Big- Big Brother, How About I Withdraw First?

It's 4:00 in the morning.

In the car, Gin dialed a number. "What's the status?"

On the other end of the line was Vodka. "Yamada Tarō is confirmed dead. No vitals, no signs of disguise."

'Yamada Tarō'? Didn't the rookie say the loser officer's name was 'Yamano Tarō'?

Gin didn't pay much attention as he maintained his speed and drove some distance before pressing the remote control to detonate the bomb truck.

There was a distant explosion, which coincided with the one on the phone.

"I'm confirming the newcomer's movements with binoculars from a hundred meters away," Vodka said hesitantly, "should we pull back a bit?"

His reason for asking to stay away was simple: Gin had brought Ichijō Mirai to the designated location.

Subduing a beast is not the same thing as subduing a rabbit that's afraid to die.

Before the program began, Gin had learned from Rum's mistake, and had made all sorts of preparations in case something went wrong.

One of these plans was based on the premise that the newcomer was unexpectedly dangerous, unusual, and was suspected of being unwilling to go into the darkness and still having a soft spot for the police, and the plan to deal with this was to use the police who were searching the alleys.

The organized members of the police would, based on Vodka's remote instructions, lead the police to Ichijō Mirai's location and pursue him, leaving Ichijō Mirai with the choice between 'killing him' or 'screwing up the mission and becoming a wanted man'.

The organization will push him to choose the former.

There is also a preparatory plan, which is even more drastic, provided that the newcomer is 'too dangerous and out of control', and is in a clearly abnormal state, and is uncertain about the attitude of the police and the organization, and must be confirmed urgently, which corresponds to the plan for the crossroads.

At the center of the intersection, there are members of the organization scattered in the residential areas around the intersection.

These members are relatively qualified members of the lower echelons of the organization, having survived one or two missions, having killed people, and in a few cases, having been posted as wanted by the police.

Disguised as ordinary Tokyoites, they would call the police on command when necessary and pretend to scream at the sight of wanted criminals, delivering a direct blow to Ichijō Mirai's heavy-handed 'the people are terrified and loathe you, wake up, you're already a member of the darkness'.

Now, it's a situation where 'newcomers are dangerous'.

The mission was important, the organization was determined to win, and Vodka was cautious.

"Pull back a bit," Gin agreed, and then murmured, "That guy, he's dangerous."

"Be careful on the remote stakeout, and retreat if you see anything amiss."

"Okay," listening to Gin's tone, Vodka once again pulled up his guard, observing Ichijō Mirai from afar even more cautiously, ready to pull back farther after making the call, "I'll be careful not to be detected."

Gin dismissed the answer, "No."

He said, "You should be more careful with your life than with not being detected."

...What?

More careful with life?

Vodka froze in disbelief: was the newcomer so good that he thought he might get hurt?

"When designing the program, according to the information, I focused a lot on his attitude towards the police," Gin frowned, "the focus was wrong."

"The real focus should have been on how dangerous this guy is."

Attitude toward the police is a matter of making sure the beast can be subdued.

"This backup plan was initiated for one reason: he's dangerous."

Dangerous enough to die.

It was quite unbelievable, but Gin had sensed it keenly, when Ichijō Mirai had said carelessly, 'I'm not going to blow up the car', when Ichijō Mirai had paused and picked up his footing, and smiled again to make sure that he was speaking clearly.

What's even more incredible is that he didn't feel the murderous aura that matches the sense of crisis.

It was the feeling of being in a sniper's scope, not seeing any enemy in his field of vision, but his instincts were ringing out: there was danger, danger to his life.

The sniper is a somewhat arbitrary and unpredictable person who cannot be controlled for the time being.

Therefore, "I will order others to take the initiative to test him later. You don't have to pretend to be a citizen, but you must test out the danger level of that guy."

Gin moderated his tone a bit and urged Vodka, "Be careful."

"If you encounter anything unusual, you can simply retreat."

Vodka was also cautious, "Okay, then I'll immediately send a message to those nearby..."

Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly, as if he had seen something incredible.

When it resumed, Vodka's tone was urgent, "Wait, big brother, that guy's knocking on the door!"

The binoculars were on Ichijō Mirai, showing his movements, and he didn't stay put for long before striding up and down the street, walking up to a house with the lights on and politely ringing the doorbell.

Inside the house, a member of the organization who had been standing by discreetly watched from a second-floor window, disrupting the light.

Ichijō Mirai notices, looks up for a moment, and greets the intercom on the doorbell.

Being too far away, Vodka could only see that he was smiling politely, but couldn't hear exactly what he said, "Is this an anomaly?"

Knocking! A precise knocking on the door of an organization member's house!

"Is it the first group?" Gin recalled the infiltration map of the organization members, and quickly matched it to the closest organization house to the intersection, and immediately asked, "Did he knock on the doors of each house, or did he go straight there?"

The first group was the closest housing of the organization to Ichijō Mirai, but it was not the closest, and there were a few houses in between where ordinary citizens lived.

If they knocked on doors one by one, that would be fine, but if they went straight there with a precise target...

Vodka reported with certainty: "In a straight line!"

"He didn't stop at any other houses. He was very precise!"

Shit.

Gin stops the car, and quickly decides, "They've made a break for it."

The newcomers went in a straight line because they were caught.

He asked again, "Then..."

A gunshot rang out.

It came from the other end of the phone, and the sound was a bit far away, sounding like it was about a hundred meters away from the location of the gunshot.

Gin's face paled, "There's police in the neighborhood, and he just opened fire?"

"Who's the target?"

"Shot- shot," Vodka was a bit shocked, "a member of the organization answered the door, he said hello to the newcomer, and before he could finish his sentence, the newcomer shot him."

That's not the point. The point is: "The new guy went in."

"I think blood got on him, he wasn't happy, he walked right in."

Another shot rang out, and ten seconds later, a third.

Vodka stumbled over his words, "Uh, he took out all three members of the first group, all at point-blank range, straight to the head."

There's no way he survived.

"When he shot the second guy, the third guy was on the other side of the living room, on his knees, begging him, and he walked over and shot him."

"He... he went through his things for a few minutes and went over to the second group!"

In order to facilitate operations, these experienced black organization members discussed in advance when choosing a residence to infiltrate. Each has the fastest route to reach the other. For example, the second-floor windows of the first group and the second-floor balcony of the second group can be jumped directly.

"He jumped onto the balcony... no one from the second group survived..."

"...Third group, there's a guy in the third group who's carrying a gun, and the new guy found out!"

"Fourth... fifth group had a guy who jumped off the building... the new guy jumped down to finish them."

"He's knocking on the door of a normal person!" Vodka raised her voice, then lowered it, "waited ten seconds or so, then left again."