Not everyone in the blue team is a robber.
It wasn't a bank robbery, it was a revolt to overthrow and establish new rule.
Only a dozen or so of the blue team became robbers, and when the announcement was made, the police released some of their biographies, proving that they were relatively good police officers from the blue team.
The host of the morning news made the announcement with a calm expression and a little smile, as if he was announcing some unrelated news that was neither good nor bad.
Just by looking at her expression, it is not at all obvious that she is announcing news about a bank robbery drill that has made the public somewhat unhappy, or that the police were forced by necessity to publicize the news of the second camp reversal drill and to disclose the number of robbers and some of their biographies.
She fits the profile of a professional presenter.
But some professionals can see right through that forced smile.
Vodka, for example.
As a member of the organization who had seen 'Satan' in action, he was a professional victim, and after only one look at the host, he retracted his gaze and cautiously inquired, "We're pulling all of our manpower from the police force in this case, but then, our control over the bank..."
Is completely gone.
Pulling all eyes and ears out of the drill has its advantages, the advantage of not having to deal with a madman.
But there's also a downside, they can only observe the madman's madness through the live broadcast like the viewers, the broadcast is limited, they can only observe part of it, not the whole picture, and in case of any accidents, they probably won't be able to take action in time.
Although the organization has made thorough preparations to ensure that even if all the people in the bank die, the police will be able to stop all the storms in the first place.
Vodka shifted uncomfortably and looked around the villa where he was staying, checking to make sure that the doors and windows were closed and to see if there was a horrible presence in the compound.
After confirming that there was nothing out of the ordinary, he lowered his voice, cautiously, as if he were suing Death, and stammered, "He always, in case he makes a big move."
The kind of big one that even the organization and the police can't calm down public opinion.
"What then?"
Gin was sitting on the other couch, looking down at the file on the red camp.
The file had just been transferred over, and he had only begun to look at the first one, reading about the 'Nagano Morofushi Family Tragedy', and when he heard Vodka's voice sneaking in a death complaint, he didn't even raise his eyes, "No. What should we do?"
"Resign yourself to your fate."
What else can we do?
He couldn't beat him, whether it was a reprimand, a warning, or a joke, as long as he didn't beat Ichijō Mirai to death on the spot, he'd definitely retaliate a hundred times over.
And killing him on the spot...
Without considering any organization, leader, individual, etc., just considering the matter of 'killing Ichijō Mirai', it's really many times harder.
I had no choice but to endure it.
Moreover, "The victim now is not us."
Gin said it with the calmness of a man watching a fire from the other side of the room, "He's concentrating on playing with the mice."
"In his hunting state, any scent that doesn't belong to him or his prey will alert him to his impatience, and if something goes wrong and he's not having fun, he'll instantly blame it on another scent and choose the owner of the other scent as the next object of his play to get his revenge."
"The organization has already been toyed with once," He said faintly, "not a second time."
There was a pause, and then a somewhat subtle addition, "Although that gentleman doesn't care."
'That gentleman doesn't care', Vodka shut up, and turned his attention to another matter, "The police."
He inquired with some caution, "What is the duration?"
It was a question of 'How long will Ichijō Mirai get tired of playing with the police', 'How long will the police be played with and become completely obsolete', and 'If the police are finished, won't the organization have to welcome back this madman who's so easy to invite to the party?'
Vodka also asks, "Will the police play along?"
The organization is very tolerant of Ichijō Mirai, the chief cares a lot about Marc Brandy, but even so, he resisted, and when the opportunity was right, he took the opportunity to kick him to the police.
Well, the police, they'll fight back, won't they?
If the police resisted, what would be the most likely reason for them to ask Ichijō Mirai out respectfully? What would be the most likely reason for a good officer to leave the police system?
'Undercover'.
And it has to be a powerful, involved organization that, once undercover, won't be able to get out for at least two or three years.
That's pretty much naming names.
"But he's famous, so I don't think so," Vodka thought, and then tensed, "Wait, he hasn't shown his face."
Ichijō Mirai was too famous to be an undercover agent.
But Ichijō Mirai hadn't shown his face in either of the two times the Tokyo police cadets had been in the news, and the public didn't know what he looked like, only that he had black hair and red eyes.
All he had to do was fake his identity and he could happily rejoin the organization, kicking in the door of the villa and waving at Vodka 'Hi, beautiful, warm and kind sir, could you do me a favor, please? I'm a little short on cash and I need to borrow money and life from a random unlucky person'.
"No," Gin denied outright, "the gentleman means to have a good time out there."
He was very calm, "I'll follow the gentleman's orders."
After applying a layer of life-respecting buff, his eyes returned to the information, only reminding, "In the past two years, the organization has placed many people in the Tokyo police, and some of them are only in the hands of that gentleman, and only follow his orders."
Direct contact with that man.
Regardless of the actual contact, an 'eye' that has an apparent direct contact with that man must have a very high position.
This means one thing: once the police come up with the uninspired "Why don't we kick this thing out sometime? , the organization will be informed immediately, and will be able to divert the trouble from coming back.
Vodka: "Oh..."
He breathed a sigh of relief, but with mixed feelings.
The organization wasn't a good place, it was the natural enemy of cats, and anyone with curiosity wouldn't live long enough to be prepared to ask no questions and watch with their eyes, which was the case for most of the members of the code names.
They have different roles, different tasks, and different information.
Vodka was the same way, he knew that the organization had placed a lot of people in the police force, and he also knew that the sudden and high frequency of placement of people was after 'Satan' got the code name of Marc Brandy, but before that, some people didn't connect the two, and didn't intertwine the two, and didn't intertwine the one thing that the organization suddenly placed people in the police force for the sake of Ichijō Mirai.
To keep Ichijō Mirai from returning to the organization for a short period of time.
That's...
Moreover, Gin had been calm and prompt in answering questions and dispelling panic, as if he had anticipated Vodka's disturbing thoughts.
Vodka could only silently think, "I'm not the only one who's a little bit panicked, but Big Brother is also a little bit panicked, and that gentleman is also a little bit panicked...".
Gin looked away from the 'death of both parents' on the profile and glanced over to Vodka, "It's normal."
Until now, he still had a calm demeanor, "Humans fear the sky, fear the ocean, fear the earth, fear natural catastrophes, fear all horrible inhuman beings,"
"Of course, they also fear a humanoid natural disaster."
Human beings have the desire to conquer, to conquer the sea, the earth, the sky, but when they are not strong enough, they will maintain basic respect and vigilance, and when they are strong enough, they will move forward with awe.
The target of this humanoid natural disaster is not himself, Gin does not intend to take the initiative to collide for the time being, he flexes his fingers against the information, "This 'Morofushi Hiromitsu', pay attention to."
"Find an opportunity, see if you can."
He paused before he was about to give the order, and after a few seconds, he simply gave up, "Forget it, don't worry about them."
He switched to another order, "Remember these guys, especially this one, if they don't die at Alsace's hands, that is."
Well, that means that for Ichijō Mirai, the police cadet, who also suffered from 'the death of his parents at a young age and stress trauma', has some unusual significance.
What is the organization going to do?
Gin doesn't say, and Vodka doesn't ask, nodding in response, "Okay, I'll keep an eye on Alsace once they've separated from them."
He made a mental note of Morofushi Hiromitsu, his impression of the police cadet was no longer the collective 'unlucky bastard' impression of the Red Team, but changed: 'the unluckiest of unlucky bastards'.
After Ichijō Mirai's departure, the reason for focusing on the unluckiest of the unlucky was simple: to do so now would no doubt be mistaken for provocation, as one would be tempted to go over to the tiger while it was eating and survey the food.
Gin was a more professional Satan victim, and Vodka discreetly memorized his response to 'Satan', "Right, that."
After only one sentence, he stopped abruptly and subconsciously looked at the TV, his face serious, "He made his move."
Beika Bank suffered heavy losses and was unable to open for a short time.
After the team reversal, the police picked out another bank and gave the blue team the rules of robbery.
One, you can't rob a bank while the truck is in the vicinity of the bank.
Secondly, the time of action is within ten days.
The rules were similar to those given to the red team at the beginning.
From the beginning of the exercise, the excellent officers from the blue camp disappeared from the public eye as robbers, and the only way to see them again was to wait for them to act and rob the bank.
And because the rice flower bank was forced to open a full live broadcast, in this play, the designated bank set up in advance of the live broadcast facilities, the TV station is specially open a special section, specifically in the bank's business stage of the live broadcast, intended to film the whole process of the attack of the robbers.
Viewers could either squat live, accompanying the bank staff to work in the middle of the tedious normal business, seeking to catch the moment the robbers carried out the attack, or they could come back to watch the live footage of the robbers after the attack after the news of the attack had hit the news.
Vodka is the former.
The shocking power of the human-shaped natural disaster made him choose the former without hesitation. He was afraid that if he chose the latter, the robbers would be thrown into hell collectively if he wasn't careful, and he could only watch the news replay afterwards.
On the news, the bank's normal business scene changed, several robbers wearing black hoods were threatening the staff at gunpoint, while others tacitly spread out and quickly took control of the rest of the people present, controlling the entire bank lobby.
There weren't many customers.
Police did not say which lucky bank was the site of the second maneuver, but the live broadcast of the hours of operation directly exposed the bank, and in recent days, most people who followed the news would avoid the bank, go to other banks, or postpone their business for a few days.
The robbers took less than two dozen hostages.
One of the staff members took the opportunity to press the alarm button. If it had been a real bank robbery, she might have hesitated for a moment and swooped in when the robbers weren't looking to make sure that the alarm was activated rather than being shot before it could be pressed, but it was an act, and she pressed it without hesitation.
Immediately a red light flashed rapidly.
The robbers wore black hoods, and through the pre-fixed camera lenses, Vodka couldn't observe any remorse on their faces that they had been too slow to stop it, but he silently added an expression of fear to theirs.
The 'fear' that would definitely appear on their faces soon.
The police and the media paid close attention to the maneuver, and almost at the eighth minute of the bank robbery, photographers carrying cameras and reporters stepped into the lobby of the bank.
The robbers didn't seem to see the media, didn't stop them, didn't talk to them, and continued to control the hostages and force the staff to load the money.
The media also remained on the sidelines of the robbers, the staff and the hostages.
From the time the new footage entered the bank, the camera feeds were reduced to a small square in the lower left corner, and the newscasters in the studio were reduced to the lower right corner.
With a smile on her face, the reporter begins to tell the camera about the bank.
But she's only two sentences in when, at the sound of a gunshot, she shrugs her shoulders and turns her head.
The camera rolls over.
Caught a robber who crashed into the camera, he crashed heavily into the camera, the cameraman almost subconsciously twisted his body to protect the camera, they fell to the ground together.
At the same time, the camera, which had been set up in advance, was hit hard by a blue and white shadow and rolled to the ground.
Only the studio picture was still normal on the three screens on the TV, while the two live pictures were either aimed at the ground or vaguely distorted in color.
Shots were being fired.
The pistols were like machine guns, weaving a symphony of violence, but none of the gunshots came from outside the bank, they all rang out abruptly inside the bank, each shot about the same distance away from the camera and the reporter's microphone.
The symphony of gunshots was punctuated by subconscious human screams.
The cameraman rolled up from the ground, the first time to check the lens, found nothing wrong before breathing a sigh of relief, and then rushed to look up, could not help but hold his breath.
In the hall, there are more people wearing police uniforms, they are rapidly controlling the hall, but in just a few moments, they have controlled most of the hall and most of the robbers.
One of the robbers took a hostage and tried to raise his gun to threaten the hostage, but before he could raise his gun completely, he was hit and pinned to the ground with his arm twisted.
He pulls the trigger, the gun fires, and the bullet spins out, reflecting in the photographer's eyes.
The photographer didn't react.
As if his brain had short-circuited, he forgot to breathe, locked eyes with the bullet, and at the moment it was about to hit him, he was suddenly thrown into a dive and rolled to the side of the reporter, avoiding the bullet.
As he rolled, he reached out to protect the back of the photographer's head, and his arms protected the camera.
It's a very close range.
So close that when he hit the ground with his knee, the camera could clearly see his face.
The lower part of his face was covered by a black inverted V-shaped mask, his forehead was covered by black hair and a helmet, and only a pair of red eyes showed through the transparent goggles.
The red eyes were glowing like sunlight.
The owner of the eyes smiled: "Are you okay?"
He reached out and took the cameraman's hand, his tone gentle, like a professional police officer calming a frightened person, "It's my duty to protect the people."
It's Ichijō Mirai.
Vodka: "..."
Gin: "..."
He looked steadily at the TV, staring at the red eyes that shone like sunlight on the screen, staring at the guy who looked like he was Savior with a radiant glow on his body, and his expression gradually changed.
In the end, his expression changed to one that looked like he'd seen a ghost.
It's too...
[Your disguise is-] disgusting.
It's hypocritical.
It's disgusting.
So hypocritical that Gin was sure that even the ever-hypocritical Belmode would have to vomit at the news of a bloody butcher masquerading as a savior.
Gin paused again and again, deleted his true feelings, and followed the method of dealing with humanoid disasters: [Your disguise is flawless.]
He closed his eyes hard, let out a slow breath, and reopened them to look at the TV.
On the TV, the camera was still fixed on Ichijō Mirai, capturing him as he turned around and charged into the robbers, striking the enemy like a violent wind.
He is filmed pulling out his cell phone after the shooting, glancing at it, and smiling again.
He is filmed as his companions look at him and ask him what he is doing.
He is filmed tapping the mission recorder on his shoulder, smiling and saying, "Thirteen minutes and three seconds, mission accomplished."
He is filmed avoiding the outstretched hands of his companions, looking down at his cell phone again, and laughing.
He is filmed being grabbed by his companions and high-fived.
He is filmed answering, "What are you looking at?"
"I'm looking at a message from a friend who doesn't share the same philosophy, and he praised me for being disgusting."