The reason for the denial is simple: "If the 'master' is 'Satan', what do you think he would have done when he landed from the airplane at the New York airport?"
"What does he do when he meets the FBI?"
"What will he do for the three hours I'm chasing him?"
I'll kill from the airport to the Bronx and color New York red.
Ichijō Mirai couldn't help but laugh, "That's too much."
He pressed his hand on his headset and condemned the slander, "Am I someone who kills NPCs for no reason?"
"I haven't killed a single NPC!"
And quickly added, "Today."
In the headset, James didn't realize that he was being bugged, and after hesitating for only a few seconds, he sucked in a breath of cold air, and his tone of voice became solemn, muttering a bit, "Yes, he really isn't 'Satan', or else we'd already be finished."
Akai Shūichi added, "He doesn't have a murderous streak against the FBI."
To kill someone, you have to have a murderous spirit, right? When you don't have one, it's usually when the gap between the two sides is so wide that one side has a crushing advantage, such as when a serial killer with a long history of bloodshed encounters someone traveling alone at night, and is likely to just shoot them without killing them.
It's similar to crushing an ant with your hand, but of course, it doesn't produce any killing intent that would make a sharp person instinctively break out in a cold sweat.
But between 'Master' and the FBI, is it a crushing...
But between 'Master' and Akai Shūichi, was it a crushing duel?
"I sensed his distaste for my identity during the pursuit operation," Akai Shūichi said without changing his color, "mildly."
Mild and mild aversion are varying degrees of disgust and dislike of the FBI among the general public.
In addition to that, the general public also has a severe fear of the FBI, and although they may resent it when they are not in contact with it, when they are in contact with it, most of them will honestly give an account of an unusual behavior they have noticed in one of their neighbors.
The 'Master' possesses only a mild aversion, not a severe fear, very different from the FBI's psychological profile of 'Satan'.
Ichijō Mirai glanced at the time, "Late 20th century."
"The FBI really loves studying criminals, at a time like this there's already a preliminary scale of criminal knowledge, even for FBI investigators who don't seem to be in very high positions," he adjusted his seating position and glanced at the ground below, "it's as disgusting as ever."
"Though the hardware can't keep up, it's basically crap."
Times Square was busy, with many buildings high and low, Ichijō Mirai was sitting on the highest floor of one building, sitting on the edge of the rooftop, one of his hands gripping the rooftop guardrail vacuously, and looking down again, looking for Akai Shūichi's cab on the distant ground, Void Vengeance.
Over the headset, James was convinced, but still a little uneasy, "So the title 'Messiah',"
He cautiously inquired, "...It won't attract 'Satan', will it?"
Since the genius criminal himself was not 'Satan', and had this subtle self-designation, they were either companions, enemies, or unknown to each other.
Colleague relationship, 'Satan' is likely to come to New York to meet his colleagues and take down the FBI New York Bureau, hostile relationship, 'Satan' is likely to play with his rivals, and in the process, take down the FBI New York Bureau.
Satan is likely to be interested in watching the relationship and taking out the FBI's New York division.
Ninety-five percent of the FBI's New York division will be taken out by hand.
Ichijō Mirai pondered, "That's not impossible."
"The Japanese Police only told me to call the FBI, they didn't say which one, or which city's FBI."
"You can call the New York branch of the FBI, and then call the FBI headquarters."
It would fulfill the little wish of the aging FBI man on the other side of the headset.
He pressed the headset to hear Akai Shūichi's reply.
Akai Shūichi seemed to be speechless and silent for a few moments before he whispered, "...Why does Jodie keep calling 'Master' even though he knows that 'Master' calls himself 'Messiah'?"
In fact, everyone is always called 'Master'.
People who don't know what they're calling themselves can be justified in calling themselves 'Master,' after all, even if it's just a term of endearment, even if it's weird and awkward and makes them feel like they're unknowingly turning into a barking puppy.
But why do Jodie, Akai Shūichi, and one or two other FBI agents who know what they are called, and who are taking statements, unanimously call each other 'Master'?
Of course, it's not a personal hobby, let alone a one-click group hobby.
Rather, it's because in all likelihood, the case will become a big deal, and in the worst case scenario, it could even become an internationally famous case, possibly attracting the attention of 'Satan'.
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
"It's not necessary," he couldn't help but say, "It's really not necessary,"
"Am I the kind of person whose code name is 'Satan', who hears that someone else's code name is 'Messiah', and immediately flashes over and shoots a little kid?"
...Yes.
After thinking about it, Ichijō Mirai cautiously added a qualifier, "At least the first class isn't."
You can't shoot a kid in the first gear, you need to go back a few times to memorize where the monsters are coming from.
Besides, "My name's not 'Satan'."
The slur 'Satan' is a police term, and the even slurrier moniker 'Marc Brandy' is an organizational one.
It's all a slur on Savior.
No one is happy to be slandered, not even the great, benevolent and selfless Savior who shines like the sun. Ichijō Mirai glanced unhappily at a nearby theater, and was cheered up a bit when he saw a woman coming out of the theater, "The first victim."
It was a woman in her late thirties, wearing a black dress with a somewhat haunting walk adjusted by a fishtail skirt.
She was holding up a long, thin stick, at the top of which was a black swan mask, leaving her pretty cheeks only vaguely visible.
Even if you can't see her face, even if you look down from a high place, you can tell that it's a beauty, not to mention the passers-by on the ground, most of them subconsciously glanced at it a few more times.
Underneath the mask, Ms. Black Swan was smiling, as if she didn't notice the unconscious focus of the eyes as she carelessly took the arm of the gentleman on her side and walked into the street laughing with him, looking like a couple on a date, or a couple out to celebrate their anniversary.
But she was a star.
A not-so-famous, but personal, and somewhat unfortunate, star with a couple of fanboys.
Unfortunately, one of those fans is a serial killer.
Ichijō Mirai smiled and tapped his headset, "Stop talking about me, your target has appeared."
"If you're too much of a loser, I'll consider calling in the New York branch of the FBI."