The woman sat in the observation area of the operating room, looking at the situation below.

Although they nominally gave Takeda a huge fee waiver this time, they didn't pay too much - as long as they colluded with the seniors from the medical university in the Metropolitan Police Department, they could change the perpetrator to non-drunk driving with a little touch, and then they could activate the relevant costs of health insurance, and reduce the medical expenses that she and Kazuo Ota needed to pay for the Takeda family as much as possible.

As long as this operation is successful, Kazuo Ota will become the leader of the first research group in the world to complete a combined heart-liver-kidney transplant, which will be a huge leap forward for Kazuo Ota's influence in Japan and around the world. What is the cost compared to such a huge benefit?

As for other purposes...... Fujiwara's father is very rich, and Fujiwara is an only son, so Fujiwara will be the sole heir to his father's diamond chaebol in the future, and it will be beneficial if he can be drawn into the gang in the future.

And she has another reason (although this reason doesn't sound like it's worth spending on him), and it's because of Fujiwara's current status.

Just then, the woman's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Chris," a gentle male voice came from the other side. "They offered twice as much as last time."

"Or help me push it off, I don't have time to waste time on that kind of garbage movie."

With that, the woman Chrisswindard Belmode hung up.

In Fujiwara's current class, there are two groups of people: Otomo Chiba and Kokono - compared to the name Kokono Shio, Belmode still likes to call her Miyano Shiho.

Although the organization had put electronic devices on both of them to monitor their distance and prevent them from getting too close, it would be nice if there was a living person who could also come and watch.

However, none of these reasons are as important as the first two, and the first reason is the most central.

Just then, Belmode heard a chime.

[The operation in the operating room is complete.] 】

“？” Belmode stood up and looked down—the surgeon and his assistant were excitedly hugging each other.

"Did it work?" Belmode raised an eyebrow. "That guy really has some skills......

Her phone rang again – it was an international calling number. When she answered the phone, the voice of a wild and uninhibited man came from the other side.

"My surgery success bonus."

"$1 million will go into a Swiss bank soon," Belmode replied. "Your level is really worthy of the price you offered."

"I feel sorry for my level at this price." The man on the other side replied. "Next time, I will assess the difficulty of the task more reasonably, and then make an offer that is more satisfactory to me."

"Perhaps," Belmode smiled. "But these things obviously shouldn't be discussed with me – you should go and negotiate this contract with the negotiating team."

"Perhaps," the man across from him snorted. "Don't talk about it, I'll go to bed first."

———————— the dividing line of time (in fact, the person who performed the world's first heart-liver-kidney transplant in 1989 was Kazuo Ota of Tokyo Women's Medical University, and I chose to follow history.) ）

Five years later.

In the dark, Fujiwara wears sound-isolating headphones and holds a Remington 700 sniper rifle in his hand. Not far in front of him, a man was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of a lighted house, reading a book.

Fujiwara picked up his gun, took a deep breath, held his breath, and began to aim through the scope.

The target is in a semi-recumbent position, so just multiply 1.8 to get the approximate height of the target. Then use this approximate height to deduce the distance and correct the shooting angle......

Fujiwara raised the muzzle slightly, then pressed the trigger.

Looking through the scope, Fujiwara then saw a ball of blood bloom on the man's neck.

“On-target！” Synthetic electronic sounds were heard, and the darkness was completely dispelled by the lights - this was the organization's sniper training room, and the sights Fujiwara had seen before were nothing more than images simulated by electronic screens.

"It was a good fight," Fujiwara's voiced voice came from his soundproof headphones, and at the same time, a man wrapped in black clothes got up from a bench not far away and walked over. "At a distance of 300 meters, you already have a decent sniping ability."

"But it's still too far from you, isn't it?" Fujiwara said after one look at him. "Calvados, the only gun god in the group who can hit more than 700 yards with a Remington 700 and still maintain a 95 percent shooting rate."

"Two more," Calvados whispered, pulling a black ball directly in front of his mouth, which was a microphone. "In the organization...... Or at least two of all the members of the organization who can do this. ”

"Are there two more?" Fujiwara raised an eyebrow. "Why do they all say you're the only one?"

"One of them is Gin," Calvados said. "His record was a 99 percent shooting percentage for 710 yards, but he didn't count him because he asked for his record to be deleted."

"Is Gin so powerful?" Fujiwara asked. "I remember there were several other projects on record, and he was also a record holder......

"10-meter rapid fire around the target, 400-meter moving target sniper, 200-meter moving target rapid fire, he is the all-time record holder in these three events, and he is the active champion in several events." Calvados shrugged. "It's not for nothing that he's been called the most versatile member of all time."

"Who's the other 700-yard one?" Fujiwara asked again. "Is it as good marksmanship as good as Gin, but not famous?"

"Fame," Calvados said lightly. "But it's a pity that the road is not the same, he is an undercover agent sent by the FBI."

"Undercover?" Fujiwara raised an eyebrow. "Can you tell me?"

"His name is Shuichi Akai, he used to be codenamed RYe, and he's a very strong man," Calvados said. Although he has been overpowered by Gin in the close-range event, the 94-ring hit record in the 800-meter ten-shot target event has always been his proudest self-reserve (this is already the effective range limit of the standard Remington 700, as long as the hand is steady at this distance, it depends on the quality of the dispersion), and the sniper competition of 600 meters and above cannot even be compared with the number of champions.

While they were chatting, a door suddenly opened not far away—Belmode appeared behind it.

"Fujiwara," Belmode said. "You've got a new mission."