Even Dogs Shook Their Heads After Hearing This

The phone hung up, and a silence fell over the car.

Gin was speechless for a long time.

The silence belonged to Gin, the noise belonged to Tokyo.

In the distance, gunshots were heard from time to time. Gin looked back and could see many houses with lights on not far away. They must have woken up from the gunshots.

But there were only lights on in places not too far away.

Those who were too close to Gin and too far from Ichijō Mirai heard the gunshots only as loud as the sound of a paper cup falling, and were not awakened. Those who were too far from Gin and too close to Ichijō Mirai did not dare to turn on the lights.

They're all playing dead.

Vodka's somewhat panicked 'He went to knock on the door of ordinary people!' and the inexplicably lost 'He left' vividly outline this point:

Are the neighbors collectively deaf? Yes, the neighbors were very good, extraordinarily well-behaved and actively deaf, not daring to wake up at all.

This newcomer, it's just, it's just...

Not far away, the police with their emergency bells wailed, three of them in all, one after the other, rapidly passing Gin's car.

Colorful police lights shone dappled into the car, turning Gin's silver hair into colorful white, and shining on his face, making his expression rich, colorful, and wonderful.

The police car passed, and the interior of the car dimmed again.

"..." Gin took a deep breath, and as the police lights left, the excitement on his face increased rather than diminished, and he cursed out lowly, "This is a psychopath."

He took a white file from the side, flipped it open, his eyes settling on the name at the top, and read out the name of the file's owner, "Ichi, Jō, Mi, Rai."

From now on, Gin would memorize this name.

At 4:00 a.m., Tokyo was bustling with activity.

After a few moments of fixed, deep concentration, Gin shifted his gaze downward to the information below the name, focusing on the emphasized parts of the information, double-checking that he was not responsible for misjudging Ichijō Mirai's paperwork.

Emphasis 1: The newcomer's parents are both excellent police officers, and if nothing else, the newcomer should have become an excellent police officer, and could have served as the organization's inside man in the police force.

That's a good point.

Gin's eyes focused on the words 'newcomer' and 'excellent police officer', two words that could not be said to be related, but only unrelated, and half a dozen times, he sneered, "Excellent police officer indeed."

However, it is not 'excellent police personnel', but 'a uniform excellent operation success to make the police personnel fearful of the madman'.

Emphasis on point 2: Based on point 1, it is reasonable for the informant to assume that the newcomer still retains a extremely high sense of morality, and has a good feeling and desire for the police.

It is also added that along with the goodwill and yearning, the newcomer is likely to be even more disgusted by a negligent police officer like Taro Yamada.

Gin doesn't look at the addendum, he looks at the 'extremely high sense of morality'.

He looked steadily.

Slowly looking sideways to the distant mission site, he noticed that there was still movement coming from it, and in the distance, Ichijō Mirai was probably still carrying his 'High sense of morality', merrily mowing down the members of the One-Man Demolition Organization with his 'High sense of morality'.

Is this the legendary 'high sense of morality'?

Yes, yes.

...The Intelligence group are full of waste.

Gin closed his eyes, opened them again, took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and held back his impending rage.

But he couldn't.

He picked up the phone again and quickly dialed a number.

Instead of calling the lousy, damned, still-breathing intelligence gatherer, he went straight to the culprit, calling Rum.

Rum had ordered the collection of information about the newcomers, and the intelligence agents followed the instructions of the codename members to focus on the collection.

The phone rang a dozen times, but there was no answer.

It's after 4:00 a.m., and Rum's probably sleeping if he doesn't answer the phone.

Sleep is Rum's, work is Gin's, and pain is Gin's. 

This is the joy of the second generation of the underworld.

Gin doesn't move his eyebrows and dials another number.

The second call hangs up automatically.

Gin was about to throw out a third ringtone without changing his expression, but before he could press the dialing button, his cell phone vibrated to indicate that someone was calling.

"Hey," he answered, murderous, "Speak."

The murderous intent was so obvious that the person on the other end of the phone was a little surprised, "You really don't like to laugh."

"So you're in a good mood when you're with me?"

It was Ichijō Mirai's voice.

Gin subconsciously moved his cell phone away from the screen and looked at the number on the screen to make sure it was really from the contact cell phone that was given to the newcomer.

He closed his eyes, "...Speak."

Before Ichijō Mirai could speak again, Gin said coldly, "I'm not going to back up."

He said in a single word, "Get yourself out of your own madness."

He then heard Ichijō Mirai's short, somewhat puzzled syllable, "Huh?"

As if he didn't understand, the guy asked back, without any sense of self-awareness, "Are you reprimanding your men?"

Without waiting for Gin to answer, he said, "Don't get mad, I have good news and bad news for you."

"The good news is that I found a place to stay."

"It's not a bad place, I've been robbing... ahem, I've been picking through a dozen safe houses before I came across one I liked, and this one is a small cottage with a lawn and a parking garage."

He counted the advantages of the house, "It's also three stories, the master bedroom is on the second floor, you can set up an early warning mechanism on the first floor, live on the second floor, and use the third floor for evacuation."

"This house also has four or five paths and the surrounding houses, it is very convenient to retreat at any time, but also convenient and the surrounding companions to meet, more convenient is that the surrounding houses I have decisively taken."

The tone of voice is very serious, with some ease and casual, like a rich man in the purchase of real estate look at the sand table think this also like that also like, so simply a wave of the hand to buy all of them.

It's not like a robbery at all.

No, at this level, it's not a robbery, it's a one-man terrorist attack on the whole of Tokyo.

Gin: "..."

He wanted to ask Ichijō Mirai if he knew what he was talking about.

Is that 'take'? Well, it's true that you can take what you grab, but do you have a real estate license? 'Safe house'? It's not safe at all. It'll rock Tokyo from sunrise with its reputation as a murder house.

Crazy.

"But there's bad news."

Ichijō Mirai was a little embarrassed, "I took out the police, and they're calling for backup, and it's getting a little loud."

"I'm a little embarrassed."

"Seems my movements were a little noisy."

Gin restrained himself and kept his mouth shut.

He listened to the nonsense that the other party said, "I didn't intend to make such a big scene. I just wanted to find a place to stay temporarily to complete the mission, but they rushed over shouting about bond and friendship. I had no choice but to kill them all because I was afraid that my temporary residence would be exposed."

...Shameless.

Do you speak human language? Even dogs shook their heads after hearing this.