Constant system alerts were popping up.
[Mission completion: 120%.]
Then came the completion evaluation.
['Have you ever seen the New York sun at four in the morning?'
Perhaps before this, apart from the regional characteristics and homeless people, not many New Yorkers could answer this question, but from now on, at least one-third of New Yorkers can answer it confidently:
"I've seen it. There's no sun at 4:00 a.m."]
[The half-hour speed contest woke up half of New York with dozens of angry gunshots, a total of five shooting clashes, as many as seven people injured, and zero emergency vehicles...]
[The FBI remembered this shameful morning.]
[Congratulations: High-level Painkillers +10, Community Mystery Box +3, US Dollars +3000.]
[You gain 'Akai Shūichi's Friendship': When you are united against the enemy, your acumen +2, health limit +1, sniper shooting +3, car skills +1, adaptability +5, and critical hit rate against Rum +3.]
[You gain 'Jodie's Friendship': When you are united against an enemy, your marksmanship +2, physical flexibility +3, health bar limit +2, and critical hit rate against Belmode +5.]
But it's not complete.
Akai Shūichi's entry only has his acuity and blood bar lit up, the other gains are grayed out, and when Ichijō Mirai looks over, the system automatically prompts: [Insufficient intimacy, not unlocked yet.]
Jodie only has her marksmanship on.
Shot!
Ichijō Mirai took a serious look, two eyes, three eyes, and thought seriously: with his original marksmanship, plus the gain, rounded up, he should be considered a 100-shot sharpshooter, right?
Well, yes.
There was no need to care about the fact that 'the great Messiah is a marksman with a hundred shots', what Ichijō Mirai cared about was "friendship?"
While repeating this sentence in confusion, Ichijō Mirai was slipping away.
He was so fast that he was able to climb the low wall in two or three moves, and quickly scurried from street to street, ready to leave behind Mr. FBI, who could not afford to play and would be furious at losing the race.
Ichijō Mirai was convinced that it was definitely because he lost the race.
Ichijō Mirai was convinced that it was definitely because he lost the race, not because of 'Akai Tsutomu' or a parting gesture.
The former is Akai Shūichi's own problem, the latter is Ichijō Mirai's problem...
How could the great Messiah have a problem? It's definitely the former, only the former.
"Are you sure that Akai Shūichi really has something like 'friendship' for me?" Ichijō Mirai exclaimed, "I knew I wasn't the most brazen existence."
System: [...]
It continues to pop up with a prompt: [New York Area Reputation +20.]
[Tokyo-'Satan': Hate .
(This is the lower limit of Reputation, not your lower limit).
Note: I apologize for the oversimplified 'hate' on behalf of the people of Tokyo.]
Ichijō Mirai looked away, "..."
As for that...
He looked down, and found another entry about 'Satan'.
[Tokyo-'Satan': Worship.
(This is the upper limit of prestige, not your limit.)]
[Tokyo-'Messiah': Respect.
(People praise, rumor has it, and celebrate with anticipation the existence of a new police leader.)]
[New York-'Messiah': Cold.
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Note: Swears are automatically blocked.]
Swears.
Ichijō Mirai looks around a few more times, looking around at some of the neighborhoods that have gone dark and some that are still lit up as he climbs and leaps over a low wall, and suddenly, "Oh, I see why,"
"Wasn't it just being woken up at four in the morning," He sighed, "and swearing?"
"And what time is it? Four in the morning!"
"The bosses give you a job, and they are generous and cheerful enough to give you a paycheck, so shouldn't you be working hard with a lot of enthusiasm, and why are you still resting at four in the morning?"
Ichijō Mirai was heartbroken, "Gin's not like that."
System: [...]
Gin is touched and wants to move.
Ichijō Mirai pretends not to see the speechless bubbles popping up from the system, and continues to run away until he's at a nearly safe distance, then looks back at the place where the accident happened.
From the distance, he could only see layers and layers of urban buildings, and heard the silence, so he couldn't tell much about it.
But he could surmise that the FBI must have arrived, and that Mr. FBI, who was not seriously injured and could uncuff himself, must have left the somewhat dangerous car and entered the safe zone.
He probably had the good sense not to follow him.
Because Ichijō Mirai made a point of saying, "You're pushing me a little too hard, and I'm not comfortable with it.
In the silence of the early morning, Ichijō Mirai looked in the direction from which he had come and did not speak for about ten seconds, so the system held back, and held back, and held back, and still held back, and inquired in a probing manner: [Are you intentionally provoking me?]
Knowing that Akai Shūichi was fighting for dominance, he intentionally treated Inuo with the same attitude he had towards Inuo, when Ichijō Mirai hadn't had that attitude in the first place.
The answer to this question is self-evident: it was indeed intentional.
Knowing Ichijō Mirai well, but not touching himself, and not getting carried away, the system's judgment of Ichijō Mirai was still accurate.
Instead of asking about Ichijō Mirai's behavior and attitude towards Akai Shūichi, it asked: [Are you planning to go to Jodie?]
Is this a deliberate provocation, or are you really going to look for her?
The system felt that it was probably just a deliberate provocation...
"Ah, you say that," Ichijō Mirai replied easily, "I really intend to look for it."
"The seller's market."
He replied lightly, "Can't just negotiate with one buyer, right? And they seem to have a pretty good relationship, I'll work with one of them, and I'll work with the other afterward."
Instead of not seeing each other until we work together, we should go say hello and hang out a few times to build a relationship.
And one partner is a bit unstable.
Before the partnership, Ichijō Mirai could easily become the dominant player, but after the partnership, when he officially enters the FBI's system, it's not certain who's the dominant player.
With only one partner, Ichijō Mirai would have to sigh and go on a rampage to clean up the New York FBI.
Sending a few people to heaven, in the style of the Great and Merciful Messiah, would be a bit of a pain in the ass: having to find a second victim.
But with the FBI in every other city having heard that the New York FBI recruited a criminal and cleaned him up, there's no easy way to find the wrong guy.
It's better to start with two partners.
It's called a trade-off, it's called...
Ichijō Mirai thought for a moment, and said the more appropriate words carefully: "I'm going to step on two toes."
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It's one in the morning.
Jodie went home tiredly, numbly checking her cell phone for the numerous 'come to my office' messages with different wording but the same meaning, and confirming that all of them had been read and there were no new messages.
She breathed a sigh of relief: good.
The racing fiasco had finally died down and all the clouds had lifted.
Jodie shot away the light, leaned in the doorway and exhaled heavily, she pinched the bridge of her nose, just about to drink some water to get some emergency sleep, then she heard her cell phone suddenly ringing, and subconsciously went to see it urgently.
The moment she saw it, she breathed a sigh of relief again: okay, okay, it wasn't a 'come to the office, I'm going to yell at you' type of notification.
It was just a new message from a social media program.
[HI.]
It was a new greeting from a stranger.
The stranger's avatar is a black fox with a pair of sunglasses manually applied, and his nickname is "Not Aggressive".
...What?
Jodie was confused for a moment, then heard the beep again and saw the new message.
[Hi, beautiful lady, I heard you're in trouble. Can I help you?]
[1, you received a greeting card with a clue about the second victim.
2, Clue to the first victim of your coworker's card.
3, find my clues.]