Like numerous underground buildings that survived the remaining nuclear bombardment in the vicinity, the museum has lost most of its former functions. But even if the museum included the time it was active, it might never have left a strong impression on someone before.
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Four people standing up silently. They did so for a while, but eventually opened their mouths as Marl shook his head.
"... there are too many things to think about and I don't know what to start with. Honestly, I don't think it's something we can discuss here."
That's what Marr, with a difficult face, said, holding the ancient board that Taro had, and using his mobile device, began to shoot carefully, one at a time.
"Xiao Mei seems to agree. This is a matter that needs to be heard often and will not be discussed under certain stranded circumstances like this. Xiaomei thinks we need to discuss this with the help of Doctor Arjmov, the most ancient expert among us."
That's what Xiao Mei says and quietly gives a toast. "That's right," Taro agreed, opening his hands and looking around.
"Maybe we can't come anymore, and let's shoot from one end. Of course you can take what you can take home in the direction of taking it home. Anyone who doesn't seem to pile up in a tank will be filmed with special care."
When Taro said so and did the trick of asking for consent, there was a voice of endorsement from around him.
They then spent roughly a full day collecting materials, using a large number of employees. Basically, they only left video materials and brief comments, but the impossible things to take home, mainly giant replicas, were sometimes disassembled before being filmed. Marl was always present during disassembly, and after the shooting, it was assembled again before being undone. The neighborhood was going to be carefully sealed off, thinking about when it came back one day.
"Mr. President, what are you going to do with this guy? Do you want to take it back as a sample?
An extremely serious facial employee with 5,000 years old electric kegs in his hands. Taro thumbs up "Mochi" and shows it, I guess he used to comfort someone. I received that respectfully.
"Let's decorate the window at Katsushika headquarters so that our company will last more than 5,000 years. I like the toco right in the entrance......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
"Stop it. I definitely don't want to explain my philosophy while showing it to the customers of my business partners because I have a lot of other businesses right now."
"............... um, don't let all your fantasies progress, like beauty explaining obscene objects. Pretty yavai."
"Ugh!! Then you do it!!
"Nah, who gets that? Tyrrou, don't make sense."
"Damn, another new kind of annoying way of talking......"
Eventually, when we had finished loading our luggage until we couldn't do any more, we slept together in turn and kept waiting for a voice of relief to be heard.
"... hey Taylor. Have you slept yet?
Marl, relaxing in the passenger seat of the armored car, spoke quietly. In a narrow armored car, you can relax a lot if you knock down the seat reclining. Xiaomei, who did not need to get some sleep, had supervisory command of employees outside, and only the two of them were in the armored car.
"Mmm, I'm still awake. What's wrong with you?
Taro, lying down in the driver's seat, replied, mingling.
"I don't mean to say it, but I can't sleep a bit... hey, you. What do you think about that journal?
Turn your body toward Taro, Marl with a whispering voice. "Mmm," he roared small as Taro turned to her in the same way.
"You've come a long way out again...... eh, I'm pretty sure it's not something you can publish to the public first. This is for sure."
"Yeah, right? A lot of people won't believe it because the content is what it is, but naturally some people don't. I think that would be a hell of a mess... at least the religious world would be pretty rough."
"It says here that there is a God of Homma. Aren't you born with a new religion?
"Sounds like a possibility... why don't you just be the patriarch? It could be profitable, right?
When Marl said that in a joking voice, he gave a small laugh. Taro looked at Marl's neat face, visible in thin lights, which made him bitter so that something could tighten his chest.
"No, no, the joke is good. Blah, blah. I don't want to get involved that way as much as possible. They mean it in a good or a bad way."
Taro stared at the low ceiling of the armored car as he turned around to mislead his palpitations.
"Dr. Aljimov, even if you just announced that hypothesis, you'd be able to request an assassination."
When Marl turned up, just like Taro, he silenced for a while. I can hear the little hustle and bustle outside and see Alan trying to build an even stronger defensive position.
"... hey, Taylor"
Sounds serious, like you shy away from something, Marl's voice. When Taro looked at Marl just by the neck, she was doing the same.
"You... you said there was a missing fleet on that board. I wonder if you're part of that convoy."
Marl with a serious expression, as if he had decided to do something. "I don't know," Taro replied, taking that gaze.
"The ghost ship I was on broke it down, and I threw the body at the star. Maybe I should have taken care of some of it now that I think about it............... oh no, what do you think? Where I took it, it's not a question of knowing."
Taro put his hands behind his head and put his feet on the steering wheel unwrought. When he prefaced "in the first place," he continued to portray the contents of the tablet in his mind.
"And I'm not sure if those ancient people really came from Earth. I don't know if the American flag or the NASA mark is the same, but I doubt it will be equals if they ask me if it comes from Earth."
"Right... Eden, was it? I wonder what it is. Satellite or space station?
"I don't know. I hope you have some clue among the antiques (antiques) to take home............ see. Time to go to bed. You won't get an answer when you think about it, and it's not weird when the Wainds come at you."
When Taro said so, he put an eye-mask replacement towel over his eyes and exhaled deeply. "Right," Marr replied, turning back and forth in a cozy manner for a while, but eventually began to take a small nap.
"Who the hell am I?"
A whimpered voice.
In the end, Taro could barely sleep that day.
"Hi, President. I picked you up. I'm Philip from Security Secret Service."
A good long, gutted man with a grin. Taro replied carelessly, "Huh," rubbing his sleeping eye against the back of his hand.
"When I say Secret Service, do you mean Mr. Phantom's men? How did you get here, by the way? What about the bulkhead?"
When Taro returned that to the man who would name the rescue unit, the man silently raised his gaze to the ceiling.
"From the top? Oh, seriously? What about Wind?"
"You're not there. Oh, no, maybe he's there precisely, but I didn't encounter him. I'm ahead as a scout, so the reinforcements should arrive in another fifteen minutes. We have blockades along the way, so even if they do, I think they'll hold up pretty well."
"Oh, seriously. Thank you...... Oh, yabe. We need to hurry up and get ready."
Considerable quantities of goods remain on the ground if there is a load in the way during the battle. Taro hurried to instruct him to load them, and he helped himself with the work.
"Let me help you too. Not as good as the captain, but I'm confident in my powers."
Philip said that and gave me a hand, the loading was completed less than an hour after the thing. Cyborg's powerful power is much more useful than a lousy heavy machine. Heavy machines can only have some limited functions, such as digging and lifting, whereas human-type mechanical cyborgs can be flexible for all tasks.
"Yes guys, I haven't forgotten anything!! It's an excursion until you get to the base!!
Opening the ceiling of the armored car, Taro glancing at his upper body from there shouts at his surroundings. Then the laughter boiled from around him, and he raised his thrust voice like, "A little better place for an excursion," but "Treating kids is fine, but the youngest ones are the presidents". The reinforcements from the ground had already arrived and were ready to leave.
"Taylor, we're all set over here. We detonate in an hour after we leave!!
The sweaty Alan unfolds and jumps into his own tank. Taro nodded at it and glanced at the entrance to the basement of the museum. The elevator trail, the entrance, was to be sealed off just in case, and a number of directional explosives had already been planted.
"... Well, I've done some structural calculations, so you'll be fine"
Taro murmured so blushly, issuing an order to leave for all the squadrons. The engine sounds of the vehicle become louder at the same time, and the lanes slowly pass through the aisle.
"It's pretty much camped out, but, well, was it fun?
Return to the vehicle and take the back seat, which is a fixed position, to Taro. And then Marl complained, "I'm not kidding," and continued, "Look at this," paying for his own arm by hand.
"No more tears with sweat and sand. I'll be honest with you again. Next time you come, come alone."
"By the way, I hope Xiaomei doesn't either, Mr. Taylor. Fine sand enters moving parts such as joints, so I can't wipe the discomfort."
"Yeah, don't be lonely. If I miss you, I'll die."
It was supposed to be an enemy land. So the three of them went down the aisle busily with my wife. That was the flip of the tension of not knowing when to be attacked by Waind, but in the end it lasted until it reached the ground.
"Don't be ridiculous that I was stuck over there. I don't know."
Having safely reached the ground, they rushed to Ladderbase, wary of their surroundings. When the bulkhead was sealed off, various worst assumptions were made, but when it was over, there was never a single battle.
And it stayed that way until the troops arrived at Ladderbase.
No one noticed anything like a periscope protruding from the ground.