeezed the trigger harder, "My mission is..."

Rum: "Your mission is..."

A shot rang out.

When the huge recoil of the sniper rifle hit Mirai's shoulder and neck hard, the bullet of the sniper rifle spun out rapidly, dragging the slightly slower gunshot and hitting Taro Uemoto.

Bright red leaped into the sky, splashing and freezing the whole place.

"Huh?" Mirai Ichijo put away his gun, pressed his aching shoulder, and was a little surprised, "You actually hit it?"

Incredible!Lots of luck!No need to load files!

Rum: "Protect Taro Uemoto."

……

Wait, what?
A future: "?"

Rum: "?"

"You fired," Rum said slowly in the silence after the words fell, "Did you find the attacker who wanted to assassinate Taro Uemoto?"

He spoke more slowly, "Aren't those guys planning to attack after the meeting is over?"

"...Who did you shoot?"

……

Mirai Ichijo asked smartly: "What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)