[You have detected 'disguised enemy', 13.]
[You noticed the 'gun-hiding prop', camera.]
[You successfully hit the 'disguised enemy', causing him to be seriously injured, a total of three shots.]
[You successfully hit the 'Sniper and Observer', one shot killed two people, a total of one shot.]
[You are attacked by an enemy sniper. Due to your rich experience, you easily dodge the sniper and instinctively counterattack, successfully hitting the enemy...]
[Ten meters away from the glass.]
[You stalled the enemy's counterattack for three seconds.]
[Do not shoot while rolling to ensure a hit.]
[You are attacked by an enemy sniper. Due to your rich experience, you easily dodge dozens of bullets, but you were shot in the arm.]
[The mission target is dead.]
[You successfully hit the Observer. The enemy sniper is sniping alone.]
[You are dead.]
[You have detected the 'sniper' and the 'observer', and successfully hit the 'sniper', who is now dead.]
[The camp has been bound, please do not try to fight for the enemy's 'Observer'.]
[The enemy's 'observer' turns into a 'sniper' and is in a solo sniping situation.]
[Please do not laugh after killing the enemy sniper to ensure emotional stability and hit rate of the new enemy sniper.]
[You are dead.]
...
The meeting was a solemn one, with all the attendees, whether they were members of the legislature, staff, or the media, dressed in black suits, solemn as if Mount Fuji was about to erupt in a second, so they were dressed in their own funeral attire.
Uemoto Tarō was seated on the stage, smiling as he looked out over the hall and the crowd of people in the hall, unperturbed by the blinding flashing lights and live streaming cameras.
He seemed to be a good councilor who was loved by the citizens.
But only he knew how his heart was pounding underneath that smile.
And only he knew that in a few moments, someone would die in this funeral-like presentation.
Only he knew.
-If there were no assassins in the room.
But with a crowd of nearly three people, staff and outside media, is it true that there are no enemies in the room?
Uemoto Tarō didn't know.
He only smiled without changing his expression, and stood up at the right time, "There is one more thing of the utmost importance in inviting you all here today."
The flashes of the flashbulbs became more blinding, and the clicks of the photographs were endless.
"It's about the terrorist attack a while back."
Uemoto Tarō said, "Unfortunately, there were no survivors of the terrorist attack, nearly half a hundred victims were killed."
"This is a big mistake on the part of the police and a big mistake on our part."
Amidst the ear-splitting photo ops, he raised his hand with a smile, stopping the barrage of questions from the media in advance, "Some time has passed since the incident, and I think it's time for me to give you some information about the case."
Some of the information about the terrorist attack was kept strictly confidential.
While many media outlets have learned about the theoretically secret information through various channels, and Tokyo residents have learned about more frightening rumors through a variety of freshly published urban legends, the official release of this information will be a major step forward.
But when the official announcement of the absolutely secret information was finally made, both the media on the spot and the audience watching the live broadcast couldn't help but hold their breath.
For a moment, even the flash and the clicking sound of photographs were reduced to a cliff, and there was only silence.
"The first thing we'd like to announce is the identities of the victims of this terrorist attack," Uemoto Tarō said, "most of them were Tokyo natives, some of them were criminals who lacked household registration information, and some of them were on the police's list of most wanted people with a very prestigious name."
He raised his hand again, pre-empting the outcry and questions, calmly anticipating the first concerns, "Yes, they are all convicts."
"And the perpetrator of the terrorist attack is also a convict."
"Through the police's reconstruction of the scene, we can determine that there were no less than five perpetrators, who were professionally trained, cooperated with each other, divided their work clearly when breaking into each house, and stopped the people in the houses almost simultaneously at the first time."
That's the police's judgment.
Uemoto Tarō is a member of the organization, but he does not know the details of this top secret case in the organization, so he was very serious and calm when he made his judgment. He paused for a moment and added: "The people who restored the case are top students who came back from New York. They received professional training from the American police and are quite outstanding."
After that, he said solemnly: "With a team of five or more people, we easily dealt with nearly half a hundred dangerous elements who had gathered for unknown reasons. It was really..."
"Terrifying."
Horror for the people of Tokyo, horror for the police, horror for the politicians, and even more horror for Uemoto Tarō, who was a member of the organization, but not a willing member.
He took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the stuffy one again, "And so, on file, the name we have for the perpetrator of this terrorist attack is,"
"-'Satan'."
Almost as soon as the title was solemnly uttered, in the frozen silence of the arena, Uemoto Tarō heard a sound.
It was a gunshot.
A sniper rifle shot that was nearly deafening enough to send everyone in the room into a frenzy.
Uemoto Tarō: "?!"
His first thought was: sure enough, those hyenas won't wait until the end of the meeting to make their move.
His second thought was: It's probably a blessing that he's now dying in plain sight and no longer working for that repulsive organization.
The third thought was: ...wait, he didn't seem to feel the pain of being sniped.
The sniper shot was only the first, and soon, before the people in the arena could recover from their instinctive stiffness at the sound of the shot, and before the screams could even begin to form a single line, there was a second, a third, and a fourth shot.
The gunshots came one after the other, very rhythmically, like a musical instrument being played.
To form a song, there is of course more than one instrument, so in addition to the sniper shots there were other shots that played a supporting role, some were also sniper shots, some were pistols.
The gunshots intertwine to create a very obvious situation: two parties are fighting.
And they were evenly matched.
The screams in the room finally erupted into a cascade, and most people's first instinct was to get out of the cramped hall and rush outside, to get out of the neighborhood as quickly as possible, but outside was the source of the gunfire, the front line of the unknowns' fight.
At the end of the meeting, many of the media, who were not qualified to enter, were clustered in the street outside, and were converging into a continuous stream of panicked people, circling and screaming in a panic that directly overpowered the screams inside the arena.
There are some transparent windows in the hall, many people can see the street running endless crowd of panic, but also saw the crowd of people against the flow of near the arena, just pulled out a gun was sniped directly on the ground.
Then another sniper shot rang out.
This time the target was no longer outside.
The bullet trails off and shatters the wall, hitting one of the journalists inside the arena halfway across his body, and he falls to the ground, his hand fumbling in his pocket and his gun rolling on the ground a few times, causing a lot of screams of terror.
Ordinary people don't carry guns.
Uemoto Tarō looked at the gun in dismay, and almost instantly recognized the identity of the man who had been shot: an assassin who had infiltrated the arena.
He further decided that since the person who was shot was an assassin, the person who fired the gun was most likely a member of the organization responsible for protecting him.
...Are the members of the organization insane?
They attacked the assassin in public before the assassin even started to act, and they're sniping maniacs!
Is this an attack on the assassin? No, it's not self-defense, it's a terrorist attack on Tokyo!
The bullet that just entered the lobby and hit the assassin even went through the wall!
In other words, as long as the sniper didn't have vision and didn't see the assassin's plan to assassinate him with his gun, it was an almost indiscriminate attack.
How can someone hit an enemy through a wall? It's not like they have eyes in the sky!
Anyone who could do such a thing was...
"Psychopath!"
"What a bunch of psychopaths!"
Because someone was shot and fell to the ground, the crowd in the venue was completely panicked. Some people rushed deeper into the building, while others instinctively rushed to the street, wanting to leave the area. Most of them realized without hesitation that the sniper attack might have been caused by today's meeting.
The wounded man on the ground, who was only seriously injured but not immediately dead, was left unattended, and soon became an assassin due to the loss of blood and trampling.
Uemoto Tarō glanced at the councilors, who were also split in two directions, gritted his teeth, and pushed his way into the crowd that was pouring out the door.
Midway through the trip, something flickered in the corner of one of the windows, on the top floor of a building in the distance from the window.
It was a sniper.
In the next second, another sniper shot rang out, and the flickering glass shattered, sending dazzling shards of glass crashing into the crowd.
The bullet almost misses Uemoto Tarō, hitting a cameraman's assistant beside him.
The assistant, who was carrying a spare camera, had a hole punched through his chest, the lower part of his body still traveling with inertia in Uemoto Tarō's direction, the upper part of his body leaning back with the force of the impact, his hand clutching the camera, his eyes widening in disbelief, and he fell to the ground with a heavy thud.
The backup camera fell to the ground, breaking out some parts. A black gun bounced a few times at the feet of the people around, but it didn't attract anyone's attention. It didn't even stop bouncing before being kicked around and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Like the first journalist who fell to the ground, the photographer's assistant was also an assassin.
The crowd was like a rushing river under a waterfall, and Uemoto Tarō was swept forward for some distance, unable to turn around and walk back toward the bodies, and with no intention of going back, he caught a quick glimpse of the guns and surged forward of his own accord.
The sniper fire continued, and people were being shot.
Some were far away from Uemoto Tarō, some were close to him, men and women, staff and media, some had already pulled out their rifles and were pointing them at Uemoto Tarō, some hadn't, but they all had two things in common.
One, they were assassins sent by the Black Organization.
Second, none of them hurt Uemoto Tarō.
The shot that did the most damage to Uemoto Tarō was the one that just passed him by and hit the enemy, almost splattering him with blood.
He made his way through the almost increasingly panicked and disoriented crowd, trying to lift his head to take in a deep breath of air that felt like suffocation.
A staffer rushed up to him, took one long look at him, and with some surprise, "Senator Uemoto!"
"You, you..."
The staff member raised his hand to block out the others, and was pushed forward, barely finding some composure amidst the panic, "Where's the security?!"
Uemoto Tarō was wondering the same thing: Where's the security?
Most of them were police officers.
With all this commotion, they should be out there keeping order, right? Even if they can't keep order now, they should be out there for a while, waiting for the police to arrive in force.
If it's about the senator, the police will be there in no time.
It was not until he stepped out of the door that the 'river' naturally dispersed like a stone and then gathered again after a distance. Uemoto Tarō's question was finally answered: Where is the security guard? Dead.
They were not killed by sniper rifles, but by small-caliber pistols, and the attackers who shot them were killed by sniper rifles, forming 'stone' that temporarily dispersed the crowd.
Uemoto Tarō lost his voice, almost numbly, as he passed by the 'stone'.
The staff member who had just questioned him also lost his voice, and followed some distance away before suddenly saying, "Senator Uemoto."
The sniper's shot rang out as usual.
After a while, the bullets came again, and Uemoto Tarō turned around and was greeted with a head full of blood.
The staff member's hand with the dagger froze in mid-air, and froze for two seconds in the open space where the crowd had dispersed a bit before falling to the ground with the impact of the bullet, turning into a 'stone'.
Uemoto Tarō, on the other hand, was swept forward by the crowd.
He looked around helplessly, and as far as the eye could see, there were panicked faces.
The sniper fire continued, but this time, no one tried to attack Uemoto Tarō, and no one fell to the ground in Uemoto Tarō's field of vision.
The gunfire that had been countered by the sniper shots became sparse, and the pistol shots were silenced.
Uemoto Tarō suddenly realized one thing: the two sides were fighting, one side had a lot of gunfire. The other side...
It seems like there was just one person from beginning to end.
"Madman."
In the crowd, he could no longer hear the shock and anger he felt when he first heard the gunshot, and he almost lost his voice and muttered, "It's a madman."
[You have successfully eliminated all enemies.]