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Is Ichijō Mirai good?

Very good.

Not only is he good, but his rabies is even better.

That's why Gin didn't dare move in the face of a member who was so good, who wasn't a loser at all, and who could only be blamed on the other members of the organization for not being able to defeat a single member with dozens of people fighting in a wheel-to-wheel battle.

Intuition was ringing like an alarm bell: satisfy Ichijō Mirai, and your blood pressure will be off the charts.

It didn't even take intuition, just listening to Ichijō Mirai's very expectant tone of voice, for Gin to make the unthinkable choice of not giving in to the rabid man's demands.

He was silent for a few seconds before confirming, "Are you sure that everyone who saw you is no longer able to speak?"

Ichijō Mirai was certain, "Except for you and Vodka."

So, "If I'm wanted by the police..."

It's obvious who leaked it.

Ichijō Mirai stopped short of threatening to say anything, politely and qualitatively, and left it at that.

Gin didn't care about the threats, he cared more about, "How many times have you done this?"

He came straight to the point and said, "The information I have about you was collected by Rum's people. It only contains information before you were seven years old, as well as the most recent information."

"From the time you left the organization after you were healed to the time you reappeared, the organization had no knowledge of your whereabouts."

At least Gin didn't.

He assumed that someone high up in the organization must have been tracking Ichijō Mirai, and that was why he was so determined to get him, but he didn't have enough access to that part of the information.

But he didn't say anything, only said in a deep voice: "I know nothing about you."

"Tokyo is an unstable and bustling area. I have only tried to slowly control it in recent years. Some missions may have unexpected situations. I don't know your strength, so I can't assign you a mission."

Gin repeats, "Tell me, how many times have you done a major robbery to silence someone."

Slowing his tone a bit, "It's okay to mention just one or two incidents by proxy."

Anyway, no matter where the Grim Reaper knocks on the door, it is enough to make the police and nearby residents' pupils tremble. As long as it is not deliberately suppressed, there will definitely be discussion, and some detectives who are looking for death will rush into the fire to share the details of the cases they have found.

Gin couldn't help but sneer as he said this. "In the information Rum gave me, there was even a large section describing you as the son of a police officer with a very high sense of morality."

He sounded like he was telling a very bad joke.

Ichijō Mirai: "First time."

He thought about it, a little confused, "'Even'?"

"Am I not the son of a police officer with a high sense of morality?"

That's what the game says.

Gin: "?"

"We have known each other for so long, and I have always been very polite, right? Did I violate the unspoken social rules of Japanese people and make you unhappy?" Ichijō Mirai thought about it again and decided with ease, "Please forgive me."

Translation: Unhappy? Then deal with it.

Gin translated again: Although I committed all kinds of evil, including burning, killing, looting, and robbing, I not only dare to attack the members of the organization, but also attacked members of the organization. I killed dozens of members of the organization alone and robbed code-named members. I was full of nonsense and no one could listen to a word of human words.

But, bear with me.

"...You don't have to tell me exactly how many times you've done this," Gin spoke, "but I need to know what you're capable of."

He grasped the key point that Ichijō Mirai was concerned about, "Otherwise, you will be treated the same as ordinary low-level members of the organization."

"One mission every six months."

Ichijō Mirai: "?"

"Only one mission in half a year?"

If you don't clock in every day to perform tasks at a fixed time and place, will you most likely work overtime in the early morning? How can you be so uncapitalist!

As a criminal, how can you sleep when you only go to work once every six months?

"Well, this is the frequency that the organization's experiments have concluded to be appropriate," Gin said lightly, "It won't make them so tense that they'll kill themselves or dare to think of a counter-assassination, and it won't make them so loose that they'll have unrealistic hopes in their hearts."

"People who have just joined the organization, half a year to carry out a mission, joined for a year or two, there is no mandatory requirements for the mission, it depends more on the degree of suitability."

He gets to the point: "With the normal, non-dangerous newcomer treatment, you can only go on a mission once every six months, and then you may not have to go on a mission for two or three years."

Ichijō Mirai locked on to the point, stared, and thought hard about how many times he should say he'd done something illegal in order to get a mission every day and fast-track the storyline.

Once or twice is too little, a dozen times is too much, then...

"Five or six times."

"You can think of me as someone who has done this kind of large-scale murder five or six times," Ichijō Mirai added cautiously, "Oh, and I may do it more frequently and irregularly in the future."

After all, we're players.

Let's give a precautionary note to the silver-haired NPC who doesn't like to smile by nature.

Gin captures the key words: not an exact description, but a vague word like "as".

He automatically removes the unnecessary prefix 'might' and focuses urgently on the very important point: this guy intends to kill people at a high frequency in the future.

His voice was heavy and cold, "You..."

He's a madman.

Even among criminals, this guy is the criminal of criminals, the one who will make criminals afraid, the crazy type of criminals.

"'You'?" Ichijō Mirai repeats, and then continues, "You're too lenient, you only go on a mission once every six months."

That's not true.

"Even if you want to give newcomers time to get used to the idea, shouldn't you do at least one or two missions a month? Too much time between missions, and the newcomer will be useless."

Besides, "Criminals have a short shelf life."

Ichijō Mirai is serious. Although this is a game, he is still telling his real-life experience. "Excluding the lowest level and the highest level, most ordinary criminals will be caught by the police in three to five years, and they are criminals who are always on the move."

"The cooling-off period of half-yearly missions is too long, and you're protecting them too much, their toughness and sharpness will drop drastically, and even after a year or two they'll still be in the realm of rookie criminals, and will be easily caught by the police."

He sincerely advised Gin, "Don't be too kind."

"The Black Organization is not a charity foundation. There is no need to worry too much about newcomers. Those who haven't made it through the first one or two years are not newcomers at all. They are consumable materials."

Gin: "..."

You're being advised not to be too kind.

"If you don't actively consume them, they'll consume them on their own. Every five years, there's a new batch of active criminals," Ichijō Mirai said, thinking that it was normal, "so don't worry about it too much."

It's also normal for the game's black organizations to be too lenient; after all, even if the game's production team had been diligent in researching and consulting with black characters, there would still be a gap between reality and the game's reality.

Especially: from reality.

Ichijō Mirai already experienced it once, when the police came around: the neon police didn't shoot, not a single shot.

The game makers are American, and the police in the game don't have a free spirit.

They didn't care whether they could hit the target or not, whether they were criminals or police, and they just shot without thinking twice. Instead, they hesitated and didn't dare to shoot, praying and waiting for the dangerous person to retreat.

It doesn't make sense!

"It's just the Japanese Police," Ichijō Mirai glanced at his cell phone, picked up the bandage again, and thought better of it than judging the Neon Police in an American game, "Never mind, other people's business."

He touched his warm abdomen, wrapped a layer of bandage around the wound, and saw a new system prompt in the lower right corner: [You have completely escaped from the police pursuit.]

Tips refreshed a total of three times, then, the upper left corner of the four stars is no longer always brightly flashing, completely transformed into a virtual transparent state, representing this time, the police can no longer lock the four stars of the most wanted criminals.

Another prompt popped up.

[Congratulations on your achievement 'Ten Steps to Kill a Man, Thousand Miles and Leave No One Behind'.]