Dimensional Chat Room

Chapter 439 Emiya Kiritsugu and Irisviel

Push the time forward 6 hours.

The residential area to the east of Miyon River is a rapidly developing new town built on the development of wilderness. The heart of the city that is about to be built appears with a pale, clean, gorgeous but personalityless appearance.

Just now, a man wearing an ordinary T-shirt was walking leisurely among the crowd. The clothes looked a bit old and he didn't bring any luggage with him.

He was Emiya Kiritsugu who had just arrived in Fuyuki. When he passed by the vending machine, he couldn't help but buy a pack of cigarettes.

Looking at the cigarette box, his thoughts became a little complicated.

It’s been nine years since I quit smoking. Part of the reason was that he couldn't buy the good cigarettes he was used to smoking in the distant Einzbern, but more importantly, Kiritsugu didn't want to worry his wife and daughter.

And now all I can think about is the coming war.

He habitually put coins in, calmed down, bought a disposable lighter from a roadside shop, opened the cigarette box, lit it, and let the lingering mist and long-lost sweet fragrance spread in his throat.

?He arrived at the agreed-upon hotel, walked calmly through the lobby, and took the elevator to the seventh floor.

If nothing else happened, Emiya Kiritsugu's loyal subordinates had been waiting here three days ago.

He knocked on the door of Room 703 with a special code rhythm.

As if they were waiting specially, the door opened. Emiya Kiritsugu and Yamai simply exchanged a glance and entered the room directly.

Kiritsugu moved the boxes hidden under the bed and asked, "Are they all arranged?"

"Yes. We have spies on Mount Enzo, the Tohsaka family, the Matou family, the airport where my wife landed, and all the major transportation hubs entering and leaving Fuyuki City."

"Um."

He did not show the slightest appreciation to his subordinates for completing the tasks assigned by them.

Kiritsugu just nodded matter-of-factly.

Unknowingly, he has been working with Miwu for more than ten years. When they first met, Miwu was just a little girl.

Even then, once the outer layer of "girl" was peeled off, Miwu's sharpness was undoubtedly progressing.

Miwu is a girl with very regular facial features, but her slender eyes are as sharp as a needle. Perhaps most men will be attracted by her refreshing hair, but as long as she casts a sharp look, no matter what kind of Anyone who comes close will probably stay away.

"Has anything happened recently?"

"No."

"Continue surveillance."

"yes."

Kiritsugu opened the box, and inside was a sniper rifle that exuded the fragrance of gun oil.

This Walter WA2000 sniper rifle combines the exquisite skills of craftsmen and the latest mechanical technology, perfectly combining with the rough and wild appearance.

Its smooth and metallic lines reveal the excellence of its craftsmanship. Since in the early stages of production, WA2000 was completely focused on quality and accuracy, regardless of cost, the price was extremely high.

But in its place is world-class performance and destructive power.

There are only 10,000 sold worldwide, and one of them is here.

The WA2000's designed cartridge is based on the .300 Winchester Magnum caliber, and its effective range is far beyond 800 meters. Any magician's head in front of it is no different from a watermelon.

The Holy Grail War, in the final analysis, is still a battle between masters, that is, a war between magicians.

Using this weapon, you can capture the enemy's name from hundreds of meters or even kilometers away. This is not difficult for a well-trained soldier to do, but a magician knows nothing about it.

This was one of the keys to Emiya Kiritsugu's door to victory.

In addition, there is a fixed bracket specially ordered by Kiritsugu in order to use two sights. The left side is an extra-large optical sight, and the other half is a night vision device purchased from the strongest military power today.

With his primary weapon at the ready, he's also equipped with an M950 micro submachine rifle.

As for Miwu, he used a Sether AUG assault rifle and a Desert Eagle. He also carried several smoke grenades, flash grenades and Soviet-made RG-60TB thermobaric grenades in his waist.

Kiritsugu picked up the heavy sniper rifle from the bed and checked the handle and trigger to make sure it was in perfect condition.

"Use this number to contact us."

Mimu took the mobile phone that Kiritsugu had thrown over and looked through the address book. There was only one number in it.

"yes."

"I'll make some preparations first, while you stay where you are."

"yes."

Simple and pure command communication, but it does not seem stiff, but makes people feel that there is a huge tacit understanding and trust between them.

Kiritsugu left the room with the WA2000 backpack on his back, and Mima followed his words and sat on the bed, like a sculpture.

At the same time, a charter flight of Italian airline Vorale from Germany slowly landed at the nearest airport in Fuyuki City.

Unlike Einzbern, which is always in harsh winter, the air here is still mixed with a touch of heat even at dusk.

Irisviel von Einzbern turned her head and looked at the warm sunshine slanting from the western horizon, feeling relieved.

This is where Kiritsugu made his voice.

It's indeed a good place.

"Saber, how does air travel feel like."

Irisviel said to the servant who was about to step onto the floor behind her.

"It is nothing special."

Saber's holy blue pupils were as calm as ever.

She stepped onto this foreign land calmly, without any change in her expression.

The sunset is like a flower, and the hair is like gold sand.

The girl called Saber is as beautiful as the moon in the water or the flower in the mirror. But she also exudes a brave spirit and determination to move forward, which makes her look indescribably heroic in her black suit.

"Don't be so serious."

Irisviel jumped up to Saber and held her arm, "It's rare to be in Japan. Let's go have a delicious meal on the eve of the war."

"Well, indeed, it is necessary to replenish enough energy before fighting." Saber nodded. The beautiful and stern face made passers-by turn their heads.

"Really, don't say such disgraceful words. Let me see if there are any special dishes in Fuyuki City."

Irisviel half dragged Saber and jumped into the taxi.

After the two of them finished their dinner and were walking on the pedestrian street, an undisguised and biting hostility struck, and the merciless biting feeling hit Irisviel's back.

"He's the enemy's servant."

Saber's holy blue pupils were suddenly ignited, standing between the hostile direction and Irisviel.

She had sworn to her sword that it would protect her.

The enemy deliberately exposed his aura, and did not approach after being sensed, but left at a very slow speed.

"He's leading us over."

Saber explained the current situation and left it to Irisviel to judge.

"Ah, you are so graceful. Do you want us to choose the battlefield? That's fine."

Irisviel pretended to be the master of Saber, and she had the element of luring the snake out of its hole. Since the enemy came to her, why not do it?

While accepting the opponent's challenge, Irisviel also dialed Emiya Kiritsugu's phone number.

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Patchouli casually removed the servant aura from Ye You, and then applied concealment magic. In this way, it was almost impossible for Saber and Lancer, who were not good at perception, to detect them.

They hid on the back of the container and quietly looked towards the center of the field, where two soldiers were facing each other.