"Why?"
Minamoto Tamako's lips quivered. She didn't know if she made a sound, and the raindrops on her cheeks felt somewhat warm.
Fushimi Roku didn't answer, and there wasn't time to answer.
In truth, they both understood that people were the ultimate goal, not the means to achieve it. Using disgraceful methods to pursue noble goals would only turn nobility into a hypocrite's slogan.
The sniper had long received orders to shoot the leader as soon as he was in sight, without considering capturing him alive or saving the hostages.
The optical scope locked onto Fushimi Roku's forehead, and several infrared dots appeared on the top of his head.
They only had a few words of time, just two seconds to say goodbye.
"It's a profitable deal."
Fushimi Roku released Minamoto Tamako's hand, smiling as he slowly raised the sword, like a puppet performing on stage.
That was his last word, unclear in meaning, but Minamoto Tamako understood.
"Target number one in sight!"
