The latest website: Shuichi Akai was lying on the roof watching the scene on the roof of the opposite building, and next to his ears was the voice from the opposite roof coming from James Blake.

He heard everything Tsushima Shuji and the man opposite said.

He also quickly understood the purpose of Shuji Tsushima's visit this time.

But also a little surprised.

Because of this guess, it is really a bit...

Akai Hideo was expressionless, staring at the opposite rooftop indifferently.

Now he looked more like the Rye who had been in the organization, or rather—whiskey rye.

"If you kill someone, you will become like me." The man in white wrote lightly.

"The FBI can't control me. I'm not an American. Even if I kill someone, they don't have the right to punish me. As for Japan..." Shuji Tsushima bent down and picked up a gun.

Or rather, picked up a gun from the corpse of an FBI agent on the ground.

"You don't need to worry about it either." He straightened up slowly, and raised his gun towards the man opposite.

Sure enough, Shuji Tsushima wanted to kill that man.

Akai Shuichi watched this scene with clear eyes.

but…

Can he really do it?

Do you want to watch Shuji Tsushima kill each other with your own eyes?

Their plan to capture the living has failed. It would be good if they could kill each other, but if the other party was not killed by them...

Akai Hideichi watched the man in white raised his hands, just like the attitude he had when facing the FBI agent who broke into the rooftop.

And the former agents have already fallen on the roof at this moment, and will never stand up again.

The blood has even spread to Shuji Tsushima's feet.

And because of the man's previous actions, people can't help but wonder whether Shuji Tsushima will be like the previous agents in the next moment.

Suddenly faced several machine guns protruding from the ground, followed by a round of relentless shooting, and finally turned into a corpse.

But no.

The movements of the two of them seemed to be frozen, motionless.

Shuji Tsushima raised his gun, while the man in white raised his hand.

If it weren't for the hem of their coats being blown up by the breeze, it would really make people wonder whether they were cast with some kind of immobilization magic, or were isolated in an independent space.

While Shuichi Akai and James Black were waiting, they heard voices again.

"What? Can't you do it?" the man in white said softly.

"You are still the same as before, you are soft-hearted." He seemed a little disappointed, but also seemed to be just emotional.

"Obviously as long as I buckle the gun in my hand, the bullet can go through my brain or heart, and it can send me to death."

"Isn't this what you have wanted to do since eleven years ago?" There was a hint of bewitching in the voice.

The black-haired boy lowered his head, and Akai Hideichi could only see the opponent's pale chin and the hand holding the gun from the scope of the sniper rifle.

Still holding it firmly in front of him, without trembling at all.

Such a steady hand is really suitable for holding a gun.

"Come on, kill me and fulfill your wish." The man in white urged in a low voice.

He said he was urging, but he was not in a hurry, and his tone remained unchanged.

"It seems too cheap to kill you with a gun..." Shuji Tsushima tightened his grip on the gun again.

He finally raised his head, revealing his exposed left eye.

Akai Shuichi didn't want the opponent to shoot at this moment.

Because of that look...

Shuji Tsushima was clearly standing where he was, but he felt that the other party was already standing on the edge of the roof, precariously about to fall.

Once he did shoot the man, maybe take a different path, and never look back.

So after observing Tsushima Shuji's moving fingers, Akai Hideichi fired without hesitation.

It is uncertain whether the shot will hit.

If he is still blocked by the invisible magnetic field outside the rooftop, there is nothing he can do about it.

But this time, the bullet passed through the invisible barrier and hit the target precisely.

The gun in Shuji Tsushima's hand was shot to the ground and became unusable.

Shuji Tsushima also lowered his hand because of the force of the bullet.

Blood dripped down his pale fingertips onto the ground of the rooftop.

Mixed with the blood pouring out of the agents in front of him.

"It seems that the FBI doesn't want you to kill people." The man in white saw this scene, and the expression on his face was neither happy nor angry.

"So, do you want to give up?" He just looked at the boy's bleeding hand and asked in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter if you give up this time, you know I will always give you a chance."

"As long as you still want to do this, I will cooperate." The connivance in the words cannot be ignored.

"There will be no next time." Shuji Tsushima ignored his bleeding right hand, bent down again, and picked up a gun from another FBI corpse with his left hand.

"I don't want to do it again." He pointed his gun at the man opposite again.

This time, he didn't hesitate, the action of pulling the trigger didn't hesitate.

And Shuichi Akai also moved with his movements.

It's just that Shuji Tsushima's bullet pierced through the chest of the man in white, while Shuichi Akai's bullet was blocked from the rooftop by an invisible barrier.

That man did it on purpose.

Hideichi Akai's last bullet was not stopped, but Shuji Tsushima strengthened his determination to shoot, so when he held the gun for the second time, he shot without hesitation.

So there was no need for Akai Shuichi's second bullet.

As the bullet brought out a streak of blood through his chest, the man in white fell to the ground.

Akai Shuichi clearly heard the heavy sound when the other party fell to the ground through the headset.

But apart from that one sound, everything was silent.

When the opponent fell to the ground, his appearance was also quiet, even with a smile on his face.

"You did it, congratulations." The man in white gasped and said with a smile.

He was already lying on his back on the ground, blood was continuously flowing out of his body, dyeing his original white clothes red.

On the silent rooftop, all sounds seemed so clear.

Even the footsteps are the same.

Shuji Tsushima walked up to the man in white step by step, and stood aside, looking down at him condescendingly.

"Now, are you happy?" The man lying in the pool of blood just asked~lightnovelpub.net~ His vitality is really tenacious, obviously the bullet has penetrated his chest, and maybe even shattered his heart, but he is still Able to speak, until now has not died.

Or maybe the position of his heart is different from that of ordinary people.

But he will die eventually, it's just a matter of time.

Even the time gap between morning and evening will not be too long.

"When I went downstairs, I saw my uncle sitting on the ground leaning against the wall. He was also wearing a white suit that day, just like you." The young man who looked down at him from a high position slowly squatted down.

"After the bullet pierced the heart, the blood stained on the chest is the same." Just squatting beside the man, he spoke in a calm voice.

"But you bleed more than uncle." There was no ups and downs in his tone, neither joy nor sadness.

(end of this chapter)