Ichijō Mirai hung up.
As he puts down the phone he feels a little itch on his chin, so he skillfully wipes his hand casually, wiping away all the blood from his ear, and pushes the sniper rifle on the floor, sighing, "I'm starting to get a little sick of sniper rifles already."
The words did not come out, the hallway was quiet.
A few seconds later, the system tentatively popped up: [Your eardrum has ruptured.]
It paused for a moment, unable to resist inquiring: [You actually...]
[You're actually saying to the organization, "Satisfy me."]
"It's okay," Ichijō Mirai casually moved his painless, but somewhat raw shoulder, "It was bound to happen."
"I'm too capable."
"You don't really think Gin has a good temper, do you? He'll put up with it again and again just because I'm capable, and Rum will run away in a mess just because I'm capable."
"They're not lowly in the organization, and they've been made to look like this, how do you think the chief will feel about me?"
It must be very disturbing.
"If I'm a bit of a prick, I'll make the chief happy."
Ichijō Mirai was a bit thoughtful, "But Gin didn't argue with me when I said 'I'm crazy'."
It's like he's been cursing in secret for a long time, and he's already decided.
Excessive!
System: [...]
It was a little moved.
Touched by Ichijō Mirai actually took the initiative to explain these, knowing that he never explains to those who do not care, and even if he does, it is some seemingly serious but actually bad amusement nonsense.
Ichijō Mirai waited and waited, and when the system didn't speak again, he typed out a question mark, "?"
"Aren't you upset that I'm negotiating with the organization in a proper display of rebellion, and that the bargaining chip is the FBI?"
It's still the FBI's life.
His attitude is quite clear: if the organization doesn't satisfy him, then he'll keep killing the FBI, one after the other, until he's satisfied.
Black personnel and the black organization to discuss the salary package, but to take the FBI, the black organization also try to protect the FBI...
It's an absurdity the FBI would be moved to tears to hear.
[...May I ask a question?]
Has the relationship reached the point where we can ask questions and find out what's going on?
The system was a bit flattered, but it didn't really have much of a question, and it rightly said: [Don't you hate the FBI?]
To make an example of the FBI, it's only natural to pick a chicken that you hate to kill.
"It's not really a big hate," Ichijō Mirai explains, "and it's not against the FBI either, I'm an indiscriminate nuke."
Whether it's Division, a fellow Division member, or the FBI, he attacks indiscriminately.
When they're all dead, he's not targeting the FBI, he's targeting everyone.
"It's just that I'm confident in myself."
Ichijō Mirai said lightly, "As long as I go down the path of breaking the law, I'm bound to become a transnational criminal, attracting the pursuit of various countries, including the FBI."
Known: The game is not just a game, but the past.
It is also known that in the real past, 'Ichijō Mirai' joined the organization.
So: how did 'Ichijō Mirai' work for the organization?
"'I' must have told you," Ichijō Mirai said in a gentle tone, "that I'm not exactly an intellectual criminal, and that many of my offenses are rather simple and brutal, and that I don't carefully place my pieces with much deliberation."
"It was in prison that I became a full-fledged intellectual criminal."
Because the body is in a difficult position, only the mind can be used.
"Those were the best days of my life as a criminal."
His tone was casual and gentle, but the system was even more touched and couldn't help but agree: [Well, you told me that.]
[It was only in our third year together that you revealed this to me.]
But now, after only a few months of knowing each other, Ichijō Mirai has come forward!
What does that mean? It means he's starting to accept it!
There was the distant sound of a police car downstairs, and Ichijō Mirai glanced sideways at the wall of the hallway, curled his legs, and smiled smoothly, "It seems that I do trust you."
"Then you should know me well enough to know what kind of person I am by nature," he said slowly, "I can confirm two things about the organization."
"One, I must not really be loyal to the organization."
"Two, Gin is a member of the organization that is somewhat special to me, otherwise, he wouldn't have been the first NPC I met when I entered the game."
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The system gives 100% approval: [Hmmm!]
"Oh yeah," Ichijō Mirai adds, "and there's a third point."
"I must really hate Rum."
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System: [Hmmm!!!!]
"I pondered, in the past, how did 'I' serve the organization?" Ichijō Mirai suggests two directions, "Was it the force of display, or the intellect of immobility?"
It's really a reference to the period of freedom, and the period of imprisonment.
And different directions mean different responses to the FBI who are attracted to you.
"'I' may be able to clear out the FBI without thinking," He said, "or I may be able to dissuade them without a second thought."
The former means that 'Ichijō Mirai' is a comfortable state of freedom, doing as he pleases without worrying too much.
The latter means that 'Ichijō Mirai' is in a state similar to a prison.
The system didn't say anything.
But the absence of words is already a sign of tendency.
Ichijō Mirai smiled, "The latter is not a big deal, it's just not free, I'm used to it, I just don't want it to be too restricted."
"I hope 'I' won't have to deal with not a single FBI, just slipping them all over Tokyo, like teaching the police to solve crimes, little by little teaching them to fear, letting them know to back off."
The system still didn't say anything, and the dialog box that popped up was blank.
Once again, no sound is better than sound.
Really...
What kind of weaknesses have been pinched, so that they can be detained to a degree that is more patient and gentle than in prison?
Ichijō Mirai's patience, even with the FBI, is so extreme that it's comparable to a normal person's struggle to maintain his last breath without food or water.
Ichijō Mirai was still smiling, "Just thinking about the possibility of that makes me unhappy."
"We'll just have to make an example of them for a while."
"And the monkeys,"
"I don't like strong monkeys, no matter how the past, when facing me now, always have to be good and pleasing, to be more loveable."
He moved his fingers carelessly, and said lightly: "See how the dear boss pleases me."
"If I don't show that I'm being honored, I'll keep on killing."
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On July 9th, the third group of FBI agents arrived.
They came by airplane.
As the plane landed and was about to taxi down the runway, a bomb exploded and the plane exploded into a bright firework visible even in daylight.
Ichijō Mirai received a gift from the fireworks: a summon from the boss.