บท 167: Meeting at the Shooting Booth
As the night gets darker, the bustle gets more intense, and the festival atmosphere gets higher.
Shinichi walked past several booths one by one, his eyes darting from side to side, and finally stopped suddenly at a very crowded shooting booth.
For some reason, people are already standing in front of this booth, and most of the crowd moving around encounters obstacles here, and commotions can be heard from time to time.
Shinichi also entered out of curiosity, the closer the bright light was, the clearer the middle-aged man's excited screams sounded in his ears.
"Amazing! Almost perfect. This masked lady has knocked down 80% of the products in the store. If this continues, the boss must bring back the stall and kneel down to apologize to his wife!"
Accompanied by the cheers of the audience, the sound of low gunshots and the sound of objects falling were heard almost simultaneously.
Shinichi finally moved forward and looked directly at the booth.
There, stood a slender and graceful woman in a plain patterned yukata, with long straight pink hair flowing behind her.
Surrounded by cheers, she flexed her arm slightly, thrust the cork on the metal plate into the muzzle of the gun, then raised it again, aiming at the few prizes left on the shelf.
It took less than a second to aim, and she pulled the trigger.
*Bang*
Another prize fell in response, stepping onto the pile of items on the ground.
The woman seemed to have gotten used to this outcome a long time ago.
Clearly wearing the mask of Kamen Rider Shi-Ou on her face, that cold and firm gaze that seemed to be able to penetrate through prizes made people shudder.
*Bang*
The middle-aged man shouted again.
"Terrifying--! Before the masked lady's excellent marksmanship, there was nothing to stand on! Including the boss' knee!"
Obviously it was his own business that was under threat at the moment, but the middle-aged boss didn't seem to be up to anything.
Only when the last present was left did he slowly step down from the stage and said to the masked woman who was about to fill in the last cork.
"Miss, are you interested in challenging our final level?"
"?" The masked woman tilted her head and didn't make a sound, but the muzzle of her gun clicked slightly.
The boss showed a smile as expected, and explained with a warm expression: "We are a shooting booth, and we meet many experts like you every year. This business is getting harder to do. The children are taken from the prize."
The masked woman's hand holding the gun tightly, she lowered her head slightly, put down the gun, turned around and left.
"Hey, don't misunderstand!" The boss hurriedly asked her to stop, and said, "We also have our own pride, and the rewards you get for your abilities naturally, we won't ask for it back. Blame myself for being inferior to others, and the difficulty level isn't high enough!"
"So, in order to deal with this situation, I specially designed the last level to challenge you as a shooting master. Of course, you are free to participate or not, and you can collect this prize now!"
The masked miss was silent for a moment, paused, and nodded slightly.
Seeing this, the boss immediately turned his head away, showing an evil smile that his plan had succeeded.
His expression was clearly visible to everyone present.
The middle-aged boss didn't mind, patted his chest, and spoke in a loud voice in all directions.
"Then let me explain the rules first!"
"Firstly, if the final challenge is successful, all the rewards dropped by the challenger can be retrieved, including the last prize! Likewise, if the challenge fails, then there is nothing to take back!"
"Secondly, the challenger can only use five bullets! There is no way to use money to pass levels!"
"Thirdly, I promise that even if it looks a bit difficult, the final level can definitely be passed! You can even consume bullets to get a clearance tip from me. It can be called no deception!"
"So challenger, are you sure you want to accept the challenge?"
The boss lifted his chin and looked at the masked woman provocatively.
The masked miss just nodded indifferently, she didn't care about all the prizes she just dropped.
"Yes!" Seeing her agree, the boss slapped his fist hard and whispered, "…I can explain to your wife when I get back!"
Likewise, the nearby onlookers could hear him clearly.
Without paying attention to the complicated atmosphere, the boss took the remote control out of his trouser pocket and stuck it on the almost empty merchandise rack.
"Listen, everyone, this is the final level I designed—"
The wooden shelf slid sideways along the track on the ground, and then, the curtain that was thought to be just the windshield was lifted, and the iron-gray shelf that looked full of technology caught the attention of all the spectators, with several LED lights embedded above it, continuously emitting light. various colors, which hurt the eyes of the audience.
On that shelf, there is a panda doll about 1.3 meters high.
The boss spoke solemnly.
"Come on, challenger!
"Just take this dummy down with a regular blaster and a regular five-shot cork, and you can take all the rewards here!"
"Even if you show your strength, let me go home and kneel on the washboard! Ah ha ha ha ha—"
The sense of ritual was instantly shattered, and with a smile of success, the man spread his arms wide and leaned back, and a villain-like laugh kept escaping.
After being stunned for a few seconds, the surrounding onlookers booed and started criticizing.
"This is too exaggerated! How can you use a cork to knock this thing down!"
"Obviously you are not admitting defeat! Too shameless!"
"His laugh is so ugly!"
"Whatever you want to say~" The boss didn't care, "Play if you want to play, or leave if you don't want to play. Of course, if you choose not to challenge, I can ask this masked lady to choose one reward to take, but only one."
"After accepting the challenge, there is a price to be paid to repent."
"And I thought..." Leaning on the gun platform, he half-closed his eyes and looked at the masked woman, the corner of his mouth slightly twisted, and said in a low voice, "With the pride of the gunner, you won't make the choice to escape?"
After the voice fell, the atmosphere suddenly became tense for a moment.
"What embarrassing words are you talking about!"
"A profiteer! Don't you feel ashamed!"
"Your wife told you to go home and kneel down on the washboard!"
Amidst more enthusiastic ridicule and curses, the masked Miss only looked at the giant panda doll, slowly clenching the toy gun tightly.
She handed the gun to the boss, and pointed at the muzzle of the gun, its meaning was unclear.
The boss looked at her and suddenly shouted.
"Very good!"
"?!" The masked woman's body trembled for a moment, and she took a step back, stroking her chest with her slender hand, looking terrified.
He took out another toy gun from under the shooting platform. The boss skillfully opened the magazine, pressed six corks into it and fired a shot into the air. The cork was stronger than before and hit the floor.
Handing the gun to the masked miss, the boss spoke solemnly.
"This is my special broken cork weapon. This proves that I will not cheat and will fight you honestly. Just come here!"
The masked miss took the gun silently, then looked at the stuffed panda on the iron shelf.
Slowly, she raised her arm.
Shinichi looked back, and complained in a low voice.
"Kirisu Sensei, what are you doing..."
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