[FBI Newcomer].
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly as Ichijō Mirai sat on the floor of his mountain cabin, his eyes closed as he drifted off to sleep.
His left hand hangs on the floor at his side, while his right hand is raised in handcuffs, the other end of which is cuffed to a chainsaw cutter on his right side, limiting him to a certain range of motion.
The door to the cabin was diagonally across from him, and directly across from him was a table, over which a crossbow was secured by a rope mechanism, ready to fire, so that if the mechanism activated the pistol to fire suddenly, and he did not intend to duck, the arrow would probably hit him in the head.
When he did not speak, the cabin was quiet, with only the occasional birdsong and the steady countdown to the bomb serving as hypnotic white noise.
Ichijō Mirai, of course, was not really asleep at such a serious moment, and he was half-lapsing into drowsiness, half-thoughtfully pondering the serious question: Is it time to go off duty?
This inevitably pleasurable contemplation was interrupted by the sharp ringing of the telephone, at which he raised his head for a moment, but didn't even open his eyes, except to turn his cuffed right hand to reach the phone.
After removing the phone, a voice belonging to a middle-aged male came from the other side, "Hello, good afternoon, you seem to be keeping your word."
Ichijō Mirai sighed.
Chain reactions were unavoidable, and at the moment, he was facing one that had gotten to Rum beforehand: the blonde murderer.
Instead of the blonde murderer from [FBI Newcomer] disappearing after Rum was completely honest at [Organization Newcomer]'s point in time, a new blonde murderer appeared, similar but very different, a typical American Bonesetter who enjoys maintaining an elegant face and admiring his prey's struggle before they die, and whose modus operandi is to bury people alive!
Ichijō Mirai is here because of a small wager with the blonde murderer, a wager on his own life: you can set up a place of certain death, and for the sake of the people, I'll go there alone and die willingly, and my price is death, while your price is only to tell me where you're going to execute your victims this time.
...Rare, isn't it?
It's not 'an FBI agent willing to die in exchange for protecting the public', it's 'a thing like Ichijō Mirai willing to die for people he doesn't even know?!' .
Whether it's the FBI, criminals or the general public, if they know a little bit about Ichijō Mirai's style since he joined the company, they will all be dumbfounded by the bet that he seems to be babbling, and sincerely admire him for having an outspoken mouth that speaks in a way that they wouldn't dare to listen to.
In the end, the blonde assassin agreed to the bet.
Ichijō Mirai urged, "The place, come on."
"All right," The blonde murderer said, naming a location, and then asked, "What's your trick, anyway? You're actually ditching those pesky FBI agents to go on a date with someone you don't even know? Or do you think my next target is Ms. Jodie? Either way, it's not like you."
He warned, "The bomb will go off in two minutes. I don't know how you're going to get out of this, but I'm looking forward to it."
Before he knew it, Ichijō Mirai had already sent Jodie a text message announcing the location of the bomb, and had unceremoniously ripped out the phone line.
In fact, he bet nothing else, simply lazy to go through the normal process of solving the case, directly ask the boss out to sneak a little and then shamelessly back to the file directly stolen.
This is the kind of gamer's little love affair that normal people can't understand.
The abnormal Ichijō Mirai continue to brew sleep, in a relaxed, he is quite careless to spread the thoughts: back to the file directly after the murderer's time-consuming a little long, before the end of the day can not end, and so on the next explosion after the death of the newly opened [Undercover Newcomer] to touch the fish, that point in time is the point in time when he left undercover agents to the organization from the FBI, it is completely back home! It's like going home. It's comfortable, it's not difficult.
Although recently, he seemed to have been too relaxed and too carefree over there, attracting the attention of his blonde classmates...
At some point, his scattered thoughts suddenly snapped back, and Ichijō Mirai opened his eyes, his round red pupils slowly shrinking into confused vertical pupils as he stared at the door of the cabin in confusion.
After about ten seconds or so, footsteps that could be clearly heard by a normal person sounded, fast and clean, stopping in front of the door, and then: "Boom!"
The door was kicked in.
The wooden door slammed heavily against the wall, stirring up flakes of dust in the incoming sunlight, and Ichijō Mirai waved it with his left hand, staring fixedly out the door.
Outside the door was Akai Shūichi.
His back was lit, his face was cold, and he had a fierce look on his face. As he walked in the door, he pulled out a gun from his back waist, and he had a fierce look of 'I'm here to kill you'.
Ichijō Mirai pondered for a moment, and then pondered again, and sincerely inquired, "Did I do something again? I'm sorry, although I haven't drastically rattled your blood pressure lately, but I've gotten so used to flicking it every day that I can't remember a time when I went too far."
"However, even if it is a bit too much, the grudge between us should not be so much as 'What, you're going to be killed? No, I have to kill you first'?"
Akai Shūichi didn't say a word, he walked up to Ichijō Mirai's side and looked down, his jaw tensed, his murderous aura increasing rather than decreasing, he loaded his gun and raised the muzzle, "The FBI thought it was unlikely that you would ever give up your life for the sake of a victim you didn't even know, and judged that you might take advantage of the situation to get away with it, and so they sent me to take care of you."
Ichijō Mirai locked eyes with Void at the muzzle of his own gun, he thought hard again for a few seconds, and couldn't help but be convinced, "Indeed not possible."
He then asked, "May I ask which officer gave the order?"
"Don't worry, I don't mean anything else, I'm about to die, how could I possibly take revenge? I just want to remember my enemy's death with a grudge. By the way, are you sure you don't have any personal grudges? If you do, let me hear it, and I'll try again."
Akai Shūichi stopped talking again, and began to press his index finger on the trigger.
Then suddenly he moved the muzzle of the gun and fired a single shot into the upper part of the chainsaw machine where the handcuffs were cuffed, "Boom!"
The sound of the gunshot at close range was deafening, and Ichijō Mirai's right hand abruptly let go as he shook it off to press his furrowed brow, "Whoa, no more extermination?"
"I thought you were going to be a loyal dog, giving all your loyalty to the FBI... hey..."
Before Ichijō Mirai could finish his sentence, Akai Shūichi just grabbed the handcuffs as if he hadn't heard him, and dragged him away.
Ichijō Mirai could only follow, "I told you not to interrupt people in a turn-based game!"
"You have to find a good reason to threaten someone, right?" He complained, "What about 'following orders to silence someone'? Can you please use some basic rules when you make up a reason? The first second I heard it, I wanted to say, 'You're here to silence someone when there's less than a minute left before the explosion? Why not just take a taxi to the hospital and avoid taking a detour? Don't you think so, Mr. FBI loyal dog who was supposed to be with the victim but violated FBI orders and gave himself new orders?'"
Akai Shūichi ran off without listening.
When the bomb exploded, the shockwave swept over him and he fell to the ground and rolled down the hill.
Ichijō Mirai, handcuffed: "..."
He was honest, and simply closed his eyes at the bottom of the small slope and lay down as a corpse, exuding a ghostly resentment, "Don't ever say that you know me, especially in Japan, and don't ever say that you rolled me down the hill like a bear... Erase that from your memory, thank you..."
No one should know who shouldn't know!
Akai Shūichi looked in the direction of the cabin to gauge the situation, he took out his cell phone in his hand to edit the debriefing message while returning the snide comment, "I thought you'd thank me, kind Lord Messiah."
After editing the message, he glances at Ichijō Mirai again and questions, "Are you concerned about image?"
...Rare.
Wasn't Ichijō Mirai always so arrogant that he practically held up a 'shoot me if you can' sign? When did he ever care about image.
"Things are different nowadays," Ichijō Mirai replied calmly, "and you don't have a girlfriend to talk to anymore."
As if he had a girlfriend.
Akai Shūichi replied lightly, "I'm afraid you're only a dead man, not a lover."
His phone rings and he checks for a new text message, explaining the situation, "Jodie and the girls have rescued the victim, and in her text message she rails against you for turning off your phone after sending a message in thirteen lines, and instructs me in one line that I don't need to paraphrase all of the above but only the summary."
And really summed it up: "You're a piece of shit."
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
It's so sad that he was attacked by his coworkers with friendly words, even though he was left with a bad resume after failing to return to the archives with his death!
He exited [FBI Newcomer] sadly, intending to have some fun.
*
[Undercover Newcomer.]
In the evening, with the kumquat sunset warming the street, Amuro Tōru got out of his car, carried a box of cleaning supplies to the back door of a house, calmly greeted the neighbor who was looking down from the second-floor window, and after a brief conversation opened the door with his key and entered with a straight face.
Just from the way he acted as if he was the owner, no one could tell that he was actually an uninvited guest who had sneaked in while the owner was away.
But he was an 'uninvited guest', not a 'thief' who didn't know the owner, because he knew the owner of the house: 'Kujō Mirai'.
His dear classmate, admired target, partner, dead friend, and current colleague.
Or as it's more commonly known in the organization, 'Satan'.