Tropical Land

Ichijō Mirai flipped down from the second floor balcony, landed lightly beside Gin, raised his arm which had been hanging down, and naturally placed the muzzle of his gun against the target's head and fired without pausing for even a second.

"Boom."

After naturally stealing the kill, he said more naturally: "This guy must have killed someone. People who have killed people are different from ordinary people. They always think they are very good. If they are slightly pushed, they will bite people without a clear mind."

"There are people in the haunted house, a bunch of guys in suits, they're carrying guns, they're not members of the organization, are they? Let's go."

['Unforeseen Accident' resolved, Low-level Painkillers +1.]

['100 Million Yen Transaction - Amusement Park (I)' completed, Low-level Painkillers+3, Funds+100.]

The gun had just been fired, but Gin did not stop them and directly signaled them to retreat, "No, let's go."

He turns and walks out, glancing at Ichijō Mirai, "You can tell if you're a member of the organization."

Not pretending anymore, right?

"No, because there are children in the haunted house," Ichijō Mirai explained, pretending not to understand the implication, "I heard children's voices on the way here."

"A member of the organization wouldn't let a child's voice be heard while he's still in a latent state."

Even if they don't get rid of them, they'll gag them and restrict their movement.

"I met the Organization member at the coffee shop," he added, "and know what you mean."

Gin's meaning was so clear, so strong that Ichijō Mirai seemed to hear voices in every sentence the young man in black relayed.

'Don't go out to cause trouble', 'Don't go out to cause trouble', and 'Don't go out to cause trouble'.

This is the way to deal with uncontrolled factors.

So he protested, "Actually, when I'm at peace, I'm pretty quiet."

"You were dissatisfied," Gin said with a sideways glance and simply translated, "so you fired three shots."

Because he was dissatisfied with 'that young police officer was actually a member of the organization' and 'Gin's strict control', he pretended to be a bad shooter and fired three shots in a row with a bright smile?

He said coldly, "Next time you shoot, don't smile."

That's a good one.

Ichijō Mirai: "No."

"I saw the look you just gave the target."

Gin wasn't expressionless as he suppressed the target's maneuvering, he was sneering, and snickering with a bit of annoyance and disdain, and managed to force the target into the right place to deal with it, and smiled in a good mood, with the feeling of relief that he'd just killed off the clutter.

But the moment he saw Ichijō Mirai, all smiles disappeared and he turned into a man who doesn't like to smile by nature.

Smiles don't disappear, they just shift.

The change was so obvious, the hostility of the three stars was so well placed that Ichijō Mirai couldn't hold back.

"You don't like to smile by nature. A cold face will scare the target. I am taking care of you, so I smile." He raised his blood pressure without blinking and said nonsense seriously, "I guess the unforeseen accident happened because you looked too fierce. The target of the mission resisted before you officially started to threaten him."

"I suggest you call me next time."

"In order to take good care of you, I will smile often, make sure the mission target does not misunderstand or resist, and cooperate with the organization."

Gin: "..."

He glanced across at Ichijō Mirai, once again seeing the wooden omamori with a distinct presence, seeing the almost glittering words 'High Moral Sense' on it, and his forehead jumped, "What's that thing you're wearing on your hand?"

How can this guy wear this thing with such confidence?

"Your compliments to me," Ichijō Mirai took the omamori between his fingers and brought it close to his face, smiling, "Look, doesn't the writing on it look exactly like me?"

One plus one is better than two, and a gibbering omamori with a provocative smile does wonders for low blood pressure.

Gin adjusted his breathing.

He directly ignored the topic of the shameless person to show how shameless he really is, concise, "Amusement park transactions are inconvenient, once the target of the mission is too tense and will resist, it will cause unexpected movement."

"Next time, I'll try to avoid amusement parks."

"But I will still choose parks, shops that are open normally, and other relatively crowded places."

The reason is simple, "I just took over Tokyo not long ago and need to understand."

Need to understand the reaction of the crowd and the police when shooting at an amusement park, and the level of noise that would attract attention when using cold weapons or fighting at an amusement park.

It is also necessary to understand the speed and route of police arrival when shots are fired in various areas.

Gin faintly said: "Three or four more tests, you can deduce the situation of the busy district, and then the transaction will be more convenient."

After all, not every transaction is made by the organization's side, and not every transaction is free of accidents, so it's better to be prepared in advance than to be unaware of the situation when an accident occurs.

Ichijō Mirai realized, "You sent someone to tell me 'don't go out there' again and again, but you're planning to take advantage of the police lockdown to find out what they're up to."

He took a very sweet initiative, "I'll help you."

Gin refused outright: "No."

"Before you go on another mission," he said in an even colder tone as his cold eyes swept over Ichijō Mirai and the wooden goshogi he wore, "you have a much more important thing you need to do."

"Practice. Guns."

"You said you weren't a good shot," Gin bit out, but kept it to less than a gnashing of teeth, "and I believed you."

"Practice."

"There's a shooting range at the base, so don't come out until you've practiced to a normal level."

The silver-haired NPC who doesn't like to smile by nature is taking revenge.

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5:00 p.m. game time.

The rectangle of the three camps on the exit page has changed slightly.

The second rectangle's white fluorescent edges have stabilized, illuminating the card as steadily as the first, revealing the police gun and firearms aiming star pattern on the top.

The third rectangle remained motionless and dull.

Ichijō Mirai's eyes skimmed over the first two symbols of the 'Organization' and 'Police' camps, then lingered for a moment on the 'Police' star and tentatively tapped it with his eyes.

The second rectangle didn't respond.

He exited the game and pushed open the pod.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon in real time.

At two o'clock, the seats in the dessert store were empty, only a few people were there, and the warm air from the air conditioner blew gently over the unoccupied tables and chairs.

Ishida Eiko is not in the kitchen.

As Ichijō Mirai walked down the stairs, he saw her from a distance behind a dessert store display case, choosing desserts for a short-haired customer.

There was a long line of transparent display cases in the dessert store, and they were in the last line, far away from the stairs, so from the stairs I could only see that they were talking and laughing, and seemed to know each other very well.

In fact, they were just getting acquainted. Suzuki Sonoko chose a nut bread and said cheerfully, "This one looks delicious, please bring this one as well."

"Did you make all these? Wow, that's why they look so delicious, my friend and I have been enjoying your desserts lately."

"My friend? She went on a date to the amusement park."

"Yes, yes, that's the famous amusement park where a roller coaster accident and shooting occurred. But now it's Tropical Land."