About a month ago, there was a major disturbance in the immigration cave in Anraku City.Serial murders and attempted riots.
They were handled without public scrutiny, and the immigration caves regained their tranquillity, but significant changes occurred in the immigration caves at that time.
With a population of one million, collective housing alone was not enough, and many people lived in tents, but now 30% of those who lived in tents have moved to hypothetical housing.
Meanwhile, new parks are being built.When it's done, you won't need to live in tents, temporary housing, or homeless neighborhoods.The immigrants are watching the architecture with anticipation.
That is not the only change in the immigration caves.Yesterday, many Japanese immigrants were forced to work unaccompanied at low wages, but their working hours improved and their salaries rose slightly.Immigrants who were constantly suffering from sexual and power harassment also suddenly stopped doing so by their employers and supervisors.Or, in many cases, the boss disappeared and changed.
Some people have been able to move to better jobs.Some have left the immigration cave and moved to a good place.
In addition, there were several entrepreneurs in immigration caves.As a result, the number of ordinary Japanese travelling to immigration caves also increased.The reason for the increase in Japanese entrance and exit is that newly opened shops have gained popularity or business people have come and go.
In just one month, the entire immigration cave was enveloped in a bright image and revitalized.
These changes occurred only after an organizational leap.
Everyone who starts a business has his back.I have an ass. I pay a mischief fee.Many shops do too.Sexual harassment stopped, and improvements in wages and working hours were directly threatened by violence.There was a huge organization behind the immigrants.
Tea Time on the Battlefield, a gang that landed from the United States and was involved in disturbances a month ago.They turned their eyes to immigration caves where the backstreets of Japan were not very well handled and used them as their base.While they provided various assistance and investments to immigrants, they nostalgized them and used them as a business tool.
Originally, human trafficking was rampant in the immigration slums, but the battlefield tea time also increased the number of organizations and businesses involved in these, and appealed to them in the slums.
In just one month, most of the immigration caves were under the control of battlefield tea time and had been revitalized.
Simon Bell, number two in battlefield tea time, who now ruled the immigration cave, had a busy day, but had finally taken a vacation the other day. Three consecutive holidays.
I carried it so smoothly.
A white-haired white man sitting opposite Simon in a coffee shop in a department store in North Namibia said softly.My forehead is stretched and my eyes are covered.
His name is Charles. I used to act with Simon when he was a mercenary.I recently came to Japan and started a freelance cleanup shop.
"The immigrants helped us.I also have help for acquaintances. When I was still a hungry demon, I used to be a cleaner in the back street.Otherwise, it won't go so smoothly. "
Simon calls out to a few of his old backstreet acquaintances to help him do business in an immigration cave.There are also a few members of the battlefield tea time from my home country, but only a few.
"After years away from Japan, my acquaintance has also decreased.Nearly half gone.Some people are dead, but others are back on the street. "
"The mercenaries we met when we were in service are pretty much gone."
"The reason would be the same.Oops... it's time. This is a vacation. "
Simon looks at the watch and takes a seat.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to pick someone up.He has been to Japan many times, but the geography of the immigration caves is not bright with boulders. "
"Really? If you have any trouble, give me an offer.I haven't been to work lately. "
Saying goodbye to Charles, Simon drove to the nearest station.
Sasamatsu Hina is a third-generation immigrant living in an immigration cave.Racially speaking, they are half immigrants and half Japanese.
The chick was living in an immigration cave, but also stepping into the back street.It was the lowest class of chimpanzees a month ago, but now it's different.
He is now a member of the Japanese branch of the battlefield tea time, America's most powerful gang.
Over the past month, the chicks have seen the world that they've been through change.After the battlefield tea time made the immigration cave a territory, the immigration cave changed dramatically in a short period of time as a result of market development.
"This is how the revolution should have been."
Kinda Vivian, who was working in front of the chick man, murmured.There is Pedro Tamba next to it.They are acquaintances of the chicks who were at the heart of the disturbances in the immigration cave a month ago.
The three were in the basement of the church where the battlefield tea time was used in Asia.Originally used to be a place for people from the back streets of immigration caves to go in and out, but now it's tea time on the battlefield.Everyone who was in and out of there is now a member of the battlefield tea time.Groups formerly known as the Immigration Revolutionary Army were all captured in battlefield tea time.
Will the world change as you march side-by-side in a demonstration?Is that what you're trying to change?If you really want to change the world, you can work at that crap time and donate your earned money somewhere.It can be said that it is changing the world all the time.I can say it with my chest up. The scale is different, but that's what we're going to do. "
As he brings members of the Revolutionary Immigration Army into battlefield tea time, Simon laughs with a smiling and loving smile in front of the immigrants and speaks such poisonous dialogues.No one could object.
"Now I know exactly what Simon's dialog means.Everyone who heard Simon's dialogues must be feeling it. "
Pedro said as he continued to work with his eyes on the holographic display.
"Changing the world isn't about complacency. It's about money and violence."
The chick used his strength to say it.It is these two forces that have actually changed the immigration caves.Thanks to the financial strength and violence of the organization called Tea Time on the battlefield, we were able to eradicate human trafficking in immigration caves, eliminate sexual harassment and harassment of immigrants, raise salaries at work, and start businesses in immigration caves.
"I'm sorry, but I can see you call it the pivot."
One of the members faces out and speaks up.
"Simon, I'm out..."
Pedro feels anxious when he hears it's the center.No matter what they think, it seems like they have too many opponents in their hands.
"I'll be there.I was contacted beforehand. "
The chick man stood up.
"You're a lot younger than us, but you can count on us."
"I can't rely on you anyway...."
"I didn't say that."
Pedro, the infidel, smiled little.
The chick goes up from the basement to the confessional room of the church.In the confession room there used to be a window with a mesh lattice on the wall separating the priests and believers, but now this window has been removed and they can see each other in full.
It's a stylish reception room.
As he entered the room, a member of the centre, a guest, told him in a soft tone.
He's handsome, but he seems kind.
The chick looks at the opponent and thinks.He is a young man about twenty years old who looks about the same age as a young man.Slightly small, slender, very well organized, but childish, soft image.Looking calm, but definitely much better at battle than himself, the chick man intuited at a glance.
"Ah, I'm a central agent. Maoshan Pepper:" Let's go to the thighs "
The Battlefield Tea Time Sasamatsu Chick.
Chicks don't use honorific language and respond in a rude and unpleasant tone.
"Er... quickly, Mr. Sasamatsu was a resident of the back street even before entering this organization.So if you're going to start an organization in the back street, you know how to apply to the hub, right? "
Are you talking about a central alliance?
The chick man asks for confirmation of the appearance of calm and the tone of the pepper thick.
A pivotal alliance is a contract whereby an organization founded on the back street becomes closely related to the pivot.They are sheltered from the hub, and they are given special job offers, but they are also said to have tight behavioral constraints.Few people like this contract very much.
"No, that's... that's not it.It's just a registration process. "
"I've never had an organization, and I didn't think it was necessary to apply for an organization.I have applied for an individual application..... "
Well then, please do it now.If you're not willing to apply or register for it for a long time... we'll take care of it.Otherwise, the behavior of your organization is too much for us to see. "
"You think it's too much?"
The voice and manner of speaking was modest, but the dialogues could not be discarded.
"What did we do wrong?We've eliminated human trafficking from the hub, and in a short period of time, we've improved and developed these migratory caves.What's wrong with that? "
"Well, I think that's great, but...."
Pepper kept talking to the chick man whose voice was mixed with anger, realizing that he had lost his voice and made the other person angry.
"There were a small number of people in the back streets who were entering and exiting the immigration caves, right?... illegal drug dealers.They've been deprived of their place by you. There's more... "
"Since when does the hub interfere in the struggle between organizations in the backstreets?It would have been a no-interference policy, unless you escalated too much. "
A chick man who blocks the words of pepper thick and even roughs up his voice.
"Er... that's not all.The huge impact on the street - this is the biggest problem, and it seems that many people... are vigilant...Well, in my personal opinion... I think it's a wonderful thing that this organization is an immigration ghetto, but some people don't feel comfortable with it... so... that's what happens when you want to manage and narrow down your activities as we say... "
Pepper thick was in trouble, and with his eyes aligned with the chick man, he talked about the sincerity of the center.
The chick man was angry with the story of the peppercorn, but his waist was soft, and he was not uncomfortable talking about the peppercorn himself in fear.Because I am such a person, I wonder if I have been entrusted with this job.
"I'll talk to my boss and I'll get back to you."
Simon told the chick that he would definitely stick it out.
"Um... I'd like to talk to your boss..."
"I'm not here right now.Besides, the boss's decision is that I'll call the hub, so you don't have to bother coming and you can go home. "
The chick refused with a pungent voice in response to the request of the pepper.
I'm not a hungry ghost either.
Suddenly, the pepper thick eyes became sharp, and the face and voice changed, so the chick man glanced at the pepper thick.She looks like a demon, as if she's different from the Pepper Thigh she used to.
"I'm fine in the middle of three minutes... ah, oh... excuse me.Now then.... "
With the provocative dialog in his mouth, the face and voice of Pepper Thigh returned to normal, and he went out of the confession room.
(Did you see the center...?If I thought it was going smoothly - if I finally thought that the light was shining on us, it looks like dark clouds are drifting fast...)
He was a chick who had an ominous hunch and wanted Simon back soon.