Kikanshita Yuusha no Gojitsudan

Me tailing a suspicious man who jumped out of an alley.

I feel like a detective or a protagonist in a spy movie. Never think of it as a stalker or anything.

Of course, the magic of 'perception inhibition' is being developed so that it is not noticed or questioned by those around it.

However, the other thing we need to be aware of is surveillance cameras.

England is a famous surveillance power. An estimated 8 million security cameras are installed by public authorities throughout the UK (6 million according to official information), and this third is concentrated in London. More than 10 million cameras in the city alone, including those installed by private companies and individuals, are apparently speculating in shooting day and night.

Do you think that at least the people who live in London are filmed 300 times a day on average?

So I'm tailing him about 200 meters away from the guy plenty so he doesn't have a problem getting shot.

Normally, there's no way I can tail you if you're that far away, but that's the quality of the valiant back home. I didn't have to worry about being scattered because I magically punched in the marker when I got close enough to be touched just for a moment ahead of the man in the direction of his progress.

That's how you tail him for half an hour.

The man walked away was the corner where the City of London's financial district, the Stock Exchange and the Bank of England gathered.

There are not many people in that corner at night, and they are quiet in seclusion. That said, there are quite a few cars passing through the street, so somewhere similar to the atmosphere of Tokyo's government district.

A man stops unexpectedly and looks around to be vigilant before entering a single building.

Apparently, the tail has gone so far. I got the man's destination. But just because I figured that out, what are you doing here anyway?

So the next mission is undercover.

You're getting more and more spy movies.

I pass a building with a man in it and enter the alley between the building and the building a few hundred meters away. He quickly checked the location of the surrounding surveillance cameras and the direction they were shooting, and jumped into the alley from where he was blind.

That's how I tour the idea in a dark place without street lights.

I will make a fatal mistake at this time.

I can't even understand why I made that decision later, but I thought it was the best thing to do then.

Probably because of police restraint stress and all sorts of overlaps.

Countless surveillance cameras with a man who haunted the suspicious smell we met at that time.

That's why I thought about it.

'You should know who you are,' he said.

There was a man in the reception room on the fourth floor of the building.

The coat and hat I was wearing were removed, and the mask was also removed, so the appearance was finally clear.

Oriental, a skinny man with a slightly more continental face than Japanese.

It's called witness testimony, it's called the smell that was staining your body, almost certainly the guy who threw explosives into the trash at the demo rally place.

I wonder why you weren't wearing a hat or mask then, maybe, but there were a lot of police officers patrolling around the demo venue, so you didn't disguise yourself the other way around so you wouldn't be suspicious.

The man is poorly swayed looking frustrated as he sits on the couch. He repeatedly stood up from time to time and walked around the room with a urchin and sat down again.

How do you know so much about a man?

Because I'm right in front of you.

Naturally, the magic of "perception inhibition" is in excellent operation.

I walked into an alley that was a blind spot for surveillance cameras, dressed up, and I flew magically across the sky to be dispersed in the darkness of the night.

The reason is simple, I'm not shooting surveillance cameras toward the sky.

Mm, landing on the roof of the building where the man went in. I was trying to figure out what to do from there, but luckily, the door on the roof wasn't locked, so I broke in as I was.

By the marker, we know where the man is, so we move with continued cognitive inhibition.

Security cameras were also installed everywhere in the building, but the camera's shooting range was cut through with a full dash. If the guards were watching it on a monitor or something, it should have only been on for a moment, and I don't think that's going to tell if it's a person. Maybe.

That's how when I got to the room where the man was, I slipped through the door gap because the woman I was seen visiting was about to enter the room to get a drink in.

In the absence of movement, no, the man is moving around, but waiting often.

I honestly got tired of watching a guy move like a stressful zoo bear, too, but after waiting about twenty minutes, an earlier woman finally came to get the guy.

And the man who moves again and me who keeps following the signs away.

It was a conference room on the same floor that I was shown.

'And if you'll excuse me. It's Von.'

I'm unusual and nervous after hitting it with what was frustrating earlier, or the guy who enters the room with a freaked out look.

Apparently, the restless behavior earlier was also a reversal of the tension.

"Uhm. Thank you for your hard work."

'Yes, no, I'm sorry that I didn't get satisfactory results when you had corner tools available...'

'I don't care. It wasn't originally about killing people, it was about the fact that a bomb attack took place at a demonstration rally. You did a good job. "

The room looked like a conference room as expected, lined with several long desks and office chairs, with several men and women seated there. And there are a few other guards or SP-like people standing on the wall.

Among those seated, the strength falls out of the man's shoulder whether the tension was removed by the old man sitting in the center responding with a gentle voice.

'Right. Well, if there were about a few dead people, we could have induced more public opinion, but it would be something like the point of extension'.

'Oh, that's a hard score. Looks like the police haven't even been able to identify the suspect yet, and isn't the phone working well enough?

"Thank you"

The man named Von also calms down and bows his head because the man and woman sitting on the left and right of the old man speak orally but was generally not in blame.

'I'm sorry you kept me waiting. Actually, there was a rat in this building.'

For a moment I thought you meant me, but I can't see the men or the guards noticing my presence.

When I looked at the place the old man showed by squeezing his jaw, there was one human rolling in the back corner of the room. Apparently, there was an intruder separate from me.

You've been assaulted, your face is swollen everywhere, blood seeping through your lips. Apparently he is alive, with a slight groan and a body tied to his rear hand moving from time to time. Is your consciousness blurred or your gaze is faint?

That gaze turns to me blurry.

And suddenly, the focus of my eyes was fixed on me.

Oh, yabba!

In a hurry I gesture with my index finger in front of my face to keep my mouth shut.

It made sense, and the intruder slipped away from me slightly, pretending that nothing had happened.

We've talked about this before, but the magic of 'perception inhibition' doesn't disappear. It prevents the surrounding humans (in some cases demons and beast opponents) from detecting signs and movements and turning their attention away like stones and trees there.

So sometimes when you look around you like you do now, it doesn't work when you're blurry. Also, it's ineffective when you're someone who can detect signs at more than a certain level.

Fortunately, there doesn't seem to be any such people in this, and it's a coincidence they noticed. And for intruders, the situation is now completely packed. The suspicious person who appeared in such a place, the intention that it might trigger the situation, I guess, worked.

"What about the man?

"It's a paparazzi. That's also specializing in political scandal. Because it seemed like I'd been sniffing around for about a month. Now, if we could just get together and show it to them, they'd catch us brilliantly."

Asking about a man whose von is rolling, the man to the right of the old man explains with a laugh at Niyaniya.

Great Britain, known for its gossip lovers, but it doesn't actually seem to be a wide-show show like Japan. Instead, it's mass newspapers and weekly magazines specializing in scandals. If you ask me, it's like Sports Newspapers and Weekly O Spring.

They chase gossip without even looking at the annoyance of their opponents with their cameras in one hand. They are controversial over time for their overdone behavior. The disturbance when the late Lady Diana died is still being told, apparently.

You think Paparazzi sells more than one photo of the scandal to the publisher, and in some cases he gets tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of pounds at a time?

It seems that famous sportsmen and royalty associates are at the centre, but this man feels stiff whether politicians are specialists or rather sinister.

"Chip, it fits right in the trap. Well, I got the grill turned, too. I didn't even think the Conservative Party and Labor Party towns were getting grumpy and terrorizing. Besides, the woman there is rumored to be affiliated with the RIRA."

A rolling paparazzi man throws up hatefully.

But it seems to have some kind of explanatory tone. Sometimes he turns his gaze on me.

"Hmm. Do you still have the energy to speak like that?"

The opposing men take it with an extra look.

Well, I don't care how you look at it. It's a schematic, so I can't help it. But I don't know what to do, I want to explain what a "flag” is now asexually.

"Hey, you're not gonna give me back anyway, are you? It's a custom to ask me what I want to know as a ticket to go to hell in the East. So why don't you answer my question? What, the Great Britain Heavy Town is working with some suspicious civil society to make a bomb attack?

Are you talking about a souvenir from the underworld? Is that a custom?

'Well, it's about keeping your mouth shut. Well, good. Because it's annoying if you stay untrained and become a ghost, let me tell you.

What, it's easy, the exit promoters decided to stop the terrorist incident from leaving the EU. Because it would not be unnatural for Parliament to make a resolution to withdraw if the exits were exposed to criticism.

The people who are originally serious about leaving are just incompetent countrymen. If public opinion leans toward withdrawal, it will flow that way. '

Do you think it's okay for a citizen to sacrifice his activities in opposition to departure, just like you? Why did you do that in the first place to oppose your departure? "

Paparazzi points out without hiding an unpleasant look on his selfish claims.

"We can be the basis for our own doctrinal claims. Is that what you really want? Naturally I disagree with that. If we leave, my Great Britain will be in financial distress. There's no way you can overwatch it by welcoming a fool who shouts emotionally for such vulgar reasons as being deprived of his job by immigrants in the area."

'The same goes for the Labour Party. If the economy as a whole were smaller where immigration was suppressed and temporary low-wage jobs were restored, jobs would consequently be reduced. That's why we decided to join hands under the water. "

Whatever the way you say it, I don't think there's any mistake in what you're saying. But you still can't choose the means, can you?

"Yes, but why is there an RIRA group here? I guess those guys want the British mess for Northern Ireland's independence, huh?

'... because I'm in trouble when they leave me in the present situation. Nowadays Ireland and Northern Ireland are fusion progressing by allowing people and things to come and go freely. We're not a single rock either. Many want to pursue integration and independence as peacefully as possible. So now, between Ireland and Northern Ireland, the revival of the border line means that future plans will collapse.'

Thank you for your explanation.

Yeah. Like we got it. Like we don't know, we just know that each one of us is doing justice with their own thoughts anyway.

We often hear that there is only justice in the world in terms of the number of people, but that's something we want others to do to the extent that they don't bother us. It is unacceptable to treat the lives of others like tools, especially for that justice.

England has a complex historical background and some parts of it are hard for the Japanese to understand. The Northern Ireland issue in particular is quite complex. I'm often not sure if I'm listening to the press about this EU exit issue either, and I want anyone interested to find out for themselves because I'm going to be fine with a story or so when I try to explain it properly.

Who are you telling? Well, don't worry.

'It's time, isn't it? Because we have to move on to the next plan, too. You can't keep up with your curiosity forever. If you resent it, you resent your great curiosity.'

When the old man says that and cuts up the story, he makes the guard who was by the paparazzi snort at him.

Where the guard takes the pistol out of his nostrils, a voice of restraint hangs.

"Don't use guns! Dirt with blood!

The said man puts a gun on it and instead takes out something like a string and approaches the paparazzi.

Yeah, that's it.

'Don't feel bad. Take it easy right away... now!?

The moment the guard tries to hang a rope around Paparazzi's neck, I grab that arm. Then I can put a little effort into it.

Cocksucker!

Blunt, both arms of the guard smash with sounds that remind me of the black guy in the kitchen.

'Ugh, uh-huh!

Pacon!

I was tired of being screamed in my ear, so I took a mild shot in my jaw. Guide your consciousness to travel in the sky and solve the perception inhibition.

"What?! So, who is it? When?! '

Representatives of the nation's heavy towns & extremist civil society who stand up with surprise kicking down their chairs.

"Who is it! How did you get in!

Normally I stuck with someone called Von, though?

"Ya, I knew it, Kronos!

Oh, why do you say that name?!

I finally noticed my biggest breakdown at this time.

My current outfit, a white overcoat with gold and blue lines on the navy's neat snail shaped inner, and a hero mask of the same color.

A collection of our black history, it is Kronoskos.

"K, you think it's Kronos? No way, of the Queen Alexandrina... '

'Yes! It's a special unit against terrorist organisations that the Japanese government allegedly organised in top secret! Perhaps the government has asked the Japanese government to solve the successive bomb attacks?

"Stupid! I'm not listening!!

Hey, shall we wait a minute?

What? Chronos, anti-terrorist special forces, is that what you're talking about?!

The Queen Alexandrina is an alley, isn't it? You mean me and Saito got caught up in a sea jack in Yokohama, right?

"I believe the Japanese government has denied any involvement."

We're talking about a request from the Japanese police to the national intelligence agencies not to pry into Kronos.

... Something going on that I don't know about?

"Kuh! Bubba!

Don't point your pistol at me when I'm in a pussy panic.

I'll beat up about two guards for now.

"Oh, no..."

"Fuck, fuck!

The civil society woman who enters leaves her alone and catches and falls the foot of the man who tried to escape, shrimping and tying her hands and feet with the rope she confiscated from the guard who just tried to strangle her.

'Wow, what are you going to do with us? A Japanese government unit would be an international problem!

No, it doesn't matter what kind of government this is.

But what do we do?

Certainly a senior official of the British government is in my hands.

... Poke, poke, poke, cheen!

Speaking of which, there was another paparazzi here specializing in political scandals!

I look at you with anticipation.

I saw each other.

Why do you look at me like I'm an elementary school kid with such an admirable hero in my eyes?

Glad to say what I want, untie the paparazzi rope.

Then hang the healing magic because there seems to be fractures and bruises everywhere.

'Yikes, the pain is pulling... Shh, wow! It's like magic.'

Magic.

'... you said Paparazzi, who specializes in politics. Can you do something about it?

'I'll take care of it! The conversation we've had so far is this... good. We're safe... we're recording it on Voice Recorder!

"Ki, you hid something like that!

And there's another cell phone over here.

That's what Paparazzi said. Gosso his groin.

What I took out was a collapsible galaxy.

Where are you hiding it!

No, I don't want to touch you if you're offered!

The paparazzi, who saw me pull, take pictures of the inside of the room with a gallery in his hand without the wind he just cared about.

Pasha the old man with the shrimp and the woman with the incontinence.

Shortly afterwards, the doors were opened abusively as dottas and noisy footsteps echoed from the hallway.

'That's them! Help Your Excellency!!

... Ah! If you think someone's forgotten, this is the way to go, Mr. Von.

I forgot the very existence because it was too mobbly.

Apparently, he was out of this room pretty much the first time I showed up. So, he said he brought back a bunch of guards.

"Fo, von! Yay!! Capture the intruder! Use the gun! I don't care if you die!!

Jaki!

A muzzle that can be pointed at me and Paparazzi at the same time.

If it's just a diagram, it's absolutely deadly.

Well, actually, it's not because we're already rolling out barriers.

It's a waste of time to do any more.

Bachin!

Dosassa!

Sounds like something starts and people fall multiple times, and lights that disappear.

Thunder strike magic one shot.

Termination.

"Don't ask for it later."

That's what I left behind and transferred the Paparazzi man as he was.

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...... I did it ~ ~!!!