Kimama ni Tokyo Survive

I always thought, "Let's fight monsters! Oops!"

For example, the one in front of you.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Looking at it, she has her hands on both knees and wants to vomit seriously. They're about five meters tall.

But if I leave it alone, it looks bad, and I tried to suggest it while sitting on the ground.

"That mouth doesn't seem to have any protective clothing, so why don't you just shoot it?

When she said that, Fujisaki nodded next to her. You were trying to protect me, but with the spotted dove, the sword was cross-shaped, and it looked like a knight and a fantasy just looking here.

"Ah, yes. I'll tell him."

Fujisaki nodded after pulling the mask around her mouth with her fingers. Next, hold the radio on your chest and contact the militia members lurking around.

"― ― Local report. The solid name is" Knuckjam ". You are taking an unintended action and your mouth is not covered with protective clothing. Make him a beehive. Above"

While telling that, Fujisaki offered me his right hand, and I stood up and said, "Yo." I'm not a princess, but I don't know, but they like taking care of me like this. It's not the same.

Thanks to you, the continuous ejection sounds echoed simultaneously.

- Papa, Papa, Papa!

A much higher explosive sound resonates on the streets of Shinjuku Ward than it sounds in a movie.

I wonder what they call a tracer. Flashes are fired down from the rooftops of buildings that are not so tall, and crew members are lit up everywhere.

The number of people is about four. It seems that the number of people who are out of ammunition and who have become Buddha together is less than ten.

A tracer bullet is a glowing bullet that is mixed with one shot in a few rounds, which has the effect of greatly improving the accuracy of hitting at night. The disadvantage is that the shooter becomes completely visible. That's why they're making adjustments to keep the lights to a minimum.

When it comes to monsters, they make a burst sound in their mouth and say, "Gio...!" Then she screamed with a crunch.

The protective clothing (rubber suit) that covers the whole body prevents bullets, but what was sucked into the mouth was either an internal explosion or it emitted a blue light.

Mmm, that's nice. It's flashy and like a movie.

Speaking of movies, I look at dark scenes and "I wonder if you want to think about the cost of CG" with disappointment, but it's completely different with the naked eye. You can see the meat and white blood and say, "Ooh!" and cheers.

"Isn't that the effect of night vision skills?

"Ah, there you go. Do you guys watch movies or something?

"Do you see as flashy as possible? Otherwise, the pigeon will sleep."

Looking at the spotted pigeons nodding like this, I think these guys are close. Are you familiar with it? It's disgusting to be with you until this age...

Even looking at them like that, they had a decent face.

"Ah, the pattern won't change until one of us can find her... well, I guess we've already finished."

When I looked at it, there was a monster who smoked out of his mouth. There were fewer shots fired, and the militia, which had lasted a long time, ran out of ammunition. All I have to do is snap my fingers until the rest of the troops arrive.

Oops, now it's our turn.

When I waved my hand properly, Fujisaki and the spotted pigeons lined up like mirrors. I'm sure she's brave enough to hold her sword and pity her. "But she can't."

Looking at the back, it seemed that the rain dragon was concentrating on something, so I decided to leave it alone for now. Yeah, he's a seemingly meaningless guy.

"Let's focus on removing that protective clothing. My mouth is burning, so it feels like it's going to burn. It feels like the skin of the fish is peeling off."

As they answered yes, they closed the faceplate with a gasket, and a clumsy light representing an increase in visual effects lit up around their eyes. Perhaps none of the four people here have ever cooked fish.

When you step hard on the ground, the surrounding scenery is blurry. Street lights span and fill the distance from monsters at once.

This handsome (Haste) Mastery (Skill) is much easier to use. It's easy to improve your skills because you just need to run a marathon.

I think mobility is important, after all.

These guys that run side-by-side, they follow with no slight errors, so I can count on you. I'm wearing black armor all over my body, so I might look good from the side.

Apprentices have chosen the same skill (skill), and it seems like they have the marathon as their daily routine without saying anything, but I understand how it feels. Because the results will come soon, and I can overwrite the world's new. Well, that motivates me.

"Ugh!

Push your sword from bottom to top with your lips rolled.

The black suit, which covers the whole body of the monster, misses the shock and creates a ripple around it like a wave. But I don't think we can escape the shock from the back.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! and the cut is spread by three serial slashes. The little pigeon was good at this, and he cut his back head in a meteor-like orbit.

"Uoh, it feels so good!!

Well, well, good. Then I'll smash your skull like this. I looked at the skin of the monster as it was exposed.

From the bottom of the fluffy suit, pure white skin appeared. My skin is blurry and has short hair. Something like an albino or a rat for experiments.

- Shit!

Then the roar sounded and I looked back unexpectedly. Five meters earlier, on the ground, Nackjam's stiff arm was wearing asphalt, and the clear liquid that had just been ejected was there.

Leaving the peeling to the spotted pigeons, he peeked into his feet with Fujisaki. I think I'll be able to crush them soon, but I felt like I'd be in trouble later if I didn't know the traits of this monster.

'Cause, you know, I'm not basically the one who does it, right? The Self-Defense Forces and the police are responsible for defense, and we're here to collect valuable materials.

That's why I want to teach them a strategy and a few points to watch out for.

As I stared, the Zuzu, Zuzu, and Monster's arms rose. I stuck something like a transparent water bottle on my arm, and eventually something was created.

It was a long cylindrical one meter long and had a clear color after all. The thickness and surrounding liquid dropped off, and the shape finally became clear.

"You're lying...."

Yes, Fujisaki groaned. Me, too.

There was a mass-produced shorter gun (carbine) that was a favorite of the militia. We unexpectedly stare at each other.

Yes, that's right. That's right.

A militia member Nackjam cared about later. Where's the gun he was supposed to have gone?

Surely in the explanation I just gave you, you have the nickname "Precious."

Guns like unpainted toys. I mean, isn't this what he's collecting?

It was lifted slowly and I saw a razor and a trigger.

Boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

After spraying the liquid that was stuck in the barrel and seeing him start the trial run, I decided to kill him quickly.

"Move, both of you! I'll melt it!

Nh! and Fujisaki kicked his head and quickly grabbed the neck of the pigeon and flew to the ground. It was only two seconds ago, and it was the moment my lysate radiation (Melt Rain) was scattered.

Juoooooooo!

It stuck to my head and drowned in acid.

His brown discolored skin and his melted eyeballs. Much later, Knackjam let go of the scream.

Ngioooooooooo!!

Whenever you want to get rid of it, whenever you do, a bullet with a mix of tracer bullets comes flying from the ground. If you look at the sleigh and the muzzle that appears in your sight, heh, you'll smile meaninglessly. What caliber is that?

Hello? Hello?

If you can duplicate anything you like with that clear liquid, he's a pretty nasty guy.

Even if there was nothing too big in this world, there are firearms that are too powerful in modern Japan.

Grab the head of the knuckle jam with your limbs and crawl over the bullet.

There was a feeling of continuous penetration of the cheeks and shoulders, but more than that, the flesh melted and stared at the skull that appeared.

"Haha, you have a beautiful skull, Mr. Knackjam! Now, come with me...!" I love Tokyo Ooh!!

Juuu...!

The sour smell becomes even thicker, and the vision is foggy and nothing is visible. The dense wind that can stand still is gathering around, and it's completely sauna.

My feet did not shake, and the ground trembled.

When I noticed it, Knuckle Jam was kneeling on the ground and running through the hole in his skull. The arm with the gun fell without strength, and I looked up at the night sky and exhaled.

Haaahh, the sauna clerk hates the smell when I use this technique.

Someday, I want to learn something as gorgeous as a game. Seriously.