"Some small device?"
Inside the convertible, Ichijō Mirai ran his hand through his windblown white hair, raised an eyebrow at the words, and automatically translated: the FBI doesn't die, but whether or not the heart does, that's not necessarily true.
As for why the heart will die...
Being provoked by someone riding face to face, not to say find each other to take revenge, even find each other this point can not be done, can only be impotent rage and silence repeatedly savor their own sense of shame of being riding face to face, anger surging to the back of the head of the sense of urgency, and because of the other side if they really want to, that can really kill their own sense of fear.
All of these mixed feelings are enough to feed the FBI, who hold their noses and die of frustration.
Ichijō Mirai was well known: his colleagues, his classmates, and his Mirai's coworkers all had a similar mindset when it came to him, to a greater or lesser extent.
He inquired, "What's a 'small' device that can make the FBI's anger level what?"
"Well," Belmode replied briskly, in a modest tone of voice, "just one, two, three, four, five or six faux time bomb devices, which, if they were real bombs, would at most kill a dozen FBI in a high-traffic corridor, blow up a couple of overcrowded lounges, and add a bit of ruckus to some of the more important parts of the airport."
"Plus some of the people I hid, the maximum maximum is only a few dozen casualties," She said lightly, "the FBI can be suppressed."
And then she realized with suspicion that something was wrong: her first thought had been, 'It's okay that there are still survivors'.
This is a thought that can only be generated by using Ichijō Mirai as a control group, in comparison, she did do a good job, not too much, at least did not blow up the entire airport into the sky, to achieve the bloody achievement of not one person was injured, all the people died.
But is Ichijō Mirai a control group!
Belmode immediately pretended he hadn't said anything as if nothing had happened, and moved the focus of the conversation to the FBI, "It's not like there were any real casualties, the FBI won't be able to generate much anger, and they'll have to thank me for the lesson I've taught them, to put it mildly."
The car drove fast, the wind blowing from the front and caressing backward along the curves of the car's body, sending Ichijō Mirai's freshly tousled hair flying about like a flurry of white snow.
He smoothed his hair back along his forehead and looked at Belmode, exclaiming, okay, okay, okay, what a kind teacher.
The members of the organization are so warm-hearted, kind, and sincere in their love for the world.
While thinking this, he took out his cell phone and quickly pressed a series of keys, "Ugh, sometimes I really wonder if we're lawbreakers or not, why are we all so kind?"
Belmode: "."
Ignoring the dog's gibberish that shook her head, she turned her head to the passenger seat where her cell phone was crackling with keystrokes, "...What are you doing?"
"Sending a message to Akai Shūichi saying 'Adele is Belmode'," Ichijō Mirai replied as a matter of course, "What's wrong?"
Belmode: "?"
"You've set up so much, it looks like you're on the first three planes," Ichijō Mirai said without looking up, still messaging, "So far, only two groups have made it out of the airport, and it's either you or the guy Jodie's following,"
"It won't be long before Jodie realizes that it's not you she's following, it'll be Adele, can you believe me when I say I didn't realize Adele was you?"
Belmode: "..."
No.
But before the operation, after word got out to the FBI that she was going to be at the airport in New York, surely they would have made the assumption that Belmode and Messiah were on good terms?
What's wrong with harboring them if they're on good terms!
"I'm also on good terms with the FBI," Ichijō Mirai said, still not lifting his head, "I'm on good terms with them now, so what will they think if I'm on good terms with you?"
"Don't worry, you're so powerful, even if I tipped off, you can easily send them away like whipped cream, I am good with them is just for show, and you are really good, and they are good with them after this section, never good with them, and focus on good with you."
Belmode: "…"
"Let's put aside the fact that there's only one answer to the question of whether or not you and the FBI are really good, and no one will ever get the wrong idea," she said slowly, "...Why are you still texting?"
What was that long text message?
"Oh," Ichijō Mirai stopped pressing the buttons for a moment and held the cell phone screen up, "Didn't I tell you, I'm at the Real Time location."
The cell phone screen showed a series of messages he had sent, each message was short, only 'turn left one street' and 'turn right' or something like that, the longest was a detailed location message at the top that was only half exposed.
It's sending out real-time locations, and it's even more conscientious than the locator in terms of popping up in real time.
In the third second after Belmode stared at it, she saw her cell phone vibrate, and Akai Shūichi's reply came back, first expressing the short message he had received, and then replying: [Do you have a grudge against Belmode?]
Within half a second, the message was withdrawn, passing before Belmode's eyes for a moment before being replaced by a new message: [Did Belmode upset you?]
She: "..."
The first message was the instinctive suspicion of a human seeing a human scraping the bottom of the barrel of a human.
The second message is the suspicion of humans seeing scum doing evil.
This shows that in just half a month, Akai Shūichi has deeply understood the code name Ichijō Mirai.
But it wasn't because Akai Shūichi was smart, it was because Ichijō Mirai's nature was steadily playing strong.
For a moment, Belmode was moved: the FBI had finally tasted what the Organization had suffered.
This emotion dissipated when a new message popped up: [Road closed...]
[I've notified the police and FBI in the neighborhood to block the road, so be careful!]
Belmode: "?"
Watch out for who?
The FBI hasn't suffered enough.
"What's going on?" Ichijō Mirai takes his cell phone back, glances at it, and raises an eyebrow, "Watch where you're going, ma'am, I told you to be careful."
He sent out another real-time message, scanned the outside of the car, not yet seeing the oncoming traffic, and inquired, "What's your destination?"
"One by one to report too much trouble, directly tell me the destination, I send it."
He was so arrogant.
"..." In a fit of anger, Belmode raged, "FBI precinct."
"I'll take you back to the FBI."
She smiled, "And while I'm at it, I'll help you clean up your new home."
Ichijō Mirai glances over, raises an eyebrow, and conveys it truthfully to Akai Shūichi.
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Airport.
Four 'bombs' went off, one in the lounge, two in the corridor where the FBI passes by every few minutes, and one in the corner of the command room near the door.
When he received the new message, Akai Shūichi had just finished processing the 'Missing person +1 found in xx' messages from the FBI, had just dismantled two bugs and a monitor in the command room, and was forwarding a location message to Jodie when he saw the fresh text.
After looking at it for a few moments, he slowly read it out: "Belmode is erratic and cold-blooded, getting along with her is undoubtedly like seeking the skin of a tiger, I'll be careful."
"By the way, you and Belmode have a grudge, how she is angry to kill to the FBI office?"
"It's none of my business, it's not my business to handle, I can't help the office."
"Unless you pay more."
Akai Shūichi paused, slowed for a few seconds, and then more slowly looked at the following message: [I'm lying, given our relationship, how could I possibly ask you for more money?]
[I won't help even if you add money ^ ^]
"...?"