"You mentioned Split Eagle, didn't you?" asked Moonlight as she leaned against the counter and counted the bills.

"Is Mr. Moonlight familiar with him?"

"That's not true, I've only met a few times, and every time I come here, it's a completely different face, but the smell on my body hasn't changed, and although my appearance has been finely camouflaged, I still can't escape this nose. Moonlight put the bills into the drawer at the counter and walked over to F, "Since you were introduced by him, that is, you two are from Gentitu?"

"Obviously. F took down a silver pistol from the shelf, this gun is very exquisitely made, and it feels very comfortable to hold and aim, "Mr. Moonlight, how much does this gun cost?"

Moonlight glanced at the gun in F's hand and said with a smile: "This gun can be sold no matter how much it costs." ”

"What do you mean?"

"If you're a Gruntu, I'll make it clear. Moonlight took the pistol and said slowly, "This gun has a history, and that was when Gerntu was just established. A World War II veteran found the trophy when he was cleaning the battlefield, and when he found it, the gun was not silver, and it is said that the body of the gun at that time was vermilion, and the feel was also very poor, and the surface was all rust. ”

"Then the veteran took the gun back and carefully rubbed it out of its original color, which is what we see now. At the end of World War II, the gun was lost again on the battlefield, and the second person to possess it was named Hanashima Teraoka, who is now the head of the Japanese branch of Gerntu. ”

"Then why did he put his gun at Mr. Moonlight?" asked F.

"Actually, before I did this, I was also a member of Gruntu, and at that time, Teraoka was not a branch minister, just an ordinary killer. The two of us teamed up on an assassination mission like you, but due to the failure of a mission, I had the idea of quitting the organization, but once I entered Gruntu, I will be here for the rest of my life, and quitting the organization means being hunted down by Sass. ”

"In order to get me out of the SARS team, Teraoka asked his superiors for a year to help me win a chance to supply weapons and equipment to killers from all over the world. He put this gun with me temporarily, saying that as long as someone can complete the task we missed back then, this gun will belong to that person, but no one has been able to complete it, and this gun has been lying here for nearly ten years. ”

I didn't expect that Moonlight turned out to be Hanashima Teraoka's partner before, and I had never heard of such a thing.

"What's that mission?" Fujiwara asked, seeming interested.

"The assassination of the current prime minister, even if it is a change of office, is not limited to a single person, but to a position that is almost impossible to touch. ”

Fujiwara and F were dumbfounded, they finally knew why no one had done this task after Teraoka and Tsukiko, and if there was a world of difference between the assassination of a nobleman and a senator, then the relationship between the assassination of a senator and the prime minister would also be the same.

"It's not very difficult, as long as it's a killer, almost all of them can do it, but the consequences are very serious, detectives and police from all walks of life will come to the door, even if they can't catch the killer, they will lose their souls, so no one has dared to take on this task. Moonlight sighed, fortunately, their mission had failed back then, otherwise it would be impossible to run the shop as smoothly as it is now.

"Hey, looks like you want it. Fujiwara saw F staring intently at the silver pistol, and he understood his thoughts, but it was better to focus on what was in front of him than a flashy gun, "Mr. Moonlight, do you have any useful guns here?"

"Oh?" Moonlight put the gun back on the shelf and pointed behind them, "I don't have any inferior goods here, so choose for yourself, there is a shooting range behind here, you can go there to practice, but you will have to charge another fee for the bullets used in practice." ”

The two of them each picked out their own pleasing guns, and carried them to the rear shooting range.

About half an hour later, F paid 500,000 to buy two guns from Moonshine, and when he was about to put them away, he suddenly caught a glimpse of several bullets in front of his counter, which were not like the bullets he had seen normally, but more like specially made ones.

"Mr. Moonlight, what is this?"

Moonlight pinched one of them and said with interest, "Oh, this, each of the killers who come to me will ask for one of these bullets. ”

"Why is that??," Fujiwara picked up one of them, and found that there seemed to be a person's name engraved on it, "Hmm? Hanashima Takashi...... Isn't that the name of the boss?"

"Do you know him?" Moonlight asked.

"He was our teacher. F said.

"Well, then you guys can bring it back, that guy came to me last year and ordered this bullet and hasn't come back since, I don't like to leave other people's things here, I'll dispose of the rest as soon as possible." ”

"Mr. Moonlight, is there any point in this bullet?"

Moonlight pulled a cigarette out of a drawer and just put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, without any intention of lighting it.

"Killers carry this bullet with them, but they never put it in the magazine, and when the killer is faced with a situation where he is found by the enemy and cannot escape, this bullet is the weapon they use to end their lives, and they call it 'final bullet', which means the final bullet. Moonlight fiddled with the cigarette repeatedly, and then said: "The killer line walks on the blade every day, killing more people, and I don't know when these hands will end themselves." ”

F was lost in thought, Moonlight was right, and that was why he chose to quit the organization.

"Mr. Moonlight, how much does this bullet cost to order?" asked F seriously after a long time.

"I won't charge for it today, originally it cost at least 10,000 yuan, so you're lucky. Moonlight pulled out a red box from behind him, which contained all kinds of bullets, but they were all generic pistol bullets, just a little more ornamental than usual.

The two of them each picked out a "final bomb" of their own and put it in Moonlight's hand.

"Remember to come and get it in three days, by the way, tell me your name. ”

"Ryuji Fujiwara. ”

“F。 ”

"Is there only one letter as a codename? There aren't many guys like this who ask me to order the final bullet, you can come and get it tomorrow, it will save a lot of production time. Moonlight hung the closing sign in the doorway, turned and went into the back room.

"Now, Fujiwara, can you show me Hanashima-sensei's final bomb?" asked Fujiwara on the way back.

"Here you go. ”

The bullet is mediocre, with the three characters of Hanashimataki engraved on it, and the workmanship is very fine, as if you can see the war carved on this bullet.

"Do you think we're going to use this bullet?" Fujiwara hesitated for a long time before asking.

F shook his head: "I don't know, maybe, it's up to us." ”

"We?"

"Well, you go and leave it to Mr. Hanajima-sensei, I still have some things to go to Mr. Split. F was separated from Fujiwara halfway through, and he didn't have to think about it to know that he must have taken on the task of assassinating the prime minister.

In the evening, Frustrated, F returned to the restaurant in Gerntu, where Fujiwara was the only one, and the rest of the people didn't seem to like eating here, only the two of them came here every day.

"What's wrong? Did someone else pre-empt the task? Fujiwara held his cheeks and watched as he walked towards his F, the expression on his face was not like frustration, it seemed to be full of confusion.

"Mr. Split Eagle didn't let me take that job. F sat down across from Fujiwara and whispered.

"Yes, why?"

"He said I hadn't fully recognized myself yet, Fujiwara, I asked you a question, and you answered me truthfully. ”

"What's the problem?"

"Who are you?"

"Huh?" Fujiwara was stunned, frowned and replied carefully, "Fujiwara Ryuji." ”

"That's how it feels...... the confusion on F's face grew thick again, "I answered my name at the time, but Mr. Split Eagle denied it. ”

"What a strange fellow, there's no answer to this kind of question, right?"

"Why do you say that?" F looked at Fujiwara angrily, his disdainful expression didn't seem to seriously answer the question he asked, but for some reason, he seemed to be able to see some answers in Fujiwara's words.

"It makes no sense for people to be born into this world, and the mechanized life and goals are all they have, but when we abandon them, we are nothing, right? We who have goals play the role of Fujiwara and F, and we are nothing without goals, this kind of question seems to me to have no answer at all, because even we ourselves don't know who this body is. ”

After listening to Fujiwara's words, F seemed to fall into an even thicker fog.

After several battles, it dawned on him, and he suddenly stood up and ran out of the restaurant.

"Hey, you're not eating!"

"We'll talk about it later!"

As soon as he ran out of the restaurant, F dialed Split Eagle's phone number.

"Hey, Mr. Split Eagle?"

"Don't contact me by phone until you can't say anything, forget it, what's the matter?"

"Can we meet now?"

A few minutes later, in the woods of the square, F saw a cracked eagle with a bird mask.

"So, have you figured out the previous question?" Split Eagle looked at F, smiled lightly and asked, "Who are you?"

"I don't know. F's face still no longer has the confusion it had before, but the firmness after breaking the confusion.

"I don't know? That's not a ...... answer."

"But!" the latter words of F's words intrigued Split Eagle again, and he continued to listen.

"Now I'm going to take over that task as F. ”

Crackhawk smiled satisfactorily and slowly disappeared into the night.