Chapter 286 Fisherman

An hour later, at the bridgehead of a suburban bridge.

The traffic was coming and going, but it was much smaller than that in the city. Shimizu Koji parked the car on the side of the road, looked around, and just as he was about to take out his phone, he saw a middle-aged man gradually walking up the stairs on the embankment beside the bridge.

Baseball cap, goggles, white hair, square nose, yes, it was this man.

However, fishing rod, small stool, two lively fish of unknown species, but looked delicious.

This, someone from the organization?

Shimizu Koji looked a little strange.

"You are late."

Although Cohen had never seen Shimizu Koji, Shimizu Koji's eyes did not hide his emotions, so the contact was successful.

His voice was indifferent, and no emotion could be heard. Without waiting for Shimizu Koji to reply, Cohen added: "But it doesn't matter, it's just a small task. No one will care about such details except Gin."

"Oh?"

"You are a newcomer, you don't understand yet, but you will understand soon."

"The rare good days should be over soon. Do you want fish?" Cohen sighed inexplicably, and suddenly raised his hand to signal. Shimizu Koji was slightly surprised, but he was not polite and directly reached out to take one.

The fish was packed in a special bag with water in it, and it looked like it weighed three or four pounds.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, - Sarco."

Under the goggles, Cohen's eyes were locked on Shimizu Koji's face.

This face, young, made him feel a little uncomfortable.

It's not a baby face, but it obviously looks no more than 20 years old. Cohen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. A young man of this age might be another thorny guy.

There are many young people in the organization, and even those guys in their twenties are impatient. I am afraid that Shimizu Koji will be even more so.

Cohen frowned, but didn't say anything, because in the organization, everyone's code of conduct is not to ask anything.

Shimizu Koji turned around and put the fish on his car, and parked the car in a nearby parking lot.

When he came back, Cohen had just packed up his original fishing suit and sat in the driver's seat.

Cohen's car is just an ordinary Toyota sedan, and the reason why Shimizu Koji didn't drive his own car is because his car is too conspicuous.

"Mission target."

After getting in the car, Cohen drove directly without waiting for him to fasten his seat belt, and at the same time, he threw two character information forms into his arms, like a commission.

Shimizu Koji didn't care at first, but after taking a look, his mood suddenly became strange.

Mamiya Mitsuru, Mamiya Takato

Wait, what is this——?

Shimizu Koji quickly recalled the experience. If he remembered correctly, Mamiya Mitsuru had indeed hired a killer at that time, and at that time he even laughed in his heart, hundreds of thousands of dollars were transferred, but he still had to wait in line.

So, it was his turn.

But what about Mamiya Takato? Shimizu Koji picked up Mamiya Takato's information, and Cohen was watching his movements. Seeing that he turned to the second one so quickly, he confirmed Shimizu Koji's impetuous personality and said, "Under normal circumstances, the organization will not execute two such murder commissions at the same time."

"But you also saw that they are a father and son, hiring each other to kill each other, which is really interesting."

Shimizu Koji didn't know what to say.

"Yeah, it's true."

——

In the forest, the dense greenery can also make people breathless. If Cohen had known that this was the case, Shimizu Koji would have agreed to his initial proposal - let him decide.

Instead of going up the mountain to snipe.

"Can you use a gun?"

"Just a little bit."

"Oh?"

Cohen turned his head curiously and glanced at Shimizu Koji, but still didn't ask anything.

Along the way, he didn't see what was so special about Shimizu Koji. The knife did look like a famous knife, but times have changed. Cohen didn't think that a simple kendo master could get his own code name at such a young age and such a level.

Although there was not much involution in the organization, it still made him feel like he had lived in vain.

It was indeed the first time for Shimizu Koji to touch a sniper rifle. He now had a knife on his waist and a long bag with a sniper rifle on his shoulder, which was considered fully armed.

After walking for more than ten minutes on the fallen leaves, he finally saw the light.

Cohen took the lead, followed by Shimizu Koji. There was a cliff. Looking down, he could clearly see the whole picture of the blue castle surrounded by the forest.

"Let's go, let's change places."

"? What?"

Kouji Shimizu, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked. Cohen was cool and expressionless, just pointing to a cliff below, "That place is good, it should be 400 yards away from the target point, it's too far here."

Kouji Shimizu looked in the direction he pointed, and his eyes twitched twice. It would take another two or three hours to walk back and forth in this barren mountain.

But this is a very common thing for Cohen, a veteran sniper.

"I think it's not necessary, it's about the same here."

"Hmm?"

This time it was Cohen's turn to be confused. What is almost the same?

Well, considering that he only knew a little bit just now, he didn't bother with Shimizu Koji about it. "This place is at least 800 yards away from the target point, and--"

Cohen said, stepping on the cliff edge under his feet, "The cliff edge here is too prominent, and it is impossible to find a suitable sniper point."

"However, if you want to practice bird hunting skills here, it's not impossible. Anyway, this mission is actually very simple, and you won't be asked to shoot when the time comes."

"Oh? Then what am I here for?"

"This, you should ask Belmode, maybe she wants you to get used to the environment of the organization? You look very young."

Cohen said lightly without explaining too much.

Shimizu Koji looked down at the ground under his feet. He couldn't see anything wrong, and Cohen seemed to notice his doubts and smiled. "Wait, I'm talking to you. You don't want to hold the gun and wait for the target to appear?"

After Cohen said this, Shimizu Koji understood that if he lay down, the cliff was too high and too prominent, and it was indeed difficult to snipe down. If he kept holding a sniper rifle weighing several kilograms, he would be tired and the accuracy of the sniper would be affected.

It's not that he didn't understand these, but gradually, he couldn't think normally.

"Help me hold it and stand behind."

Shimizu Koji handed Cohen his "own" sniper rifle and the bag. Cohen took it with a confused look on his face. He watched Shimizu Koji draw his sword out of the sheath. Although he was confused, his instinct still made him listen to Shimizu Koji's persuasion and retreat behind Shimizu Koji.

The sword flashed, and with a "clang", the sword was sheathed.

This simple and unpretentious sword was also an intentional display of Shimizu Koji's strength. In this organization where it is obvious that whoever has the bigger fist has the final say, it is best not to be looked down upon.