The roar of an airplane cuts through the sky.
Rum was nervous, he wore a wide hat with comically white incisors, one eye was covered with an even more comical white patch with a few strokes of child's graffiti, and there were graffiti and stains on his clothes.
There were a lot of people in the airport, most of the seats were filled with people, and he was sitting in one of the most crowded places talking on the phone, occasionally smiling and saying things like 'Oh, is that so, then daddy will come back xxx' and 'Daddy will take the plane later, and he will be home tomorrow, aren't you happy? and so on.
Within a few minutes, the general public in the neighborhood came to the consensus that this was probably a father who didn't have a real job, but loved his children very much.
Not a bad guy, anyway.
Sometimes, bad guys need to be compared, and compared to individual members of the organization, Rum could look into his heart and say without guilt that he really wasn't a bad guy.
He's just a poor guy who's being targeted by the bad guys.
The "poor guy" is on pins and needles, even though he's disguised himself several times, and he's not the same person.
Even though he had sent members of the organization to disguise himself as him and go to London Heathrow Airport, and sent several members of the organization to disguise himself as a cunning rabbit to go to Gatwick Airport and Stansted Airport, and he quietly came to Luton Airport, and it had been a while since he had offended Ichijō Mirai, he was still on pins and needles.
Every second, he suffered, not knowing if the man he feared would show up the next second with a smile on his face, say hello, and then kill himself at the airport with an even bigger smile on his face.
That guy...
Now recalling the careless and rapid gunshots on the other end of the phone, Rum still had a heart attack. Others might have expected something from 'Satan' because he wasn't there, but he was almost there, and he was 100% sure that the guy was a maniac who didn't hesitate to shoot at any moving humanoid object without any purpose!
Even if he sniped the black guy!
Compared to the question, "Did he know the location of every member of his organization so well that he didn't stop shooting, he's not that crazy, is he? Rum still prefers to believe that 'eek, what's this, wow, stronger, more agile prey than the others, hee hee, snipe that, what, a mission?' Can't I just kill everyone and be done with it? If you have time, kill your teammates as well~'.
...It's definitely not Rum's fault.
Especially 'kill your teammates when you have time', he didn't even feel the killing aura when Ichijō Mirai fired, so he was startled by this sudden killing spree.
But he smelled Ichijō Mirai's murderous aura towards him.
It was light, on the unpleasant side, probably at the level of 'this person is annoying, tsk, I don't like him', at the level where even if a normal person hated someone, they wouldn't trip up.
But Ichijō Mirai is a ghost that doesn't have any negative emotions or a murderous aura when she smiles and snipes, and if she's so scary without a murderous aura, but with a murderous aura...
Rum doesn't know what he did to offend Ichijō Mirai.
He had two initial suspicions.
One, he answered the phone in his left ear.
Two, he didn't have enough bullets for Ichijō Mirai.
I guess the first time in the residential area, the police came too fast and Gin was too strong to stop him from achieving the 'No Survivors' achievement, and the second time when there was no one to organize it, he didn't achieve the 'No Survivors' achievement because he didn't have enough bullets, so he was doubly upset because of the old score.
But why don't you take it out on that Gin guy!
Rum asked himself: He is innocent!
He may be a member of an evil, horrible organization in other things, but in this case, he's more innocent than the residents of the house he broke into and shot with a silenced gun, or the dog that walked by and got slapped in the face.
The dog got slapped, but he was targeted by a madman!
A madman blessed by that gentleman!
Shouldn't a madman who's as unstable as a spark that could explode at any moment be put out at once?! But that man turned a blind eye to the danger and acquiesced in his actions many times, even though he made the organization known all over the world one day and one night by putting the name 'the organization behind Satan' on the organization with his own power, and he is still arrogant and unrepentant!
How could that man put up with that?
Because that madman is so powerful that he can't be solved, and the probability of solving him seems to be in the single digits?
Because if he doesn't succeed, he'll hold a grudge and take revenge on the organization?
Because...
Uh, well, then, it seems like it could be tolerated...
Rum was silent.
He was anxiously silent, even more anxious than some students who were still playing and hadn't started their homework when school was about to start, so they were anxious while playing. As the boarding time approached, he stopped pretending to coax his child and pretended to listen to the child talking about various things. He hummed a few times from time to time to indicate that he was responding to the other end of the phone, and his intact eye was rolling around, constantly scanning the surroundings.
Finally, in the midst of the ordeal, an angelic voice rang out on the airport radio, "Attention, Paris-bound passengers, you are traveling on..."
Halfway through the announcement, a number of people stood up and started packing their things for the flight.
Rum stood up with the rest of the crowd, letting out a sigh of relief without moving his lips, before making a show of saying goodbye on the phone and walking out the door.
The crowd flowed, like a dense tide toward the gate.
Some didn't move.
There were so many people that halfway through his walk, Rum realized that there was a motionless person in front of him, and his steps stopped and his eyes were fixed on the person in front of him.
The man in front of him looked young, wearing a black shirt and pants that didn't show blood, and his hair was pure black, except for his eyes, which were bright red.
He stood in the middle of the crowd and smiled at Rum with his pockets thrust out carelessly, "Hey, what a coincidence."
Rum: "..."
Ichijō Mirai's codename, after two bloody murders in one day and one night, has become an important secret of the organization, and except for Gin, Rum, and Belmode, even the members of the codename who are active in Tokyo don't know his codename.
His photo is even more secret, and even the intelligence officers who were collecting and organizing the information were killed by Gin.
But for those who don't know, for those who know Ichijō Mirai's existence, the photo is not a secret, it's a must: if you don't know Ichijō Mirai's face, you won't be able to recognize him in a meeting, and you might inadvertently offend the great, kind and hell-loving 'Satan'?
Rum knew what Ichijō Mirai looked like.
So the moment he met those red eyes, his face turned pale and his hand subconsciously let go of the suitcase.
Ichijō Mirai came over to him, lifted his hand to the handle of the suitcase, and talked casually as if he were chatting with a friend, "I didn't realize you were in London, what a coincidence, my dear."
"Aren't you glad to see me?"
Yes, I'm glad, I'm glad to death.
Rum managed a dry smile, "What a coincidence."
"The Organization," He said, skipping all the preliminaries without asking how Ichijō Mirai recognized him, or if he came after him, or if he'd do it right away, "Is the organization whose main goal is to be secretive."
You can't kill me in a crowded airport, can you?
Not to mention, not to kill me and then kill the whole airport?
...Kill a passerby, but you can't kill me if you kill a passerby, can you?
"Geez, why do you look so pale and sick?" Ichijō Mirai, as if he didn't hear Rum's struggles, spoke cheerfully and pushed the suitcase away, heading towards the airport exit, "Are you sick? You can't fly if you're sick, so you should get well before boarding the plane, don't you think?"
Rum had no choice but to follow.
In a close 1v1 offline, he figured he'd be no match for Ichijō Mirai, who'd done most of the neighborhood...
Ichijō Mirai looked at the self-conscious man and laughed, "You seem to have misunderstood me, Mr. Rum... Did you mistake me for a small-minded, vindictive maniac who has no self-control, who is capable of killing at any time, anywhere, and who can do whatever he wants?"
Haha, isn't that true?
Rum, who had been found with a grudge, could only say something against his will, "Of course not, how could you be a madman? You're so restrained and self-reflective, you're so capable, you're the kind of person even that gentleman admires."
He implicitly nodded to his life-preserving card, "I've never seen a member of the organization so admired by that man, except me."
Translation: the gentleman thinks highly of me.
"But I can understand the gentleman's admiration for you," Rum added with a timely compliment, "When you were five or six years old, the Organization was so impressed with your intelligence that they wanted to invite you to join them,"
"Unfortunately, we've only recently become colleagues."
It's not a pity.
As the Organization's second-in-command for a long time, it was always others who complimented Rum, he rarely complimented others, he was not very good at it, but Ichijō Mirai's characteristics were obvious, he was not the 'son of a police officer with a very high sense of morality', and there was no big grudge against the Organization for killing his father and mother, so as long as he avoided the death of his parents, the more doubtful point of the thunder, he was still very good at compliments.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Rum realized that Ichijō Mirai was giving himself a deep look, as if he was staring at something dirty.
He: "?"
"Excuse me," Ichijō Mirai asked politely, "is that gentleman old and blind? Or does he have an eye disease?"
Rum: "?"
He's like a child again, but of course he's keeping a close watch on his health, and even his inner circle doesn't know much about it, so of course Rum doesn't know the details.
But he thought there might be.
Why else would he have picked Ichijō Mirai and forced him into the organization?
He didn't dare to say, but could only vaguely say, "Well, I'm not sure, probably not."
"Really?" Ichijō Mirai commented. "I think so, and it's in a very advanced stage."
"Why else would you compare me to you?"
How insulting!
Rum: "???"
It took him a few seconds to realize that Ichijō Mirai was calling him a loser.
It had been a long time since anyone had dared to point his nose at him, and hearing it suddenly, even if it was a coworker, upset him, and in a fit of anger, he immediately snapped, "...Haha, yeah."
Ichijō Mirai asked, "You have a problem with that?"
"Haha," Rum replied, "No."
Bear with me.
He told himself, "Step back and the sky is the limit, endure for a while and the waves will calm down.
The gentleman had endured, Gin had endured, Belmode had endured, and if everyone else could endure, surely he could endure, and not be the first crab who couldn't stand it any longer to raise the table and get eaten.
Anyway, Ichijō Mirai probably wouldn't really kill him.
Although this madman is crazy, but…but since he didn't say "What, the police are here? Great, let's kill them all!" when committing the first bloody crime, but retreated rationally, and didn't say "What, no bullets, huh, but it doesn't matter, watch me pick up a stool and go in and out and kill everyone, hehehe!" when committing the second crime, then he probably still has some rationality.
Since you have sense, you should know that the second-in-command of the organization can't be touched, right?
Even if it's not a good idea, it's okay to play a few times, it's okay to insult him, just like with Gin, just let him swallow the yellow wine with his nose pinched, so it shouldn't be necessary to kill him outright.
With that in mind, Rum realized that Ichijō Mirai had stopped and was whispering to him as if they were brothers, "Okay, we're at the door, it's a little less crowded."
"Tell me a reason not to kill you."
...What?
"Actually, it's not a misunderstanding, I'm really a crazy person who has a small heart, who holds grudges, who kills on a whim, who avenges on the spot, who can't avenge on the spot, who fights for the opportunity to avenge, who makes a grudge and then avenges it," Ichijō Mirai's tone was relaxed as if she were chatting about her family's life, "We've got a grudge, and, yes, I unilaterally feel that we've got a grudge."
"Give me one reason not to kill you."
Without waiting for Rum to speak, he dismissed it with a smile, "Dismissed, well, start with the last words."
Rum: "????"
To kill the second-in-command of the organization, you're sick...oh really.
There are so many people in the airport and there is also a surveillance system, and the person you want to kill still has all his hands and feet and the ability to resist, so you can give your last words, you're crazy...oh really crazy.
But a madman wouldn't do it to someone in a position of power who has no blood feud with him, who is hard to do it himself, and who has a lot of knock-on effects, would he?
He still doesn't know what he did to Ichijō Mirai!!!!
At this moment, even if he was still in a normal state of being able to fight back, even if Ichijō Mirai didn't have a gun or any other lethal weapon, and was only talking about it verbally and lightly as if it was a joke, Rum was still sweating.
He managed to compose himself and said in a quiet voice, "That's not necessary, is it?"
"There should be no substantial hatred between us, even if you really kill me, you will also pay a big price, the organization will hunt you down, the official countries will take your picture and issue a wanted notice, at that time, as long as there is a place where humans live, you will be excluded."
"We don't have to come to this, do we?"
As for that!
Ichijō Mirai wondered, "Why do you think it's a matter of life and death? Is it possible that even if I kill you now, if I say some words of loyalty to that gentleman and threaten to expel me from the organization, he'll come after you? He'll have no problem with your death."
Human beings always need a roof over their heads. Say 'I'll hunt you down', then 'I'm just kidding, I'll only hunt down Rum', and the gentleman will probably nod his head right away.
"Besides, I joined the organization, so I have to get something out of it. If I can't even do what I want, then why did I join the organization?"
"What do I want?"
"For the retarded first officer, for the stupid second officer, for the fun of the coworkers?"
He thought about it and had to agree, "...coworkers are fun."
It's fun, let's play again next time.