The door to the coffee shop opened, and Akai Shūichi pushed his way in.
Ichijō Mirai, stirring his thirteenth cup of zero-caffeine coffee, glanced over slowly and then back to the fluctuating water.
But soon, he paused, slowing down to glance over again, "?"
"Welcome, customer," He said, straightening up, "We don't serve Death Coffee, so if you want to die, go out the door and walk five meters straight."
The destination was the middle of the street.
Occasionally, Ichijō Mirai would attack without taunting, and Akai Shūichi had gotten used to it, and took it in stride, feeling nothing: the first time he was attacked with taunts, his anger might rise, the second time, maybe, but the seventieth time, the eightieth time...
It still seems possible that the anger level will rise...
Others do.
But in some cases, Akai Shūichi was also very spiteful, and was somewhat immune to such verbal taunts, not even raising an eyebrow at Ichijō Mirai's euphemistic and not-so-euphemistic words, his eyes still fixed on the former owner, who was bitterly serving coffee to the customers, and the customers who had four or five cups of coffee on the table, and who looked like they wanted to leave, but didn't dare to, but could only force a smile.
No words can compare to the visual impact.
Especially when both parties are reluctant, and only Ichijō Mirai has to be reluctant.
Akai Shūichi was speechless.
After a few seconds, he withdrew his gaze and walked over to the front desk, explaining before meeting Ichijō Mirai's blatant 'I'm already annoyed, and I'm even more annoyed to see you' look on her face, "When Belmode left, he left a message that the FBI must agree to whatever you ask for, as long as you're happy."
She didn't say what would happen if she didn't, but it was obvious that if she could raid the FBI office once, she could naturally raid it a second and third time.
"The FBI brass is curious about your relationship." Akai Shūichi said.
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
Is that why you came here with that 'xxxSatanxxx' look on your face?
"Oh, and then," He said in a flat tone, "after messing with them once and realizing they couldn't be bothered, the FBI decided not to mess with them a second time and to treat me like a VIP?"
"Aren't you afraid that I'm going to be unkind, or that I'm going to pick on a few FBI executives who don't like what I'm doing and kill them?"
...Of course the FBI brass is afraid.
It's just that Belmode, who has already bared her bloodstained fangs, is even more terrifying than Ichijō Mirai, who hasn't yet bared his fangs.
Akai Shūichi said, "That's why I'll be your 'guarantor', and I'll need to be near you at all times, not more than a certain distance away."
He didn't say 'you are near me', but 'I am near you'.
Ichijō Mirai listened, raised an eyebrow, and stood in awe: too much flexibility.
"In addition to the lawyers you've chosen," Akai Shūichi explained, "I and the others have picked out some more lawyers, and they're all good ones, so that if someone disputes that you're FBI, to the extent that they need to file a lawsuit, the only lawyers the other side will be able to hire without having to recuse themselves are those who aren't very good at what they do, or who have major flaws of their own that can be used to attack them."
Briefly explained the FBI's attitude, he added: "Now I am responsible for two things, one is a preview serial murder case, just transferred to my hands, the other party is a serial offender who will send a preview letter to the police on the 15th of every month to preview his own murderous actions, I have not yet viewed the detailed information,"
"One thing is."
Said Akai Shūichi, glancing at the former café owner and the well-behaved customers as a backdrop, and paused before going on, "Training some of the newcomers."
Ichijō Mirai was really good at training people...
The fact that they were given a group of new recruits, in addition to the fact that 'while defaulting to respect, we need to be highly wary of this criminal and not let him come into contact with the FBI's best investigators', but needed to fill out their ranks with a group of ordinary, incompetent FBI veteran investigators and less competent new recruits, probably had something to do with the fact that the 'Master's' reputation for disciplining people was already spreading.
Listening to the first task, Ichijō Mirai was boredly stirring the sugar water with his right hand, listening to the second, he switched to stirring the sugar water with his left hand, and as he did so, he began to sigh: Alas, are these two things?
In the end, it was not the same thing: he had started to bring up 'children' again.
No one, not even Ichijō Mirai, who is good at making fun of himself, can keep smiling while bringing up a child, so he sighed again and again and answered sadly, "Both."
This was a rare display of his negative attitude, so Akai Shūichi couldn't help but look at him a bit more, but he didn't see why he was suddenly sad, but Ichijō Mirai was not right, so he could just close his eyes and answer the question: it must have something to do with 'Satan'.
Akai Shūichi's guess: it's probably because 'training newcomers' reminds Ichijō Mirai of when they first joined the organization, when they were newcomers.
Since Ichijō Mirai would emit an inconspicuous black smoke of murderous aura every time he thought about 'Satan', he quickly collected his thoughts, pretended he didn't see it without a change of color, and went on to say, "The information won't come to me until this afternoon, but the newcomers can be summoned at any time, so let's go check on the newcomers first?"
He paused again for a few seconds before looking around the coffee shop, "The FBI can take over for you while you're away."
The former owner of the coffee shop, the FBI would definitely have to take it back and check it out, and the coffee shop, if Ichijō Mirai liked it, the FBI would certainly have to take it down.
"Really," Ichijō Mirai walked out of the front desk, waved his hand to the former owner and made a few gestures, signaling the other party to help him look after the store, and then walked out of the coffee shop together with Akai Shūichi, "Thank you then."
"Is the quality of the newcomers a two or a three?"
"I forgot to say, 100 out of 100."
The rookies that were handed over to the criminals were of course not very good, they had all sorts of problems, in fact, most of them had already been screened out by the FBI and recalled, they were either not good at hard skills, or had character flaws, or had backgrounds that needed some attention.
Most of them are not strong enough.
Among the few newcomers who were screened out due to their backgrounds, there are still people who are good at what they do, and have made it to the final level with their hard skills before being mercilessly brushed aside due to their backgrounds.
For example, there was Japan.
Ichijō Mirai had already gotten their resumes while the newcomers were on their way here, and by the time some of the fastest newcomers were lined up outside the office, interviewing each other as if they were waiting for his face-to-face review with Akai Shūichi, he was already on the tenth page of his resume.
By the time he was interviewing his first recruit, he had already turned to page 10 of his resume.
During the third interview, he was looking at page ten.
During the fifth interview, he stared at page ten for a long time.
During the tenth interview, he slowly looked up and locked eyes with the tenth person who pushed through the door.
The tenth recruit was a Japanese in his late twenties, but looked to be in his thirties or forties. He had a large, powerful face, with an imposing appearance, thick hair, stubble all over his chin, and thick eyebrows that were so thick that the slightest downward movement of his brow made him look very intimidating.
He said his name was
He stuttered.