Smith was at the bar with Milan on the fifth night.
"This is my last job."
Smith, who had been drinking a few words before in the box seat, spoke such a dialogue with a vague face.
The missile terrorists are in trouble.
"Has that been decided since we received this request?"
Milan asks.
"Last but not least, I just decided.It's your fault, Milan. "
"What is that?"
It was a smile to say with a blurry face, but Milan smiled and poured new wine into the glass.
(I can't hear your voice anymore...No, I don't think so, but what was that voice?You trusted me? Are you trying to justify the killing by being blamed?)
The voice of my sister was always heard on this occasion, and my sister stopped speaking at all.Even though Smith spoke to her sister in her heart, her sister always replied somehow.It was mostly a bad word.Even so, I stopped responding.
(If I wasn't short... did my sister get along without bullying me?Did you get into the basketball club and stay close to everyone?Did you ever shoot a missile and kill anybody?Is it all because I'm short? Or...)
I think about everything silently.
(Whoops... I'm not me anymore...No, I didn't change.I finally realized it now.I was lying to myself.I was creating a false self by entrusting my heart to hatred.But I can't anymore... It's his fault....)
Smith stares at Milan.
What are you staring at?
Milan frowned.
"It's bad for me to stare at an abominable young man if I don't count."
Smith put the glass in front of Milan while saying it in a dubious tone.
"I'm so drunk.Was it that bad to help? "
Amazingly, Milan pours alcohol into Smith's glass.
"I'm sure it's bad. I tried to kill you.Besides, because of what I said, the important poison inside me just came out...That made me more angry.Hey, I'm still not angry! "
"Heh, I'm sorry. Don't drink with someone who's so angry."
"Bwaah, I'm drinking to keep complaining when I'm angry."
"Yes, yes, I don't want to... I don't want to be the drunk father I drew."
While talking, Milan stood up and went to the bathroom.
(Now... I have to think about why the Spirit's protection was broken.)
Even if I was drunk, my mind was still a clear smile.Rather, it is overwhelmed with alcohol.
(Sensorially, it seems that the protection applied to the missile has been cancelled.If your enemies have supernatural powers, it's no wonder what they've done.And as soon as the radar captured him, the missile interception satellite lasers the Buddha.)
I noticed a lot as I was spreading it around my head.
(Rather than preventing it, even if the Spirit's protection is negated, I wish I could recover it.Will it be captured by the radar as soon as it is erased and will it soon become a laser prey?It's okay for a second, right?If you can't afford to be intercepted immediately for just a moment... no, given the nature of the radar that captures the missile... hmm... don't bet.)
Milan decides to call Vandam.
"Vandam, the deadline is two days.Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, we'll retrofit the last missile. "
Smith, who had not been able to turn the rhythm before, said clearly.
As for me, I was going to shoot at a time-limited time, so there's no problem.
"If it's too much, I'll be warned.Anyway, you can shoot a missile whenever you're done remodeling it. "
This is the last shot.Could you elaborate?
"There is a power over there to extinguish the protection of the Spirit from the missile.I don't know what it looks like, but it's going to go away anyway.Then don't let it go away, but as soon as it goes away, you'll have to protect it again, that is... "
After hearing Smith's explanation and subsequent maneuvers, Vandam lost his words.
Is that okay?
Verify with a mysterious tone, Vandam.
It's your men's fault.
What are you saying?
"You saved me twice.Besides, I tried to kill Milan with your help.And then he saved me again.What kind of education do you give your men?Thanks to me... my heart is back...You're back when you were a hungry demon...Oops, we talked about the unrelated dassey.I'm drunk. Hehe "
Smith smiles lightly.
(I... went back to people...) The heart of a monster who kills people and enjoys it has disappeared...Now I'm about to crush you with regret, guilt and self-pity....)
After hanging up the phone with Vandam, Smith looked up at the ceiling and thought blurry.
On the night of the fifth day, the bowman was visiting a spiritual spot in the Kanto area.To gather ghosts.Actually, I did this yesterday as well.
"It's about time you ran out of spiritual spots.Yesterday, I was able to get quite a spirit in Aokigahara, but Aokigahara was also depleted. "
The bowman in the rear seat says as he travels in the car.Next door is Eagle Hiko.
"It's hard to get around, but there are a lot of spiritual spots."
Shortly after Junko said while driving the car, the car sounded annoying to scratch the guard rail.The tiredness in the passenger seat raised her eyebrows.
I'm more worried about Junko driving than the rest of the spiritual spots. Should I take my place?
"Huh? It's a lot. I'm good at driving."
Takahiko offered, but Junko smiled back and refused to take his place.
"Can you do it again with the same hand?"
Tired spoke of doubt.
"Hmm, maybe. I don't have any other hands.It's hard to think that the opponent will break the Spiritual Barrier, and I'll bet on someone who doesn't know how to prevent it.Honestly, there's only one other hand. "
"I don't really depend on you. Yes."
"I see. If a missile was fired while we were gathering ghosts, that wouldn't be it."
"Hmm... considering Vandam's personality, I don't think he's going to shoot me tomorrow.I think they're going to tease me all day and shoot the last missile the day after tomorrow. "
The bowman and Takahiko each expressed anxiety, but Junko replied with a mix of speculation.
"Midori-chan has marked Mr. Smith, so I can only check the timing of shooting.That's also a big strength. "
"I know, but what else can I do for you?You just said something else, didn't you? "
The bowman was skeptical.I was concerned about continuing to defend in the same way.
Um, I know where Mr. Smith is, so we're all going to kill him.
Well then, let's go.
"Hmm, there's only one shot left, so missiles are likely to fire at that moment, so we can't talk about not consolidating our defenses first."
Junko talks to himself and denies it.
"Isn't it strange to assassinate someone and consolidate their defenses without doing so?"
And Takahiko.
"True you failed, and Mr. Smith seems to have the ability to sense it in the first place, so assassination is difficult!"
Junko wears a denial.
"I don't think it's a good idea not to do anything. Yeah."
A bowman who feels frustrated with stubborn Junko.
"Hmm... even if I raid, I wonder if I can always put up a spiritual barrier"
"Then I should have gone and killed him sooner."
After listening to Junko, Takahiko concludes that way.
(Actually, I have other hands.Ask Midori-chan for a tough mindhack.Midori-chan doesn't seem to like it.No... if I activate Spirit Protection, will I be able to prevent it?)
Midori's powers are not well understood.And Junko knew that Midori was trying not to reveal his abilities to Junko.