Rum: "???"
Because it was too unbelievable and he had suffered a great shock in such a short period of time, Rum suspected that he had heard it wrongly, "What did you say?"
"You said, you said I'm a, a waste?!"
Ichijō Mirai patiently admitted, "Yes."
He presented evidence one by one, "I clearly prepared a sniper rifle, but only prepared 20 rounds of bullets. After I successfully eliminated the enemy, your first reaction was fear."
What's not a waste, a
Rum: "..."
His face changed and changed, he became furious, and in a fit of rage...
Normally, if a member of a low-level organization had been provoked by his face and directly taunted him with the word 'waste', as a codename member, as the second-in-command of the organization, Rum would have been furious and directly shot this kind of unknowledgeable member of the organization.
But that was an ordinary member of the organization, Ichijō Mirai is not an ordinary member of the organization, he is a special person.
But Ichijō Mirai had just sniped over thirty enemies, and his hands were still warm.
But Ichijō Mirai is really amazing, and he is not mentally normal.
But Rum is a bit scared.
Rum was really scared of the madman, a little bit, just a little bit, and in a fit of rage, he said.
"My intention was for you to snipe the enemy, but not for you to snipe at will almost without stopping!"
"Do you know what the emergency news said? There's a terrorist who snipes indiscriminately at the site of the Metropolitan Council!"
"To snipe indiscriminately in the center of the city, do you know how much of a commotion that would make?!"
"Now almost every resident on the street knows there's a madman in the center of the city!"
Ichijō Mirai: "?"
"Not only do you not speak human, you don't understand human language very well either," He corrected, "not indiscriminately, but with precision."
"You have so few bullets ready, I can only use every bullet on the enemies you call 'convicts similar to the organization', there's no spare bullets for an indiscriminate attack."
"And..."
Ichijō Mirai asked after a moment, puzzled, "Aren't we terrorists?"
Putting aside the fact that the computer expansion suggests that the organization is becoming increasingly weak, "Isn't the side of the organization that I see is that it is a dark organization, and its members are also part of the darkness?"
The organization is able to clean up the residential area in advance, ambush the users, threaten and blackmail the president, and has a mole in the police.
All of these are signs that the organization is not a good one, or at least it's a real black organization so far.
So, "Isn't it normal for a convict to accidentally injure an ordinary citizen in the course of his actions?"
"It's quite normal for a carpenter to lose wood when building furniture," Ichijō Mirai wondered, "Why are you reacting so violently?"
He sincerely advised Rum, "Don't be too kind."
Don't be a waste, but don't be a waste snack.
"You, like Gin, are too soft," Ichijō Mirai said sincerely, 'You're convicts, criminals, not ordinary people, and you don't need an overabundance of 'mercy' and 'kindness'."
He thought about it and corrected himself slightly, "Gin can have it."
Gin has the ability to be a tree that is hard on the outside and soft on the inside, while Rum has no ability and if he is a little weaker, he can only be a despicable waste snack.
Ichijō Mirai consoled the waste snack, "But don't worry, the news is slandering me, I'm not indiscriminate, every shot is accurate and sends an enemy away."
"You should feel better now, waste, ahem, Rum."
He cuts to the chase, "Without further ado, when do we meet?"
Please stick your head out for a moment, the bullet is in urgent need, really, urgent.
Rum: "..."
It's amazing. After doing evil for so many years, I was actually advised sincerely to 'not be too soft'.
And to add insult to injury, Gin was also advised not to be too soft.
And even more so, the kid didn't look like he wanted to kill, but he did look like he wanted to kill.
His face changed again, and he had to hold his tongue, "Well, well, well, now that you've finished,"
Ichijō Mirai: "Huh?"
Rum immediately changed his words, "Your actions are outstanding, I haven't seen an organization member as outstanding as you for a long time, actually able to accurately distinguish the enemy in the crowd and shoot accurately, it seems that Gin was right, you're an excellent shooter."
Gin was right, this kid is crazy.
"Just, is your shoulder hurt?" He slowed his tone, "The police will be here soon, and I know you're good enough to take out the first batch with ease, but the organization shouldn't be famous, so you'd better retreat first."
"Next time I ask you to snipe, I'll have extra bullets."
There is no next time.
"Okay," Ichijō Mirai agreed, "where do we meet?"
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Rum remained silent, pondering Ichijō Mirai's words with uncertainty.
Ichijō Mirai didn't have a murderous aura, he didn't have the murderous aura of a normal person trying to kill his boss when he said that, just plain, so plain that it was as if he was saying, 'I'm going to eat sushi today'.
And after a mission, it seems perfectly normal to have a face-to-face debriefing with your boss.
...But this guy just shot so many people in a row, and he doesn't even have a murderous aura on him, so it's not believable.
Rum heard the whole process of sniping, and knew that 'five minutes', 'twenty bullets' and 'dense crowd' combined to create a sniping speed that he couldn't believe, and he cautiously responded.
He responded cautiously, "You retreat first, and we'll meet again when we have the chance."
And even more cautiously, he gave the honorable excuse that he wasn't afraid to meet, "I'm not in Tokyo right now."
Ichijō Mirai retreated with regret, "Okay."
"You're not in Tokyo, that's ridiculous... How did you know that 'the residents of Tokyo knew about the sniper attack in the city center'?"
"You lied to me?"
Rum was silent.
"No," he managed to find a reason, "I had expected that you wouldn't make such a big fuss."
At least the city council will not be turned into the scene of the Mount Fuji eruption, forcing countless citizens to flee frantically.
"The police will be here soon, and they'll be after you, and I've just gotten word that the FBI is out there, too."
"I said I wasn't in Tokyo because...I'm going to New York to deal with the FBI, yeah, that's it."
He calmed down, his tone light, with the harsh demeanor of a convict, "Make some noise for them, so they don't focus on Tokyo all the time."
Then he changed the subject, "The police are on the move, you'll have to retreat."
"That's enough for today. I'm hanging up now."
Ichijō Mirai: "No, they will arrive 20 minutes after the first gunshot. Since you haven't left yet, I can report to you in person... Hello?"
He checked his phone and saw the hung up call and the missed call.
Nineteen missed calls.
The next second, the phone vibrated again, and the twentieth unmarked call alert rang sharply, and Ichijō Mirai answered, "Hello."
He preened calmly and greeted politely, "Good afternoon, Gin."
On the other end of the line came the sound of the news, and the newscaster, speaking rapidly, was urging all citizens to go home and stay away from the office as soon as possible, to hide in buildings as much as possible, and to stay off the streets.
There was an inexplicable empty silence as the news was the only sound.
After a long silence, Gin said: "You are done."
"...That waste Rum."
Ichijō Mirai thought deeply, "Indeed."