On an afternoon of a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, a coffee shop on the corner of Tokyo...

“How about going for a cup of coffee?”

The invitation was slightly low, but it should be a woman who was not old.

The owner of the voice raised his right arm and the strange-shaped pistol held in the palm of his right hand pointed steadily in the middle of the invited person's forehead.

No one could tell the face of the invited person because he had thick oil paint on his face and had been singing in front of the cafe for at least an hour.

It is not easy to describe the singing level. It is probably because someone is pointed at by a gun now, and other listeners also find it unsurprisingly.

At least when the young lady hit her with a gun, the fallen angel maid who was visiting customers by the shop next door even secretly contributed a few applause.

But then again, if it were the audience who had just passed by, they might not be sure what had happened before.

Fortunately, the young lady holding a gun had a very curved figure. Even the gorgeous purple cloak on her back could not be kept in her pocket. Although the heavy makeup singer she pointed at did not know what she looked like, at least she had a tall figure and a well-proportioned line.

"Female chasing men" may be a bit strange, but the overall composition is quite pleasing to the eye from a distance.

But if the person on the other side is not a woman... then the gentleman who is coerced later may be drinking mandarin duck tea... "Is black tea only possible? No."

How can I sing "Escape from the Tiger's Mouth"?

Do you love me, do I love him?

Ahem, no matter what, the wonderful scene in front of the cafe seems to be a little frozen, probably because the invited man was too surprised.

In short, the man thought for a while, and the woman's index finger of the gun hidden in the thin fabric slid slightly, and approached the trigger a few points.

Without that wrong "golden finger" trigger action, this young lady doesn't look like a military martial artist COS enthusiast, or a veteran of this kind of skills.

The man seemed to feel the sincerity of the young lady and replied loudly, "No problem, what about the store behind it?"

The cloaked lady slightly retracted her arm and shook her muzzle twice, probably expressing her agreement. So the heavy makeup man turned around and took the lead, and glanced at the opposite side.

A diameter of at most one millimeter?

Is this the water gun? It's all threatening, Miss.

"You know what you know, otherwise you will help you remove your makeup."

Well, the threat has indeed increased.

The young man's turn movement became more decisive. He walked to the door of the cafe in three steps and two steps. He pushed his left hand slightly and stroked his chest with his right hand in a "please" position.

No request.

Or the young lady covered in the "armor" of the white buffer bubble column was just half a step behind him. At best, the purple cloak would ripple with the wind and then shook back mischievously.

Well, the singer with heavy makeup could only continue to lead the way into the store, chose a better perspective position against the wall, first pull out the chair on the side of the square table, and wait until the young lady sits carefully before turning around and sitting leisurely on the opposite side.

The cloak (cloak) was not taken off, and the head was still hidden in the helmet of the Qi column, and the hand holding the gun was so steady that it did not tremble at all.

If it is not a new model that goes beyond the trend, then it is still a veteran COSER?

The young man is not good at saying anything. It is impossible to order orders. He himself is a worker in this coffee shop. Today's task was originally to wear makeup to attract customers.

It’s okay if you sneak into the store to rest during working hours, but if you want to have two drinks, do you think the metal plate in the boss’s hand behind the counter is not strong enough?

Forget it, this is not important, what is important is this water gun... No, although the shape of this pistol is a bit weird, it seems not made of plastic, but is indeed made of some kind of alloy material. Especially the young lady on the opposite side still calmly placed the two metal products on the table.

9mm, point 45?

That was obviously two barrels.

If you don’t have the option to click 38, it seems that it is not a note.

Although the young lady did not throw out the magazines at the same time, the hints of the related actions are self-evident-

"I saw it clearly, Uncle Li peeled a raw chicken... Oh, I was wrong, it should be 'This gun is a real guy, just be honest if you know the appearance'..."

Ah, there is murderous aura behind it.

The forced man turned his head slightly and saw the boss behind the counter carefully wiping a silver fork. After one second, he put down the fork and picked up the knife in the same set.

Judging from the details of the frequency of the boss's eyes trembling, it is estimated that BIU will come over within five seconds, right?

The expression of the young man was still not visible, but a drop of cold sweat seemed to slip from the back of his neck.

“BOSS~ Order, two cups of coffee.”

The young lady’s English pronunciation is quite standard.

Isn't it kohi but coffee?

"Boss, I'll also have a sandoitch and keki." The singer's japanish is relatively simple and friendly.

"Okay lady is fine." "Get out and get out of the way to pick up customers!"

Haha, capitalism is indeed so cold and ruthless, with different treatments.

Perhaps the threat of the "water gun" near is obviously much stronger than the incompetent and furious boss behind the counter in the distance, so of course the guy chose to stick to the chair and keep moving.

But there was another cold sweat.

Fortunately, the customer ordered two cups of coffee, which is not currently the peak period of Shinjuku’s passenger flow, so it’s fine if the boss verbally scolds him.

"Considering that someone has been working here for a long time, it's not impossible to give him some face occasionally." The boss put down the knife and fork in his hand and began to pace the coffee machine. "I am still a little confident in making coffee..."

...

...

The boss was preparing coffee, and the waiter knew who the singer with heavy makeup was and would not lean over, so his table became a little silent for the time being.

silence,

Be silent again.

In fact, it was only about a minute, but when the man was completely still, the young lady on the other side was obviously shaken.

With a swish, the young lady took out a feather folding fan from the bubble armor with her left hand.

"Wait!" The singer was startled and said decisively to stop him. "I just pretended to be outside the store. Even if I dressed like this, I actually can't sing songs at all. If you can play the show, you can do it even more..."

"Ahem, it's not popular now, is it?" The young lady's voice sounded in the bubble helmet. I don't know if it was an illusion, but it sounded a little boring.

"It wasn't popular to bring this project after the Showa War." The heavy makeup explained approachably.

"What a pity, I had practiced it specifically before I came."

"Come? Are you from overseas?"

No answer.

Five seconds, ten seconds, thirty seconds.

The rest of the guests in the cafe were just in groups of three or three, and the air easily calmed down again.

The barrel was on the table, and the young lady quietly discharged three bullets with slightly pointed bullets on the warhead. To be precise, it was not slightly pointed, but slightly extended from the warhead protruding slightly forward. I don’t know if it was to increase penetration or...

Wait, if this bullet is not a standard structure, the warhead does not need to be fired, but it is in it... then this one is indeed not a water gun?

"Name, Tao Sheng Chunta?" The young lady was a little condescending.

"No, God, I, man." The singer added accent to "Man".

"Blood type, O type?" Condescendingly became slightly confused.

"No, type B." This time the accent fell on "No".

“Private Buku High School?”

"No, Early Rice... I was wrong with Cat Real Science and Technology University, first grade."

"I'm wrong again...wait...huh... I don't know that you are still a top student."

"Haha, it's just sports special admissions."

After the first three questions, the girl on the opposite side obviously began to get confused, but it seemed that the keyword "Mao Shigong University" triggered something unexpected, and the next question was obviously a bit off-the-scenes.

No matter what the problem is, as long as the pistol is still in the other party's hands, the singer will naturally maintain a question-and-answer mode. So it seems that the atmosphere of communication on the table is even a little warm.

"If you have a special trick, it makes sense... Then ask more questions, what major?"

"That...e...e-e-sports?"

"Why do you have to ask your own tone of your answer? I don't really understand the e-sports of your era, interstellar or DOTA?"

"Lian!-Lian!-Lian!-List!!!"

Bang!

A little dull sound.

Ignoring the hair on my forehead being blown by something, the man with heavy makeup is as stable as Mount Tai.

"It's not funny. This time it's an empty package, but it's not necessarily the next time."

The guy obviously couldn't answer this, so he seemed to have decided to change his attitude towards response, such as first trying to use his sincere eyes to influence the other person.

But the other party's left hand decisively reached towards the barrel of the table.

Well, it seems that the tour has not arrived smoothly.
To be continued...