Kimama ni Tokyo Survive

The video displayed on the monitor is black and white, and the image quality is not very good. Well, it's an entertainment movie, and I think I have no choice but to stick my cheek.

It is famous that dark vision devices were developed in Germany at the end of World War II. After a tortuosity from there, what is now deployed in the militia is the third generation.

It's expensive like an idiot, and it's so high-functioning. But when it comes to complete darkness, we have to rely on the infrared developed by the first generation of Germany.

Look at that. The line extending from his dark vision device is so-called infrared irradiation. It's an excellent thing to reflect it and make the opponent naked, but it has the disadvantage that if the opponent is equipped with the same equipment, their position will be unexplained.

On the other hand, some people were not exposed to infrared radiation at all. The two leading men have very different uniforms from the others, and their bodies are shy and tight, and they carry less equipment. When one looked back, the man's eyes glowed blurry and white.

If you collect all the Dark Rubble (Barrett) series, you will become the same as Gizmo, the inhabitant of darkness. And they will be able to watch the night, and they will be in a position to chase the hunter, the natural enemy.

Such explanations come from the dark night guide (guidance). I used to complain that I didn't know what it meant, but lately I've been having a magical and fantastic atmosphere.

"Ah, spotted pigeons. Oh, this looks like a professional move. You got footage of yesterday's simultaneous operation?

It would be my apprentice, the pigeon, who sends the cucumber and finger signals. Wearing dark armor, I can't see my expression, but I can't mistake the dog-like atmosphere and small body.

"Yes, I saw Fujisaki on another team infiltrating the basement. It's confidential every time."

"Hmm, so this is the militia. Yesterday was a long time ago, and I just couldn't join them for dinner."

That said, a convenience store bag placed on the table was dropped off by Young Forest.

"Sometimes convenience store rice is not bad. I think Goto-san was watching it through the dark night lights (Richter system)... perhaps until he met Eggiana."

I took the nappy out of the bag while answering, "Well." Pick the tuna mayo and the kelp and peel off the burrs and vinyl. I'm exhausted, so you should eat and go to bed for a while.

A fully equipped squadron marches silently as it bites.

It's a strange sight from anywhere. The undulating cave is completely covered in glass and is large enough for three adults to hold hands and skip. They would have thought it was as if they were swallowed by a serpent. The line was proceeding cautiously as the scaffolding seemed to slip.

"The operation is simple. Night vision cameras have been installed, so C-4 explosives… the so-called plastic bombs are carried by them and the militia detonates remotely from the awake monsters in turn."

Hmm, a plastic bomb rumored to taste sweet when chewed.

I was half joking about the blast, so it's weird to see the operation going on like this. I think so while licking the seaweed on my fingers.

The time will soon arrive in the evening whether the procurement took time or not. In the evening, the monsters will wake up, so there won't be a moment of respite. The crew moved forward without rest and followed Fujisaki and the pigeons.

Nh, it's about time.

"Yes, a psychic suddenly appears."

By the time you reach your destination hall, Dakin! The camera captures something that looks like a spark. There were disciples who had already spread their shields, and they sent signals to retreat.

"Operations was in a hurry, this time."

"I guess so. When I said I was going to blow up, this kind of guy came out."

"... does charade have anything to do with it?

There will be. It is usually irritating.

Though I said that with my cheek cane on, I remember feelings that had long passed, such as anger, on my familiar elegant face.

They almost killed Fujisaki and the pigeon. They want to do the same thing over and over again, but they can't get any closer to me.

However, the militia have trained, trained, and brushed their arms as constantly as assholes. Quickly assemble bullet-proof shields and enter blind spots, making a pacifying and bursting sound.

Hmm, that's a professional. The judgment is quick, and what we're seeing is probably shooting. Shortly afterwards, the Capabilities returned fire, causing the two sides to interact in large quantities.

- Papa, Papa, Papa!

Ah, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Can't you make a sound that's as creepy as movies? But the complaint doesn't come out of my mouth. Because a crew member who was supposed to be in the blind spot was punched in the head and hit on the wall like a boxer punched him.

I'm really angry. Cheating and winning and laughing.

My arm rang, but Wakabayashi pointed out nothing.

Begin your retreat! Everybody back up!

Fujisaki shouted so and moved on to a retreat. This is the situation. While the cruelty is that only ten meters down will cause the death, Fujisaki and the pigeon still spread their shields to cover the crew.

At that time, Ton and Wakabayashi's fingers slapped the monitor.

"Did Goto instruct you to withdraw at this time?

"Yeah, I thought the damage was just spreading."

Yes, I was running around trying to kill Eggiana, but I gave him instructions through a chat.

Civilians stopped the operation, and I don't think it was an ultra vires act, but Wakabayashi was flat as "was it?" That's how I feel. "Well, yeah."

"I don't mind. There aren't many people in Operations who have a fighting instinct."

"Peace, Japan."

That's right, she laughed bitterly. That said, it will not be the case from now on.

Training that assumes monsters is now the mainstay. However, there is too little data when it comes to being a versatile person. We've taught some of our factions, but there's still not much we know about those fuckers.

"How about crushing these guys? Wakabayashi, we're going to use the prisoner man soon."

"Mazara? I'll make arrangements."

With such a shrewd reply from the young forest, I can see a sword-swallowing sign in my eyes. It was probably this guy who wasn't surprised by my disturbing conversation that he was predicting and angry again.

I woke up to my abilities, but what I'm doing is totally hostile. Not only me, but even Wakabayashi was wearing a lethal atmosphere, and the room, which was supposed to be a suite, was cold.

Okay, one of them.

The sound of gunfire gradually decreases due to a well-coordinated withdrawal. The Capabilities wanted to avoid a deep pursuit, and eventually the area was wrapped in silence.

But we keep staring at the screen without turning around.

I also knew about the scene to some extent through the dark night lights (Richter system), but I didn't know anything about it after I left here. The black-and-white screen switches to video from multiple night vision cameras, gradually projecting their full picture.

There are about 50 armed men there, walking in the hall where the monsters sleep, beating each other lightly.

When I saw the footage immediately afterwards, I said, "Hmm," and I was unconsciously touching the carotid artery in my neck.

I thought it was okay somehow, but nothing like that happened at all. Your body is sweating, and your whole body is pouring strength into it.

"You're out, you full-body eyeballs...!

I still haven't forgotten about the guy who showed up suddenly in a darker place than the surroundings.

The man who stabbed me in the mall and walked away with the look of garbage.

I was so scared and exhausted that I couldn't get out of my room for days, and... woohoooo! The screams of the time resurrected in varying degrees.

I was unable to discover 200 casualties, and I have been searching for ways to survive ever since.

It is Young Forest who is staring at me, not comforting, not speaking up. You knew about the footage, and you probably knew I was your friend.

While being attacked by the urge to smash the glass plate on the table, I exhale loudly. I wanted to keep calm, and I thought I'd lose to someone like that.

I don't have to, but I have something to take care of. So even if you get wet with sweat, your whole body is upside down and you talk very flat.

"Hey, Wakabayashi. All of a sudden, it's a big deal."

"... was it this guy after all? Probably the stranger who brought it to Tokyo."

A man with countless eyeballs all over his body advances his sleigh and steps.

The huge crystal nearby has multiple knuckle jewels sleeping around it, and the same number of eyeballs stare at it. Changes occurred in just one behavior, and the crystal was discolored like ink.

Blurring and crystals swell and the knuckle jam appears like it ruptured the amniotic fluid. I was unable to attack the full-body eyeball bastard because the erosion was proceeding too much. I suffered anguish, and I fell on Zushin and both knees, and then I drooped my head.

For a moment, I saw a colorful knife pierced into the heart. This is how I think it's going to fade away with a loud sound.

It looks like that.

Slave.

It's essentially close to what I did to Eggiana, but it feels like a mandatory agreement there.

As I watched the twitching monster, I murmured.

"Ah, is that the one who went down to my gate? The qualities of the storm dragon and the guide may be high. It means surviving the end."

Murmur like a word.

I remember the word "army gate" that I once said and the extraordinary power to manipulate the monster that the dragon showed me, but I feel that wonder and conjecture hit me perfectly. I thought so.

Just as it appears, the group of the capable disappears into the darkness. Allow me to follow multiple pieces of knuckle jam.