Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

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There was a small boat on the lake, with two figures sitting at each end. The boat swayed slightly as the water rose and fell.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Cohen fired first, followed closely by Chianti; both bullets flew out quickly and hit their targets.

The projected scene vanished instantly, replaced by the scene of Sano undergoing simulated training with Gin.

On both human figures, there is a red dot on the head area, representing the target's death.

"pretty."

Vodka clapped in agreement: "One shot, one kill from six hundred yards."

Chianti got up, slung the sniper rifle over her shoulder, and scoffed, "It's nothing special."

"Six hundred yards?"

"That's how many meters. Do you have any special units at your sniping range?"

The sudden sound attracted the attention of the three people. When they turned around and saw that it was Sano, they all raised their eyebrows in surprise.

"Rye, what brings you here?"

"...Come eat?"

After a few seconds of silence, Cohen, sitting next to Chianti, adjusted his goggles: "This is a more complex issue, involving a lot of knowledge that non-novice snipers need to learn, including the sniper scope..."

"Alright, since it's so complicated, let's not bother trying to understand it."

Sano, who lost interest immediately upon hearing the beginning, abruptly ended the conversation, leaving Cohen, who was forced into silence, looking somewhat forlorn.

"Alright, Cohen, Chianti, I'm here with a task for you two."

Gin broke the somber mood with his voice: "The day after tomorrow, the two of you will be assassinating a target. According to our intelligence, the target will be traveling on a train, making the sniping quite difficult. You two need to be prepared."

Before the sniper duo could respond, Sano, who was standing next to Gin, had already twitched his ears.

Triggered keyword: Sniper!

"Cough cough!"

Sano coughed, forcibly ending the conversation again, and then looked at Gin with a self-recommendation: "Hey, sir, how about you give me this mission?"

"What the hell?"

Before Gin could even speak, Chianti was already displeased: "I'm not saying this to be mean, but Rye, how can you steal a mission like this? Besides, you're not a sniper."

“Chianti is right about rye.”

Somewhat unexpectedly, Gin also chimed in, saying, "The target of this mission is an official, and he is protected by many professionals, making him very difficult to approach. Even for you, the chances of success are not particularly high."

At this point, Gin paused for a moment, as if he felt that saying this might provoke Sano's rebellious attitude, so he added a sentence.

"...This is an unnecessary risk. Long-range sniping and assassination is the safest way."

Sano blinked: "What if I also plan to use a sniper rifle for assassination?"

"...Are you serious?"

Gin's voice carried a rare hint of surprise.

Even Korngianti, who wasn't sure whether Sano would actually snipe, gleaned information from Gin's reaction—

Rye's sniping skills are probably not just ordinary, but they are certainly appalling.

So who gave them the confidence to suggest that they should also be targeted?

Sano, of course, also noticed the doubt in Gin's words.

...and understand more clearly why Gin would have such doubts about himself.

Chapter 190, 189, Rye Loves to Imitate

It's just that I was a little overconfident when I did a simulated shooting exercise with a pistol and lost face in front of the other side. Is it really worth holding onto this for now?

Sano secretly curled his lip.

However, Sano himself knew in his heart that it was reasonable for the other party to have such doubts, because... he really didn't know how to snipe.

Before even arriving at this underground training ground, Sano had never even touched a sniper rifle.

If this had happened even three hours ago, Sano might have been very self-aware and backed down, but now?

Of course, we should show off!

I just got my hands on some sniper gear, I have to show off to my colleagues!

Without wasting any words, Sano directly extended his hand to Cohen: "Lend me a gun."

Seeing Sano's outstretched hand, Cohen hesitated for a few seconds before handing over the gun.

...For a sniper, handing over their long-used sidearm to someone else is undoubtedly a very uncomfortable thing.

Especially since everyone has different usage habits, some adjustments may need to be made after taking it back, which is really too troublesome.

Of course, Sano didn't know any of this, and even if he did, he wouldn't care, because he borrowed a gun from the honest Cohen because he thought Cohen would be easier to talk to than Chianti.

Honest people are the easiest to bully, just like vodka.

Sano walked to the projector and operated it, quickly entering the sniper training simulation test.

In terms of distance, Sano chose the 600-yard distance used by the sniper duo earlier, and for the scene, he just picked one randomly.

Soon, a violent storm began to rage in the underground training ground.

...It was actually real wind and rain?

Sano wiped the water droplets blown onto his face with some surprise, and looked thoughtfully at the basement walls and... ceiling.

Let's call it the ceiling, shall we?

This was the first time Sano had ever seen a training simulation like this; he had only ever used projectors before.

"They actually chose this environment mode."

Chianti muttered something to himself.

The factors affecting a sniper's accuracy are nothing more than personal skill, distance, environment, and target condition.

Putting aside individual skills, Sano is currently conducting static shooting, so the target's condition is not affected, and the distance is also not a concern. However, the environment is simply too harsh.

For players like Chianti and Cohen, the maximum distance at which they can guarantee a hit in static shooting is 600 yards.

In such an environment, the speed might only be 550 yards, or even less.

In other words, even under these conditions, Chianti and Cohen couldn't guarantee hitting the target, let alone...

His skill level can be tentatively considered to be unknown, like Sano.

"This gun is a Remington 700 rifle, with a six-round box magazine, a total length of 1.092 mm, and uses 7.62 mm × 51 mm M118 special ammunition. The muzzle velocity is approximately 792 meters per second, and the effective range is 800 meters."

Sano turned to look at Cohen, who seemed to be explaining something to him, and nodded after a few seconds of hesitation: "Okay, I understand."

Then... Sano took out his sniper sunglasses and put them on.

The moment the sunglasses were put on, the world in Sano's eyes seemed to darken instantly.

...This is not because the light dimmed due to the sunglasses, nor is that correct. Although it is indeed due to the sunglasses, the effect is vastly different from that of ordinary sunglasses.

Is this... a state of blindness?

Sano shifted his gaze, trying to figure out what the difference was between this state and his normal field of vision.

Then Sano realized that he could no longer see the faces of Gin and the others standing to the side.

...It's like they've all put on a passerby hat and transformed into No-Face.

No, that's not quite right. Strictly speaking, it's not that you can't see the face clearly, but rather that apart from the outline, all other details are also unclear.

To put it in detail, it's like... after a shooting simulation test, the human silhouette that appears in the final report is just a shadow.

The only difference is that the four people have different body types and clothing; otherwise, Sano probably wouldn't even be able to tell them apart.

Furthermore, when Sano looks at "things" other than "people," he experiences a similar situation, only able to make out an outline.

In summary, it's like having 800 degrees of severe myopia, plus astigmatism as well.

In the few seconds that Sano was pondering, Gin and the others, who saw Sano suddenly pull out a pair of sunglasses, couldn't help but slowly show question marks on their faces.

Especially vodka.

...Didn't I just ask myself this afternoon if wearing sunglasses all the time would affect my vision? How come I'm wearing them again in the blink of an eye, especially during sniper training?

The environmental impact is already significant enough; wearing sunglasses only makes things more difficult for yourself.

Could it be that Sano is asking about his experience because he wants to wear it, and he plans to refer to it?

...If Sano fails to hit the target later, will he blame it on these sunglasses, and then it will affect him as well?

Vodka fell silent, and quietly moved his feet toward Gin.

After thoughtfully withdrawing his gaze, Sano raised Cohen's Remington 700 rifle, stood upright, supported the front with his left hand, and began to take effect as he looked through the sniper scope.

Surprisingly, when looking through the sniper scope, Sano's vision returned to normal, as if he had emerged from a state of blindness.

...So, this high myopia only affects close-range vision when viewed from a non-sniper scope perspective, which is actually a good thing.

In addition to this, from the sniper scope's perspective, there is a red line that appears to stretch for hundreds or thousands of meters from the muzzle, which is very conspicuous and should only be visible to Sano.

It's like infrared light, but it's not straight. As the distance increases, it has a noticeable curve, and this curve changes from time to time with the changes in "wind and rain".

This is the sniper effect that creates the trajectory simulation of Sano's next bullet.

...Of course, it's definitely not actually over a thousand meters long.

According to Cohen, the effective range of this gun is 800 meters. Based on the calculation, the simulated trajectory should be only three-quarters of that, 600 meters.

But that's enough.

Sano squinted, peering through his black sunglasses and the magnification of his sniper scope, through hundreds of meters of wind and rain, and aimed at the blurry target figure.

Sano slightly moved the muzzle of his gun, aligning the trajectory of the bullet with the figure's head.

However, just as Sano was holding his breath and concentrating, Gin and the other three had already lost interest.