[Wanted level: four stars.]
The wanted level is flashing.
Not far away, the police are still in a standoff, some are still shouting, and there seems to be a sniper in the distance, but they haven't found any targets.
They began to tentatively disperse the neighborhood one by one, knocking on doors as silently and quickly as possible to wake up the sleeping people and escort them out.
The police helicopter that the wanted index had three stars on had not yet arrived, and Ichijō Mirai had not yet heard the sound of the propellers.
Maybe I need to apply to the master of the sky to go through the formalities...
Ichijō Mirai didn't know the rules and regulations of the police helicopter, nor did he care, as he sat on the couch in the first floor living room, idly placing all the fallen objects he'd picked up on the coffee table.
Guns, guns, and guns, spare magazines, magazines, and magazines filled with bullets, as well as gold bars, gold bracelets, etc.
There are also some miscellaneous batons, pepper spray, and handcuffs.
"They all have police guns, batons, and handcuffs," Ichijō Mirai muttered, "and they say these guys are not police officers."
"Why would a member of the organization pretend to be a police officer? Seeking for death?
With some regret, he had to honor his colleague's death wish.
The contact cell phone was a special one that didn't allow for many functions, even messages and phone calls could only be made to specific numbers, and as a matter of course, no pictures could be taken.
Ichijō Mirai thought about it, and chose to open Gin's contact information and send a photo.
The camera pops up on the phone screen.
"You can't open the camera directly," he said again, "but you can open it indirectly."
What does that mean?
It means that the game is making it very clear that, yes, take a picture and show Gin what he's talking about when he says he's a member of the organization.
He takes a picture and sends it to Gin with the simple caption: [Their equipment.]
[Members of the organization?]
After posting it, Ichijō Mirai casually tossed the phone into the pile of loot, looking a bit more serious and searching through his own with a more serious attitude.
There was a lot of loot, but something was missing: yen.
Along the way, Ichijō Mirai had carefully searched the wallets of the corpses, and had laughed at all the cash that rightfully belonged to him, but now, it was gone.
Instead, there was a system alert, a warm reminder in the midst of the pop-up kill alerts and harvest alerts.
[Player 'Ichijō Mirai' has been in possession of 32,000 yen for over five minutes, and has automatically deducted money to offset part of his debt.]
[It has been detected that player 'Ichijō Mirai' has been holding 100,000 yen for more than five minutes, and has automatically deducted money to offset part of his debt...]
...
[Current debt: 29,994,208,95.]
The deduction prompts were one by one, and Ichijō Mirai's heart was peeled one by one.
He was hurt, "I haven't even quit the game yet, and it's just deducting money automatically."
After a few seconds of reminiscing, he was even more hurt, "I forgot to touch the bodies of the two officers in the alley."
Recalling again, he was hurt again, "There were seven or eight police officers who arrived at that time, if they had all been killed, there would have been more money."
Rounded up, that's a loss of at least a million yen.
Looking to the top left corner, Ichijō Mirai is devastated to see the precise amount of money owed and the current time of day, "It's not even five o'clock, the banks aren't even open."
Is there anything wrong with players? His defense is very low, and he can easily break through it with just one hit of "Can't rob a bank", and then become depressed and sad.
On the coffee table, the cell phone vibrated.
Ichijō Mirai answered it sadly, "Hello?"
He politely asked, "What time do banks in Tokyo refresh? Can't it be five o'clock?"
It doesn't matter if it doesn't.
"What's the strength of the FBI in Tokyo? Do they carry a lot of dollars?"
The dollar reward is triggered when the wanted level reaches five stars.
Gin: "..."
Every minute and every second, you can get a new experience of high blood pressure.
But unexpectedly, after experiencing high blood pressure one after another, he found that he was actually a little familiar with it.
At least now it was possible to pause for a few seconds, digest in silence, and simply ignore the subject of high blood pressure, "Where are you now?"
"Vodka's on his way."
"He's a code name member, higher level than you," Gin emphasized, "don't attack."
The Codename who came to get him was named Vodka.
Ichijō Mirai combed through the known codenames of the organization's members: Gin, Rum, and Vodka.
Gin is not in his neighborhood right now, although he forgot to look for the drops.
Rum doesn't have much information, he seems to have made a mistake, he's probably not very competent, and his drops are probably not very good quality or very rich.
However, Vodka...
"Vodka?" asked Ichijō Mirai sharply, "Will he drop Japanese currency, dollars, or Ruble?"
I wish he'd drop dollars. It's worth it.
...Oh wait, this one can't be killed.
Otherwise, the silver-haired NPC, who is by nature unsmiling, will become even more unsmiling, and the wanted level in the upper left corner won't just blink a few moments slower, it'll solidify firmly.
Ichijō Mirai sighs in disappointment, "Well, I won't attack him."
Gin heard the distinct reluctance, and a bit of 'I can't do anything about you, alas, tolerate you a bit, won't attack this time'.
He: "..."
You really want to attack?
For a normal member of the organization, it's a little bit outrageous, crazy, insane, but for Ichijō Mirai, it's normal.
...Does the organization really have to take this guy? Does it really have to?
"Well," Gin replied in a normal voice after a few seconds, "don't attack."
"He's here."
"You put the gun down, he'll open the door and take you away."
What Gin said was 'open the door', which is generally understood to mean open the door from outside the first-floor door.
But in Gin's normal, somewhat subdued voice, Ichijō Mirai caught a scuffling sound.
It's coming from the third floor.
It was light, very light.
So Ichijō Mirai didn't notice it until he was right above it, but he didn't react.
He had dropped his guns on the coffee table when he was gathering up his loot, and was out of the fight, and now, instead of grabbing his gun and aiming it at the source of the sound, he looked up naturally, like a normal person hearing a sound while talking on the phone.
Something was thrown down from the third floor, swept through the air in a brown shadow, and landed heavily on the ground, moving around Ichijō Mirai's feet for a few moments.
It was a toy bear.
Ichijō Mirai held up the phone, looked down, stared at the innocent toy bear for a few seconds, and then his eyes twitched, "Ah, Vodka's here."
He looked like a normal person on the phone, but encountered a naughty family member, no mood swings, and no intention to quickly reach for the gun, or naturally look up, again looking at the third floor.
The third floor, after the toy bear safely landed, a man wearing a black suit stepped out and stood by the handrail.
His body is relatively large, black, wearing a black hat, obviously early in the morning, but also wearing black sunglasses.
The wide black sunglasses blocked most of his expression.
Ichijō Mirai didn't have the awareness that he should fire a few more shots to meet the expectations of the intruders and let them relax after killing so many people just now.
He really looks like an ordinary person who is waiting for his classmates to come to his door at school time, but is a little upset because he has to go to school.
He also said to the phone, "Vodka is Japanese."
Then it looks like they won't be popping the rare currency Ruble.
Sigh.