At 7:30 in the morning, Shangchuan Shun came to the Rice Hospital as usual with a baseball cap and a bowl of porridge cooked by his own chef.

He has been here frequently during this period, and his sweet mouth and good-looking appearance, so he soon became familiar with some medical staff.

"Shangchuan, it's so early." A passing nurse greeted him.

"Come and send breakfast." Hanagawa Shin took the insulation bucket he brought forward.

In addition to the insulation bucket, he also brought a tote bag, and he couldn't see clearly what was in it.

Walking all the way to Gong Yu Qingchen's door, he naturally knocked on the door twice, then pushed it open and walked in.

Gong Yu Qingchen was standing by the window looking at the gloomy sky outside. When he heard the knock on the door, he pulled up the curtain and turned around.

"It's so early."

Shun Kawakawa looked at his face and asked, "Have you not slept all night?"

There was a faint dark circle at his eyes, with a little tired look in his expression.

“Can’t sleep.”

"It's normal for you to not sleep." Shangchuan Shun didn't say anything to make him pay attention to his body. These things depend on his personal wishes and need to be paid attention to themselves. He wouldn't have any effect on his instructions.

He opened the insulation bucket and placed it on the table. A bowl of white porridge and two plates of pickles were the breakfast today.

Gong Yu Qingchen came over and didn't fall asleep all night. He was really hungry at this point.

"Thank you." He was not very polite. He had long seen that Shangchuan Shun was not the kind of person who was bound by various etiquette, so he felt very comfortable getting along with him.

Shangchuan Shun came every day during this period, and basically got familiar with this guy. He just found a place to sit down and talked about some things.

"Oh, white porridge is still the best with spicy cabbage. Unfortunately, the chef has been eating it for a long time, and the chef has never remembered to buy it..."

Gong Yu Qingchen blew it with a spoon and took a bite. This was the first time that Shangchuan Shun brought him white porridge.

"Is there salt in the porridge?"

"Yes, I don't know what flavor you like, so I'll do it according to my taste. If you don't like salty ones, I'll give you sugar next time."

White porridge with sugar?

Gong Yu Qingchen imagined the smell and shook his head: "No, this taste is pretty good..."

The door of the ward was closed, and the people outside didn't know what was being done inside.

From time to time, people pass by the road and their eyes accidentally sweep across the ward.

At about eight o'clock, the boy who had originally delivered breakfast came out of the ward. He was holding a thermal bucket in his hand, but his handbag was missing.

He seemed to have a cold, and he bent over while walking and coughed twice from time to time.

The eyes of the people in the surrounding aisle fell on him from the moment he came out, and then moved away as if nothing had happened.

Shangchuan Shun walked into the elevator as if nothing had happened.

His baseball cap was pressed a little low, and his eyes couldn't see clearly under the shadow of the brim of the cap.

The clock slowly moved forward, and before we knew it, it was ten o'clock in the morning.

In an inconspicuous car on the roadside not far from Mihua Hospital, a fierce-looking man was holding his mobile phone and sending various instructions.

Under his mobilization, several figures quietly approached Gong Yu Qingchen's ward from different directions.

A tall nurse held the infusion bottle, knocked on the door, and then opened it.

The patient in the ward lay on the bed side, as if he was sleeping. From the aisle, he could only see the hair that looked a little messy because he was sleeping.

After the nurse pushed the door open and closed it directly, and isolated all kinds of visions from the outside.

She slowly walked to the bed, and the needle in her hand emitted a cold light under the light.

Just as she approached the hospital bed and was about to wake the patient up for infusion.

A whistle sounded, and her gaze was suddenly shrouded in darkness.

Before she could react, she felt someone knocking on the back of her neck and losing consciousness.

Not long after, the nurse walked out of the ward and could see through the opened door that the person inside was still lying on the bed, but changed his lie in a position, and the infusion bottle hung aside, and liquid continued to flow slowly along the syringe into the back of the patient's hands exposed outside the quilt.

It didn't make anyone look at it too much, and soon the door of the ward was closed.

The pedestrians on the aisle continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened until they walked away, and then they took out their cell phones to send an email.

【The target is in the ward, everything is normal.】

The reply was sent soon:

【Wait until my news before starting.】

After sending the message, Rum closed his cell phone and looked through the window at the inpatient building of Mihua Hospital.

It's still early now, and Bit's anesthesia has not started yet. Now taking action will only make the other party cancel the operation and find someone, which is not worth the effort.

To do something, you have to choose when the other party doesn't care about it, such as during surgery...

As if he felt someone's gaze, Fengyuan Kiyoshi closed the book and walked to the window, looking out the window through the gaps in the curtains.

Even though it was already ten o'clock in the morning, the sky outside was still gloomy and dark clouds gathered, and it would rain at some point.

He murmured, "It's a good weather."

Some people think the weather is good, while others think the weather is extremely bad.

"This ghost weather, it's really annoying that the rain cannot fall."

In a driving car, Chianti was sitting in the driver's seat, looking at the dark cloudy sky, and irritatedly hammered the steering wheel, making a harsh whistle.

"For sniper operation, it's really bad weather on rainy days." Cohen, the co-pilot, didn't think it was a good weather either.

The rain curtain will block the view and will also affect the accuracy of the firearm.

This is very bad for them to perform tasks.

Kuroki Jun also sat in the back seat, not answering their words.

They received the mission from Rum today to snipe someone at some point in time.

The target person is unknown, and only time and place are given. Even if you determine whether the target person is shooting, you must first get permission from the above.

There were not only the three of them in the car, but also Coindeau, who was sitting in the back seat.

Coinde didn't say anything, and since she was arrested last time, she has been particularly taciturn.

She looked at the dark clouds in the sky, and somehow, she always had a worry about the action that the second-in-commander Rum directly informed them this time, just like the dark clouds in the sky, dull and dull.

Kuroki Jun sat in the back seat, thinking about finding an opportunity to inform the police and the police of this action.

This operation was directly arranged by the second-in-command, and three snipers were dispatched, which must be a bit unusual.

He is not a sniper, and the reason why he was arranged here was just to act as their driver and liaison officer.

Gin was not in this mission, and no one was in command, and Rum could not command it himself. Naturally, it was impossible for the sniper to pay attention to the commands of the superiors while sniping.

So, he was arranged to be such a tool person.
Chapter completed!