Ichijō Mirai thoughtfully transmits, "Mr. Police Officer questioned us about where we got so much sugar, do you have anything to explain, Mr. Matsuda?"
Matsuda Jinpei, who had shopped at many convenience stores, bought a lot of sugar in batches, and used his increasingly proficient homemade bomb skills to divide it into proportions, with his categorization skills already at full level: "..."
After a pause while he ate his zero-sugar lunch, he pressed his headset and said quietly, "Lately, it's best if you don't mention ingredients for homemade bombs such as 'sugar' in my ear."
"Or I'll be tempted to punch you in the face."
Then he asked, "So, how many bombs are we using now? We're not running out, are we? I didn't actually make the bomb, but I've been organizing it in different boxes and recipes for two days!"
"Only half of it," Ichijō Mirai replied easily, and with some thought, "but they didn't touch the bombs when they exited."
"Every time I change it, I find the previous bomb formula."
"Complete."
Huh?
Matsuda Jinpei pondered for a few seconds, "So..."
Reverse, repeated use?
Before he could say it, he reacted and changed his mind, "No."
"You've gone too far this time, and after the exercise, the police will surely be checking to see if there were that many bombs, and where we got the machine guns, the smoke bombs, and how we made the poisonous gas."
Ichijō Mirai swallowed 'idiot' regretfully, "Well, you responded."
The bombs were homemade from common supplies they had purchased themselves, along with some Molotov cocktails, but they were only filled according to the recipe and proportions, and could not really be detonated or ignited without actually completing the final step.
The machine gun, on the other hand, belonged to the police.
The police provide pigment bullet gun is not a machine gun, this is a sniper rifle and sniper rifles have the same great lethality of the weapon, but the sniper rifle is a shot shot, even if there is a sniper expert in the red camp, can kill the blue camp police officers are very few, at most, at most, only to kill a double-digit number of the blue side of the personnel.
The machine gun is different, can easily kill two digits of police officers, if the timing is right, can even kill hundreds of people.
The bank was a building, a battlefield that was partly wide, partly narrow compared to the open space, and partly like a complicated alley.
In this kind of place, the machine gun can bring out incredible magic, two people, a machine gun, can easily break half of the blue camp.
Because of the hostages in the bank, the police can't use bombs or anything else, they can only send people up there to get killed and fill in the way with corpses.
This kind of thing, of course, the police can not provide to the red camp, although they are relatively brainless, but only a little short of the balance, has not owed a huge sum of money, the brain will still occasionally move a little.
The machine gun was borrowed from Ichijō Mirai.
Ichijō Mirai borrowed it from the police arsenal, along with some smoke grenades and the like. He didn't actually take it, but he used his cell phone to videotape himself sneaking into the arsenal and getting a weapon, and left a note indicating what he had taken as if he were ordering it.
"There aren't a lot of machine guns," Ichijō Mirai said, "so all it takes is a little searching to find the stolen arsenal and find the note,"
"They've probably already found it."
Because the disgruntled police officer only asked about Molotov cocktails, but not about machine guns and smoke grenades.
...Or maybe the bomb array was just too shocking.
After some thought, Ichijō Mirai added, "But they can be utilized over and over again."
With so many commandos and so many dead, if you're short on manpower, you can slip a few dead people into a group of the living, and as long as you don't put too many of them in at once, you won't be noticed.
There are people who die without showing their faces on surveillance, and Ichijō Mirai doesn't recognize them.
"The raiders are pausing," Morofushi Hiromitsu said, "the top officer in the blue camp has been on the phone, and I've seen a dozen or so more police cars, including non-Tokyo ones, that appear to be support."
'Backup' means: "They want more money."
Ichijō Mirai realized, "They're getting ready to pay the head money."
"Probably in the afternoon, when the lunch hour is over, the hostage trade continues, and they still can't attack and have to negotiate." Morofushi Hiromitsu said, "They'll probably send the appropriate amount of cash into the bank,"
After a pause, he added, "That's at least half an hour away, so you can rest for a while,"
There were some footsteps and fragmentary crashes on the other side of the headset, and under the watchful eyes of several police snipers, Morofushi Hiromitsu calmly switched positions with Furuya Rei, and openly reached out to point out the positions of the snipers that had been spotted so far.
The level of calmness and openness is as if they were playing hide-and-seek instead of a sniping confrontation.
Police snipers: "..."
Furuya Rei: "..."
He realized that Morofushi Hiromitsu had learned how to raise someone's blood pressure with a little bit of Ichijō Mirai.
But luckily, it was the enemy's blood pressure.
Morofushi Hiromitsu descended from the roof, and went down the hall and around the back door, making sure that after the sixth batch of police officers didn't hold back on questioning, the blue camp seemed to be a little shaken up, and that there wouldn't be a need to replace the traps anytime soon because there wasn't a seventh batch of commandos coming in before he headed for the second-floor surveillance room.
There were a lot of people in the surveillance room.
But most of them were 'dead', and the only one who was a living person was Ichijō Mirai, who was spinning his chair, turning left twice, then right three times, as if he were an ordinary passerby playing with his cell phone while waiting at a stoplight.
The 'dead people' are sitting on the ground in rows, glaring at Ichijō Mirai...
Morofushi Hiromitsu exits the surveillance room, enters it again, and confirms that the 'dead' are giving Ichijō Mirai the sunflower's gaze.
He exits again, goes back in, and confirms again: okay, the 'angry glances' are there, and they're at him.
"The sandwiches you asked for," He said as he entered the surveillance room for the fourth time, leaving the door open to let in some air, considering the crowd, "how did these gentlemen..."
How come these gentlemen didn't go out with the first group of 'dead men' who died when the robbers took over the bank?
"Thank you," Ichijō Mirai took it casually, glancing at the rows of bank staff, "they were quiet, so I forgot."
The presence was too weak, and the power was even weaker, like a couple of pets whose purpose was to be cute, or free-range, not as important as the screen in the remote corner of the security camera that had been so inactive he hadn't cared, hadn't paid any attention to it.
Not even his cell phone.
Ichijō Mirai swiveled his chair around again, took a bite out of his sandwich, and looked down at his cell phone in a good mood.
It was the Organization's phone.
There was a message on the phone: [What are you doing?]
It was from Gin.
The message was simple, just a question, not a single unnecessary word, no unnecessary emotions, light.
From this message, Ichijō Mirai can see a bit of the sender's calmness and composure, and can deduce a bit of the context of this text message: an ordinary day, Gin was working an ordinary job, saw an ordinary news story, and greeted his ordinary coworkers from across the room, and was amazed by an ordinary legal robbery.
So, he replied normally: [:)]