After Sniping 99 Undercover Agents, He Became a Will-O'-The-Wisp

**The funny article is back in the world and enjoys a bad life. **If I could choose a game again, I would definitely not choose Sniper Aliens. **It's okay now, the aliens are all organized undercover agents If he had not opened that game back then, perhaps his life would still be repeating the ordinary rhythm of "go to work - go home to sleep - go to work". After get off work every day, he would lie in bed playing with his mobile phone, watching short videos for mentally retarded people, and ordering takeout to fill his stomach... Instead of being on the rooftop of a high-rise building like now, sniping at undercover agents expressionlessly in the strong wind. Brother Gin, can you give me some compensation for mental damage? It feels like the facial nerves are frozen to death. 2. "Hello, I hate your contact. Who do you want to target?" The person on the phone said this, his humor was like a British joke: "For Japanese police, please press 1, for FBI, please press 2, for MI6, please press 3, for CIA, please press 4, for all other services, press 5, and if you need after-sales service, please press 666——" Rei Fukiya, no, Toru Amuro to be precise, he looked expressionless, looking at Huang Mao who was fishing in the park and holding up a phone pretending to be customer service, and said: "Transfer to manual labor." 3. "If life deceives you, don't be sad," Huang Mao said. He swung the rod hard and caught two small fish. "Because you will find that the sadder things are yet to come. For example, I will tell you that you have been fishing for 4 hours without catching a fish." "..." At this time, Akai Shuichi, whose pseudonym was Morohoshida, remained silent. "Your Soumei is Fine," Huang Mao said. He took away the junior's sniper rifle, "so now she is mine." 4. "Behind!" The good-natured man sitting in the back seat of the Will-o'-the-Wisp had to speak loudly: "Yes, the traffic police are chasing us!" "Is there a pig flying behind?" "There is a traffic policeman——" The good man's voice was louder, and it was hard to hear it clearly in the wind, "They are chasing——" "What's there, chicken?" "Traffic police——" "Cash?!!!" 5. Sitting in the interrogation room, eating fried pork cutlet rice, Kumazaka Yuuji was thinking about why he ended up like this. Three weeks had passed since his arrest - there were police officers coming and going in front of him, such as the blond and black man, and the good family man. They all came to persuade him to accept the recruitment. "... Don't you have anything to say?" The good man whose real name was Zhu Fu Jingguang said: "You know, if you accept our suggestion, you can leave here and live a life similar to a normal person you want, just working overtime occasionally." "I want to go to the dock and order some fries." Kumasaka Yuji said sincerely. "Please don't joke, senior," Zhu Fu Jingguang said, "We won't let you out until you agree to us." "I just wanted some fries." "…Okay." Purpose: immoral life