Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 80 Come on
'Messiah' means savior.

Many games will address players in this way either directly or implicitly. Whether the player is burning, killing, looting or a real saint, the NPCs will address them in a chant.

This is a sacred title, with a pure white and kind aura, like the halo above the head of an angel.

Ichijo Mirai believes that he is very suitable for this title.

But other people probably had some opinions. When Inuo Ichiro left, his face was in a daze.

Yes, I know I am going to echo you, player-sama, but do you, player-sama, have a little bit of overlap with the savior? ...To actually question you, it must be because of my confusion.

Then, Gin, who obviously didn’t want to deal with the organization’s outstanding newcomers, asked, “Mi, Sai, Ya?”

He took the initiative to call, repeated the title word for word, and fell into silence.

After a long silence, he asked politely: "I heard that you have been to many countries. In which country does 'Messiah' in the custom mean the devil?"

Very polite, but more aggressive than polite.

A future: "?"

"You learn my yin and yang eccentricity!"

"You don't like to smile when you face me, but you laugh sixty times a minute when you face other people," he reprimanded, recounting old scores. "As soon as I noticed someone was ambushing me, I considered your safety and tried my best. Kill all the ambushers to ensure your safety. Instead of praising me, you scold me,"

"Now you actually imitate my yin and yang weirdness."

and concluded, "You are not a good novice instructor."

Gin: "..."

Too many flaws.

If you want to complain at the moment, you have to complain word for word and correct every flaw.

"Novice instructor?" He restrained himself and said coldly, "I thought you would maintain some basic respect for teachers, rather than frivolous 'politeness'."

No, yes, I'm just talking nonsense seriously. If you don't refute, you'll get sulky. If you refute me, it doesn't matter, you'll get even angrier. That's right, I'm just messing with your mentality. What, do you have an opinion?Be angry yourself. 'Polite' attitude.

Before Ichijo Mirai could speak, Gin spoke again, interrupting the next sentence that must have been infuriating, "Now that you have decided on your name during the non-codename period, I will tell Rum."

"That's what we all call you when you don't have a codename."

After all, the name is a catch.

"Messiah."

Gin called out the title again, paused for a few seconds, and then sneered: "Compared to you, most people in the organization are good people."

Mirai Ichijo: "Thank you for the compliment."

After politely thanking him, he didn't speak immediately. Instead, he glanced at the phone screen and found that Gin had hung up the phone directly. He couldn't help but sigh, "I knew it."

Gin has three major characteristics: he doesn't like to laugh by nature, he has a good temper, and he likes to hang up the phone.

There are many people who have objections to this title, not just Inuo Ichiro and Gin, but there are also guys who have discernment and appreciate it, such as Rum.

On the first phone call, Rum's first words were to introduce himself, "I'm Rum."

The second sentence is a confirmation, “Messiah?”

The third sentence is a compliment, "What a nice title, very ironic."

"During the period when you didn't get a code name, if you accidentally leaked your existence, when the police saw the title 'Messiah', I'm afraid they would instantly realize what kind of devil you are, and maybe they would..." He's jumping up and down in anger, hahaha."

The code names of black personnel are particular.

If the code name is very scary, then there is a high probability that he is a very dangerous guy. If the code name is very bright, then it must be irony, and there is a high probability that he is a very dangerous guy.

"I really want to see the police's expression when they learn that the person responsible for the terrorist attack is the Messiah. It will be very exciting."

Rum laughed loudly, like a crocodile with a big mouth.

A future: "."

He carefully looked at the phone screen and confirmed that the phone was really the organization's phone. Unrelated personnel could not call him, so he could only say, "You love to laugh so much."

Can you stop laughing? You are a discerning guy, but not very discerning and not polite at all.

Rum stopped laughing and snorted somewhat displeasedly, "You guy..."

As if he was worried about something, "Forget it, you will become a code member within three months at most." He then said, "The mission site has been arranged, and I will send someone to pick you up."

"Remember, black clothes."

When organizing activities, members must wear black clothes.

Not only the clothes, but also the car that came to pick him up were all black. The driver in the car was also dressed in black. When Ichijo Mirai got on the car, he sensibly lowered his head slightly to show respect.

"You have already read the information," Rum said. "The destination is the Tokyo Metropolitan Assembly, and the mission target is Taro Uemoto. You have just joined the organization and have not had any contact with that guy."

He was obviously not happy with Taro Uemoto, "Tsk."

"A lot of people are targeting him today, which is really troublesome."

He also asked about the future, "Are you really not going to claim responsibility for terrorist attacks in the name of the Messiah?"

"When I hear this title of yours, the faces of the police will be even more exciting than the color palette. When it spreads to the international community, the faces of the police will be even more exciting. Don't worry about being exposed. Anyway, you are not using an organization code name. ,Ha ha."

Moreover, "If you don't declare your claim, others will see that you have no intention of stepping forward and will claim it for you."

After all, the movement was huge, and it shook Tokyo in just one day. By now, everyone in Neon knew that a vicious terrorist attack with heavy casualties had occurred in Tokyo.

It's common for black guys who want to gain fame to claim a few more terrorist attacks that they didn't commit.

"No, I'm not interested," Ichigo Mirai observed the street view outside the car window, estimating how far away he was from his destination. "If anyone claims it, please let me know."

Rum: "Tell you?"

The speed of the car is very fast, getting closer and closer to the destination. It only takes about two or three minutes to reach the meeting place of the MPs.

Mirai scanned the surroundings more seriously, assessing the retreat route after sneaking into the meeting place and killing Taro Uemoto. "Well, I'm not interested in marking and claiming dogs like dogs, but I am interested in dogs that are marked and claimed at will."

He will not publicly declare that the Messiah is responsible for the terrorist attacks, but he will deal with those who claim responsibility.

Rum reacted and laughed, "You really have character."

"You are indeed a guy who is not easy to get along with. It seems that you hate the usual grab for credit in the workplace."

The laughter seemed a little guilty.

Ichijo's future reminds me of Rum's setting: there are billions of bits of waste.

It is the evaluation of gin.

Since he is a waste, he can still become a member of the codename. Either the organization is not very good, or he has a backend, or he is just taking advantage of his colleagues' achievements.

Maybe all three, maybe two of the three.

"Well," Mirai Ichijo said calmly, "I like to chop off the claws that are stretched out randomly."

"I have arrived."

Rum smiled again, "Young people today are really hard to mess with."

He commanded, "After getting off the bus, there is a seven-story building at three o'clock. Do you see it? Go up."

Mirai Ichijo looked up and suddenly something bad happened, "Go up?"

Why go up there?

Shouldn't we just sneak in unparalleled and kill everyone and exit in style?Even if you don't break into the meeting place directly by knocking on the door, you should 'perfectly sneak in' through the back door, right?What are you doing on the rooftop on the seventh floor?
not……

"There is a sniper rifle on the rooftop."

Rum replied matter-of-factly, "The drop-off point is 700 meters away from the meeting place. A sniper rifle and sufficient bullets are prepared on the rooftop."

"Gin said you're a good shot."

He encouraged, "Come on."

A future: "..."

Good news: I worked hard and secretly rolled up the shooting skills.

Bad news: only police guns will be used.

(End of this chapter)