Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

This is probably a problem in a peaceful country. There is no instinct to draw a gun and shoot. This is also quite thought-provoking.

If it were the American police, they would chase him without warning, and the result of not listening to the warning would be to empty the magazine. Shooting anyone they see is their style, there is no doubt about that.

The trams in Kyoto are really... hard to describe. After Raphael swiped his card, he stood on the platform. The X-ray detection equipment he imagined did not exist at all.

The train went south along the track, I think it was called the Keihan Line.

Whatever the line was called, after leaving the train and walking for about an hour, she showed up at the factory she was looking for.

To be honest, wandering around in a relatively remote corner of a city like this late at night would be very conspicuous. Raphael looked at the school uniform and deleted the sentence "Uniform is the best disguise" in his mind.

Because many people approached her, thinking she was a "god-waiting girl" or more simply a girl who needed compensated dating. Raphael only looked a little young, but she was still harassed by these people.

This was a terrible experience in every way.

If she were in the United States, she would have killed the offender on the spot according to the right granted by the law of non-compromise. She emptied the magazine in one go, leaving no chance for the harasser to resurrect.

She looked at the building in front of her, examined the structure and the surrounding environment, and then hid in the bushes on the side of the road to rest for a while.

Nothing unusual can be seen.

If the intelligence provided by those idiots in the CIA is to be believed, this is where the target of the mission is active, one of the cult's bases of operations.

However, she could not see a single sentry. Even the dumbest gangsters had people standing guard, but here there were no people around.

The cult didn't have anyone on guard duty anyway, and while Raphael's serious attitude about the situation might have been a little too hard-core for them, they were just regular street trash.

They only use some deceptive rhetoric to deceive the desperate people, and then lie on those poor creatures and absorb nutrients without restraint.

Even the small gangs that provide bicycles, puppies and kittens to find jobs are far superior to them in terms of organization.

In Raphael's opinion, maybe she should thank God for once.

The meat is already right in front of your mouth, so there is no reason not to eat it.

She emerged from the bushes where she had hidden herself and quickly ran to the wall of the building. It was still quiet—she could hear no conversation or footsteps.

There was a smell of smoke, though, not of cigarette smoke, but the natural smell of burning wood. That meant there was a bonfire burning nearby.

Moving to the nearest entrance, Raphael took a look inside, took the pistol out of the backpack, removed the muzzle protection thread, and installed the sound suppressor.

She took a deep breath, and instantly turned on her tactical flashlight, and she saw that it was empty.

On the first floor landing, Raphael could already see the flat ground behind the factory. There was indeed a bonfire there, with a metal pipe hanging above it, and some kind of container hanging on the pipe, which should be some kind of cooking going on.

——Life in this cult is too miserable.

Since you are so poor, and you still want to participate in the anti-relic movement, you might as well find two more rich fools and slowly squeeze them dry.

Raphael saw a figure hovering near the container, occasionally stirring the contents with a spoon.

That’s why there are no sentries—people have to eat.

It seems that this is their hiding place. During the day, it is a busy factory with noisy voices and clanging sounds throughout the factory building. At night, it is a gathering place for believers.

Now the factory backyard with bonfires is used by them as an outdoor canteen. There are several factory buildings surrounding it anyway, so it is almost impossible to be discovered.

When Raphael thought about it, he felt that the cult's choice of location was quite good.

She tried to count the people who had gathered. There were seven in total, including a familiar face, her target tonight - Okita Takashi.

Judging from his bandaged arm, this is the special identification point of the recent photos in the CIA's target file.

If he hadn't been injured, Raphael might have hesitated for a while, but now Mr. Okita has extremely obvious identification features.

It doesn't matter how he was injured, what matters is that he deserves to die.

Not long after, the cook by the campfire tasted the stew, nodded approvingly, turned to the waiting people and shouted:

"Bring your bowls over here!"

This statement immediately aroused the reaction of people sitting or standing in the factory yard. They began to move towards the fire.

After receiving a bowl of stew, Takashi Okita did not start to devour it immediately, but turned and walked towards the small building in the northeast corner of the factory. It seems that he has a high status here and does not need to eat with ordinary believers.

Raphael left his current observation position and returned to hide in a dark corner of the factory.

The destination was now clear, so he had to make a small detour to avoid the diners in the courtyard. Raphael used the darkness to move quickly and heard a quiet conversation.

She stopped and looked around.

The voice floated out from the open window on the right front. "Well, don't worry! We can hold on for a while, recruit a few more rich people, and then we can get out of this predicament."

"According to you, our current predicament doesn't matter? How are we going to explain this to the leader now? Are you planning to visit him in person?"

"that……"

"Get it? You need to think more about how to get more people involved, and then we can make a profit."

Raphael released the safety of her pistol and slowly walked up the stairs following the sound. She moved her steps carefully, trying not to make any noise.

Found it, Mr. Takashi Okita, and another guy who looks harmless, but is definitely the one who said "knock on the hammer".

Raphael calmly raised the pistol, and in the eyes of Takashi Okita who was confused, panicked and frightened, she pulled the trigger.

The 9mm subsonic bullet flew into the target's chest. The girl then adjusted the direction of the pistol, aimed at another person in the room, and fired five bullets in succession.

After confirming the knockdown, Raphael shot each of them in the head.

Chapter 116 Success

When leaving, the assassination attempt encountered a small accident at the last minute.

"who are you?"

The person lying in the corner of the messy factory suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the strange intruder in high school JK uniform with confusion, "Who asked you to come here?"

Raphael stopped and turned to look at him.

His eyes widened, and his right hand immediately fumbled under a cushion. It was almost certain that he had a pistol or something similar under him. Japan was not a country that completely banned guns. As long as you had the connections to get a license, you could also own a gun privately.

With such a loophole, there must be a black market for gun and ammunition transactions. As long as you pay attention, even ordinary people can find trading channels.

One target, two victims? That was about it. He was about to take it out, and if he howled again, she wouldn't be able to escape anywhere.

Raphael sighed. "Why not pretend you didn't see it?" She raised her pistol and pulled the trigger.

The effect of the combination of subsonic bullets and sound suppressors is indeed amazing. The sound of the pistol's mechanical operation becomes extremely clear at this time. It is not completely silent spitting out bullets, but it makes a wonderful sound.

The shell flew out of the ejection window, making a crisp metal collision sound in the silent factory.

He lay back down suddenly and tried to get up again, but Raphael didn't give him more chances, raised the muzzle of the gun, and three bullets left the chamber in succession. From this distance, it was really difficult to miss, but it happened suddenly, so she chose to strike first and empty the magazine in one breath.

"Why bother."

Raphael left the factory, pointed her pistol at the door, and carefully walked along the corridor back to the small room she came from. She didn't come out of stealth until she was about two kilometers away from the mission site.

It was quite an effort to keep avoiding lights and surveillance cameras.

When the cultists found Takashi Okita who had disappeared, she almost suffocated.

The missionary and the guardian both died in the factory office. A strong smell of blood kept rushing into her nostrils, "Ah——!"

The sharp and shrill screams lingered in the factory office building for a long time.

"what happened?"

"What happened."

The church members slowly gathered together and touched the female church member who had a mental breakdown, "Hey, Huizi, what's wrong with you?"

"They're dead!" she said, pointing toward the dark office.

"What? How could it be? Who did it?"

"do not know."

"Should we call the police?" a believer suggested.

After daybreak, it was normal people's world, and workers had to go to work, so it was impossible to hide it. Someone was killed, and not just one. Kyoto's police system was immediately overloaded.

They burst out with unprecedented energy, appeared near the factory, and captured all the cultists who attended the party that night.

However, their investigation of the scene did not reveal anything of note. On the floor, they found empty pistol shells, but no footprints.

Soon after, the police found another body after daybreak and found a pistol without any serial number under the body.

The police were now confused. This must be a fight between cults. It had to be like this, right?

In short, they found nothing that would reveal what had happened. Not even the shell casings had any markings.

"That's bullshit, isn't it?"

The criminal police officer took control of the police car's steering wheel and complained to his colleague next to him:

"Well, it looks like we have to put our hopes on the surveillance cameras in the nearby city to see if there are any suspicious people."

It was late at night when Raphael returned home.

"Welcome back." Asuka heard the door open, turned on the light in the living room and walked over. "Did everything go well?"

"Do you think it went smoothly?" Raphael slyly replied with a question, "It's just dealing with ordinary people who are defenseless."

"That's good. I will be responsible for the finishing work."

Asuka took Raphael's small backpack, put it away carefully, and then pushed her towards the bathroom.

"The water for the bath is already filled, and the clothes for changing are placed where they were yesterday."

"Well, hard work."

Asuka smiled when he heard Raphael's answer, turned around and sat in front of his laptop, starting to clear up Raphael's movements that night.

The tram riding records must be deleted, and the surveillance records inside the tram must also be cleared. Not only that, she also has to check the images captured by the roadside networked surveillance cameras.

Fortunately, the development of the Internet and surveillance in Japan is extremely backward compared to other countries, so her workload tonight is not very heavy.

After a while, Lingyin opened the door, kicked off her shoes in the porch, and ran to Fei Niao with a thud.

"Huh... I'm back too. I checked all the places Raphael passed along the way. There are seven stores that have installed security surveillance but are not connected to the Internet. I have already processed the surveillance storage disk."

"Well done."

Lingyin slumped down on the bed and complained quietly, "Kyoto is too big. The bicycle I borrowed is almost broken..."

"borrow?"

"a ha ha ha……"

Lingyin let out a hearty laugh. She "borrowed" a ladies' bicycle to get on with her journey. If she had relied on her own feet, she would definitely not be able to get back by now.

"Don't worry, it's all taken care of. As long as there aren't drones from the Air Force monitoring us 24 hours a day, the Kyoto police won't be able to figure out what's going on."

"Don't be careless." Fei Niao reminded.

"Ah."

Lingyin lay down for a while, then got up and rummaged through the refrigerator for a long time, "Where's my wine?!"

"According to our ID documents, we are both minors under Japanese law," Asuka pointed at herself, "Do you think I look like an adult sister?"

Lingyin rubbed her smooth chin with her hand, her eyes lingering on Fei Niao's chest many times. Under Lingyin's increasingly unfriendly gaze, she said loudly: "You are just a junior high school brat!"

"Looking for death, right?"

Asuka sighed, but didn't put down the work in his hands to cause trouble for his sister.

After finding that Fei Niao ignored her, Ling Yin also became quiet. She got up and found another laptop, silently assisting Fei Niao with his work.

Suzune knew that Asuka didn't like field operations, even though she had absorbed a lot of Raphael's combat experience and memories, so it would be better to let Asuka continue to be in charge of logistical support when it was not needed.

This was the decision made after Raphael and Lingyin discussed it privately.

However, the only exception is: as long as the "host" Raphael is in desperate situation, Lingyin and Fei Niao will bring the "host" back from danger at all costs.

Raphael sat in the warm bath and turned her attention back to her mental space. She was trying to explore all the modules of her mental core, looking for space and methods that could be used to back up the puppet mind.

Chapter 117: Limitations of the Humanoid

More than a month had passed since the last assassination mission. Under the meticulous care of his homeroom teacher, Raphael reluctantly became a ghost member of the wind band club.

Also during this period, in early September, when the war in Ukraine had not yet completely ended, the Russians carried out the "Vostok" military exercise in the Far Eastern Military District.