Chapter XII

The bright moon was not affected by the smoke and sweet smell of gunpowder, and still hung high in the air, sprinkling light brilliance on all things in heaven and earth equally.

Gin is left-handed, and the gunshot wound on his left upper arm prevents him from aiming at the enemy as steadily as before, and the muzzle shake is very small, but it is already a great weakening for snipers who require extremely high accuracy.

What's more—there was a distance of seven hundred yards between them.

"Bao woo woo don't fight, don't fight, the recoil will aggravate the injury, let's hide and wait for rescue, right?"

Kawashima Ezaki ignored the noisy crying of the system.

The pain made his eyes brighter, and his blood-pale lips were pursed, and even traces of blood could be seen on the inside of his lips.

The finger on the trigger is slowly pressed.

"Bang!"

Bullet out of the chamber.

A strand of scorched silver hair fell to the ground, and Gin oozed blood from his cheeks.

Kawashima Ezaki snorted, and the recoil recoil was in the shoulder socket, which pulled the gunshot wound in the chest fiercely, and the sweet smell in his mouth became stronger.

System: qaq

Just when the system thought that the host was really going to play itself to death this time, the support of the guard department finally arrived!

The rooftop door was about to be knocked away by the people who rushed in.

Some of the people who were freed carried police riot shields to rescue Kawashima Esaki.

The other part of the people rushed to the place where Gin was, intending to surround him in the urn and catch turtles.

The police officer in charge briefly checked Kawashima Esaki's injuries and called the medical team over the walkie-talkie. "The sniper is injured, what about the medical team? Let them hurry downstairs and stand by, and we'll send them down right away! ”

He avoided the injury and lifted Kawashima Esaki to his feet.

Before Kawashima Esaki left, he glanced back in the direction of Gin.

The riot shield blocked most of his vision, and by the clear moonlight, he still saw a pitch-black figure standing on the rooftop in the distance.

Silent, quiet, black as a large beast.

The gaze with a strong presence and a hook-like gaze always falls on Kawashima Ezaki's face.

The young man hooked the corners of his mouth and withdrew his gaze.

Sure enough, it was a madman, and the police were about to form an encirclement, and they were still standing there with no intention of escaping.

Kawashima Esaki sincerely wishes:

"Gin, oranges sooner or later."

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The long-lost "Grim Reaper Schoolboy" comic has suddenly been updated!

It's also a memory egg!

Readers showed the expression of the old man in the subway looking at his mobile phone, and then clicked to buy it with a righteous mouth, and turned over and read the short twelve-page plot several times.

The easter eggs unfold from the perspective of the black-clad organization.

About seven years ago, the organization planned to eliminate a government official named Wudaiyi. This person is opposed to violent crime and has a tough attitude, and has repeatedly publicly criticized vicious incidents, influencing the organization to infiltrate Japan.

As a result, Gin, who is a high-ranking cadre of the organization, was instructed to take full charge of the assassination operation.

In the beginning, everything went smoothly under Gin's control.

Bombs and bugs were planted, and the low-level personnel of the organization who did not know anything were allowed to squat in runaway trucks, and even arranged Chianti sniping near the banquet hotel.

Kills are interlocking!

According to the organization's usual mobility, the Fifth Generation's Yi Councillor has absolutely no chance of surviving.

However, this mission failed!

In the black-and-white comics, men with long silver hair make their way through a retrograde crowd, leaving behind the police and the crowd watching the excitement.

He climbed straight into a black Porsche 356A parked on the side of the road.

Ignoring the gunshot wounds to his arm and cheek, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

"Whew-"

Gin exhaled a long puff of smoke, "Drive." ”

"Okay, big brother."

Vogart drove the car away, and Chianti, who was sitting in the back of the car, was wiping his gun and asked, "Is the man dead?" ”

"I was shot and rescued."

Chianti snorted, "He's lucky, but with the power of the M82A1 sniper rifle/gun, one shot is deadly enough." ”

The air is filled with the bitter smell of nicotine.

Gin didn't answer, and his green eyes squinted slightly and looked out the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

Viewers who love "Grim Reaper Schoolboy" turned here, and couldn't help but pick up a magnifying glass and look back, Gin was shot twice, right??

Don't be ridiculous, it's Gin!

The werewolf with the number one sniper strength in the black-clothed organization was actually shot twice by a little-known little person, and even only hit the other party once???

They don't understand.

Their fists are hard.

They turned the page, just when the "little people" were rescued by the police.

The young man was helped up by the policeman's arms, and when he looked back, the moonlight hit half of his side face, which was very beautiful, it was the kind of coldness mixed with a little sense of depression, and the alienation was revealing a noble beauty.

The facial features are delicate and three-dimensional, but they will not be unable to distinguish gender.

His skin was as white as snow on the edge of the clouds, his face was expressionless, his long eyelashes were half-hidden with ink pupils, and under the bridge of his tall nose, he pursed his pale lips stained with blood.

“……”

The audience snapped and turned off their phones.

Holding the heartbeat of "dong dong dong" for a long time, he couldn't come back to his senses.

Hemp!

I'm in love again!

After the update of Chapter 521 of "Death Schoolboy", the identity of the new character was hotly discussed on the forum, and some people suspected that he was the enemy of Gin's fate, Aoyama ○○ has found a way of thinking, and next, the plot will enter the chapter of this person.

The Yan dogs were snorting to death and were waiting for it.

At this time, Kawashima Esaki had just been admitted to the hospital.

He was very unlucky, the bullet just broke the ribs, the broken ribs were inserted into the middle of the heart and lungs, and both organs were damaged, but fortunately, the wound was not deep, but if the bullet was a little stronger, he might not even have a chance to enter the operating room.

"Hurry, hurry! The patient is already unconscious, the situation is dangerous, and surgery must be performed immediately! ”

The youth was wheeled into the operating room.

A nurse came over with a surgical consent form, "Who is the patient's family?" ”

Several men in police uniforms looked at each other.

Kawashima Esaki is not even a member of their police protection section, everyone is not very familiar with each other, how can they know the contact information of the other party's family.

"Can a colleague sign it?"

The nurse shook her head, "Colleague can't do it, it must be signed by family members." ”

"Wait a minute."

The man in charge took off his hat, took out his mobile phone, and said to his companion, "I'll call Section Chief Tokita and ask." ”

When Tokita Ichiro received the call, he was driving to the hospital.

To put it mildly, it depends on the owner to beat the dog. He is the same section leader as Kamijiqing, and his position is the same, it doesn't matter if Kamijiqing borrows someone from him, and it doesn't matter if the content of the task is kept secret from him, his only condition is to inform his subordinates of their life safety in real time.

Kamiji Harushi agreed.

So, as soon as he learned that Kawashima had been shot, Uetera Haru relayed the news to Tokita Ichiro.

When Tian Ichiro came back to his senses, he was already on his way to the hospital.

The black Mazda's engine roared, the business car almost drove like a racing car, and the neon lights on both sides of the road retreated sharply like a line.

"Mr. Tokita, do you have the contact information of Mr. Kawashima's family? The nurse said that relatives were required to sign a consent form for the surgery. ”

Tokita Ichiro drifted and parked the car in the parking space.

"He has no relatives, wait for me, I'll sign."

He takes that responsibility.

After the man finished speaking, he turned off his headphones, and his long legs, wrapped in cargo pants and leather boots, ran quickly, and soon found the door of the operating room.

After signing the operation sheet and the letter of responsibility, Shida Ichiro grabbed his hair and sat on the chair.

"Say."

The police escort department looked at his depressed appearance, licked his lips, and asked in a little frightened whisper, "What did you say?"

Tokita Ichiro stood up again and grabbed the police officer by the collar.

Under the black police uniform, the white collar was obviously rubbed with blood - this was rubbed when he got up from Fukawashima Ezaki, and Tokita Ichiro saw it as soon as he came.

The man is 1.82 meters tall, his thick hair is scratched and messy, there are a lot of bloodshot eyes, and he looks like a homeless man with a stub on his chin and beard.

But the homeless will not have this power, nor will they have such a sense of oppression.

"When you rescued him, what was his state, how many shots were he in, where was the injury, whether it was in danger or not, and who sniped him? Did you catch it? ”

The police protection section was stunned by his six or seven questions in one breath.

Stumbling replied: "When we rushed up, he was still in a shooting posture and shed a lot of blood. It should have been shot, and several other warheads were found at the scene...... Well, we were only in charge of rescuing Mr. Kawashima and didn't participate in the arrest operation, so I don't know if anyone was caught yet......"

The last few words get lighter and lighter.

The man in the black trench coat let go of him and spun around like a headless fly.

After a few seconds, he came again and asked for a warhead.

Tokita Ichiro, who studied gunfire traces at university, frowned as he looked at the four bullets in the transparent sealed bag.

The threads are very deep, and they are the marks caused by the instantaneous push of a large dose of gunpowder.

- Dare to continue shooting even if you are hit by a heavy sniper!

Tokita Ichiro has no strength to get angry.

He seemed to be drained of all his physical strength and spirit in an instant, and his soul was free from his body without traction, and he looked at the red light with the words "during surgery" in a daze.

"Don't play yourself to death......"

There is a limit to people's unluck, and when they are unlucky to a certain extent, they will inexplicably begin to go far.

Kawashima Esaki is in this state.

Six hours later, the doctor came out and said that the operation was very successful, and that he would be observed in the intensive care unit for a day tomorrow, and if he was fine, he could be transferred to the low-risk ward to slowly recuperate.

"He's in good shape, so you don't have to worry too much."

Probably because Tokita Ichiro was in a very bad state, the doctor reminded with a smile, "The patient still needs someone to take care of it, don't be tired and sick, increase our workload." ”

Tokita Ichiro nodded, but he was thinking in his heart about what kind of work he could send his subordinates to complete tomorrow, and which ones he had to do by himself?

Early the next morning.

Kawashima Ezaki was conscious, the effect of the anesthetic had faded, and the pain in his right chest was so painful that he took off.

"Awake?"

The man's voice rang out beside the bedside.

Kawashima Ezaki looked up at him, well, this one looks worse than his injury.