"It has nothing to do with you... This is indeed your opinion." The man spoke elegantly and gently.
"Hmph." Tsushima Shuji hummed meaninglessly.
Whenever his memory is confused, he is not in a good mood.
I have no interest in anything, and I don't even bother to pretend.
But every time he suppresses the chaotic memories again, his strength...
There will always be some changes.
Or……
He will have a higher degree of control over the system.
Other hosts may need to spend money to purchase goods from the system, but Shuji Tsushima...
It's completely no longer needed.
From a long time ago, he has been able to use the products in the system mall at will.
The system is nothing more than a convenient tool for him.
"Father—" the black-haired boy suddenly shouted in a sticky voice.
"Sure enough, you must be very proud to have such a perfect child like me." The young man said confidently and in a proud tone.
"Of course, you appeared under my expectations, as my most satisfactory heir." The man's tone was full of tolerance and indulgence unique to his elders, without any hesitation.
"What if I don't want to be your heir?" the black-haired boy asked.
"Then I'm not surprised, after all..." The man stroked the cat's back unhurriedly.
"This is a decision you will make, Xiu Zhi." He said gently and tolerantly.
"Don't worry, I won't die until you don't want to inherit everything from me." The man even comforted Tsushima Shuji.
"That's great..." Tsushima Shuji breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Please live well, Mr. Adoptive Father." He looked at the man on the screen with sincerity in his eyes.
I don't want to inherit everything from you at all.
Whether it's identity or...other.
"...If it's Xiuzhi, that's what you want." The man was silent for a rare moment, with a hint of helpless indulgence in his tone.
As long as Shuji still lives in this world...
Still staying by his side...
One day...
"It's time for you to sleep, Xiuzhi." The man said with a smile.
"We're going to attend an afternoon tea tomorrow, right?" he said calmly.
"Actually, I'm not very interested anymore." Tsushima Shuji slumped on the bed and sighed.
He didn't care at all how the other party knew about the itinerary he had just arranged for today.
"Didn't you see? It's going to be interesting." The man wrote lightly.
"Ah... yes." Tsushima Shuji sighed.
"Then, bye~" Tsushima Shuji pulled the quilt with both hands and covered his head straight.
"Boss." He said in a dull tone.
"Good night, Xiuzhi."
The projection dimmed.
…
"Sure enough, Bourbon didn't come back all night. I don't know where he slept on the streets in the cold wind." Shuji Tsushima sat at the dining table, shaking his head with a helpless expression, but his tone was unabashedly gloating.
"Bourbon..." Scotland was silent for a moment.
Last night, a friend sent him a message to complain, saying that the target seemed to have known in advance that the organization would attack him, and found a group of mercenaries to guard him. Even when he slept, there were two mercenaries standing next to his bed.
He didn't even go out all day.
Bourbon couldn't find a chance to assassinate him.
There's no place for snipers because the target room doesn't even open the curtains!
Moreover, the target has occupied an entire floor of the hotel. Except for the room where the target lives, the other rooms are occupied by mercenaries and bodyguards. Even if there are empty rooms, someone will check them on time.
"He said he gave up on the assassination and planned to blow up the whole floor of the room where the target was." Scotland said helplessly.
My friend's patience is running out.
"Hey... isn't that still an assassination?" Shuji Tsushima took a bite of his sandwich and asked, tilting his head.
"Tell Bourbon that no one related to the target will be left behind." The black-haired boy looked very homely while chewing a sandwich, but his words were cold and full of the smell of blood and gun smoke.
"As long as no one is left alive at the scene, it will be a perfect assassination operation." He even smiled.
Scotland was silent for a moment.
"Who taught you this? Is this what Gin told you?" he asked Tsujima Shuji.
Shuji Tsushima:Huh?
"This has nothing to do with Gin..." The black-haired boy tried to speak for the innocent Gin.
"Besides him, no one else in the organization would say such a thing." Scotland asked in a gentle tone.
Shuji Tsushima:...Hey...isn't this something everyone knows?
"Sure enough, that's what he can say." Scotland got the answer from Tsushima Shuji's silence.
The painting style of using gin as a task...
Silence, silence, silence again.
It is Gin's principle to leave no one alive.
No survivors = no witnesses = perfect assassination?
Scotland can understand the other party's approach.
After all, when he was doing his own tasks...
If someone accidentally sees it...
He will not leave anyone alive either.
Only by being careful enough can you survive.
Shuji Tsushima looked at Scotland as he had a lot of plots in his mind, blinked, and decided to give up the explanation.
Anyway, Gin's image in everyone's mind has been finalized, and Gin doesn't care what others think of him.
Furthermore...
He didn't say anything.
Obviously everything was made up by Scotland himself~
Shuji Tsushima chewed his sandwich silently, his expression full of purity, ignorance and innocence.
"Bourbon needs bomb support..." Midorikawa Mu thought for a while.
After all, it would take a lot of bombs to blow up an entire hotel floor.
It's impossible for a friend to carry a bomb around with him.
"Didn't Chablis blast the black ants for you?" Shuji Tsushima sounded confused.
"What is that?" Scotland's expression was more confused than his.
Shuji Tsushima:Huh?
The black-haired boy dug around and took out a small black round box, the size of a palm, from his coat. With a slight press, the round box turned into three layers.
It was full of black, ant-like creatures.
"Obviously, those of you who have seen engineering black ants before said these are blasting black ants!" Shuji Tsushima placed the round box on the dining table.
"This box is definitely enough to blow up one floor of the hotel!" he said in a proud tone.
One or two of them may not be that powerful alone, but... there are hundreds of them in a whole box.
Their powers are superimposed.
It's even more than enough to blow up one floor of the hotel.
Compared with those bombs with a strong sense of existence that want to tell everyone with eyes that "I am a bomb", the presence of black blasting ants is much smaller.
If we spread out alone, no one would be so bored lying on the ground looking for ants.
There are so many places for an ant to hide.
"A new prop for the organization? Chablis didn't tell us..." Scotland's eyes gradually became dangerous.
"...Come on, go and beat him up!" Tsushima Shuji was silent for a moment and said in an encouraging tone.
"...Forget it." Scotland thought for a while and shook his head.
After all, Chablis is, to a certain extent, a mentor to his friends.
For the sake of my friends...
Forget it.
And it's not a good choice to offend the organization's researchers.