“FBI! Come in and clean up!”
Using his top-tier voice-changing ability, Hayashi Makoto imitated Roland’s voice.
The FBI agents quietly lying in ambush around the villa relaxed their tense nerves and entered the luxurious building.
Most Mind Teleporters who came from poor backgrounds were habitual thieves who appeared and vanished without a trace.
They always gave bankers terrible headaches, and the FBI had also had enough of these utterly inelegant thieves.
It was only natural for the FBI to often cooperate with the Paladin organization and help these religious people clean up the scene.
But the moment they walked in, they saw bodies all over the floor.
They also saw a young man who looked extremely similar to the target.
“?”
“?”
Makoto’s expression became strange.
“You guys really came in?”
“…”
Since they were already here, what else was there to say?
Another burst of intense gunfire rang out.
A dozen more corpses were added to the floor.
The Paladin organization was the enemy responsible for the other Makoto’s death.
As for the FBI agents who investigated his whereabouts and residence, they were accomplices.
Makoto did not care whether it was right for officials to catch thieves.
His moral standards were not very high to begin with.
[Whoever comes to kill me, I kill.]
[Repay kindness with kindness, repay hatred with hatred.]
[A real man should have endless money, endless power, endless authority to command favor and fear, and a harem of three thousand.]
These were his three current life creeds.
A person should still have basic sympathy and empathy.
But if you started talking to him about law, ideology, duty, responsibility, or benefiting all of humanity, then sorry, he did not understand any of that.
A transmigrator should enjoy life!
A transmigrator with a cheat should enjoy life even more!
Just enjoy it.
Why bother with so many complicated things?
“Hiss. He stocked up quite a lot.”
The place where the Paladin organization had ambushed the other Makoto was inside his luxury villa.
In the most important fully sealed room of the villa, quite a lot of things had been stored.
“Let me see what the other me collected.”
Makoto teleported into that room and whistled.
“Cash, gold bars… What are these things on the shelf with names stuck on them?”
“Stockings worn by Jessica? Underwear left behind by Emma? Nancy’s… tuft of pubic hair?”
“Bro, were you trying to prepare a full relic collection of call girls or something?”
“And there’s lubricant, condoms, whips?”
He tried hard to keep a straight face as he walked to another shelf.
Then he could not help showing a strange expression.
“These are… antiques?”
“You heard someone in Chinatown say, ‘In prosperous times, collect antiques; in chaotic times, collect gold,’ so you went around stealing from museums?”
“And in the end, you couldn’t even find a way to sell them?”
“What am I supposed to say? I’m honestly impressed.”
Makoto had no interest in antiques.
He did not have that kind of collecting hobby.
Besides, turning antiques into cash was far harder than selling gold, and it was also much more likely to attract investigation from people with ulterior motives.
“Hm? What’s this?”
It was a tray placed on the very top of the shelf, covered by an antique-looking cover.
His eyes froze.
Then, bit by bit, they became burning hot.
Even his breathing quickened slightly.
“This thing…”
“No way, right? It has to be fake, right?”
“Wasn’t it lost during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period?”
It was a square jade seal.
Four cun in length and width, jade inlaid with gold, with five dragon knobs.
Most foreigners would never understand what this little object meant to imperial authority in China.
They would also never understand how attractive those eight characters were to Chinese people.
“Having Received the Mandate from Heaven, May He Live Long and Prosper.”
“Bro, where did you pick this up?”
“Forget it. I’m too lazy to go through your memories, and I don’t know if it’s real anyway.”
“In any case, let’s just treat it as the Heirloom Seal of the Realm.”
The hand holding the jade seal suddenly lifted high.
“Having Received the Mandate from Heaven, May He Live Long and Prosper!”
“I hereby declare that this was not picked up!”
“This was granted to Us by Heaven!”
…
After moving everything useful from the villa back to the main anime-crossover world, Makoto returned to the movie world once more.
This world had Mind Teleporters.
It also had an organization that specifically targeted Mind Teleporters.
Without a doubt, it was more dangerous than the main anime-crossover world, but for the current him, it was not too dangerous.
It was not suitable for settlement.
However, it was a pretty good backup supply base, as well as a trial ground for training in killing.
It was precisely because of that mindset that Makoto’s behavior in this world became even more reckless.
If he were going to live here long-term, he would act low-key.
But he was not staying here for long.
Once he finished his business, he would simply run away.
Could the federal government and the Paladin organization chase him all the way to another world?
After changing clothes, Makoto walked through the streets of Los Angeles, California.
Noticing that the year was 1999, he began admiring this prosperous city on the eve of the new millennium.
The American economy in 1999 was right at the peak of a “golden age.”
But the scenes he saw along the way could not help reminding Makoto of the so-called “execution line” he had seen people talk about online before he transmigrated.
On one side were dazzling luxury stores and the office towers of tech companies.
Only two blocks away, there were homeless tent camps.
In the golden age of America, there were actually two million homeless people across the country for the entire year.
Meanwhile, the street broadcasts in Los Angeles were making announcements.
More than half of the shelters were already full and refusing entry.
Many homeless people wandered the streets.
White-collar workers walked past them without looking sideways, as if these living people were nothing more than a waste of oxygen.
Tourists visiting the city raised their cameras to take pictures of skyscrapers, while deliberately avoiding these “unsightly” backgrounds.
Before long, the police arrived and drove the homeless people to another block.
Makoto blended into a group of tourists and squeezed into a subway car.
His seat had barely warmed before he heard someone giving an intense and incoherent speech.
The other party seemed to have mistaken this place for a beer hall.
They pretended not to see.
They pretended not to hear.
Then they prayed that the lunatic would not come near them.
Society was using a kind of collective indifference to turn poor people into invisible people.
And yet, compared to nations then engulfed in war and suffering, America’s troubles were still lighter, its streets far safer than battlefields abroad.
“America is free.”
Makoto suddenly said this.
Of course, this freedom also included “the freedom to watch from the side” and “the freedom to be forgotten.”
He sympathized with these people.
But only sympathized.
His figure vanished from the train.
In the next instant, he arrived at the global financial center on the East Coast.
New York!
The moment he arrived, Makoto felt the economic prosperity and technological wave rushing toward him.
Along with a few scattered…
Anti-globalization protests.
The place he was going now was the Federal Reserve Bank of New York.
More accurately, its underground vault.
“Let’s see. After I move those gold bars away, where should I go to practice?”
By practice, he meant killing.
He had the memories of that assassin Makoto and was proficient in all kinds of killing techniques and experience.
However, memories, experience, and techniques alone could not truly make Makoto strong.
He lacked the most important thing.
Mindset.
Mindset was something one had to temper personally.
A true strong person had to kill with his own hands.
Peerless experts were not raised in quiet mountains and forests.
“1999?”
“Let me think. The Chechen War should be almost over soon, right?”
“Tempering myself on a battlefield would be fast, but it’d also be easy to mess up. Too many variables. Pass.”
“With my current constitution, I can probably block handgun bullets.”
“But I definitely can’t block missiles.”
After thinking it over, Makoto still decided to seek revenge on the Paladin organization.
When picking persimmons, pick the soft ones!
…
Late at night, the sleeping Karuizawa Kei was roused as he roughly pulled at her.
“Makoto…?”
In her daze, she saw the man’s face drawing closer.
She also smelled a strange scent on him.
That smell…
Was it blood?
“Kei, I’m horny again.”
“Hm? Eh—ehh!?”
Karuizawa Kei’s thoughts were still muddled, so she did not react to his words in time.
But her body had already begun to instinctively cater to his desires.
The girl instinctively parted her lips and welcomed her boyfriend’s hungry, midnight kiss.
Somehow, it felt like Makoto was unusually excited right now.
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