I save beautiful girls in Tokyo

Chapter 173 What can a billion dollars buy, please give me an idea

Jingu Makoto didn't know that Miura-kun died twice, and his attention was completely on the display at this time.

The scrolling entries quickly stopped, [Scene: villa, weapon selection: Italian Beretta 92F, time limit: 8 minutes. 】

The time limit means that you can't stay in the scene for more than 8 minutes, and you don't have to think about things like hiding and searching for a little bit.

The screen flashed, showing the starting point and exit mark of the villa scene.

Picking up the pistol known as the "King of Pistols" from the rack and renamed M9 by the US military, Makoto Jingu inspected the firearm skillfully, and stuffed another magazine in his pocket.

Two clips, 30 rounds, 20 targets.

The target on each ambush position only stays for 3.5 seconds, and it is dead if it is irradiated by the laser emitter on the target for more than two seconds.

That is to say, he needs to hit the effective part of the target to score points while avoiding the laser emitter within 3.5 seconds, and he needs to judge whether the humanoid target is equipped with a camouflage helmet and body armor before shooting.

In fact, only for a moment.

Walk out of the preparation room, get on the golf cart, and go to the villa site.

A week of training has allowed him to understand this scene quite well, and it is relatively simple. As Qianhualiu said, scenes in shopping malls, banquet halls, amusement parks, and schools are more difficult.

It is difficult to make an accurate judgment in a dense crowd. Of course, it is very different from the real situation, but those dummies can move.

A few minutes later, he jumped down from the small balcony on the second floor of the villa, rolled forward and stood up.

He froze for a moment, with surprise on his face.

Returning to the monitoring room in a golf cart, Qian Hualiu clapped her hands expressionlessly without making a sound. It seemed like a kind of irony, but it was actually a very high evaluation.

"48 points, you missed two targets."

Xiaoxiang came over to wipe his sweat with a towel, with a smile in her eyes, "There is still a big gap between 60 points."

Actually quite satisfied.

It was completely beyond her expectation to be able to achieve this result in just one week. Qian Hualiu was right, this is a sports genius.

After looking at the time, Makoto Jingong took the towel, "Take a 10-minute break and play another game. I think I can score more than 60 points."

"Bragging again."

Xiaoxiang turned cold, "I told you, I don't like the way you brag, did you forget it so soon, ha!"

She knows best how difficult it is to improve shooting performance. It is very difficult to raise 1 point. The element of luck is very small, and every shot is a manifestation of all-round strength.

60 points is a bottleneck point. It took her four months to cross the 60-point line, and it was the same for Fei Nai.

Want to break through the bottleneck in 10 minutes?

A man who likes to brag does not fit the pragmatic and tenacious family style of the Inagawa family and needs to be adjusted.

"Xiang, give it a try."

"Okay, I'll give you a chance; if you can't do it, I'll punish you."

Xiaoxiang glared at him. She didn't want to dampen his enthusiasm before the game, so she massaged him with Qianhualiu to relax; she hadn't seen him for a week, and she was also looking forward to the punishment, and specially prepared lubricating fluid.

Is it bragging to score over 60 points?
Jingu Makoto has this confidence.

Because the moment I jumped off the small balcony, there was a ding in my mind.

[You have received a new email. 】

[Introductory-level shooting (semi-automatic pistol) is upgraded to the proficient level, the first skill upgrade reward: Chef's hat. 】

[God of Cooking Hat (elite level), durability 100/100. 】

[Efficacy: Put on this hat and you will be the god of cooking... That is impossible. The industry elites are almost the same, and they are automatically proficient in making various Chinese dishes. As the old saying goes: three-year knife, five-year spoon, knife, not only refers to The key is knife skills, which also include the control over the handling of ingredients; the spoon is not only about controlling the heat, but also the ability to produce complex flavors from various ingredients and condiments; wearing this hat, you don’t need eight years of hard work, you can do it in one second. 】

[Remarks: Why are the industry elites not the God of Cooking, because this hat is a fake. The God of Cooking forgot to bring paper back then and wiped his ass with it. 】

It turns out that the skills provided by the system can also be upgraded, which he didn't expect.

Pistol shooting has been promoted to the proficient level, Jingu Makoto feels that he is sure to exceed 60 points.

After 10 minutes, he got up and walked to the preparation room.

After another ten minutes, when the total score of 62 points was displayed on the monitor, Xiaoxiang and Qianhualiu were silent.

After a while, Qian Hualiu said in a deep voice, "God bestows the strong, unimaginable."

Inagawa Haruka smiled extremely proudly.

The injection of Kugaru's blood has made the Inagawa family rise to the top class of the island country, but at their core, they are still the down-and-out samurai in Shirohata Town, Kamakura City, Kanagawa Prefecture who works hard for a good meal. What he admires most is the strong.

Those who are stronger than human beings are undoubtedly god-given powerhouses.

It is unimaginable to be a strong man given by God, but there is one in front of him, and he is still his own man.

'My man! '

Compared with the god-given powerhouse, losing a Hakata port is nothing.

……

Even on a sunny day, you can't see many stars at night in Tokyo. The lights of street lights, car lights, lighting lamps, and beautifying lamps dim the stars, but they cannot cover up the brightness of the bright moon.

The feeling of looking at the moon from a helicopter is actually similar to that on the ground. Makoto Jingu retracted his gaze and remembered the scene of seeing Mount Fuji from this helicopter.

really beautiful.

Only then did I realize that Xiaoxiang's eyes were not on the tablet, but on her own face.

There is still a bit of blush on the tender white face, like the pink cherry blossoms in Ueno.

There was a faint red mark on his neck, which was left by himself.

"No wonder it's called Xiaoxiang, it smells so good." A sweet mark was left there.

These imprints generally appear in pairs.

He touched his neck, and there was one there, so he pouted across the desk, acting coquettishly.

Xiaoxiang smiled, lowered her head and continued to look at the document, "Mom just sent a message saying that when you win, you will be rewarded, something under one billion dollars, let you think about what you want first."

Makoto Jingu: "...."

One billion U.S. dollars is probably the gain of Hakata Port for one year, and the future mother-in-law will not be stingy.

The question is, what can a billion dollars sell for?
I don't know wow!

Yesterday, I was arguing with Tachibana-san about whether I should calculate the extra 1500 yen for hourly wages, and then I suddenly had to buy something worth a billion dollars.

How much is one billion US dollars in Island Currency?

He checked the latest exchange rate on his phone.

1 US dollar ≈ 114.42 yen.

Then, 10 billion US dollars ≈ 114420000000 yen.

When numbers suitable for scientific notation appeared in his mind, those 0s occupied too much space in the cerebral cortex, causing his brain to be a little hypoxic.

It just means a little dizzy.

With so much money, buying Tokyo... that's nonsense. Buying the entire building of Imma Apartment in Roppongi [-]-chome, Minato-ku, Tokyo, shouldn't be a big problem, and there are probably a lot left.

Is someone with $10 billion in assets considered a capitalist?
You should probably forget it.

Anyway, you don’t need to think about eating Wagyu, and you don’t need to look at the meter when you take a taxi.

'Bah, bah, bah, I have a special car, take a shit taxi. '

The dream of this life seems to have come true all of a sudden.

After thinking for a while, he realized a problem, 'It is really fragrant to be raised. '

Everyone, don’t mention a man’s self-esteem to Jingu Makoto from now on. Whoever raises it will be in a hurry.

'How much is that thing worth! '

He leaned on his cheek and stared at the moon outside the porthole again, with a calm expression on his face, as if a billion dollars was too small a thing to waste his brain energy on.

In fact, my blood pressure is a bit high. I want to avoid being unable to sit still and crawling under the table.

(End of this chapter)