Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

Don't make footsteps, be most alert to your surroundings, but the speed at which you run is top speed. Agents of non-existent institutions - Allen was tracking the fugitive Weiss at an incredible rate.

Apparently, it's headed to the location where the facility's power relations are installed, and various pipes and electronics, large and small, can be seen in the hallway.

and, at that time, something inadvertently cautious appeared in Allen's sight. It is an ultra-fine wire that has been installed to keep it out of sight on the path. It would be a simple trap.

Allen didn't change her complexion, she didn't slow down, she jumped against the wall. And when you go up near the ceiling with the triangle jump procedure, you hook your hand on one of the pipes and jump big over the wire with the pendulum procedure.

It's a slightly excessive jump over a single wire, but in fact that wire was bluff and the infrared type trap was planted ahead of the jump, so it turned out to be the right one. Allen's years of experience have made him an aggressive judge.

"It would be easier if I could run the ceiling like him!!

"Shit. I don't know if I'm gonna react to this, but I think it's enough of a monster."

Weiss, who was hiding in the shadows, fired at Allen's landing moment. But Allen was reading that too, and lay down on the floor snagging at the same time as landing, so the bullet vaguely ends up passing over his head.

As he lay asleep, Allen's bullet, pulling the trigger without a time lag, approaches Weiss as a counter. Weiss says, "Whoa!?" He leaks his voice, but succeeds in avoiding it by hiding himself with a cockroach-like quickness.

"Eat this!

"I'm not stupid in a place like this!?

Weiss threw the grenade with his anger. What are you thinking about throwing a bomb in such a narrow place, and in a place where pipes are dense that you don't even know what they're going through! and Allen, who bounced off in an evil state, aiming with both hands from a knee-standing state.

The bullet thus unleashed shot through a grenade that was in the universe aimlessly and exploded halfway between Weiss and Allen. Rolling into the end of the aisle at the same time as the shooting, Allen, wearing a coat from his head with bulletproof blade-resistant impact resistance, tried to snipe Weiss while still eating his teeth at a level of impact that he felt painful enough.

"Yikes!?

"Light upon thee, huh?

At the foot of the colon rolling "it" pulled my cheeks. Immediately afterwards, there is a raging light.

Weiss, who trusted Allen in a way and expected the grenade he threw to be shot down, was throwing in a flash van at about the same time.

The hand held grenades and flash vans are now the last. Both the double trap and the grenade were fabric stones here to deprive Allen of his vision.

As the light began to subside, Weiss sent a machine gun bullet to where Allen was. No hesitation, no forgiveness, flowing tactics brought about by overwhelming combat experience. With this I have done no evil and have returned many of the police, agents, who came to capture me, and have therefore been the target of J-D institutions.

Even from the agent of that J-D engine, he's allowed to escape once, so, contrary to that light attitude, strength comes with origami.

Most of all, if that's how easy it is for a man among J.D. to be nominated to serve beside the head of the National Security Agency,

Tantang.

"Huh!? Damn."

Two gunshots sounded, while Weiss' machine gun blew up. It would be just luck they didn't even take it to their fingers.

Weiss, who just pulled out his handgun, tries to fire. but appeared in a space where the flash had subsided. And he groaned with an unpleasant look, "That's right.

"You have seven tools for spies, don't you? We are a non-existent institution, but the people we belong to are romance believers."

That's what I said and held it in my hand - Allen gently shook the coat that was hardening and taking the bullet like a shield. Inside, he said, "That one sucked!" and dashing cold sweat, but hiding it with the usual hellish smile.

"Real O07 don't give a shit. No way, seriously, developers wouldn't be named Q, would they?

"... in No Comments"

"Is that a Q!? You're kidding me too much about your institution!

"No, with no comment"

We pulled the trigger at the same time as we put each other in a mess and scratch like performers. They take each other's lives so that they flow in a joking conversation. Black communication between hand-worked mercenaries and leading assassins.

After all, they seemed to predict each other's actions, and the bullet passes by plundering the two half-baked cheeks.

Allen stuck his coat all at once instead of his shield. Not so wide of a passage, the shield bash in a large, hardened coat is inevitable.

visionary of the future to be defeated, Weiss - on the contrary, stepped forward. Turn your back here and you'll definitely end up shot. We decided that the only way out was before.

Weiss slid close to making contact with Allen. Allen waves his shield down that there's no way to allow that to happen - just before, Weiss fired straight into the ceiling.

"Huh."

The bouncing bullet hits the ceiling pipe, bouncing intricately and returning to the ground. Allen lashes out his coat shield to prevent bouncing. At that moment, Weiss slips past the floor… trying to prune Allen's legs with a knife he pulls out as

Allen took that knife with a pair of shoes with metal plates and threw the coat away while simultaneously supporting one hand and swinging through the reverse leg. There's a machining knife popping out of the tip of that reverse foot shoe.

Weiss takes it in the barrel, while adding it to the gliding momentum and leaving between kicks. Point the muzzle at Allen while standing on his knees as he rotates. Allen is also pointing the gun at the mouth in a kneeling position,

"Time to die, dog of the country"

"Time to die, mercenary"

One beat.

Tantang, Tantang.

We put bullets at each other from close range. Most importantly, Allen's gun is subtly deflected with a Weiss knife on it, and Weiss's gun is also deflected by the telescopic special baton that Allen was taking out at some point, ending up plundering each other's cheeks.

Jakot, it was at the same time that I made that noise and the bullet ran out. When Weiss swings through the knife on his left hand, he makes it look like it, throwing it to his right hand on the way. The left hand grabs Allen's baton as it is, and a knife gripped to be sucked in presses to slit Allen's throat.

Allen stepped in low as she crawled through the ground when she threw the baton away lightly, grabbing that collar as she dodged Weiss' murder blade. And invert. Jump up the vise you put on your hips.

Throwed away by so-called back-to-back throwing procedures, Weiss is slapped from his back to the floor as it is, "haha," he exhales the air in his lungs.

"Hey, it's over."

"Well, you know what?"

Allen, who pulled out a spare gun, shoved a muzzle at Weiss' forehead. At the same time, Weiss slaps lightly in the face and pushes the button on the watch.

In a moment, a roar and blast blew behind Allen's back. That slightly bumps Allen's muzzle and the bullet hits him because Weiss shook his head.

A bouncing vise dashes into the nearest door. Allen fires a quick shot, but Allen's coat blocked the bullet as Weiss jumped with his leg as he passed by. Still, he can't dodge everything, and Weiss seems to have eaten a bullet in his shoulder, but he opens the door and jumps in by the body without worrying.

"Absolutely, what a shame. You can also snort that J got away with it."

Allen immediately follows with a bitter look at the escaped lapse.

Stick to the door and slowly peek into your face. As soon as possible, rain and pouring bullet storms. Apparently, there was a spare machine gun. Perhaps you keep your weapons all over the escape route because it's about careful Weiss.

Allen pulls the magazine out of his gun and checks the rest of the bullets. Only a few bullets remain. There is one more magazine in the holster at the waist.

"Ha, did you use a little too much in the first half of Berserk"

Replace the magazine with a new one while laughing bitterly, causing the magazine to be in use. And I pulled the pin out of the clock and dropped it on the floor. As soon as possible, a wormy little leg pops out of the pin.

Allen halved the clock's rotary bezel around the half-hour clock. As soon as possible, the wind protection part becomes a display, showing footage of the floor and horizontal.

"One of our pride dishes in Real Q. Look at that."

The little metal bug advanced to Weiss, who was moving his feet and shooting machine guns in as he repeatedly provoked something. Allen looks at the display of the clock while rotating the bezel to manipulate the worm.

That's how it seemed, Weiss' foot. I laughed nigga, Allen, but it's still a cockroach-like Weiss there. Attention at the foot with Allen about to push the button in. Find some weird legged metal to drag your cheeks down.

The next moment, a do-on explosion sounded and the gunfire stopped.

Allen does not loosen his guard and enters the room with his gun in place. It was a big room. It is blown out at a height up to about the second floor, and there are also upstairs sections made of gold mesh type floors. It was a room where many power-related machines were placed.

As he broke in, he saw a pipe that broke and erupted white smoke on the way to the shattered machine. For a moment, Allen was wary that it was a toxic gas, but there was no warning reaction to the airborne components displayed on the clock.

Turning on the hit that it would be just steam, Allen pointed a bah at the gunpoint in the shade of the signs as she bypassed the white smoke.

"Wow, wanker. Well, that's against the rules, isn't it?

"It's a power because you're a wanker in the country. Wouldn't have been bad, would it?

"Shit, this is why I hate Elite Boy."

To Weiss slapping lightly, Allen also returns lightly with the muzzle pointed at him again. But those eyes didn't even have the greatest vigilance without alarm. That should be it, too. Weiss had a big flank and was already fatally injured. It would be about a few minutes of life with it.

Weiss, sitting still against the wall spitting blood, took out the cigarette with his trembling hands. Allen tries to pull the trigger without a problem,

"Hey, wanker. Hydra's... you want information?

"... no, nothing?

"Really? This time, it's the dictatorship of the bastards of Caissis... Hydra, in Hydra, has another plan… You know... it's not gonna hurt, is it?

Indeed, the [Berserk case] was carried out arbitrarily and exclusively by Caissis in return for Hydra's executives. And in Caseys' data, there was no big Hydra plan to take place nearby. If Hydra is in the process of doing something else, that's something you should know.

Therefore, Allen's finger pulling the trigger loosened slightly. Weiss carries a cigarette to his bloody wet mouth while distorting his mouth with a nymphomaniac. The way you exhale purple smoke looking delicious doesn't look like death has been confirmed.

"Why are you talking to me?

"Harassment. It doesn't fit this well... they turned the job around, you know."

Allen showed a slight glimpse and urged him to continue with a beat, gaze.

Weiss' eyes are already losing light and his voice is small. It's a bossy, whining voice, and it's terribly hard to hear in a space where the sound of steam erupting. I had no choice but to turn myself over to Weiss.

Of course, this is the trap, and I expect that the moment I get close, the opponent will knife and take out the gun. Still confident in the speed of the reaction, Allen approached with the utmost vigilance, deciding that he was surely faster in this situation.

"So... Hydra, next time..."

"If you're going to die anyway, stay calm. I can't hear you."

"This guy is tough...... But hey, that's it, if it's close enough... Enough?

Shortly after, Weiss' hands jumped. of speed that I don't think is half dead. It grabs both of Allen's wrists in an instant. Most importantly, Allen was cool. The reaction was slightly delayed due to maximum vigilance in getting the gun and knife out, but nothing wrong with just being grabbed.

Allen kicked Weiss' belly up as he put the planting knife out of his shoe. Weiss throws up blood and lifts his body.

but something unexpected happened here. Weiss' grip, which was supposed to blow away with the blow of a halt, increased even more when he was dying. I'm not letting you go with Allen's arm grabbed like a magnet.

"Oh, is that the idiotic power of a fire place!

"Hiccup, you're on your own."

A kick that gets beat up in a row. The ribs are shattered and the implanted knife is torn apart from the stomach and even penetrated into the heart. But Weiss won't die. The pressure on the grabbed arm is increasing!

"No way, that was just a cigarette"

"Dae-jung, get it! Don't let your head go for it."

As long as you hold both hands, Allen has no way of smashing your head. Too close a distance seals the destruction with your feet.

Allen flips the gun like a trick just at his fingertips. I trigger my pinkie finger and aim at Weiss' head with a gun in an upside down state, but the force of my even stronger arm doesn't allow for an exact aim. A strong knifed kick is knocked in continuously, but the wound is lifting white smoke and gradually starting to regenerate.

"Ha ha, I miss you, huh? Journey into the afterlife, stay with me for a while."

"This. Let go of me."

Let's get bloody wet, miserable Weiss. [Berserk], lumped in cigarettes, is stained in the contents; therefore, after swallowing the fruit, chopped a thousand bites, while pretending to smoke, it stains out a little bit and transforms Weiss.

It is a slow change, but therefore has the advantage of not being able to determine that it will be Berserked immediately, while at the same time it has the disadvantage that if you are shot in the head at the halfway stage before it is completely Berserked, it will be completely over.

That's why Weiss sealed Allen's hands.

Allen rolls out a stormy leg shot at Weiss, who has finally begun to transform in front of him, just as he reveals his impatience. But Weiss' ability to regenerate was also accelerating, and the wound he had already stabbed first had healed.

"Gu."

"Well, I'll see you over there. Wanker."

Weiss' mad-filled words pierce Allen as he groans at his powerful arms until he is about to break under pressure. Shortly after, a growl rose from Weiss. The muscles become enlarged and the wounds become blocked at a tremendous rate.

"Nah nah nah nah"

Along with a feeling of tearing that never happened, Allen slammed a fierce kick into Weiss' abdomen as he pulled up both arms. The raised body of Weiss immediately falls, but before doing so, Allen slips his body into the floor and puts Weiss' body on his raised leg. And I bounced my legs up as far as I could as I pulled my hands.

In the so-called bar throwing procedure, Weiss' body in transformation is inverted. Fly on your back on the other side. Still, Weiss' hands didn't let Allen go, but the inverted Weiss is on Allen's rays.

Allen pulled the trigger continuously, spinning the gun around again just at his fingertips. I didn't get to aim for the head, but still enough to decide on the shoulder. Was it a good hit, one hand off Allen?

When Allen got up quickly, he fired at the muscles of his wild, fattened arm grabbing the other hand. The moment his hand came off, he tried to roll and distance himself, while aiming at Weiss' head and firing.

but even more unexpected things happen here.

"Become!? Avoid!?

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!

Yes, I avoided it. Berserk. Seeing the impending bullet, leaping over.

Berserk is a chunk of instinct. I would do anything to the extent of shielding the weakness of the head with my arms, but basically a swine rush. I only go into that physical potential and super regenerative letting. Until now, there has been no Berserk to take "evasive action."

"Chip, he's a pain in the ass even if he's Berserk!

When Allen takes out the throwing knife, he releases it aiming at Vice. So the minute I dodged him, I thought I'd shoot him in the head. But again, this Berserk - Berserk Weiss is not normal.

Now he slammed down the knife that had been thrown. Moreover, there is no point in sticking it in, and he is roaring and staring at Allen as he drops his hips as deep as a beast.

Yes, as if you were watching how Allen came out.

"Hey, hey... that's a different story! I'm not kidding about Berserk being able to fight.

Allen burst into tears. Fire a bullet at the same time. Berserk advanced with a tremendous step as soon as Allen pointed the gun at him. Most importantly, the progression was not the same pig progression as the previous Berserk, but a counterlike progression against a bullet with evasive behavior, which lowered its posture in an instant.

"Seriously, give me a break"

Now Allen flies over. Berserk Weiss' fist pierced where he was until a moment ago, and a crater could be made on the concrete floor.

Allen fires more shots in a one-handed upside down state from flanking. Approaching the head with horrible accuracy, Berserk Weiss still had his arms up as if he had known from the beginning, and the bullet had been held in its arms.

Berserk Weiss grabbed the broken pipe nearby as he roared, pulling a thousand pieces at his disposal and throwing it at Allen.

"Oh, no."

Roll to snap to the ground with a pitiful scream and somehow succeed in avoiding it. But Allen's expression is drawn to the fact that Berserk used the tools in a warlike fashion.

and, at that time, at the edge of Allen's vision, a light machine gun was seen falling. Probably what Weiss was using, which was blown away by a small bug bomb. Allen pulled the trigger toward Berserk Weiss, who was bent on advancing as he jumped with a flimsy face.

Dadda, dadda, dadda, dadda, a bunch of bullets assault Berserk Weiss.

"Gah."

"I knew I was avoiding it! Oh, yeah."

Berserk Weiss ran straight out to the side as Allen pulled the trigger. He then runs around to circle around Allen, sometimes utilizing obstacles.

It sounded guttural and the light machine gun showed a bullet run out. Allen's face fades.

Berserk Weiss turned to the offense at a time as if he were aiming for a moment of bullet loss. Don't even shoot the cannon. Sound the stepping noise and approach Allen.

"Come on, come on."

When Allen took the small cylinder out of the buckle of his belt, he shot it into the pillar of the upstairs section. At the same time as the wire stretches and the tight and sticky tip is fixed, if you press the button on the buckle, it winds up all at once and Allen flies out into the air.

Below it, with a single hair, Berserk Weiss passed by. With the momentum crushing some kind of machine to pieces of wood dust.

"I'm not kidding. Where is the chunk of instinct! I can't believe Berserk is used to fighting like this..."

Allen, who sweats cold as he evacuates into the air, speculated in his own words. Up until now, Berserk has been basically just a bunch of people, or somewhat accustomed to rough things. So if you follow your instincts, swine rush was the natural course of action.

But what if a first-rate combatant who is so used to combat that his body moves on an unconscious level, whether reading the machine of attack or taking optimal evasive action, Berserks? Will he become a monster of swine rush, just like the average man, as the skill of combat is so unconsciously engraved that he loses his reason?

The answer, maybe, is Berserk Weiss in front of you. A hand-worked mercenary who even interacts with the highest ranking agents more than each other, as a result of Berserk. Of course, it's just a guess, though there may be other factors.

"Ha, this could seriously suck if they convert weapons"

Allen shrugged unexpectedly about that, but her face strained immediately. Berserk Weiss is trying to lift a piece of equipment that looks like an automobile while pulling a thousand pieces of fixture.

The reason for this is obvious.

"Oh, no, no, no, no."

It was at the same time that Allen operated the buckle, disconnected the wire and fell to the ground, and the automotive-sized equipment blew up. Along with the roar, the equipment that grinds the columns on which Allen was fixing the wire and also destroys the passage of the upstairs part as it was.

Allen takes a passive and lands, but naturally, Berserk Weiss couldn't have missed that gap, and when Allen regained his posture, a fist like the one that was already looming.

"Ha."

All Allen could do was guard it with both arms, while making it a little less powerful with all the backsteps he could. When he flies horizontally with the ground and sticks it out of his back into the machine behind him, he doesn't even leak a scream into too many shocks, and as he drifts, he sits down slipping off.

Kaha, there was blood mixed in the breath that I finally spit out. He hurt his gut. Both arms are slowly lowered and bent at strange angles.

But still alive. On the contrary, it will be thanks to the shock offsetting and passivity at the divine level that we are able to remain conscious and see Berserk Weiss slowly walking over.

"Ahhh...... Ho ho. Really, it won't go out of style.... Isn't buying enough time? Abyss Gate ~ Hmm, even if it's time to rush... hey, that's fine."

I call for help in a non-tense voice, grinning bitterly at my body, which doesn't even respond to Pickle on impact. but Allen also knew. Stuffed.

Berserk Weiss is getting there right away. No heart, is it because of your mind that you seem to mock Allen?

Allen has always embraced death in his role. Therefore, there is no fear. However, if you have any remainder of your heart...

"Finally, about once. I wanted to have a date with a super beautiful woman or a beautiful girl"

How can Jame-O Bond be so hot and not himself when he's the same agent? Mindless...... So grumbling Allen.

Berserk Weiss' fist was swung up. And on the verge of being swayed down,

Shoot him.

One order. A storm of bullets struck Berserk Weiss. Concentrated fire from all directions, Berserk Weiss accidentally throws himself into the gap of the machine and dodges it.

"Chip. Couldn't you finish with the first shot? I don't give a shit. Hey, Allen, what's that Berserk?

That said, I jumped other equipment from the upstairs aisle onto the scaffold because

"Ba, Mr. Bernard!

"Whoa, you're fucked up, Allen. You wouldn't be taking a splash, would you?

Yes, it was that Bernard who assaulted me from upstairs, showcasing a hell of a move called Fast Architecture of Death Flags!

Apparently, he came to the rescue after diving through that dead place. With an instant hair, saved as if it were a heroine in the story, Allen told Bernard, with an invincible grin, as she felt gushing in her heart.

"Incredible, with a change"

"Too bad. Have you already Berserked?"

Jacob, Bernard's muzzle locks on Allen's forehead. I panicked and said, "It's a lie, it's a lie! I'm not a beautiful woman, but I'm glad you're here to help!" Allen excuses.

Bernard wakes up to a full-bodied, yet mouthless agent with a frightened face.

"Uh, that helped. Mr. Bernard. But he's a little really shitty."

"No, you'll be fine"

It was Allen urging the unusual Berserk Weiss to be vigilant, but Bernard said it was blatant. To his surprise Allen, Bernard opened his mouth with a bitter laugh.

"We're here. There's no way he's not here, is there?

"Ah. Oh, right. Ha, that really helped......"

Shortly after, Berserk Weiss jumped out of the shadows with the awesome shock sound of Gobbaaatz. However, not by itself, but with the black swirling sphere in his palm, Kosuke protruded it like a palm bottom - no, in the form of being blown away by Sir Abysgate.

"I have received information from the main unit. You've been an outsider for a long time. - Don't think you're gonna die easy."

As he walked out slowly, Sir stood angry in his eyes and pulled out a two-knife knife. One sword wraps around pale flames, and one sword wraps around a diamond-dust-like brilliance. Ultra-high fever melting knife "Fire Dragon Teeth" and absolute zero degree ice knife that pairs "Frozen Dragon Teeth".

Berserk Weiss rises with a roar and throws pipes and equipment at Sir.

Sir stepped in. Shortly afterwards, he jumps and kicks a ton of flying pipes as he rotates. Then he kicked in the equipment and fragments that flew in one after the other and pushed straight to Berserk Weiss.

Berserk Weiss feels threatened or tries to dodge it directly beside him. But...

"Where are you going?

That word arrived. straight from the side I tried to dodge. At the same time, the appearance of the imminent Sir disappears loosely. It had already been replaced with a phantom during the leap by the skill "Wood Leaf Dance".

Dauntingly, Berserk Weiss waves his fist. Crushing the enemy, Marutai-like arms were rammed in like shells. And flew through the universe. When the arm is twirled with the tip dissolved from the elbow.

Painless, Berserk Weiss fires even a deadly blow with the opposite hand, but no longer looks like a target. And he was grabbed on one knee with gakkung. One leg had been slashed and ice marinated, but for that reason.

Sir Berserk Weiss' arm was slashed off while diving from his blind spot to his back, and he swung through his "frozen dragon teeth." The ice blade, thinly formed to the extreme, is already single-molecular. And the wrapping cold air freezes the subject in an instant.

"Ahhhhhhh"

"Who said I could bark?

It was Berserk Weiss, who stood on one knee but unleashed his back fist, but his body inclined slowly against his will. Flying through space is an arm with a back fist. It's the other leg that's rolling.

Having lost limbs, Berserk Weiss begins to regenerate his hands and feet with super regeneration activated. but shortly after it began to grow, the two swordsworn little machetes again slashed their hands and feet off.

The rest is work. Playback is slashed before it is restored, and the limb defect condition cannot be removed. Even if you let your torso jump and try to get a distance, the black swirling sphere presses over it and holds it down with super weight, so it won't even move.

"Play as much as you want? Fine. Then I'll hang out with you till you die. Play as much as you like and back as much as you like. Until the end comes."

Both arms of Sir Xia Mu. The limbs of Berserk Weiss, who dances the universe every time. Originally, the amount of [Berserk] that can be planted in the cigarette is probably just fine.

Berserk Weiss, who persisted and whose instincts differed from those of the rest of Berserk, eventually greeted him with something other than madness in his eyes. The rate of regeneration drops sharply, and the spraying white smoke decreases momentum.

Here comes the limit of regeneration.

Gradually contracting flesh. Nonetheless, during death, the withered Weiss regains consciousness.

"Damn. No, no, no, no, no."

Even at a time like this, I won't get rid of evil and light mouths, Weiss. The eyes were filled with disgusting colors, no matter how much you shake them, but don't give them the reactions or words you want.

Die without a few seconds anyway. Instead, I'll spit out one of the cursed words. The eagle grabbed the head of Weiss, who opened his mouth with such intent. And what was removed was a threaded five-circle jade crystal.

"One moment is enough to give you regret and despair."

"Whatever you do - whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa"

A scream echoes beyond hearing. That is the undisputed voice of regret and despair. Weiss screamed and let its flesh dry completely to decay.

"Come on, come on. Abby, what the hell did you do?

"Ha. I don't want to hear..."

Bernard accompanied his men and asked as he lent Allen his shoulder. Both my men have a tear-free, convulsive look. Allen doesn't like to hear it, but he can't even block his ears because his arms are broken while he can't move properly.

To those Bernards, Sir said with a good look that chest feces were bad.

"I just had a nightmare. I had a nightmare that the deceased would eat me alive. Incredible, about a hundred brain conversions"

……

I shouldn't have asked. The Bernards held the same sentiment silently.

And, Sir accidentally raised his face. To the Bernards, who ask them with their gaze what is the matter, the Lord says.

"Apparently we need to head to cover the main unit. Bernard. And then, please."

"Copy that. I don't know what's going on, but I got this one. Not one of the rest of the crew will escape."

Sir, who nodded at Bernard's words, disappears in boffoon smoke.

Shortly afterwards, a severe earthquake struck the facility enough to tell from a remote location.

"You're flashy, Abby is. It's awesome."

"I think Mr. Bernard might be able to call him by his nickname."

Bernard, with a Kyoton look on Allen's words, began to give instructions to his men to get back on his mind.