Ippanjin Enpou Yori Kaeru. Mata Hatara Kaneba!

"Ah, ahh...."

The sour, fainted man rolls onto the floor and the clown mask suspect slowly walks out towards the exit door.

I am certainly concerned about the safety of the hostages trapped in one of the rooms in the event hall, but this is only one of them.

According to the "Sign Detection: Small" reaction, the hall next to here and the hall next to it.

And it turns out that there are a lot of people in different venues for fashion shows.

From the cabin, the position was outside the effective range, so the positional relationship was not well understood, but it could be seen if we approached it.

(But what? Where is the snow after all?You're not here, are you?He's so far away from the stern VIP area...It's hard to find.I'd like you to put the hostages together in one piece.It's hard to go to help.)

Well, from the killer's side, it may be Theory who disperses so that it is difficult to come to help.

A suspicious clown sighing under a mask, Shigeru Sugiyama walks out to the door that continues outside.

Without talking to the hostages in particular, when they came and walked out, the hostages, sitting like the sea in front of Moses, split into two beautifully.

However, it was a needle rather than a needle, with a "something bad" gaze pointing out.

(Ugh. The clown mask failed...You're so scared.I wonder if it's a movie or a scene where a macho SWAT agent holds a beautiful dress.)

I was ashamed to expect such a slightly heroic look in front of the doctor and Yumi.

Regrettably, everyone's gaze is not joy or envy, but fear and rejection.

He treated me like a perfectly bad guy.

(Fine, let's get rid of it and go home...I'm sure Macho, the anti-terrorism guy, will be here eventually to help.The guards will join us.)

Beyond the curtains, beyond the seemingly unknown walls, there is an emergency access passage for air conditioning.

The passage is omitted from the crew's confidential onboard map, but only for more sensitive security items.

Once the sailors in the engine room are protected, they will come out of there as well.

"Ah, ahh!

There is a brave man who speaks to the clown wrapped in such a fearful, disgruntled aura. [M]

As soon as his hand touched the door knob, he turned his gaze, and the man holding the camera continued shooting the bush while lighting a red lamp that indicated that he was in REC.

"Nani, Ka?

When you notice that the camera is shooting, and you change your voice more carefully than before, a strange sound like a flipped frog is emitted as a voice.

A cheap name plate hangs on the chest of a man who is forced to smile with his attractive face.

With Hyen's logo and his own name on it, he lowers it from his neck and speaks with the camera on.

"Okay, you came to help me, didn't you?

"Fig. Tada, Abunai, Konoheyani, Itahouga, Ii."

"Yeah, but... That terrorist."

"Cavine, Sugnikul. Sizini, Cita, Gae"

The clown went out with the door open.

I've already confirmed in "Sign Detection: Small" that there's no one out there.

Conversely, the photographer didn't have the guts to go outside where there might be terrorists in the boulders.

"... here, I was scared.Seriously, I was scared.... "

I may be rude, but standing in front of that clown was more intimidating than being threatened by terrorists.

You came to help me.

"Damn it!Isn't that a different story!?Shouldn't the invaders be getting close!?

Security, security room, conqueror!Answer me! "

Naturally, the members of True Blue had firearms in the room where the hostages were gathered.

Until the sudden disappearance of the lights on board the ship and the re-lighting of the emergency lights, contact the unit that was controlling the security room that was supposed to hold the electrical system on board by radio.

But I couldn't stop calling.

I have never heard back.

Hey, what's going on with the other teams!?Anything I haven't heard from you before!?

Contacts for confirmation of the situation are made from various places so as to be able to stand up.

That's where I remember.

There has been a lack of response from some units, including security.

Ugh! Engine room in Funabura!!I haven't heard back from you!!

Ha!? Engine room, engine room!Can you hear me?

I noticed and contacted the place where I haven't heard from for more than 5 minutes.

The moment there were signs of a rough radio connection, the member who was checking the phone shouted.

Next door, enemies!He was an intruder!

What!?

"Hyi!!

The hostages shrinking in surprise at the annoying sound of the dungeons screaming.

None of the conversations so far have been in Japanese.

Some speak English while others speak Spanish.

Even the few hostages who don't know the current situation and can understand the yelling sound of science only feel anxiety on the part of the culprit because the lights were dropped once.

At such a time, there was something that reached its limit.

"Uhhhhhhh!!!!"

A boy of his age is wondering if he will become an elementary school student dressed in beautiful clothes.

They must have brought him to a party on board.

A child of that age, frightened by the sudden arrival of terrorists, suddenly ruptures the feelings he endured.

I knew the adults around me were twitching, but the man who would be his father was desperately holding him and stroking his back and head to calm him down.

Instead, I could praise you for enduring so much.

"Damaracello!!! Nakuna, Konoko, Ga!!

"Makoto! Be quiet, it's okay, it's okay!!

"Uhhhhhh!!!!

You must have felt the anxiety of your father desperately trying to stop him from crying.

Children of this age are very sensitive to the emotions around them.

Everyone felt scared, scared, and helpless.

"Damale, toytazo!!!!

A masked man beats his father desperately trying to protect a boy named Makoto.

Still, the father fell trying to protect the child, but he hugged the boy and didn't let go.

And set fire to the fuse of emotion that comes from the terrorists' inability to spare.

"Goddamn it!!

What the hell!

I kicked my father's face with a hard toe.

The father, who was kicked in the nose, bent his nose and bled out a lot.

I still kick my father twice and three times before he leaves the child.

If you get a serious kick like that on a boulder, your father will let go of your child.

Of course, the hostages around you are also disturbed.

However, several hostages who tried to resist were pulled back by the muzzle of a man's automatic small gun that turned to the support of the kicked man.

"Koi, kid!!

"Ah, it hurts! It hurts!!

As he grabbed the boy's hair, which had been set up for the day, he dragged it by force.

Dragging the boy out in front of the camera, he says to the photographer.

"Koiznoatama, Utsse"

"Eh, eh!?

Kacha, point the gun at the boy's head.

Everyone understood the intention instantly.

Not only the hostages, but also the killer.

"Hey, are you crazy!?

Let me know the journey once.Besides, the presence of enemies means that they ignored our demands.I need you to take responsibility for that. "

"Ah, you guys!He's a kid!?Don't point that at me!

Adults who are too horny to endure the act speak up.

There were all kinds of hostages, such as the one lying down, the one chewing his lips, but the words were the sum of all of them.

Shooting a child is too far off the road.

I heard that the Japanese are a peace bokeh, but not so far.The essence of terrorism is to spread through the flow of more sensory footage and information.It's convenient for the weak to complain to the viewer when they are trampled.The opponent's resistance will also step on two feet. "

He doesn't look like he's hiding behind a mask, but he runs blues on the forehead of a man who grabs his child's head with frustration.

I'm losing my coolness, but I still know I need to shoot someone.

If a request in the name of a promise is unacceptable, we need to know which is the upper position.

"... do it.I'll keep you posted.

Hmm...... A coward. "

When?

It was when I did this that I couldn't feel the waves in my mind.

He must have lost something somewhere in the old days.

I feel like these noisy Japanese people raise their voices.

I know I'm broken, but I don't think it's too bad.

But the feelings of pity and remorse for it are already worn out.

"Nihonjindomo, Korega, Genjitsuda!!

Slowly rearranged muzzles point towards Makoto.

Automatically switched footage was now flowing across the country.

At this moment, many high-end viewers couldn't stand it and disconnected.

Yes, everyone was ready to blow Makoto's head off at this moment.

But I'm sure. That's when it happens.

No, that's why I'm here.

It is only the moment when everyone gives up, mourns, looks up to heaven and finds out that they do not reach God or Buddha, but offers sincere prayers.

The wish will arrive.

Dogaaaan!!

With surprise, everyone's eyes turned towards the sound of the hall entrance door.

Naturally, the terrorists are looking at it and pointing their guns at it.

And the muzzle that was pointing at Makoto's head.

Naturally, I was prepared to lock the door and expect a raider from the next room to come.

The member aiming at the door was ready to break into the enemy at any moment.

However, it is only a response to events that can occur within ordinary common sense.

Instead of a key, we do not assume a pattern in which enemies "blow away" every hinge.

It makes sense that if you blow the door, there will be explosives, and if you do, there will be no one "at the same time" as the blast.

But "it" just came into the room, wondering if he knew the reason.

Nah, nah, nah!Bluuuuuu!!?

A "clown" staring at a terrorist who let Makoto go and instinctively tried to hold a gun with both hands.

Fly a few meters out of the door with the sound of an explosion and shrink instantly to zero.

Yes, the moment I saw the clown coming in, I had a sharp and severe pain around the base of my right arm on the trigger side.

The moment the surrounding scenery felt like slow motion, I noticed that my arm was being hit by clown white gloves.

The biological mystery of the brain itself feeling a crisis and incorporating information at an unprecedented processing speed conveyed to terrorists the sight of its arms slowly and slowly crushing and deforming.

And the mystery suddenly cuts.

I'm so glad to hear it!!

A clown man in a suit stood beside a crying makoto as everyone breathed out of consternation and vomited again.

The terrorists of the past have been blown away and plunged into the middle of the wall.

Cancer, cancer, cancer...

The sound of the door rolling to the floor, blown away by a moment of silence, was blocked.

The sound slowly calms down.

Ugh, shoot!!!

The sober terrorists, the first to regain control, clearly order a simultaneous shooting at the enemy clown.

The hostages crawled all at once to the ground and raised their voices screaming to hide themselves from the rays.

Clown wraps Makoto in his own body and rushes to the corner of the room at an unlikely rate.

Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap!!!

The terrorists mercilessly attacked a clown that ran away while being shot at the corner of a room that did not receive emergency lights.

Expensive carpets are fired and knitted threads are thrown into the air.

Each shot down at once, and bullet marks were clearly engraved on the pure white wall in the corner of the room.

A clown stood up in the rain of bullets that would definitely have killed the lion or the heavily armed anti-terrorist operative.

At its feet, crushed bullets resemble fallen leaves flowing into the gutter.

Makoto was hugging her with a clown on her leg.

However, he was wearing a "shield as if he had seen it somewhere" on his left hand, which left a clear mark on the bullet.

There is no doubt that such a thing has never been anywhere before.

"Okay, it's okay.You can rest assured now. "

Clown strokes Makoto's head with his right hand.

When Makoto's strength relaxes a little, Makoto's hand leaves the embraced foot.

The clown took one step forward to cover Makoto's back.

"Thomalet!!Ugokuna!!!

Together with a single word of Japanese, the muzzle captures clowns at once.

The clown frustrated his neck and hung his right hand on the clown mask.

"Damn, you're making a kid cry and making him look great?

The voice was so small that only Makoto could hear it.

But Makoto knew that he was angry.

This clown said he was very angry.

"These outsiders.I'm going to spend the rest of my life in prison... "

And his right hand, which is folded over his face, is shaken to grasp something.

In that space, where nothing was supposed to happen, something black flipped and wrapped the clown's body in a spherical shape.

The spear was grabbed by his right hand while the rustling and the black thing were making a sound.

As such, terrorists forget themselves for a moment.

Not only the killer, but also the hostage was stunned, and the cloth fitted into the back of the man who was a clown.

The black sphere emerged from the armor and helmet that I saw recently.

The shield and the spear you just saw.

Boom!!

A spear shook at a speed that could not even see the remnants made everyone in the room hear the sound of the air roaring.

The photographer in this room grasped "him" from the front, even though his legs were stiff.

"Hi, I was a hero...!!

A slightly pleasant mixed makoto voice sounded over the back of the cape.

Besides, he smiles bitterly.

"Come, you. No, why!?

The terrorists asked me in my native language.

I'm sure the terrorists know.

About the man in front of you.

Legends of Cleopatra, Seajack case demanding ransom.

The terrorists, the Japanese government in turn, are advancing to this horrible playground.

The moment the "Knight of Light Speed" clapped his token in the middle of this stupid playboard, making a high-pitched sound from outside the board.

And all the viewers watching Heinen shouted at once.

"I was a knight, ahhh!!!!