In a crossover anime, do you believe that a machine spirit can defeat a fake human?

"Now and for decades to come, I want to become someone's idol, so that you, someone who never follows celebrities, can experience what it's like to be a fan."

As the mouth made the sound "bang," and the index finger, likened to a pistol, pointed upwards, Chen Yi felt as if his heart had truly been struck by something.

"...You're tempted? Looks like my idol skills aren't bad after all." Mai Sakurajima perfectly concealed her previous vulnerability and regained her confidence.

"...I think your mother still wants to have a real talk with you." After a long pause, Chen Yi finally regained his ability to speak.

“I will. After all, she showed her sincerity when she came to my door in person, instead of pressuring me with a phone call or anything else.”

Mai Sakurajima went back to the living room, and Chen Yi caught a glimpse of her secretly eating lemon tarts again.

The cool sensation touched the back of his hand, and Chen Yi took it without hesitation.

I had some cold black coffee, a gift from Kasumigaoka last time. I slept so well that night that I forgot to drink it.

"Well, I'm not planning on staying up late tonight, so I guess I don't need to do this."

Chen Yi glanced at Kroos and chuckled.

Ever since Kasumigaoka gave him this can of black coffee and he forgot to drink it, Kruka has been urging him to drink it quickly, which is quite adorable.

"I don't think I'd be so prone to reminiscing about someone just because of something, do I? It's just a can of black coffee... Why didn't I see you go and mess with that metal 3D puzzle?"

"Because the commander put that thing in a corner after bringing it back and hasn't paid attention to it since... but this can of black coffee is something I see every time I open the refrigerator."

"Okay, then I'll drink it tonight and stay up all night, how about that?"

"Then forget it, Commander, give me the drink."

Kroos changed her tune.

High School Sophomore: Chapter 162 No Russian (Extra)

Chapter 162

Is this a dream? Why am I here?

Chen Yi looked at his clothes and saw that he was wearing a very thick and heavy bulletproof vest.

"The target is about five thousand feet away."

Chen Yi was momentarily dazed when he heard this sound in his earphones.

"Target? Five thousand feet?"

Chen Yi subconsciously looked around and saw a sniper platform not far behind him, on which was mounted a sniper rifle whose model was not identified.

"Five thousand feet, sixteen hundred and sixty yards."

“Full Value Wind, 10 miles per hour, from the nine o’clock direction.”

A series of numbers came out of the headphones.

"Adjust your scope to about 9.3 mils vertically and about 2.5 mils horizontally."

Chen Yi stepped forward and began adjusting the sights.

The direction is...

Chen Yi looked through the scope, the crosshair pointing directly at the entrance of an incredibly luxurious building.

"The target only has a few seconds to be exposed, seize the opportunity."

After the last sentence was spoken, the radio went silent, and no sound other than electrical current could be heard in the headphones.

Holding his breath, Chen Yi stared intently at the building's exit.

"The plan has changed."

Just as Chen Yi was counting his heartbeats, the radio suddenly rang.

"The target has changed course. Now we need to move to the new location and retrieve the guns."

The voice on the other end of the radio sounded somewhat helpless.

Chen Yi blinked, and after seeing that no one had come out of the building, he left the field of view of the optical sight.

......

So why am I here? Did I travel through time?

Chen Yi pondered, wasn't he playing games in his dorm?

He put the gun and gimbal back into the flight case, completely baffled.

"What do you need me to do next?"

Chen Yi asked over the radio.

"Just go downstairs, we'll take you to the target location. This time it requires close-range assassination."

The radio crackled for a while before answering.

Carrying his airline case, Chen Yi arrived on the first floor and saw the only black van parked and waiting by the roadside.

"The movements are a bit slow."

The driver was a Russian who spoke in heavily accented Chinese.

"Hmm... I'll try to go faster."

Chen Yi didn't know what to say, so he could only reply.

He still doesn't know whether he's a good person or a bad person.

If it's a dream, could you please end it soon?

Chen Yi felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

There were several people sitting in the back of the van. Besides the Russian driver, there was an Italian and two Irishmen in the back.

...That's a strange setup. Could it be some kind of transnational criminal organization?

Is it too late to get off the bus now? ...No, we need to consider the risk of being silenced by these people...

Chen Yi fiddled with the pistol, feeling something poking him in the back.

"Team leader, the new mission briefing has been sent to the vehicle's computer. Please check it."

The radio rang, gave a brief explanation, and then cut off.

"..."

A silence fell over the car.

"?"

Why are you all looking at me?

Chen Yi cautiously reached out and swiped through the UI, using the rudimentary Russian translation to find the mission briefing information and map.

The briefing contained very few words, and it was all in Russian, which he couldn't understand.

The map was somewhat legible; it appeared to be a fire safety map of the venue taken by advance personnel, though it was a bit blurry.

It has four floors in total, the venue is very large, and the name, England Club, is marked at the top of the map.

'An English club?'

Membership-only clubs seem to be accessible only to the very wealthy elite.

Chen Yi glanced back in the rearview mirror.

There were five of us, including myself.

—Now he really wants to get off the bus.

"Chen, your gun."

As the car crossed an intersection, the Italian in the back seat suddenly handed over a rifle.

FN SCAR, the version with full-power ammunition.

"Oh, thank you."

Chen Yi subconsciously took it and checked the bolt and safety.

His movements were so fluid and graceful that it was only after he finished that he realized what he had done.

"Ready, we're going to storm in through the back door."

"That's what the Italian said."

The car came to a sudden stop, and the driver grabbed his rifle and jumped out, leaving only Chen Yi in the car in an instant.

"no?"

"Aren't you getting off the bus?" a voice asked, sounding mature and alluring.

"I'm logging off now," Chen Yi replied instinctively, as if waking from a dream.

Chen Yi grabbed his rifle, pushed open the car door, glanced left and right, saw an open door, and jogged inside.

......

There was no one there.

The scene turned eerie; the luxurious clubhouse was devoid of loud music, extravagant revelry, and anything else.

Chen Yi gently pushed open the door, and the muzzle of his gun traced an arc as it circled inside.

This is the restroom; no one is here.

Entering through the back door, I carefully searched the kitchen and warehouse areas, but saw no one and heard no sound.

"When cutting corners, be careful not to expose your body."

The woman's voice sounded behind him. Chen Yi turned around but didn't see anyone.

Haunted?

Chen Yi felt that the air conditioning in the club was cold enough, so what was the point of this stunt?

After waiting for a while, and seeing that the other party showed no intention of continuing to speak, Chen Yi had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue pushing forward.

"Right ahead, door closed, left..."

There's nothing on the left.

In other words, the kitchen and warehouse areas have been explored.

Chen Yi gently turned the door to the kitchen; it wasn't locked.

He quietly opened a crack and peeked out.

It was still deserted.

Away from the deadly funnel zone, Chen Yi leaned against the wall, turned his back, kicked open the door, and then slowly cut out the corner with his gun.

There was still no one there. The hall was slightly messy, but it didn't look like the chaos caused by an attack. It was more like the kind of mess that people forgot to clean up after a party.

The cocktail was still iced; the ice hadn't melted.

Where did everyone go?

Chen Yi carefully searched the entire bar and booth area on the first floor. There was no one there. The food and drinks on the tables were all fresh, and the steak was even sizzling hot.

About ten minutes later, Chen Yi returned to the spot where he had previously broken in, where the ice cubes for the cocktail still hadn't shrunk.

"Time has been frozen."

"Looks like you've finally figured something out. How about we play a game?"

The woman's voice rang out silently, this time right behind the back of his head, as if a gun would be pointed at the back of his neck at any moment.

"..."

"Don't be nervous, you won't die."

"..."

"Alright, it seems I was too hasty... How about this, if you win, I'll give you a reward, how about that?"

"So, were you the one who brought me into this world?" Chen Yi asked, unable to contain himself.

"If I had to say... you came in on your own initiative, but I helped you a little."