Gin: "…"
Vodka: "…"
Audience: "..."
It was the audience who first reacted to Ichijō Mirai's careless, flirtatious, teasing words, and realized that this wasn't really a robbery, and that the sound of the gunfight wasn't really a gunfight.
It was just a drill.
So they were all relieved and calmly expressed their feelings and comments, "This is the what, what red team? Not bad. How did you get into the police car?"
"What just happened, so chaotic, is the bomb exploded?"
"He sounds young and lively. He's still a kid. But he can't get away in a police car, can he?"
"I'm sure he can't get away, but he's alone. It's that one, the one that draws the fire!"
"Aren't there five or six robbers? The other robbers will take advantage of the opportunity to leave!"
"He's a student. He's only in his twenties, isn't he? He's younger than my grandson. No wonder he sounds so lively. He's really a kid."
Gin scanned over and commented: besides being a bit blind, he's quite perceptive.
He can guess that 'Ichijō Mirai is jumping out to draw fire, while the other robbers take advantage of the opportunity to escape', quite perceptive, but he's too blind, too deaf, and actually has a crush on Ichijō Mirai, as if he's an old man watching his grandchildren happily playing a game.
Is Ichijō Mirai playing a game?
...Really is.
"He has no intention of showing his face," Vodka spoke up, "He didn't show his face when I was poking around earlier either, he had his back to the camera when he made the request on the air and didn't show his face,"
"I heard that the other robbers are also wearing gas masks to hide their faces, none of them showed their faces."
"Could Alsace,"
He gruffly, not quite willing to believe it, a little fearful, incredulous, but because it was Ichijō Mirai, he felt like there was a possibility, reluctantly guessing, "Could he be trying to-"
"...Go back to the organization?"
"Returning to the organization with a bunch of newly recruited Inuo after having enough fun with the police?
It's a bit crazy, but if it's Ichijō Mirai, it's not impossible.
As he listened to the chaos, Vodka kept silently praying, "Don't really kill it, don't really kill it, please, really don't really kill it.
Don't jump back into darkness with great fanfare and push Tokyo to the throne of 'the city with the most chaotic Japanese security' by your own strength. Don't let other forces speculate the existence of the organization based on the assumption that 'Satan must have an organization to clean up his traces' when the organization has not revealed any flaws, and then carefully list the organization in the world's top 100 terrorist organizations because of 'Satan'.
And he feels like he's praying for a sign from the gods, which is a bit delusional.
"No," Gin denied, "he didn't use a real gun."
There's a difference between a real bullet and a fake one. It sounds different when it hits the body, and you can hear it if you listen.
You can also hear that there are not many people present.
If those gunshots were real, the number of people present would have been halved.
He didn't bother to explain, he bit his cigarette again and looked at the TV screen again.
The screen began to move around erratically again, partly because of the car, partly because of the cameraman.
In the speeding car, the cameraman was swaying in the backseat, crashing from the left door to the right door, and rolling from the right door to the left door, like a hamster in a hamster ball, barely able to use his arms to protect the precious and fragile camera, and even the exclamation of surprise was pressed into his throat during the tossing and turning, and could not produce an annoying sound.
In contrast, Ichijō Mirai, the driver, is much more relaxed, and even has the time to figure out how to make the police car flash, finding the alarm bells and tapping them on the roof of the car, and driving down street after street with his lights blinking like the police on an emergency call.
People on the street either exclaimed in surprise or were dumbfounded.
"Sir, can you stop playing hamster ball?" Ichijō Mirai spoke casually, "I'm driving and I can't look at you, so please don't draw my attention to yourself."
The tone of voice is very relaxed and casual, sounds like a casual complaint in a game with friends 'can you live longer, don't die so fast', more like intimate complaints and jokes than anger.
But even if the audience just blind and deaf, are silent for a few seconds, did not speak at the first time, after a few moments of some euphemistic for the photographer to fight: the photographer is not intentional, right, obviously is driving the people too much...
Because the camera has been shaking, want to shake the car sick people directly dizzy, not car sick people also shake dizzy tendency, the TV station cut into a large and small picture, like video communication, the scene of the picture is shrunk in the lower right corner, the big picture is the studio, the two newscasters serious face, for everyone to introduce the scene of the changes that have just occurred.
Gin shifted his eyes downward a few points to the audience who finally realized that he had just been talking nonsense, snorted coldly, and raised his eyes again.
On the screen, Ichijō Mirai, unsure of what he was observing, peeked out the window of his car and looked backward as he exclaimed, "Wow, that's a hell of a chase."
The cameraman exclaims, "Car!!!"
As he peeks out the window to look back, the car increases in speed rather than decreases, and has the beauty of a crash on the spot.
The car crashed into a building at the end of the road, and just when it was about to run off the road and hit it, it suddenly turned around and drifted around the corner. Ichijō Mirai sat back in his seat and lazily said to comfort him, "Mhmm, I'm watching the road."
"It's been ten minutes... that's enough time,"
He snapped his fingers, "Bye, Mr. Hamster."
The car slowed down, slower and slower, but still relatively fast compared to normal speeds, and just as it was about to drop to normal speeds, Ichijō Mirai rolled out the window and jumped out.
The cameraman, still clutching his camera from side to side, was just in time to witness Ichijō Mirai jumping out of the car through the window, and was dumbfounded, almost out of his mind, "Wait, uhh!"
He hit the window head on, and struggled to sit up, looking at the empty driver's seat in horror, "Car?!"
The car slowed down, dipped onto the sidewalk, sputtered and stopped before hitting a building, and the cameraman in the car struggled a few times and rushed to check the camera just in time to catch Ichijō Mirai again.
He drove a private car, flickered in and out of the shot, was followed by the camera, and stuck one hand out of the window, waving it carelessly in a farewell gesture, "See you later."
Photographer: "..."
The two newscasters in the studio: "..."
Audience: "..."
Vodka looked distantly at the small square of the scene in the lower right corner of the TV, and couldn't help but look solemn, "I can't believe he survived."
The photographer had survived! Without a broken leg or arm! He didn't get loaned money!
He didn't vomit blood!
Gin didn't change his face, his expression didn't change, "The police will follow."
The police chase a little slow, bite Ichijō Mirai's force is not tight, but like an octopus with many tentacles, not only can chase the target from the rear, biting the target, but also can take a detour ahead of time to block and intercept the target.
With Koban, they did manage to stop Ichijō Mirai from time to time.
But after only about 20 minutes, Ichijō Mirai switched cars again, and frequently, almost as if he was borrowing a car at random just a few minutes after driving one, and the police were often able to lock onto the target and find it parked on the side of the street for who knows how long.
After a dozen more attempts, they lost track of Ichijō Mirai.
The newscaster announced the unfortunate news on television, grimacing and speaking at a slightly faster pace because she was announcing the unfortunate news: "Because the target was not carrying any cash or bullion, and was moving with ease and freedom of movement, on the thirteenth occasion, after the police had located the missing vehicle, they lost track of him completely, and estimated that he had been gone for about half an hour."
"He was last seen by police in Edogawa District."
"We ask Tokyo residents to keep an eye out for young men with 'black hair and red eyes' and report any more suspicious behavior to the police for their own safety."
After broadcasting this message, the host paused, looked sideways, and the camera turned with her eyes and settled on another host.
Another host also board face, report the second bad news, "in the robbers disguised as hostages to launch an attack, then seized the car and left, the rest of the robbers took the opportunity to carry banknotes and gold nuggets to escape, the police have lost, is urgently looking for traces of them."
"Please be on the lookout for young men with 'blonde hair and brown skin' or 'black curly hair' or fierce-looking mafia men suspected to be in their thirties."
"If you notice any other young men in their twenties in their neighborhood, or if they act suspiciously, please contact the police at the first opportunity while ensuring your safety."
Of the six cadets, Furuya Rei and Matsuda Jinpei were the most distinctive, Date Wataru was fairly distinctive, Ichijō Mirai's red eyes were obvious, and Kenji Hagiwara and Morofushi Hiromitsu were the only ones not so distinctive.
After a brief report, the host paused and added, "If you see a member of the public carrying a large number of sacks, suitcases, or other items, please contact the police, stating the number of people, their characteristics, and their location, and if you verify that they are criminals, the police will pay out a minimum bonus of 50,000 yen, and if they are slowed down, trapped, or caught, the police will pay out an even higher amount."
"However," She added with a solemn face, very serious, "the robbers are armed with guns and ammunition, so I hope that all residents will prioritize the protection of themselves in the first instance, and that you will not attempt to fight or capture the robbers unless you are forced to do so."
The sound on the TV continued, but Gin didn't want to hear it anymore, he closed the window a few minutes, "Go."
"Slow down."
Vodka drove immediately, and the car moved slowly.
Gin was watching the people on the street.
In contrast to Neon's abysmally low surveillance rate, Neon's TV and cell phone rates were high, and many of the adult pedestrians had cell phones.
Some of them are walking briskly, some are looking at their cell phones, and some of them are idly lingering in front of a TV or a big screen somewhere, following today's bank robbery.
They are either interested or not so interested, glancing casually or frowning with boredom.
The proportion of the latter was very small, only about 2%, while the proportion of the former was large, nearly 70%, and the middle was about 30%.
After observing for a moment, Gin retracted his eyes and calmly said, "He won't be back anytime soon."
Vodka understood with relief that Ichijō Mirai would not be returning to the organization anytime soon.
It would have been easy for him to go back to the Organization, to have just refused at first, or to go overboard now, to feed the anger and disgust of the people of Tokyo and then, at the top, to laugh and ignite it into fear, as he was so good at doing.
But he didn't.
He was restrained.
The police might disagree, but in Gin's opinion, Ichijō Mirai had really reigned it in, reigned it in so far that there hadn't been a double-digit loss of life.
Whether it's a complete zero loss of life or not, Gin doesn't know until he investigates, but he's certain that no more than ten people have died.
What does that mean? It means that today's Ichijō Mirai is the Ichijō Mirai of restraint!
If he's so restrained, he probably wants to stay at the academy.
His whereabouts were a matter of great concern to the organization, and Gin was the first to breathe a sigh of relief when he confirmed that he had no intention of returning to the organization and contributing a billion points to its betterment.
Then he was a bit upset: this was something that the police should be worried about.
But now it's not the police but the Organization that's worried about Ichijō Mirai going on a killing spree, returning to the darkness, and stopping his disguise.
...The police are a bunch of losers.
"They're not dying yet," Gin said as he lit another cigarette, "He's not going to stop,"
"It's just a matter of getting away with it."
He chewed on the end of his cigarette and pressed his brow down, "That,"
A few epithets swirled, and finally, Gin bit out a milder one, "The guy who looks like a wolf cub,"
"Never gets enough fun without seeing blood in his throat."
Vodka briefly recalls 'Satan's' reputation for ferocity, and immediately nods in agreement, with some trepidation, "And he will?"
Gin pondered for a moment, then said lightly, "Since it's legal to rob a bank in public, live to trample the police's face on the ground,"
"Then he'll find a way to do it again as soon as possible."
Based on Gin's understanding of Ichijō Mirai, "He is a madman who takes revenge on the spot and does whatever he wants. He doesn't care what the police think of him. He just wants to have a good time, more good time, and more good time."
At 00:00 that night, the police announced two messages.
Message one: the red team won the maneuver.
News two: the team reversed, the red and blue teams swapped offense and defense.
Next, the blue team will attack the bank and the red team will defend it.