Ichijō Mirai says, "How is that a robbery? It's a loan."
Can you call it robbery when it's the player? No way!
He put aside the bandage that was stained with a blackish red color, replaced it with another bandage soaked in alcohol, and applied it to the abdominal wound without batting an eyelid.
The wound in the abdomen was a gunshot wound, or a bullet wound that had been left behind, but the bullet was no longer there.
That's the point: the game has a clear plotline for the player.
The plotline of the newbie level is very clear, and directly introduces the first twist that the 'player' encounters: his parents are excellent police officers, aspiring to be detectives and police officers, and he should have grown up to be a police officer as good as his parents, but he met a police scumbag, his parents died, and he himself was shot and fell into a coma, and was rescued by an organization.
The twist is clear: the organization designs to lure out the police scum so that the player can take revenge himself.
The action and inaction here probably affects the side; if Ichijō Mirai doesn't do it, he's choosing the police side, and if he does it, he's choosing the black side.
Just one thing: there's only the first turning point and the current turning point, but what about the part in between?
What happened after the organization rescued the 'player', and why didn't they reconnect until the beginning of the game's timeline? And how did you get the abdominal wound?
This must be a follow-up to the newbie level storyline, which is probably important considering it's a plotline that spilled out from the player himself.
Ichijō Mirai still prefers to go straight for it.
He sighed calmly and wiped the wound again, realizing that it had reddened a bit after all the blood had dried, and after a few more seconds of vision, a blue analysis icon popped up.
Analysis icon broken, unfolded very calm analysis handwriting: [after rough treatment of the wound, the probability of leaving scars, it is recommended to apply medication within three days, within one month do not strenuous activities.]
And: [Won't die.]
Calmly, Ichijō Mirai sighed, "I don't think I'll die either."
He didn't bother to apply the medicine carefully, pulling the hem of his shirt up to the chest area again, casually finding the wound medicine in the medical kit and spreading it on his abdomen, then paused, "Huh?"
"Huh?" You can pull your shirt up to your chest?
Then...
Ichijō Mirai puts down the medicine, puts down the hem of his shirt, he takes a solemn breath as a normal person would take a gunshot wound, and slowly raises his hands, from bottom to top, to undo the top buttons of his sweatshirt.
The buttons are many and complicated, but they can be undone!
One by one, Ichijō Mirai unbuttoned the buttons with more and more care, pausing for a few seconds when he reached the chest area, and then with more care, he unbuttoned the last two buttons from the chest to the neck.
He did it.
The top of his body was exposed, and his skin, which was noticeably pale compared to the dirty black tracksuit, was relatively clean, the teenager's body outlined by clear skin texture and clean muscle lines.
"Wow," Ichijō Mirai glanced down, catching sight of his bruise-covered abdomen and a body that rose and fell gently with each breath, seeing no mosaic, "let me try again."
He tried to take off the top of his tracksuit.
It worked.
Without any obstacles, without any mosaics, Ichijō Mirai easily took off the top, and saw this in-game body, again: "Wow."
His eyes paused for a moment at his chest and abdomen, outlined by clear lines, and slowly moved down to his sweatpants.
The sweatpants didn't have one button after another, just a simple black string that could be easily undone with a simple tug.
As you breathe, not only your body, but also the end of the string of the sweatpants is undulating in a small range, as if it's a lure.
When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you, and Ichijō Mirai is tempted by the abyss, and he's ready to move.
"...Are you listening to me?" Gin's voice interrupts this foolishness, "I'm saying, from now on, you need to be more discriminating and not shoot at members of the organization."
"Don't shoot at Organization members, and don't rob Organization members."
"The 100 million yen that Vodka is holding," he said, word for word, very clearly, so clearly that there was inexplicably a bit of gnashing of teeth, "was just taken from the person he was dealing with, and cannot be given to you."
"It needs to be given to the organization."
Ichijō Mirai: "Don't suddenly speak to me."
"Do you know how scary it is to suddenly make a sound at a moment like this? Fortunately, I have some sense of shame and didn't do anything before I could do it. Otherwise, I might have fainted," he complained, commenting on Gin, "You are impolite."
"We're not close enough for that."
Gin: "?"
What is this guy talking about?
...No, what is this guy doing, why does he need to use the word 'shame'?
This guy doesn't even have the most basic 'morals', can he really have 'shame'.
Ichijō Mirai ignored the stark question mark that popped out of the phone, and simply untied the rope, trying and succeeding in removing his dirty sweatpants.
He dug a little deeper and finally realized what was unrealistic about the game: the underwear didn't budge.
The system's kind prompt popped up: [Hello, please be civilized.]
Ichijō Mirai: "Oh my."
'Please be civilized', not prompting when you're killing people, not prompting when you're killing people, not prompting when you're robbing, ahem, borrowing money, and now you're prompting now, right?
This game is indeed an evil game that encourages players to burn, kill, rob and commit all kinds of evil, and is full of tricks.
"I am a little disappointed," he took his hand back and said to Gin, "but I can't tell you why I am disappointed, because our relationship is not close enough. You are still [Hatred] to me, and I am still [Friendly] to you."
Gin again: "?"
"Not hatred," he retorted outright, "not hatred yet."
But it's close.
This guy was really doing something that would cause his blood pressure to skyrocket, and he knew it.
"That's close enough," Ichijō Mirai didn't dwell on it, "The relationship isn't close enough for me to tell you why I'm disappointed."
"Why don't you upgrade our relationship."
He pondered for a moment: "For example,"
"Lend me a hundred million dollars."
Gin: "..."
This guy's still so good at making other people getting high blood pressure.
"I'll remember to keep you away from any trading missions so you don't siphon off the money," he said coldly, ignoring the part of his words that he couldn't think about carefully, "Vodka said you wanted to do the missions badly enough, fine."
"But not now, you're in trouble with the police."
The Tokyo police are a group of talented people. When they encounter dangerous people like Ichijō Mirai, they will bravely use the two-way running skills, actively cooperate with the vicious criminals to retreat, and even silently pray that they will retreat successfully in time.
Criminals are afraid to meet the police, and the police are afraid to meet criminals.
"But they'll search Tokyo."
Even if it's just a basic search, even if it's just to save face, even if they're secretly praying that they won't actually find it.
Gin rightfully arranged: "In the meantime, you'll have some peace, so you can go out and do your missions when the wind dies down. If the police find out about you, you'll be in trouble, and if you kill some more police, the FBI might actually do something."
"That's not true," Ichijō Mirai retorted casually, "the police will be chasing me from a distance, I won't be able to shoot them."
It's a pain in the ass to shoot beyond three meters.
It's just, "They can't spot me."
He discovered the key point, "I have silenced everyone who saw me, so the police cannot track me down."
"You're so cunning, you made up such a lie to keep me out of the mission."