Chapter 10 Chapter 10 This is too much! (This is a joke/insult to the original text)
Of course not!
The anti-fraud king seemed to sense humanity's disdain for him and immediately protested, his words even becoming puffed up in anger.
That's a different price... no, there's no such thing as a return/repair service!
Morobuchi Kagemitsu sighed in disappointment.
"Buzz—!"
The anti-fraud team used their old tricks again, making the phone vibrate so loudly it sounded like an eel struggling in Zhu Fu's hands.
Seriously, what kind of customer service representative is as rude as you...
Before the other person could get angry again, he had already calmed them down through the chat:
Can you answer some questions for me?
Hey there, feel free to ask any questions! The anti-fraud team is here for you!
This excellent service attitude made it seem as if the image of him being so anxious he wanted to climb out of the screen and slam his fist on the table just seconds ago had never existed.
What is your purpose?
After the message was sent, the anti-fraud expert did not reply immediately; the loading circle in the chat window kept flashing.
He was speechless at this; it clearly didn't need an internet connection at all, so it couldn't possibly lag.
Fortunately, this behavior didn't last long, or rather, it was exposed too quickly, and it didn't want to pretend anymore, so it gave a reply:
Maintaining world peace
Zhu Fujingguang: ...
If he weren't already an adult, he would have asked Kamen Rider on behalf of Kamen Rider: Do you believe in light?
The anti-fraud expert felt that this answer was too general, or rather, too perfunctory and unsatisfactory, so he changed his approach:
Providing one-on-one service to undercover agents is the primary responsibility of this application.
Let's join hands to prevent fraud and work together to build a safe and secure society!
oh.
This means they're unwilling to talk about it.
The door to exploring electronic life was once again closed before him.
So, what is the price?
To avoid receiving those baffling answers again, he added the supplement, "Please speak in a normal human tone."
[Time for Time]
What does this mean? A change? Does it want "time"?
Zhu Fujingguang frowned and continued typing, asking:
What exactly are you?
The anti-fraud team is just going around in circles again.
This cycle went on for an exceptionally long time. Just when even Zhu Fu was about to lose patience and go to the balcony to check for a signal, it finally responded:
[Server busy, please try again later.]
...
All right.
Busy, being busy is good—what a load of rubbish!
Morobuchi Kagemitsu felt that it was done on purpose.
Indeed, we cannot have any expectations for artificial intelligence in the new era.
Humanity has suffered a crushing defeat in its battle against the electronic life form, and even if we try to extract information from it piecemeal, we can no longer obtain any useful insights.
Since things have come to this, I should catch up on some sleep first.
The remarkably magnanimous Morofushi Kagemitsu decided to forgive it and let it go, putting his phone back on the bedside table and falling asleep instantly in a vengeful act.
I slept until the afternoon, only to be woken up by the "buzzing" of the anti-fraud system.
He adapted to this lifestyle at lightning speed once again, stretched his body a little, and prepared to pack his things and go out.
He wasn't going to work, of course; he was going to Fukushima on a business trip.
Specifically refers to completing a task specifically assigned by the boss.
This task is also related to the shopping card case he reported not long ago.
The shopping cards issued by the organization were from Wanlong Company, and the company's president, Hase, happened to have a somewhat ambiguous relationship with the organization.
Since the media extensively reported on the case, Wanlong Company has been working overtime while simultaneously trying to appease the police with their feet and meticulously falsifying accounts, taking every precaution to prevent them from actually uncovering anything.
Of course, companies like them that have done a lot of unethical things have their own set of tricks for playing the game, skillfully using the "three no's" principle of "no refusal, no responsibility, no initiative" to gradually get away with things.
This is how things should have been.
However, one night, an intelligence operative from the organization reported a seemingly insignificant piece of information to their leader, Rum, which completely complicated the situation.
After the codenamed members held an all-night meeting to analyze the situation, the organization unilaterally suspected that President Hase might have betrayed them. Therefore, they disseminated the probing mission down the chain of command, thoughtfully providing two options for members with different strengths to choose from:
Option 1: Let Hasegawa give the organization another blood transfusion.
Option 2: Kill.
That's so thoughtful.
Morofushi Kagemitsu naturally chose option one; he did not want to kill anyone unless absolutely necessary.
However, this task, which included business negotiations, had a time limit, forcing him to consider the more extreme approach of Option Two.
In just two days, there's virtually no hope of winning a job without some special methods. Even with the backing of the police, it's difficult to do anything to such a cunning company without preparation; even gradual infiltration requires avoiding the current storm and proceeding cautiously. Not to mention, he also needs to cooperate with another member of the organization to kill Kenya Kurokawa, which further exacerbates his already limited time.
Faced with such an unreasonable time limit, he had considered many possibilities, from internal strife within the organization to Akita's deliberate obstruction. He thought of all of these, but ultimately decided to put them aside for the time being and solve the problem at hand first.
He got dressed, brought a change of suit, and was tidying himself up in front of the mirror.
Unlike his usual demeanor as he headed to work, this time he concealed the sniper rifle hidden in a secret compartment of his wardrobe and stuffed it into his usual bass bag, providing a final layer of protection for the mission.
Before leaving home, to prevent another home invasion and the resulting rumors and tragedy, he specially added an extra curtain to the corner of the balcony.
As he drove on the highway again, Morofushi Kagemitsu subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror and looked at the surrounding buildings in the distance. Only after confirming that it was safe did he begin to accelerate.
The unremarkable little car was tiny on the road, becoming even more inconspicuous the closer it got to the densely populated city, disappearing into the night as a mere fleeting moment in the flow of traffic.
President Hase stood behind the glass window, looking down at the view he was already somewhat tired of. He glanced at the plainclothes police officers waiting below, frowned, and said in a low voice:
"Check if that person is still there. Go yourself."
His secretary, Ms. Yamauchi, nodded and withdrew without asking any further questions.
Seeing his secretary quietly leave, President Hase adopted a social smile, straightened his tie and clothes, picked up his untouched glass of red wine, turned to face the guests who were conversing quietly in the hall, and raised his voice slightly, saying:
"Ladies and gentlemen, today Wanlong Company has an important announcement to make..."
The guests quieted down. Although most of them had already guessed what kind of news Hase was going to announce, they stopped talking and listened attentively.
However, to their surprise, the first thing they heard was President Hase's painful, hoarse plea for help.
"Ah! Doctor!"
"No, he has already..."
"...Police! Call the police!"
The scene was chaotic, with only a few calm individuals who clearly knew what was going on and remembered that they could simply call the police.
"Keep quiet! Nobody is allowed to go outside!"
A security guard in uniform and a guest in a suit blocked the door in perfect unison, each pulling out their police identification.
Speak up, and the police arrive.
The banquet host, who thought the scene would quiet down a bit only after the plainclothes policeman came upstairs, was taken aback. Just as he was hesitating whether to hand the microphone to the policeman, a boy in a blue suit nimbly peeked out, grabbed the microphone, and ran over to the policeman in a few steps, shoving it directly into his hand.
With the help of the megaphone, the chaotic hall returned to order at an incredibly fast pace.
Seeing this, Morofushi Kagemitsu, who was squatting on the rooftop not far away, opened his mouth, unsure whether to feel gratified or speechless.
Wait, how come this involves stealing kills?
Seeing that the police officers present had surrounded President Hase and treated him like a corpse, Morofushi Hiromitsu reluctantly put down the sniper rifle that he had been setting up there for some time. Before the police could search the body, he quickly cut off the listening device connected to Hase and, just in case, turned on the signal jammer and placed it beside him.
After making a series of preparations to eliminate his whereabouts, he looked back at the banquet hall and found a man in a suit squatting next to Hasegawa, observing him. The police officers who were supposed to be protecting the scene investigation had become his subordinates.
Ah, you're a detective, aren't you?
Another one trying to steal business.
Morobuchi Kagemitsu sighed again.
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