Thank You for Accommodating My Rude Request

Ichijō Mirai opened his eyes in the dimly lit alleyway.

The fat officer had just collapsed and was staring at his three eyes, the young officer hadn't lost his right to breathe, and the gun in his hand was still warm.

The first thing he knew was that the mysterious silver-haired NPC was not a rookie instructor without a health bar.

Have a health bar, could be killed.

But it's hard to kill.

Exactly how hard to kill...

Ichijō Mirai scanned a number on the alley's archive pattern: [4].

It was the fourth time he read the file.

He steps out of the alley quickly, before the footsteps and rapid breathing of the police arrive.

Ichijō Mirai was already familiar with the path from the alley back to his car, and he was also familiar with the mysterious silver-haired NPC, as well as his terrifying reflexes and the speed with which he decisively drew his gun and fought back.

He labeled the silver-haired NPC as [Senior Mafia].

It was a senior mafia whose level was definitely higher than the player's by more than ten levels in the early stages, whose physical skills and marksmanship were quite outstanding, and who also had a keen sense of murderous aura.

In the distance, a touch of silver appeared in the dense darkness, and the silver-haired NPC was smoking a cigarette as always, the cigarette butt flickering on and off.

The game strategy guideline: do not hold a gun toward the silver-haired NPC.

Even if the player moves quickly, as soon as he sees a gun, the silver-haired NPC's vigilance will reach its peak, and he will draw his gun to resist at a speed that even eight fat police officers cannot catch up with.

It's hard to shoot a silver-haired NPC in this situation, so you'll have to shoot the car to check for bombs.

Ichijō Mirai walks over to him.

The silver-haired NPC looked over, white smoke lingering, "Finished the mission?"

He said, "I heard gunshots."

"Well," Ichijō Mirai stared at the smoke, first making some perfunctory conversation to relax the silver-haired NPC's guard, "I took care of that guy."

There's a technique to the dialog, and some of it will raise the silver-haired NPC's guard, such as, "Hello, can I please kill you?"

Some conversations will make the silver-haired NPC let his guard down.

Ichijō Mirai was already proficient, and he said without blinking: "He said that the gang he traded with was taken care of by a group of mysterious guys of unknown origin, and almost all of them were killed. Only a few guys who escaped in time survived."

He still looked at the cigarette, and realized that the spark of the cigarette dimmed and did not light up again, indicating that the silver-haired NPC was no longer smoking.

It was a signal that the silver-haired NPC had let down his guard a bit and listened to what he was saying.

It is also a signal to pull out the gun and kill someone.

That's when Ichijō Mirai pulled out his gun in the third file change.

But the silver-haired NPC was decisive, and with a sharp look in his eyes, he went for the gun, and with a bullet grazing his cheek, he overpowered Ichijō Mirai with his bare hands.

He was surprised when he said, "Your first target wasn't my head, but the air?"

He didn't avoid the bullet completely and was grazed because he predicted the bullet's trajectory wrongly.

Ichijō Mirai: "..."

A personal attack, that's too much!

He could only shake his head and sigh at the silver-haired NPC's outrageousness in attacking a player who could read the file, and reluctantly threw the cigarette butt he had grabbed during the fight into the car, detonating the poorly made bomb in the car.

That was the third time the file was read, and the fourth time the bomb was detonated in the car.

This time, Ichijō Mirai decided to wait a little longer for the silver-haired NPC's guard to drop even further.

After a few long seconds of waiting, the silver-haired NPC spoke up, uttering the answer Ichijō Mirai had first heard, "There's no need to rush."

He said lightly, "There was some negligence on the part of the previous person in charge, which allowed a few rats to escape."

"They don't have long to live."

Glancing at Ichijō Mirai, the silver-haired NPC added as if he remembered something, "If you want, let them breathe for a while longer, and when you want to catch them, go."

Huh?

The meaning of these words is obvious: the 'Mysterious Force' that the fat police officer is talking about, is the force that the silver-haired NPC is in.

In the lower right corner, a system alert pops up: ['Mysterious Force' has been unlocked as 'Mysterious Organization'.]

...Isn't this completely unlocked?

Ichijō Mirai wasn't so much concerned with the gag-inducing hint as he was with the fact that while flopping around like a landed fish and spitting up water, the fat officer had said that 'five years ago, the Anamo Group had asked him to provide an evacuation route'.

Five years ago, the Silver-haired NPC's organization started to fight against the Anamo Group.

Why?

The silver-haired NPC's brief words just now revealed a message: it was for Ichijō Mirai.

Ichijō Mirai confirms, "It's for me, isn't it?"

Silver-haired NPC: "Uh-huh."

"I don't know how Rum told you this," he said in a light tone, "but the orders I received, were for you."

"Yamada Tarō is for you." 

The spark flickered for a moment, white smoke spilling out, and the silver-haired NPC said, "If you kill him, you are a member of the organization."

Yamada Tarō?

Ichijō Mirai reacted for a moment, and realized: "Oh, that seems to be the name of the fat officer."

But what's Rum?

Realizing that he didn't react at first, the silver-haired NPC paused, "Wrong?"

"I don't remember the names of waste."

That's pretty tense, and it makes you want to shoot him even more.

But since he didn't remember the fat officer's name, Ichijō Mirai changed his comment to: it's normal not to remember names.

He's focused.

Known: The organization has been targeting that punk gang that's not worth remembering for the sake of the players since five years ago.

It is also known that when they met, the silver-haired NPC was so arrogant as to say 'kill the target person, you can join the organization', as if the organization is very noble, and it is the player who is forcing the player to do so.

But now, it is obvious that the organization is forcing it!

Ichijō Mirai took a good look at the silver-haired NPC, and with the benefit of hindsight, realized a new point: the silver-haired NPC had never killed him.

Having gone back several times, Ichijō Mirai attacked the silver-haired NPC several times under different circumstances, but every time, the silver-haired NPC would stop him and only subdue him. At most, he would threaten him with a gun.

Of course, there is the confusion of 'Aren't you aiming at my forehead?', but isn't there the element that the organization is forcing players?

Yes!

Poor marksmanship is just a minor distraction.

Ichijō Mirai directly deleted this factor and blocked it, and faced the real reason why the silver-haired NPC did not kill him: the organization wanted him to join.

"From the very beginning, the organization wanted me to join," he said slowly, and pursued his quest decisively, "When did it start?"

"Was it five years ago, when the gang was destroyed?"

It's not likely.

"Seven or eight years ago?"

If you don't have absolute power, you'll need some time to prepare before you kill them all.

"Eleven years ago, when my parents died?"

Again, not very likely.

Ichijō Mirai preferred seven or eight years ago, but took his time to voice the oppressive possibility, "Or, before my parents died?"

"Are you the ones who are really behind my parents' deaths?"

By pointing out this sharp dagger, Ichijō Mirai was about to change his mind and revert to the most likely option.

But the silver-haired NPC was quick to speak, "Uh-huh."

Oh, it's... 'uh-huh'?!

Ichijō Mirai: "?"

Huh? Could it be that the organization is one of the dungeons and the silver-haired NPC is the BOSS blocking the way?

"The death of your parents has nothing to do with the organization," the silver-haired NPC added calmly, "When you become a code member and have the corresponding permissions, you can go to the database to check it yourself."

Oh, that's a big gasp.

Ichijō Mirai breathed a sigh of relief briefly, then brought it up again. He reassured: "I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry yet, let me be the one who is in a hurry."

Silver-haired NPC: "...what?"

"It's a bit long to become a code member and gain permission to check information," Ichijō Mirai said seriously, "Before that, let me do one thing first."

He drew his gun decisively, and with the cornerstone of four draws of his gun and his still inaccurate accuracy, he managed to put the muzzle of his gun against the silver-haired NPC's forehead, "Finish you off."

The silver-haired NPC's face changed slightly, and he immediately tried to retreat backward.

Ichijō Mirai warned, "Don't move."

"I'm a very bad shooter, if you move, you might get shot somewhere," he threatened effectively, then inquired, "What's your code name?"

"The nickname of 'silver-haired NPC' is too long."

The nickname was too long, too many words, and Ichijō Mirai was getting a little impatient.

Silver-haired NPC: "..."

"Fourth time back in the save file, finally no more dying together," Ichijō Mirai was satisfied and very polite, "Thank you for accommodating my rude request."

Even more politely, he inquired with pleasantries, "Why don't you smile, is it in your nature not to smile?"

The silver-haired NPC's face turned to ice, and he became completely cold. He stared at Ichijō Mirai as if he were staring at a prey that he would surely chase to the ends of the earth.

He bit out his code name coldly, "Gin."

"Bang!"

Only to find out that the timing was wrong and he couldn't go out...