Ichijō Mirai, who was about to high-five: "..."
Is this a taunt, or a taunt, or a taunt?
What's the reply, 'Thank you, even though it's embarrassing to be caught by your classmates aiming at the head and hitting the leg, or aiming at A and hitting B, but as long as you hit it, you're a good shot, and the target next door is still a target'?
He slapped Furuya Rei's hand away, "When will the police arrive?"
Furuya Rei was stunned, "Three minutes,"
"The ambulance will be a little late, but the hostages weren't shot, and we were careful not to hit the vitals, so the paramedics weren't under much pressure."
"Deliberately spare the vitals.
Ichijō Mirai, who was carefully aiming his head at the armed robber: "..."
He looked deeply at his classmate who dared to mock the Great Messiah repeatedly.
Furuya Rei was a bit confused: "What's wrong?"
"There may be media coming," Ichijō Mirai gestured to his blood-colored uniform, "Furuya-san with the barbed tongue, you have been given an important task by the command: to receive the police, the paramedics,"
"as well as calling the police to tell them to stop the press from taking our pictures."
He blurted out, "They probably have accomplices, and if the press publishes our pictures, someone might attack us while we're alone, or target our friends and family."
That's not the point. The point is: [FBI Newcomer].
In [FBI Newcomer], Ichijō Mirai is an undercover agent sent by the Japanese Police to contact the FBI.
Ichijō Mirai was sent to the FBI by the Japanese Police as an undercover agent. Although the FBI guys are very annoying, each one of them can analyze the criminals from the beginning to the end with the knowledge of psychology, and they can even analyze the effect of childhood on what kind of water you drink, which is very annoying, and Ichijō Mirai is very upset because he was sent there by the Neon Police as if he was a scourge.
But if you don't get in touch with the FBI, you'll just have to get entrenched in the neon police system and become a police inspector...
Ichijō Mirai would rather hold his nose and hook up with the FBI.
Although the FBI's power is low, it's still better than the Neon Police, at least it's not a dog that plows the ground, it's a wolf that's hungry.
Ichijō Mirai waves without looking back, "I'm going back to the academy to change, bye."
Furuya Rei: "???"
What kind of police cadet organizes a robbery and then leaves before the police arrive? At least take a statement!
Not to mention, if the instructor finds out about this carelessness, he'll be criticized, like, 'The general public doesn't know the rules, but you're a police cadet, don't you know them?!' What do you mean, 'You're a police cadet, don't you know the rules?
"Instructor Onidzuka," Furuya Rei spoke urgently, then stopped urgently, "..."
He thought carefully: would Instructor Onidzuka criticize Ichijō Mirai?
...Most likely, yes.
But how?
There's a 90% chance that it'll be a 'loud, tiger-like criticism in front of all the cadets and instructors, so harsh that the other instructors won't be able to say anything else, and then they'll try to stop criticizing so harshly to shut everyone up' type of criticism.
That's fine.
In the time it took for Ichijō Mirai to hesitate and shut up, Ichijō Mirai had already reopened the door of the convenience store and walked out carelessly.
Jinpei Matsuda, who was kidnapping the robbers, looked at Ichijō Mirai's figure, who was just walking down the street in his bloody clothes without looking back, and his eyes widened, "This guy..."
"You didn't stop him."
Furuya Rei wanted to say that Jinpei-san you didn't even stop him, you heard him but didn't even voice your disagreement, but she swallowed it back and greeted him, "Wataru-san."
Now that the battlefield in front of them was under control, Wataru Date and Morofushi Hiromitsu brought out the hostages.
Morofushi Hiromitsu asked the hostages in a low voice, "Did anyone else get hurt besides the gentleman who sprained his foot?"
The hostages were not hit by bullets.
But in addition to gunshot wounds, there were sprains, bumps and bruises of all kinds.
Some of the hostages were afraid to speak up because: "This, Mr. Officer,"
The gentleman who had twisted his foot and could only walk with Morofushi Hiromitsu's support looked at Jinpei Matsuda packing the criminals with some trepidation, "The hostage who was just shot by your accomplice..."
"He's one of the criminals, isn't he?"
The hostages are of course panicked when someone who appears to be a hostage is injured.
But it was Wataru Date, the one who subdued the hostage-taker with a bit of blood splattered on his face, who was in charge of saying this.
The hostages cringed at what he said, but whether they believed him or not was a different matter.
Mr. Twisted Foot had the courage to ask because his wife and children were right behind him.
"Yes, he had a gun in his hand when he was shot, as you probably saw," Morofushi Hiromitsu explained patiently, scanning the messy convenience store and immediately realizing that someone was missing, "Mirai-san?"
Wataru Date was also looking for Ichijō Mirai, but couldn't find him, so he was stunned for a moment, and along with Morofushi Hiromitsu's query, he looked at Furuya Rei and made a query +1.
"...He just left," Furuya Rei replied with a somewhat outrageous answer, "and went back to change."
This answer was so outrageous that, after a pause, he added, "It seems that he doesn't want to see the press."
Morofushi Hiromitsu understood.
Wataru Date paused for a moment before answering in a muffled voice, "It's true what he said about my father being a qualified police officer..."
"It's true," Morofushi Hiromitsu explained a little as he handed Mr. Twisted Foot over, "We went to the file room today when we were cleaning up the computer room, and you and Kenji-san weren't there at the time,"
"Next time, you can check the files, or,"
From just a few short words, he sensed that there might be a misunderstanding, and turned his head to look over for a second, "Ask your father directly."
Asking your father directly is much quicker than sneaking into the archives again, isn't it?
Morofushi Hiromitsu pointed to the door, "There's blood on his uniform, I'll go after him."
He chased him out the door, following the same route he'd taken in his wild chase, taking three steps at a time.
After about two blocks, he saw Ichijō Mirai.
Ichijō Mirai, whose bloodstains looked even more horrific in the everyday peaceful streets, stood on the side of the road, looking down thoughtfully at a child.
It was a small child, seemingly in her late teens, wearing a thin dress, with only a single shoe on her foot, the other one missing.
She was clutching Ichijō Mirai's sleeve and crying with her mouth open.
But not bawling, but choking sobs, tears rolling out of her eyes like round pearls, almost like broken pearl necklaces on her cheeks and in the air.
She cried.
Ichijō Mirai watched her cry, a little surprised, a little head-scratching, and a little as if he were pondering some epic problem.
At the sound of footsteps, he absently glanced sideways, saw Morofushi Hiromitsu, and immediately his eyes lit up as he reached out and took the child by the shoulders, spinning her halfway around in place to face Morofushi Hiromitsu, "Look, it's a new object of torment,"
"He looks like he's got a good temper, so he won't get mad if he's tortured for hours, right?"
Ichijō Mirai encourages with a 'Go, Pikachu!' Ichijō Mirai encouraged.
"Go and torture him."