The name of the city was Alcapa City. On the road into the city stands the sign of Alcapa, an adorable animal covered in white fur. However, in a state of half-burn and scorching.
"I'm telling the truth! That legendary killer helped me!" I instantly shot and killed all five [Salt Grilled Slugs] by myself! "
A punk-haired man filled with tattoos on his thin arms exclaimed with excitement.
Four men hang out in the trashy back streets. If you look at one of the coats, you can see that the other three are still young. All three of them had the appearance that only a dick looked like.
"I don't know if you drank too much alcohol or if you had bad drugs, but it's a dream or a fantasy. Why would a legendary killer be here to help you?"
A sophisticated man with short hair and a piercing face shrugged his shoulders. We had a dragon tattoo around our neck.
"Oh, the lottery was a hassle too. Fuck you. Everybody fools me. I wish I could get that person's help. We don't have to live sneaking around here."
A punk-haired man who checks out his lottery winnings on a holographic display and throws them away.
"Foltz, if this story is true, how do you get such a big guy on your side?"
Skinhead's obese man points out.
"That's why... we're all convinced..." Also, I feel like I'm going to kill them and pay for the money that's rolled up..... "
"Fuck you. If I were that killer, I wouldn't be talking about it."
"Foltz is really stupid, isn't he?"
"Mm....."
Both short-haired piercing men and skinhead men make fun of him, and Fortz, the punk-haired, regrets.
"Ahhhh"
Dirty coats on his long, long hair, his men moaning like no wanderers. Hidden in my hair, I can't see. the half-open mouth is peering at the chipped leaves
"Alan, I just ate your dinner."
A short-haired piercing man smiles and slaps a long-haired man on the shoulder. His voice and gaze were as if he was going to let the child go.
"Nevertheless, Dean, the leader has been killed. Isn't it high time?" We should change the riverbank. "
"Don't be silly. You'll get a bunch of friends, and you can't back off like this." If you leave this city, at least kill some of the Salt Grilled Slug shit. ”
In the words of the skinhead obese man, the short-haired piercing man called Dean breathes with a sinister expression.
"Ahh... ahh... ugh..."
Alan, a long, long-haired man, roars sharply.
"Hey, no way...."
Foltz changed his complexion. Alan only utters his voice ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, but while we're dating, they're starting to understand what they want to say. Alan was unusually sharp, and he sensed the danger and reported it.
A skinhead fat man stood up, pulled out his gun, pulled out his face from the terrified back alley, and asked what was going on outside.
Shortly after, a gunshot rang, causing a skinhead obese man to fall.
Foltz, Dean, and Alan react and stand up, trying to escape into the back alley.
And I stopped immediately. Four men were already waiting with their guns in place. All of them are wearing beige jackets.
The three stiffen like a frog strangled by a snake. There were also signs of several men approaching from behind.
"Uuuuu..."
A groan of bitterness and grief echoed from the skinhead man. It was the leg that was shot. Next to the fallen skinhead man, four men came into the back alley. This made me look like I was caught between a total of eight men. Moreover, the opponent had already drawn his gun and aimed at it.
"People remember bad memories very well. It goes back to when I was a little kid. It's for crisis avoidance."
A man in a beige suit who appears to be a leader plays with a gun and speaks in a sneaky tone.
"But after all, the survival instinct is wasted." Just like you guys are now. I told you to get the hell out of here, didn't I? I kindly advised you to slow down and kill a few people, but now you're here. It's your fault. You guys are too stupid to do it. "
A man in a suit thrusts a muzzle at a skinhead man.
"Stop it! I'm getting out of here!" That's why you have to stop! "
"Whoa! Fortz!"
Dean changed his bloodline to Fortz, who begged with a half-weep.
"Don't worry, I won't shoot you in the head."
The man in the suit smiled loudly.
"If I shoot you in the head, you'll die instantly. That's not funny. Shoot him in the stomach and he will suffer and die. Feel death, enjoy the pain and despair of death, and die. And it's a little more likely to be saved by luck than by shooting in the head. That's why I always shoot in the stomach. What do you think? I'm a good guy, right?"
And the man in the suit is always dreaming. When I die, I want to die from being shot in the stomach. I want to taste death and die in tears, frightened by the horror of death.
Gunfire. The man in the suit pulled the trigger.
But the gunshot was not a single shot.
Behind the back streets - Four beige-jacketed men standing in the back of three people trying to escape, gunshots rang out from behind them.
Four men in beige jackets who were pointing guns at Fortz, Dean, and Alan collapsed after being shot from behind.
Neither Dean nor Fortz knew what had happened. The men in the beige jacket didn't know.
"Ahhh!"
Alan was the first to react. Alan extended his long arms wide and grabbed Dean and Fortz's bodies, covering them and knocking them to the ground.
Shortly thereafter, more shots were fired.
The man in the beige suit and the three men on his side immediately jumped out of the back alley - but in no time, one of them was shot in the middle of his back and fell to his knees.
"What's going on..."
Dean looks up and screams while Alan covers his face.
I got some idea of the situation. Of the eight enemies, five had already been shot and beheaded. That means there's only one person I can see right now.
From the back of the alley, it was the young woman who slowly appeared as if she was stretching her body. Maybe she's still the age to be called a girl.
She was a tall Oriental woman with short hair. It has a glamorous shape and long, slender legs. And for some reason, my whole body is wet and I'm holding a gun. There is also debris and mud all over the body.
"Uuuuu..."
One of the first beige jackets to be shot roars at the feet of a tall woman. The woman waved her long legs and gently kicked the man in the neck with her toes. A blade jumps out of the toe of a long boot and stabs a man in the neck.
Three men cover the back alley entrance wall and shoot a gun, but the woman, without any cowardice, takes a quick step to the left and right, and goes to the three main streets.
The beige jackets were stunned by the movement of shooting at each other in a situation where bullets were pouring down.
A woman jumps out onto the street.
One of the men was stiffened when he saw the clear eyes in the woman's wide open eyes shining with murderous intent.
As soon as he jumped out onto the main street, he shot one of them on the right hand side, then turned to the left hand side and jumped out to the driveway.
She jumps out into the driveway in a low stance reminiscent of the cat before she jumps, smiling unstoppably at the sight of two men in beige clothes.
Both of them were too late to react to the situation. When she pointed the gun, a woman pulled the trigger and the last man in a beige jacket was shot in the head. Only a leader-rated man in a beige suit remains.
"Hey, hey, wait a minute..."
Realizing he couldn't win, the man in the beige suit dropped his gun while trembling and begged.
"Please, shoot me in the stomach." Don't shoot me in the head. "
I don't think the other person will help me even if I beg for my life, so I'll at least request to die.
"I want to die from being shot in the stomach, suffering, and being scared." When I die, I want to taste death and die. Don't shoot me in the head-- "
"I don't like it."
When the woman threw up, she ignored the plea for a beige suit and shot her head off.
"If you say that, you'll normally shoot extra." Or did you lead me like that? "
A woman puts a gun inside her jacket.
"Thank you so much... thank you"
Foltz shouted in horror.
The women smiled at Fortz and put their hands inside the hot pants and squeezed the underwear inside. Dirty water stains between the crotches and flows through the thighs.
"You're amazing, aren't you?" Did you fall into a dove? "
Yeah.
Foltz asks, and the woman admits lightly.
Did Saltgrill Slug do the bullet wound?
Dean asked when he noticed that blood was seeping from his shoulder.
"No, Lord Poly..."
"Huh? What did you do?"
"I drove in."
Yeah?
Listening to the woman's answer, Fortz and Dean frowned at each other.
"Like a trashy maggot, I just accidentally ran into some people at a site where Polypublic was testing the murder scene. Shit... that's how I got angry and chased you around." Moreover, he even shot me... "The police in this country are out of their minds. I dumped the car on the way, and I think I spilled it well, but I'm going to get shot at, and I'm going to fall into my pocket, and I'm going to be scattered."
"It's not funny. It's a joke."
Listening to the woman, Foltz smiles bitterly and shrugs his shoulders.
"It's true." Because I drank it all over, I stepped on it. Don't drink and drive anymore. Anyway, the cops chased me, and I fell in the pocket, which was the worst thing. Well, I owe these daisies a debt. What kind of taste is everyone wearing skin tone clothes? "
Looking down at the corpses of the men she killed, the woman laughed and tapped her head with the toes of her shoes.
"What kind of debt do you owe these guys? I mean, who are you?"
"Besides, I don't know if I'm the only one being asked." Answer my question. Why were you guys fighting with these guys? Well, honestly, it doesn't matter. "
When Dean asks more, the woman asks back.
"These are the Salt Grilled Slugs. Recently, I came to this Alcapa City, and the other gangsters were either killed or absorbed."
“Salt Grilled Slugs are famous for being vicious and brutal, made up of nearly half of Mexican immigrants. Above all, they are an organization under the umbrella of the biggest and most powerful gang" Nudist School ", and they want to wear their prestige in a rag.”
Foltz regrets, and Dean explains in a cold tone.
"The members of our organization," "Tea Time on the Battlefield," "were murdered." All that's left is the three of us. "
Dean sits in silent prayer in front of the skinhead man who just got killed.
"Tee time on the battlefield..." I heard that it became fashionable to imitate Japanese backstreets and name strange organizations in the United States, but even so, it's a name with no sense of taste. "
"Hey, don't make me kick your ass with the name my brother gave you!"
Dean is unexpectedly angry at the words a woman uttered.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but what about you?"
"They killed me." He was our leader. "
The woman apologized lightly and Dean answered calmly.
Are you Japanese?
"Oh? You can tell the Orientals apart." I don't even know. "
To Dean's point, a woman says funny.
"I don't know."
Foltz shrugs his shoulders.
"I found out with fine workmanship and intonation." When I was a hungry ghost, there were Japanese people living in the neighborhood. "
And, Dean.
"Well... you guys saved my life, so stay at your house." "This is a no-residence, no-root grass." At the same time, you can enjoy your meal. I miss my nostalgia. If you give me a place to live and a meal, I can be your precaution for a while. "
The woman asks, takes the sunglasses out of the pocket of the jacket and wears them, but since they were cracked, tongues are thrown away.
"You'd better take a shower." I'm Dean, this is Alan. What about you? "
"Ahhhh"
"Ah, it's Fortz."
"I'm Mako."
When Dean and the others introduced themselves, the woman called herself with a smile.