After joining the organization and making a personal tribute to it, I was hunted down.
By a colleague.
By a silver-haired colleague codenamed Gin, who looks like a ripe pepper every time we meet.
The silver-haired raven.
He hunted me for thousands of miles.
He chased me from Tokyo to New York, from Paris to Samoa, from Greece to Canada.
I was wronged: I had declared my organization responsible for the destruction of the Tokyo Police Department. I'm not even rewarded, but I'm still being hunted down.
It's hot, but it's not rational.
Was he dissatisfied?
So I took V50, showed him... no, I chewed up the police stations, gladly helped them solve the problem of the worst class and dignity, declared that the organization was responsible, and showed the world what the organization was capable of, what the organization was capable of, what the rookie was capable of, and what I was capable of.
And it worked: he chased me even harder.
The organization is on the list of world-class terrorist organizations, and it's still not satisfied. It's unbelievable. It's unbelievable.
But I'm a forgiving person.
So I tried harder and harder to leave my mark on every place along the way, and declared that the organization was responsible for the terrorist attacks, so that no terrorist organization could take away what I had accomplished.
And to clean up those who would not dare to take it away from me.
Three months later, Division was at the top of the list of world-class terrorist organizations.
I was pleased.
The results were even better: Gin was chasing me like a madman.
Not satisfied? Gee, that's picky.
He made so much noise chasing me that he attracted many of his enemies.
The most prominent are a long-haired guy from the FBI and a blonde public security officer who seldom shows his face but always gives me a hard time.
As expected of the FBI and the police, can they both die?
All three contestants are very good, with different tracks, and have worked very hard to get a turn from their mentors.
Gin is the straightforward type. When he hunted me, he mobilized members of his organization from all over the world to know my movements in real time, thinking that wherever the members of his organization and the police are dead, I'll be there.
I don't know how to delay a cleanup, do I?
The FBI guy with the long hair has a special track. It's precognitive.
He's on.
He's not just real-time, he's predictive. He can tell which garden I'm going to eat at next, and he's waiting for me at the garden gate.
Honestly, it's affecting the balance of the game.
I want to report it.
The public security guy is the most annoying, always secretly observing, and every once in a while, he stretched out his claws to scratch, although it can't kill me, but it's very annoying.
Do you really think you're a black cat shrinking in a black trash can because you're darker?
Cats are cute!
If you're going to kill me, grow your hair long! Don't you know you're the only one with short hair out of the three? You don't fit in!
They're all annoyed, and even more annoyed that they don't discriminate between long hair and short hair, they've started to join forces.
Yes, a transnational criminal, an FBI, and a public security officer have joined forces in a public joint effort to eliminate me.
And even if they did, they thought I was hiding in a ballet company.
Laugh it up. Wake up! Who are they?
One of them is an international criminal, and thanks to me, has gained international notoriety as the number one hit man for the world's number one terrorist organization.
One is an FBI asshole who can legally kick down any door by yelling "open the door."
One is a notorious public security asshole who can make even a congressman sweat and scream, "Don't torture me!" with a sneer on his face.
And they're swarming into the ballet with such eagerness.
Don't think you can dance the Swan with long hair and blonde hair. Are you waiting for me? To see the swan, eh? Pah, a bunch of scoundrels.
I can only leave the ballet company, sadly empty clip smoke, spit a circle of white gas pretend smoke ring, in the snow in the sky lonely departure, deep left the tutor said, "I will not turn around for you."
Except for the dog-eat-dog fight.
Probably because they knew exactly what they and the others were trying to do by rushing into the ballet, they got angry and fought.
It's like thunder and lightning, and it's like a hundred pounds of fish, and it's like an angler, and I can't stand it?
I can't, I really can't.
The instructor has turned around!
I'm the first one on the scene, watching in real time, applauding and applauding, cheering on everyone who has the advantage for the moment.
They thought I was mocking them, so they joined forces to beat me up again.
Oh, I stand corrected. It's not 'again', it's always.
How can someone fake a fight and try to seduce someone?
Can't you be nice to the innocent people watching?
I had no choice but to fight back.
We fought from Tokyo to New York, from Paris to Samoa, from Samoa to Bourne Mountain, from soft-haired terriers to rough-haired collies, from Finnish Lapps to cow cats.
It was dark, it was dark, it was dark.
Eventually, I calmed down.
I didn't want to calm down, I was in a cage, and there's a penalty for awesome shootouts on cliffs, and that penalty is free-falling for a few seconds with your arch-enemy, and panicking, "I'm not going to die with this thing, am I?! And then into the cage to calm down.
There's a little cave at the bottom of the cliff. It's very cagey.
It's just kind of a netherworldly place to have a cave, but I'm impressed.
I was treating my wounds in the cave, and Akai Shūichi was hanging outside watching me treat my wounds.
He had a face that looked like he was furious.
I realized that he didn't like looking at me, and I didn't like him looking at me.
So I suggested, "Unhook your right wrist guard from the vines and try to push your legs, then the vines will break and you can fall down, bye bye".
He is a small minded man, staring at me with cold eyes, treating my words as barks and not listening to my advice.
I'm sorry.
I asked Akai Shūichi, why do you have to bite me? Go bite Gin!
We are just passing through two worlds, you are the FBI who is a ferocious wolf and I am an ordinary passerby who gets flowers when I walk down the street, so why do you have to chase me?
Akai Shūichi still had cold eyes, as if he was angry, and after clenching his teeth for half a day, he managed to squeeze out the words, "A passerby who emptied my house?"
Me: "Huh?"
"The first time we really met was three years ago, underneath my apartment," here Akai Shūichi paused and clenched his teeth again, "You waved at me, said you were a mover my neighbor had hired, and gave me your business card, saying that young singles nowadays have empty, unkempt homes, and that I could call you if I ever needed to move or buy furniture..."
"...I opened my door and found my house empty."
It was so empty, the wind blew with a silent desolation.
"There was not a single piece of furniture, only eight doors and a fireplace."
I took them all.
The doors were hard to take down, and the fireplace was impossible to move, so I didn't take it with me.
But I put a bomb in it.
But he didn't say.
That means I didn't.
And: "But didn't I give it back to you?"
I'm a bit confused, "You're too vindictive."
Akai Shūichi: "..."
He was probably furious again, but still staring at me coldly, he just said the keyword, "Three hundred thousand dollars."
"I gave you three hundred thousand dollars before you returned the furniture."
"In a year."
I nodded, "Just say you didn't."
Him: "..."
"You tracked me first," I state, "What are you tracking me for?"
Him: "You took out a couple of police squads."
I'm all ears. "So?"
Him: "I'm FBI."
I'm still listening, "So?"
"...Why are you being tracked, don't you know very well," His eyes were very cold, probably realizing that he was forcing a sophomoric argument with absolutely no correlation from sentence to sentence, so he quickly gritted his teeth and proceeded to the next irrational questioning, "The passerby who sent flowers to my sister?"
Me: "Huh?"
"The first month I chased you," he said coldly, "you found my sister, three days in advance, a threatening letter every day, and then met with her and sent her flowers."
I remembered and nodded my head in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, when I sent the bomb threat, I thought she was a man."
No, he didn't mention the bomb, so I didn't send it.
"She's got nice teeth."
I patiently explained in a good-natured manner: "Flowers are given because of the thorned roses, she's very prickly, like, like you know, okay, I knew it, you're a man who doesn't know what's good for him."
"So?"
Akai Shūichi really doesn't get it at all, he fell silent again, staring at me coldly with his eyes, falling into a silence that he knows he's being unreasonable, but still wants to be unreasonable.
Alas, man.
He said coldly, "You stole a gun from me."
Me: "Huh?"
"That doesn't make sense," I said sincerely, "You said it, we said hello to you downstairs at your house, you saw my face, so how is it possible for me to steal a gun?"
"You should have held me down the first moment you saw me, it's not right, it's not right, do you have a clue?"
I wondered, "Do you still drink?"
and nodded his forehead over his shoulder in a perfunctory gesture of prayer, "Smoking and drinking and slandering me, go to hell, you evil man."
Akai Shūichi: "..."
He started glaring at me again, really gritting his teeth, before he managed to squeeze out, "Three months ago, you roamed into the mess."
"You interviewed me, disguised as a war correspondent, wearing a vest with Press on it, disheveled hair, black ash on your face, and layers of bandages."
"We've met the enemy."
"I was protecting you, and you... took my gun and went straight."
His eyes were cold, mine were sincere.
"I couldn't, I really couldn't."
I was really sincere, "I ran out of bullets in my gun, and there were so many of them, I couldn't possibly be stupid enough to go up and fight a group of them alone, could I? I had to get my gun from you. You chased me until you were alone."
It's karma.
Besides, "I can't protect myself if I go without a gun. I'll be in danger. Aren't you FBI? You have to protect the people."
"I took your gun, but you protected me."
"That's a good deal. We both win."
Akai Shūichi: "..."
He didn't say anything, and his eyes reminded me of the month he spent chasing me around the North Pole, which was freezing cold and breathtaking.
I knew that he must have been deeply pained by his irrationality, so I reassured, "It's okay, don't blame yourself, you're welcome."
"Helping you with the gun was something I should have done, I'm just a nice guy who habitually does good things as he goes along."
I thought for a moment and added, "I've enthusiastically helped more than one person who was alone."
Like a poor, war-torn blonde with brown skin.
Like the poor guy with long silver hair and bullet wounds.
I'm such a good person for helping people in a war-torn area that I'm deeply moved by myself.
Perhaps the heavens were touched, too, and rain began to fall from the sky like long, thin needles, striking various objects with a clear, dull thud.
I was the first to notice the rain on Akai Shūichi's face.
The cold rain was slapping his face.
We were silent.
I tried to signal my friendliness by giving him a cheerful smile.
In the spreading silence, he suddenly bites Lü Dongbin, the wolf of Mr. Dongguo, receiving the friendly signals, but still not in a good tone of voice, threw out a sentence, "You are much more eloquent than five years ago."
"Not at all," I said modestly, "One small step forward every day, one giant leap for mankind."
Then, after a moment's thought, I got to the point. "Five years ago?"
"To be honest, honey, I've always thought you were a little crazy, not only have you been irrational, but you've also shown your flaws time and time again. You clearly said that the first time we met was three years ago when I moved for you, why are you saying five years ago now?"
"Five years ago," Akai Shūichi sidestepped the light rain and bit out, "you pretended to be a six year old girl and had a boyfriend online."
"..."
He paused subtly for a few seconds, and with more clarity, called me, "Ada."
Me: "..."
Him: "..."
The silence spread again.
I said slowly, slowly, "Dude, you're a little bit of a pervert, aren't you?"
He wrinkled his eyebrows, looking a little puzzled, "You're the one who's perverted."
"No," I shook my head, "isn't it sick that you've been memorizing a six year old girl for five years?"
"And a six year old girl you haven't even met!"
Him: "..."
Probably speechless, it took half a second for Akai Shūichi to say something even more perverted, "I read all your chat logs,"
"You've been deliberately luring guys to meet you and then..."
It's so sick, I can't listen to it anymore. I stop right there. "Wait, can you use normal language? Why do you make it sound like I'm in love with their loins?"
"Their loins are normal!"
Akai Shūichi sneered, "It's just that almost all of them are dead, there's one guy who isn't dead, he's broken."
That was a guy who liked short-haired girls, and I was very upset when I saw a lot of pictures of him after we went home happily hand in hand.
So he broke it off.
I nodded deeply and sighed, "I'm so righteous."
Akai Shūichi: "..."
He was so deep in my justice that he fell silent, and after half a second, he suddenly scolded me, "You're a crazy person."
"What Ms. Suzuki said about you..."
I gave a friendly smile: "What did you say?"
My girlfriend always complimented me on how handsome I look when I smile, and I thought so, and presumed that Akai Shūichi probably got weak in the knees from being so handsome, otherwise he wouldn't have suddenly leaned back a bit and tensed up almost his entire body in mid-air, like an arrow ready to fire, ready to respond to my sudden attack.
"What did you say?" I repeated politely, still smiling, "I didn't hear you."
And sincerely admitted my mistake, "I'm sorry, sending your sister flowers seems kind of sick, not as sick as you, but I concede the point and grudgingly admit that I'm more sick."
"Not so perverted Mr. FBI, you're not going to send my girlfriend flowers, are you?"
Akai Shūichi was silent.
The cold rain was still slapping at his face, and the rain looked like one harmless little prank after another.
I stared at the rain and began to think about how to kill him.
He had the nerve to ask me, "What are you laughing at?"
"So you know what it's like to have your soft spot approached."
"No, I should correct myself," Akai Shūichi said, "you know what it's like to be a victim."
"You know exactly the difference between a police pest and a police officer who hasn't killed anyone who wasn't a criminal in almost ten years of wandering, it was in the demise of the Tokyo Police Department that the mindless killings began,"
He asked me: "You encountered a second stimulus, a turnaround in philosophy, as you began to take steps in the right direction, the first was the impact of the sense of order-breaking brought about by the police vermin, what was the second?"
The theory was very professional, you could hear that he was very perverted, very fond of the cute little Ada, and at least three or four nights a year he would wake up in the middle of the night, and the first thought in his head would be to think about the underlying logic of all my criminal behavior.
This is a very professional FBI, reminds me of the FBI that arrested me, once had such a stern face as if he hated me, but said he would try to apply for a chance for me to get out of the prison, but in the end just turned his head out of the prison and was accidentally run over and killed.
I haven't seen such a pure FBI flavor in a long time.
Cute.
So cute.
I couldn't help but laugh, but I thought it was a little provocative because he was cute, and it didn't fit my usual friendly attitude, so I covered it up and laughed silently.
He: "..."
"..."
"...What are you laughing at?"
I look up, all serious: "Huh?"
"You're laughing," he said with a cold face, as if he was competing with the cold rainwater that he was shooting randomly, "what are you laughing at?"
No way, sir, you're in charge of the sky and the earth, and you're also in charge of other people's laughter?
I thought about it, "It's definitely not because your current appearance is very funny, I should be laughing for your colleagues."
"You've got your locator in your wristband again."
"Let me guess, the locator is bugged? Your coworkers heard it, they must be laughing, so what's wrong with me laughing."
"You can't judge a book by its cover, you look like a serious guy, but you actually have a fetish for public play, so it's only natural for me to laugh."
His face changed.
Not to mention, it got even funnier.
So I gave him a small smile to show my friendship again.