“FBI!
Come in and clean up!”
Makoto’s top-tier voice imitation ability mimicked Roland’s voice.
The FBI agents secretly stationed outside the villa relaxed their tense nerves and entered the luxurious villa.
Those Jumpers from poor backgrounds were basically habitual thieves appearing and disappearing without a trace, always giving bankers headaches.
The FBI was also fed up with these inelegant thieves.
It was reasonable that the FBI often cooperated with the Ranger Organization, helping these religious people clean up the scene.
When they entered, they saw corpses all over the floor and a youth who looked remarkably similar to the target.
“?”
“?”
Makoto’s expression turned strange.
“You actually came in?”
“…”
Since you’re already here, what else is there to say?
Another burst of intense gunfire, and over a dozen more bodies joined those on the floor.
The other version of himself died.
The Ranger Organization was the enemy, and these FBI agents who investigated his whereabouts and residence were accomplices.
Makoto didn’t care whether the authorities should catch thieves.
His moral value wasn’t high to begin with.
[Whoever tries to kill me, I kill them.]
[Repay kindness with kindness, repay enmity with enmity.]
“A man in this world should have endless wealth to spend, boundless power to enjoy, ceaseless authority to wield, and a harem of three thousand beauties.”
—These were his three current life tenets.
Basic human compassion and empathy are necessary.
But if you talk to me about laws, about ideologies, about duties and responsibilities, about benefiting all of humanity, I don’t understand any of it.
Crossing over is meant to be enjoyed!
A transmigrator with a Golden Finger should enjoy it even more!
Just enjoy it!
Why bother with all those complicated things?
“Tsk, there’s quite a stash here.”
The location where the Ranger Organization ambushed and killed the other Makoto was inside his luxurious villa.
In the most important, completely sealed room in the villa, a significant stash of items was stored.
“Let me see what the other me has been hoarding.”
Makoto teleported into that room and let out a low whistle.
“Cash, gold bars…
and what are these on the shelf with names on them?
Jessica’s worn stockings?
Emma’s left-behind underwear?
A lock of Nancy’s…
hair?
Bro, are you compiling a compendium of sacred relics from call girls here?…
And lube, condoms, a whip?”
He struggled to keep a straight face as he moved to another shelf, unable to hide his strange expression.
“These are…
antiques?”
And then couldn’t even find a channel to offload them?
What am I supposed to say?
I’m speechless.”
Makoto had no interest in antiques.
He didn’t have a collector’s hobby in that area.
Moreover, liquidating antiques was far more difficult than gold and easily attracted unwanted attention from interested parties.
“Huh?
What’s this?”
It was a plate placed on the top of a shelf, covered by an antique-looking glass dome.
Curious, Makoto took it down and removed the dome.
His gaze froze, then gradually grew intense, his breathing becoming somewhat rapid.
“This thing…?”
“No way?
It’s fake, right?”
“Wasn’t it lost during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period?”
It was a square jade seal.
Four inches square, gold-inlaid jade, with a five-dragon knob.
Foreigners could never understand what this little object meant to Chinese imperial authority, nor could they ever grasp the immense attraction the eight characters ‘Mandate from Heaven,May you live a long and prosperous life.’ (Mandated by Heaven, Longevity and Eternal Prosperity) held for Chinese men.
“Bro, where did you pick this up?”
“Forget it, I can’t be bothered to sift through your memories.
I don’t know if it’s genuine or not.
Let’s just assume it’s the Imperial Seal.”
The hand holding the seal suddenly shot up high!
“Mandated by Heaven, Longevity and Eternal Prosperity!”
“I declare, this was not found!”
“This was bestowed upon Us by Heaven!”
…
After moving everything useful from the villa back to the Comprehensive Manga Main World, Makoto returned to the movie world once more.
This world had Jumpers and organizations targeting Jumpers, making it undoubtedly a bit more dangerous than the Comprehensive Manga Main World.
But for him now, it wasn’t overly dangerous.
Not suitable for permanent residence.
However, it was a decent backup location for supplies and a training ground for honing his killing skills.
It was precisely based on this mindset.
That Makoto’s actions in this world became even more unrestrained.
If he were to live here long-term, he would keep a low profile.
But since he wasn’t staying permanently, he could just finish his business and vanish.
Could the federal government and the Ranger Organization really chase him to another world?
After changing his clothes, Makoto walked the streets of Los Angeles, California.
Noting the year was 1999, he began to appreciate the bustling city on the cusp of the millennium.
The U.S.
economy in 1999 was at the peak of a “golden period.” Yet, the scenes he witnessed along the way reminded Makoto of the “execution line” theory he’d seen online before his previous transmigration.
Here were glamorous luxury boutiques and tech company skyscrapers; just two blocks away, there were tent encampments for the homeless.
In this golden age America, a staggering two million people were homeless nationwide for the year.
Meanwhile, street broadcasts in Los Angeles announced that over half the shelters were at capacity and turning people away.
Many homeless people wandered the streets.
White-collar workers walked past them without a sideways glance, as if these living people were merely lifeless trash.
Tourists visiting the area, taking photos of skyscrapers with their phones, would also deliberately avoid these “unsightly” backgrounds.
Soon enough, police arrived, herding the homeless to another block. The source of this chapter is g.com.
Blending in with the tourist crowd, Makoto squeezed onto a subway car.
Before he could even settle into his seat, he heard someone delivering an incoherent, impassioned speech, seemingly mistaking the place for a beer hall.
But everyone in the car silently lowered their heads, pretending not to see or hear, praying the mentally unstable person wouldn’t approach them.
Society was using a collective indifference to turn the poor into invisible people.
“America is free.”
Makoto suddenly uttered these words.
This freedom, of course, also included the “freedom to be a bystander” and the “freedom to be forgotten.”
He sympathized with these people.
But it was only sympathy.
His figure vanished from the train, and the next moment he arrived at the East Coast’s global financial center.
New York!
Upon arriving, Makoto was immediately struck by the overwhelming sense of economic prosperity and technological wave!
And sporadic…
anti-globalization protest marches.
His destination now was the Federal Reserve Bank of New York, specifically its underground gold vault.
“Let’s see, after moving that gold, where should I go to practice my skills?”
By ‘practice skills,’ he meant killing.
He possessed the memories of that assassin Makoto, proficient in various killing techniques and experiences.
However, memories, experience, and techniques alone couldn’t truly make him powerful.
He lacked the most crucial element: temperament.
Temperament was something one had to cultivate oneself.
A true powerhouse had to kill with their own hands!
You couldn’t raise a peerless master deep in the remote mountains!
“Nineteen ninety-nine?”
“Let me think…
seems like the Chechen War is almost over?”
“Tempering oneself on the battlefield is fast, but it’s also easy to crash and burn.
Too many variables.
Straight pass.”
“With my current physique, I can probably block pistol bullets, but definitely not missiles.”
After much deliberation, Makoto decided to go seek revenge on the Ranger Organization.
When picking fruit, choose the soft ones!
…
Late at night, a sleeping Kei was nudged awake.
“Cheng…?”
In her groggy state, she made out the man’s face drawing closer and caught a strange scent on him.
That scent…
smelled like blood?
“Kei, I want you again.”
“Huh?
Eh—Eh-eh!?”
Kei’s thoughts were still muddled, not immediately processing his words, but her body responded in kind.
The girl subconsciously parted her lips, welcoming her boyfriend’s late-night kiss.
Somehow, it felt like Makoto-kun was very excited right now?