Chapter 776 Mezcal Is the Truest Self

Hui Yuan Ai put down the tissue she was wiping her mouth with.

Nobushige stood up and paid the bill.

The man in the van trembled: "The target is out."

Sohei Masama finally finished struggling with the fruit he wanted to buy, and he finally bought a lonely one.

Sitting in the car, Haihara Ai calmly pointed out: "Their tracking technology is terrible."

"It's not very professional." Nobuhiro nodded in agreement.

Silla looked so obvious and hung around them for nearly an hour. Even the owner of the fruit shop noticed something was wrong and almost kicked Silla out with a mop. The two people still didn't notice anything unusual.

"I now believe you said they have nothing to do with the organization." Haihara Ai breathed a sigh of relief, "You should be fine, right?"

"Of course, fasten your seat belt. I don't know if they will film Fast and Furious on the streets of Tokyo like before."

Haibara Ai:"???"

Although she didn't understand, she still obeyed Asano Nobushige's instructions and fastened her seat belt.

Isn't it just drag racing? There is no one in the organization who doesn't like drag racing. She has long been used to it.

On the way back, Nobuhiro maintained a leisurely pace and made no deliberate detours. Apart from canceling his trip to the supermarket, he barely noticed the tracer at all.

The reason why he canceled the supermarket trip was because Nobuhiro was worried that he would threaten the safety of others. Otherwise, he would still like to buy some toast and yogurt.

Passing through a deserted area, Haiyuan Ai said nervously: "The place ahead is very suitable for ambush snipers."

Nobuhiro's eyes also glanced at several positions from time to time.

However, not a single bullet flew toward them until they successfully passed the dangerous area.

Hey, those killers don’t have plan B? If the bomb plan fails, don't you plan to continue the assassination?

Nobushige drove into the boundary of Miwa Town, and Silla's voice came from the earphones:

"They're on the phone and may be about to take action."

"I understand. You are responsible for continuing to follow and keep an eye on people no matter what happens."

"yes."

Almost at the moment Silla's voice fell, all the cells in Xinfan's body were screaming that danger was coming.

His reaction was faster than his brain, and he immediately turned the steering wheel and turned sideways to avoid the bullet coming from a distance.

When the bullet entered the car body and shot a hole through the door, the thought that flashed through Nobuhiro's mind was: It's time to replace my car again.

Haihara Ai was not idle either. She firmly grasped the handle above and looked towards the direction of the bullet.

"The sniper is on the roof at two o'clock. Turn left ahead and there is a blind spot."

Nobushige didn't even question the accuracy of this judgment. He just did what Haihara Ai said.

The sound of gunfire tore open the night with an extremely forceful gesture, but then it quickly fell into silence after the vehicle turned, as if it had never happened before. The nearby residents may regard it as a dream, and those who know about it will only remain silent. No one knows what happened tonight, and the hunters do not know that they are about to become prey.

"I found the snipers! Their clothes are very familiar. I will send you the photos now!" Silla reported while following.

Xinfan tapped the screen of his phone to enlarge the photo sent by Silla.

Haiyuan Ai glanced at it, and then frowned deeply: "I have seen this logo on the official website of Interpol."

"Have you heard of EVIL?" Nobushige asked.

"EVIL?" Hui Yuan Ai said in shock, "You mean that American killer organization? Could it be that the person who is chasing you is an EVIL killer?"

Nobuhiro shook his head and said: "The bullet is of 0.22 mm caliber. The distance between us and the sniper is less than a hundred yards, but the ballistic deviation is so large, which shows that the rifle used by the sniper is an AR7. This kind of rifle that is easy to disassemble is effective. The range is only fifty yards, anything over a hundred yards requires great skill.”

Haibara Ai didn't understand firearms, so she was confused and asked: "Isn't this EVIL's usual weapon?"

"It used to be. Fifty years ago, the AR7 was sought after by killers and the military for its convenient design and lightweight body, but its shortcomings were soon exposed." Nobushige drove quickly out of the range of the AR7 Scope, "As far as I know EVIL should have eliminated AR7 five years ago."

Haihara Ai immediately understood: "Maybe they were once EVIL's killers, but in recent years they have quit working alone. Maybe they are still under EVIL's name, but they just secretly take orders."

The larger the organization, the stricter its internal management. Killer organizations like EVIL probably have records of every bullet and gun used. The killer can only use the AR7 that he retired before to take on private work.

Nobuhiro said frankly: "I don't want to offend EVIL, but if I just help them deal with a few little mice that are stealing food, it should be quite simple."

Haiyuan Ai looked at Xinfan seriously, always looking a little helpless, and then she said in a daze: "Brother Xinfan, you look really good like this."

Xin Fan was confused: "What does it look like?"

"It's just that confident and high-spirited look when you mention something you are about to do." Haiyuan murmured, "I even think you are the most carefree at night, you don't have to worry about anyone else, and you don't have to worry about anything. It’s really good to just do whatever you want to do.”

Compared to the Asano Nobushige in the music classroom and the Mori Detective Agency during the day, Mescal at night seems to be his most real side.

Nobushige was stunned for a moment, and he looked at himself in the rearview mirror with some confusion.

Well, he might have to admit that he was indeed quite happy just now. It is a kind of confidence that everything is under control, and confidence always makes people relax.

Nobushige suddenly realized that among the three identities of Asano Nobushige, Mescal and Morofushi Kagemitsu, the one he was most confident in was Mescal, whom he hated the most.

While he loathes everything mezcal represents, he plays mezcal with ease.

The work of Asano Nobushige and Morofushi Kagemitsu is more like a process of constant self-denial.

But fortunately, Nobuhiro's mind was always clear at all times. Even though he was feeling the pleasure brought by the identity of Mescal, he could clearly realize what he should do.

Just turn yourself into a machine that has been programmed in advance, and proceed step by step according to the original vision and plan.

That's all.

Nobushige sent Haibara Ai home, while he turned on his computer, logged into the organization's intranet, and memorized an address that popped up on the screen.

Let the night people do the things at night.

Are you ready?

Nobushige put on clothes that made it easier to move around at night, and quietly sneaked out of Asano's house like a ghost, moving quickly in a certain direction.