[Year 0, July 04, 14:23]
[Gin｜Health｜Irritability｜Three Stars]
The cell phone vibrates to indicate an incoming call.
Ichijō Mirai moved his body a few times before answering the phone politely, "Hello, how are you, I haven't seen you for a day, but you're not a smiley boss by nature."
He asked with concern, "Is dear Mr. Rum back in Tokyo?"
On the other side of the phone, Gin: "..."
He was silent for a moment, then realized that Ichijō Mirai was probably using his skill to forcefully silence the enemy in order to gain the upper hand in the conversation, so he slowed down and coldly said, "No."
"As usual, you're not a smiler by nature," Ichijō Mirai sighed, "Well, then, my lord, what is so important that you finally took the time out of your busy schedule to call me back on my 103rd call?"
Gin paused again, and it took about ten seconds before he calmly corrected himself, "Not one hundred and three."
"You made a total of sixty-three calls, I answered three of them, and there were sixty missed calls."
Ichijō Mirai was shocked, "You still count that?"
"I just said it to pretend I hold a grudge," He sighed, "I didn't realize you really did."
"I'm sorry, that was a mistake."
Gin: "..."
"Why don't you say something?" Ichijō Mirai thought for a moment, and took the initiative to reflect on himself, "Sorry, I've picked up a bad habit in recent times from my classmates who have been playing a lot, and I've gotten used to talking when I've been playing a little too much."
Habitual bad taste.
I can't help it, if I don't make fun of the cute little cuddles, I'll lose out.
Like a lowly Mafia, he respectfully asked his silver-haired superior, "Sir, do you have any orders?"
Gin continued: "..."
After a dozen breaths, he spoke coldly, "First of all, change your gloomy habits."
"Secondly, the FBI is here."
"You've made too much noise," Gin said succinctly, "The Tokyo police have tried to minimize the impact, but they haven't been able to keep it down, and it's caused such a shock internationally that the FBI has sent a group of investigators to Tokyo for tactical guidance."
High IQ: Tactical guidance.
Low IQ: Emergency support.
...But what's the FBI's problem?
Ichijō Mirai thought for a moment, and then realized, "It's normal for the world's police to be called in when there's a huge international outcry, and it's only natural for them to help their son keep order in the house.
He thought briefly for a few seconds and asked his boss for his attitude, "So?"
For the first time in this call, Gin didn't get forced into silence by magic skills for a few seconds before speaking, but answered first: "The organization has two options."
"One, the organization will handle it."
"The organization is to 'mysterious' as the main tone of the transnational terrorist organization, has always played the role of the shadows, but some investigators of the FBI noticed the existence of the organization, every few years there will be people trying to investigate the organization," He elaborated, "which, most of them are no gain in futility, but individual investigators, really touched the organization's clues."
"Over the years, the organization has cleaned up some of these guys."
"The FBI reacted quickly this time, and one of the people sent in, one of the agents supervising, one of the code-named members based in New York, thought that the FBI might have suspected that a member of the organization might have been responsible for this incident, and that's why they reacted so strongly."
The reason for suspecting a possible Division member is simple: brutality, bloodshed.
...But this time it really has nothing to do with the organization.
It's a newcomer's personal play, and even the Organization is silent.
Even when Gin was telling his story, he had the uncanny, long-lost feeling that an ordinary person had been accused of murder and sentenced to death.
It's a bit outrageous.
Even if it is a member of the organization, will not be in the downtown gladly kill four square good!
He paused again and again before saying, "It's related to the Organization, so it can be handled by the Organization."
Ichijō Mirai, pretending that he didn't understand Japanese, couldn't hear the subtle change in tone, and couldn't figure out Gin's change of heart, he said, "Two, I'll handle it personally?"
Gin give affirmative reply: "two, by you personally to deal with."
"You started this," he said the first half of the sentence as a statement of fact, "and it's your responsibility to beat them so badly that they won't dare to trace the organization's existence for the next few years."
"If you choose one, within three months, the organization will be done with it."
"If you choose two..."
"'Messiah,'" Gin said, biting down on the name, word for word, "Boss likes a good guy, and he wants to talk to you."
"After the FBI pulls out."
"About your code name."
He said, somewhat uncertainly, "'That gentleman' thinks you've done a great job, admires you, and expects more from you."
"Which one do you choose?"
Ichijō Mirai had only joined the organization a month ago, and didn't have a code name yet. He thought about it, and was actually tempted to choose 'Excuse me, is the boss a little out of his mind?' and 'It's not M, is it?!' .
But he restrained himself from repeating it and expressed his doubt: "The boss appreciates me?"
But after the first call to ask, you're just like you don't care and you want me to love you to death.jpg
Gin heard that and said lightly, "It's different."
"I'm in charge of Tokyo, and I'm more interested in the ecology of Tokyo," he said, "and that gentleman..."
"Spend some more time with the organization, get to know a part of it better, and you'll understand."
"Sometimes, for those in power, even if there are indiscriminate murders in the city, the number of deaths is just a number."
He conveyed that gentleman's attitude, "You are more important than numbers."
Then he inquired, "One, or two?"
Ichijō Mirai narrowed his eyes for a moment and decided easily, "Two."
"Send me the information on this group of fbi, to thoroughly hurt them?"
He thought for a moment, "It's July, you said option one, the organization will take care of it in three months."
"Can you have them arrive in Tokyo on September 11th? I'm a bit ritualistic at times, I care more about some holidays, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and like to give gifts."
Then he asked, "Can I get a little fancy?"
Ichijō Mirai said in a very innocent tone, "The first two times, you seemed very angry."
"What's the holiday in September?" Gin responded, "Never mind."
He denied it outright, "In three days, the FBI will arrive in Tokyo."
And after much deliberation, contemplating Ichijō Mirai's brutal style of twice-exterminating, he agrees with difficulty, "Yes."
"You can get a little fancy."
...Forget it, it's just a total wipeout at best, and it's acceptable to take out all the FBI.
...Well, it's acceptable.