[Hint, you are already wanted.]
[Current wanted index: 5 stars (false).]
[Attention, the FBI has deployed a hidden police car and will be in constant pursuit of you.]
[Note: There is no time limit on this wanted notice.]
[Police helicopter arrival countdown: 30 minutes.]
The system prompt paused for a few seconds, as if it was silently digesting the information, before slowly prompting: [Mission Completed.]
[Congratulations on completing the advanced goal, 'Low-level Painkillers' and 'Low-level Blood Tonic Medicine' +3, 'Personal Mystery Box' +1.]
[Item Name: Personal Mystery Box.]
[In life, you will always lack something, and this is when you need a Personal Mystery Box. Unlike social blind boxes, it will help you accurately.
Of course, the payoff is always proportional, and you get what you pay for].
The price of this blind box in the mall is marked below: [One million].
There are also small notes: [One million is one level, ten million is one level, and one hundred million is one level.]
There are three levels, the higher the price, the better the item.
The system slowed down and prompted again: [You have redefined 'Organization Newcomer', cracked and reconstructed Rum's impression of you, increased Rum's trust in Gin, and made a great contribution to the harmony of the organization.]
The prompt emerged almost word for word.
[He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world, because his notoriety...]
The prompt appears for a second, then disappears and reappears.
[He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world, because of his fame, the 'Prestige' system has been activated.]
Prestige is divided into two parts, one is the permanent area, and the other is the world area. The tip in the upper left corner has been updated with a line of Prestige tips:
[Tokyo:[Reverence]]
[When you explain your evil deeds to a local Tokyo victim, there is a chance that you will convince them to become your henchman.]
[Current Probability: 100%]
[World: [Little Fame]]
[When you tell anyone about your evil deeds, there is a chance that the other person will be afraid, and there is a very small chance that the other person will be fascinated and excited.]
[Current probability: 12%/0.01%]
After prompting both, the system was silent for a moment, and then prompted again.
[Organization: [The Wine Aroma Hiding in the Alley]]
[Unfortunately, due to the unique existence of the organization, no one except a few victims knows about your shameless and horrific behavior.]
Ichijō Mirai finished the sniping scene.
He stood and set up his rifle, looking away from the panicked crowd in the distance, knocking back the yin and yang and swallowing the compliment, "Thank you for the compliment."
"I didn't waste any time on sniping and searching to identify the enemy this time, it was over quick enough, I finished the mission in five minutes."
He praised himself sincerely, "That was awesome."
System: [...]
This is Tokyo, it makes sense to have the FBI out after a sniping case, Ichijō Mirai glances at it and skips over it, also skimming over the new rewards that would take time to study for now, focusing on the yin yang: "Increased Rum's trust in Gin?"
"Why?"
Thoughts spinning for a few moments, he realized, "Oh, in addition to the little flaws of not smiling by nature and hanging up on the phone, Gin's also a tattletale."
Giving Rum some insight into the newcomer's personality.
Seeing the hints, Rum didn't believe it all at first, but only now he's completely convinced.
"...That's right, Rum."
Ichijō Mirai put the gun away and searched the ground, finding the cell phone he had thrown away due to the constant noise, and finding the call still active, he politely greeted, "Hello, you were making too much noise just now."
"My fingerprints are on the gun. When will the person who came to take the gun leave?"
The wanted star is false, which means that the fingerprints on the sniper rifle will not reveal Ichijō Mirai's identity.
But there was only the sniper rifle at the scene, there was nothing to carry it with, and Ichijō Mirai doesn't know how to dismantle it, so the reason why the fingerprints won't blow his cover is obvious: someone else will take care of it.
"And," Ichijō Mirai said politely, making a small request to the codename member as a newbie at the bottom of the organization, "next time, can we have more bullets?"
"There are only 20 rounds of ammunition on the scene, but there are more than 30 enemies."
This means one thing: to eliminate all the enemies, not a single precious bullet must be wasted, and each bullet must hit one or more of the enemies.
For Ichijō Mirai, who had barely touched a sniper's rifle, it was tough.
He justifiably complains, "I practiced for a long time before I was able to eliminate them with precision."
He adds quietly, "And thanks to those snipers who had observers, they were so close together when they were sniping."
Did it work? It didn't work.
Snipers don't need observers. They'll die when they're supposed to.
And, "Is there a doctor in the organization? I'm wounded."
Of course it wasn't because of the gunshot. "The recoil of the sniper rifle was too strong at the place where the shoulder and neck meet. I felt the clavicle was broken..."
"The eye was swollen and bleeding..."
Ichijō Mirai stopped talking, touched his shoulder and collarbone, then reached out to touch his intact eyes, and changed his words, "This posture is relatively standard, nothing."
He added thoughtfully, "It's not a gunshot wound or an obvious recoil injury. It doesn't matter if there's no doctor. I can go to the hospital."
Adding thoughtfully, "It's not a gunshot wound or an obvious recoil injury, so it's okay if I don't have a doctor, I can go to the hospital."
And finally, "Hello?"
"Are you there, Rum?"
Rum is there.
He: "..."
Some people are dead but still alive, and some people are alive but have been dead for a while.
In the former case, the enemies that Ichijō Mirai had sniped with the same precision as he had pulled weeds were dead, but they were imprinted in Rum's heart.
The latter is Rum.
When Ichijō Mirai started to shoot, Rum suddenly felt something was wrong and immediately stopped him. He was thrown aside for being too noisy. He heard the sound of his phone hitting the ground a few times, as if he had been slapped hard, and then he was already dead.
Now there are still a few strands of air in his throat, which will become a corpse's grievance in a few more decades, "You, you shot..."
Rum couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
Ichijō Mirai: "Yes, I shot the enemy."
He was a bit puzzled: "What happened?"
What! What! What!
This guy has the nerve to ask what happened!!!!!
Rum takes a deep breath and squeezes out a question, "You shot a gun, in public?"
Ichijō Mirai: "?"
He pondered what Rum meant, and was a little confused: "You mean, I should wait until it's dark and shoot at the empty streets...?"
"What a strange request, you really are a waste."