The Organization is So Warm
The introduction of the achievement is very simple: [Ten Steps to Kill a Man, Thousand Miles and Leave No One Behind. When you're done, brush off your clothes, and hide your accomplishments.]
The functions are very direct: [Physical skills +10, Clothing contamination difficulty +30, Deterrence +5.]
Also: [When the player is in the stage of 'Ten Steps to Kill a Man, Thousand Miles and Leave No One Behind', and is in the stage of 'finishing the job and leaving', the accuracy of the police pursuit will be appropriately reduced, the reasoning clues and the scene review will be slower, and the accuracy and influence of the wanted order will be greatly reduced. You will be able to 'hide your merits and fame' to a certain extent.]
In addition, there is a small trigger tip: [This achievement requires the player to kill no less than thirty NPCs in the novice period, and successfully stealth away, so that the police can not lock the perpetrator...]
[Note: This game does not promote violent and bloody behavior, please be civilized and courteous players.]
Ichijō Mirai: "Ooh."
His eyes were fixed on the achievement function, automatically translated: the consequences of burning, looting, and pillaging were reduced, and the police had trouble tracking him down.
This function...
Judging by the early morning behavior of the Neon police, Ichijō Mirai didn't think he'd need it, but considering that his current wanted level was four stars, and five stars would trigger an FBI agent's pursuit, he didn't hesitate to put it on.
On the coffee table, Gin spoke again, "You in the living room? Turn on the TV, it's playing breaking news about you."
Breaking news?
Ichijō Mirai fumbled with some novelty to turn on the big, bulky TV and saw the breaking news.
It was still in the realm of early morning, shortly after dawn, and the host of the breaking news stood solemnly in front of the camera, holding up the microphone for a quick announcement: "As you can see, the house behind me is one of the scenes."
She was standing in front of the front door of the first group of homes, just a few steps away from a human-shaped white line on the ground inside the front door, "The white line on the ground is one of the victims, who was most likely attacked while opening the door for the assailant, and was killed by a single blow at point-blank range."
There were small white coils near the large human-shaped white line, and the host added, "When police arrived, the personal belongings of the victims were scattered near each body, including a wallet with all of the cash missing."
The rush of the news came into the phone and overlapped with the faint sound of the news on the other end.
Gin, who was also watching the news, asked lightly, "Habit?"
'You don't really rob for money, you just do it out of habit'? Is it the ritual of 'slapping a dog in the face when you pass by'?
Ichijō Mirai understood, "No."
He stared at the emergency news on the tiny screen for a few more moments, still a bit new to this overly outdated appliance, and then remembered something else, "By the way, I borrowed some money from Vodka, as you know."
"I forgot to tell you, I'm very capable, very good, but I have a small, harmless problem."
With that, Ichijō Mirai rummaged through the pile of clothing and came up with a couple of guns of his own, but no money of his own.
The money was in the system's inconspicuous prompt: [Detected that player 'Ichijō Mirai' has been holding 500,000 yen for more than five minutes, and has automatically deducted the money to offset part of his debt.]
[Current debt: 29,993,870.7.]
The prompt was good, and Ichijō Mirai stared at it for a few seconds, re-emphasizing, "A small, harmless glitch."
Gin got a bad feeling, "What?"
"I don't care much about money, I often throw it away freely, like all those Japanese coins I just robbed are now lost," Ichijō Mirai added, "Oh, I don't mean Vodka, I mean the cash I robbed in the residential area."
"But the cash that Vodka gave me was also accidentally lost."
Gin: "?"
What is this guy saying that would make a dog shake its head?
In the short time he's been with Ichijō Mirai, the next step in this nonsense is...
"I'm hanging up." Gin was decisive.
"Don't hang up," Ichijō Mirai immediately stops, quickly saying his own little problem, "I don't really care about the money, but after all, I borrowed the money, and I borrowed it from a coworker, so I care a little bit."
"But I'm a little sociopathic."
"Can you tell Vodka for me that I lost the money I borrowed?"
"He's so nice, he won't make me pay it back, will he?"
Gin: "...?"
This guy...
How shameless.
Not only is he shameless as a criminal, but he's even more shameless as a human being, and his entire personality is not even remotely related to the description of 'extremely high morals', constantly refreshing Gin's perceptions and relentlessly treating his low blood pressure.
Ichijō Mirai emphasizes, "I'm a real sociopath."
I'm a real sociopath who wouldn't dare say a few words to the victim of a robbery, but would just shoot him, not to mention saying 'I won't pay you back' to a coworker in person.
"Thank you," he said in time to politely thank Gin for his willingness to help convey his shameless words, and added, "By the way, as I just said, I've lost all my money."
"Can you lend me some?"
After being ruthlessly rejected by Vodka, he no longer had the audacity to say 'one hundred million' outright, but instead said, "Five million."
"Then a hundred million, we'll split it equally."
"Don't worry, Vodka is very good, will not secretly report you to the organization, I will not, this matter is known to heaven and earth, you know I know."
"We are criminals without morals," Ichijō Mirai said seriously, "We are not serious employees of a serious company. We are not serious, so we just take some money... hello?"
"Hello?"
"Gin?"
The phone hung up.
Ichijō Mirai picked up the phone, shook it, and mused, "First of all, we can't rule out an active hang-up. I'm too polite to be hung up on, and I've offered to give out fifty percent."
Then, "Maybe the battery is dead."
He suddenly realized, "You were still handling official business even when your phone ran out of battery, and you even worked overtime all night today. No wonder you don't like to smile."
Another worry about the organization was withdrawn, "Are you too conscientious?", "It's okay, you are too lenient to newcomers, but you are very good at exploiting code members."
And with a little bit of pity for the codename member in question, I sent a text message to him: [Take a break if your cell phone runs out of battery.]
And a second one: [You've already taken a 58-second break, haven't you finished yet?]
The TV was still on, and the emergency news was no longer a live shot, but a hall that looked a lot like a launch party.
The corner of the TV showed the in-game time: 05:43.
At the front of the hall was a long table and chairs, with a few middle-aged men in black suits sitting scattered about.
One of the middle-aged men stood up, bowed deeply to the camera, and loudly apologized on behalf of Ichijō Mirai, "
The calmness and skill with which he does this makes one suspect that even an octopus with eighteen tentacles would bow with such skill if it were to be hooked up with a passionate missionary.
Ichijō Mirai looked at the middle-aged man's greasy hair for a few more seconds, and turned off the TV decisively, "Bad luck."
He sent the third text message: [It's been one minute and thirty seconds, haven't you rested enough?]
As he sends it, Ichijō Mirai looks at the wanted level in the upper left corner.
In the upper left corner, four almost transparent stars were dimmed, indicating that no one wanted to report this morning's culprit to the police.
Ichijō Mirai was touched, "What a temper."
The two Code Name members were so nice, and the organization was so warm, like a family.
He needs to stay longer.