That was two days ago.
Mako's start against Salt Grill Slug was trivial.
"General Manager Appointed."
Ah?
Mako, who was sitting at the counter of the tavern, was approached by a bad group of beige jackets and called out with a smile.
"You're lucky." The general manager is generous, so he pays you well. "
One of the thugs in the beige jacket points back with his thumb and tilts his neck backwards. An elderly man in a high-quality suit who does not fit into a cheap tavern is looking at Mako and laughing.
Mako understands that this is the case. A great man from a company and his assholes are coming to visit this insecure Alcapa City. And I think of myself as a whore, and I'm trying to buy it. Or even if I knew I wasn't a whore, I was going to buy one. In the latter case, they would be willing to abduct him and turn him into a consolation.
In any case, I thought it was worthy of death, but I was drunk and I ignored it because the response was troublesome.
What the hell are you doing, ama?
Mako continued to drink on her own without paying any attention to her dick, which grew so grumpy that she kept shouting something afterwards.
It was a dick that was screaming for a while, but because Mako was completely unresponsive, she finally gave up and left Mako.
"Excuse me."
Then, in order to swap, the elderly man sits next to Mako alone.
(Oh, oh, that's pretty cute.)
Looking up close, Mako had a slightly favorable impression of the opponent. I am old, but my face is fine and tidy. His eyes were filled with a powerful and warm light. He is a gentleman.
The inner surface appears on the face. That is extra pronounced in old age. And Mako is confident in his eyes. The gentleman did not feel the smell of his soul.
It looks like you and your men were disrespectful. Let's apologize.
"Subordinates? Are you a gangster, too? He said he was the general manager."
Mako said surprisingly, listening to the dialogue of the junior gentleman in a calm tone.
"It's two pairs of grass shoes. And I like to call them General Managers. But I don't like to be called your boss."
I see. Well, you're very well guarded.
Mako looks at the group of dicks in the back. There were nearly ten of them.
"I have many enemies. It's not just outside the organization. Inside, too."
A bitter smiling gentleman.
Mako then bounced the conversation with the junior gentleman.
(It's because I haven't had sex for a long time, I'm feeling frustrated, and I wonder if I can fill my stomach with this handsome sun)
Mako, who liked the opponent, went to the hotel with a drunken momentum. On the way, I was surrounded by a group of beige jackets.
Entering the room, Mako opens his mouth as he exchanges hugs.
"Hey, let me say one... nonsense."
What is it?
"You don't have to believe me." I don't sleep with anyone but the one I like. I'm not the kind of woman who opens her crotch to anyone. "
It's an honorable dialogue.
After the kiss, the gentleman went to the refrigerator.
"I'll give you a present."
A gentleman took out wine from inside and said the brand, but it didn't go into Mako's head. Honestly, I don't like wine very much, but I'll try to match it with my opponent by pretending to be happy.
I drink wine with a toast, but I don't like it anyway, so I kept it just for a sip.
After that, while turning off the lights and caressing each other in bed, Mako suddenly felt ill.
(What? This......)
Mako leaves the gentleman's body, feeling fierce nausea, dizziness, and chills.
"Hey...."
Ughhhhh!
Mako called out and the gentleman shouted at the tip of the arrow.
Grrrrrrrrrr!
When the lights are on, the gentleman shouts the doomsday demon with his miserable figure and sprays a lot of blood from his mouth. Mako gets a lot of blood on his body.
"Poison...?"
It reminds me of the gentleman's dialogue earlier. They say there are enemies in the organization. In other words, I suspect that he was poisoned and killed in a power struggle within the organization.
The gentleman was quickly exhausted. Mako thinks it might be that wine. Mako also drank the same poison, but with a small amount and the robustness of Mako's body separated from humans, it did not lead to death.
“General Manager! Are you alright!?”
A violent knock echoes.
(Come on... it must be strange. It is convenient to step in at this timing.)
Mako gets dressed in a hurry, dazed.
Gunfire rings. Door knobs are broken, doors are kicked, and guardian beige jacket thugs come in.
"Wow ahh! The General Manager is getting killed!" You bitch! What kind of spinner is that? I'LL kill you!! "
One of the dicks shouts at Mako with a terrible pole-reading conversation and shoots at him. Make it tough and shoot the other cocksuckers.
This radish actor!
Mako screamed and shot the first thug who screamed with a stick reading. Shot in the head, the dick falls down. It is clear that he is the one who betrayed the gentleman. And after putting the sin on Mako, he probably plotted to seal his mouth.
A group of beige jacket shots pierced Mako's arms and legs.
"Shit..."
Because of the poison, Mako's movements were severely dull. If the physical condition is normal, I will not take this number of people unaware.
After that, Mako managed to knock back all the assailants and escaped the hotel, after being shot all over his body.
Mako, desperately desperate, ran away. I can't fight in this state. I was conscious that I was running away while scattering bloodstains, but I couldn't help it.
When I was running away, my consciousness was cut off many times.
I finally think about taking the car and fleeing on the way. I can't think of anything like that, and my ability to think is compromised by the damage of poison and gunfire.
"I have to... take the car..."
Mako muttered, and immediately afterwards his consciousness dimmed.
Mako collapsed in the back alley when he noticed. I even think that maybe once he fell down, he didn't move at all from there.
When I suddenly returned to consciousness, I felt my body being dragged.
It wasn't like they were being dragged by the thugs. The person who was pulling the collar was not even a human.
It was a shepherd dog. Probably a wild dog. Like I saw it, it's quite a rotor.
"Where am I going to take you..." Are you the prince of my white horse? Shall I give you one shot as a thank you? "
Mako laughs and speaks to an old Shepherd who drags himself.
Shepherd dragged Mako's body and moved around the alley.
While being dragged, the bullets remaining in the body are discharged to the outside of the body. Mako's flesh is different from ordinary people's. And I realized that the poison was gradually escaping. Still, my body doesn't seem to be moving properly.
I was dragged to a broken warehouse. It was half destroyed by a burst of missiles during the war and left unattended. But there were lights inside.
Once inside, Mako was stunned by the presence of familiar people. A group in a beige jacket.
Mako felt strange, like she wanted to cry, like she wanted to laugh. The old Shepherd was brought here by the enemy gang he was dealing with.
"Hey, were you... a guru...?"
Mako calls out to the dog.
One, one, one...
Shepherd releases his mouth from Mako and barks happily as he shakes his tail at a group of beige jackets.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, dog
Ahahaha, this is a masterpiece.
"What kind of dog is that?" It's a fucking rescue dog. "
The thugs laughed at the sight.
"We need to reward your clever doggy."
As one of the thugs pulled out his gun, he pointed the muzzle at Shepherd's head and pulled the trigger with a smile.
Mako froze at the sight. Mako's gaze is nailed to a rotruff dog that has fallen to his side.
"I'm sorry I doubted you. I'm sorry... I just fell over there... I just met somebody..."
I apologized to Shepherd for what he had done. The sadness is raging in my chest.
"Hey, if you look closely, you're a good woman." Let's rape [Mawa] before it's too late. "
Hey, hey, hey.
"It's gonna bleed out, and I'm gonna get dirty."
"That's good, isn't it?"
I'm Pass. I just pulled it out.
The thugs gathered around the fallen paw and bowed and reached out.
The nearest thug's head turned backwards. It turned 180 degrees.
Huh? Huh!
A long blade jumped out of the tip of a long boot and pierced the throat of a man who was trying to take off his paco's hot pants.
The other dickhead spins. This time it was bent 270 degrees. The other dicks saw it clearly this time. Mako grabbed the man's head with one hand and easily broke his neck bone.
The poison was gone. All the bullets had been discharged and the bleeding had stopped. My health was quite low, but my anger moved Mako's body.
The sound of gunfire resounded continuously.
One minute later, all the thugs in the beige jacket were down. Mako was stroking Shepherd's head with love in a warehouse full of corpses.
The city - Alkapa City - was hit by a missile during the US-China War, and the scars remain.
It used to be a big city, and the remnants of the building complex are still there. However, the interior of the office building and its surroundings have now become a slum of criminals and immigrants' nests, and the healthy local residents have become a magical cave that is never to be approached.
Many of the buildings remained devastated by direct missile strikes. Such places were also convenient for criminals.
Several small street gangs are spreading, perhaps into insecure cities, but these days things have changed.
An organization with one great power appeared in the city, and it forced small street gangs to obey, absorb, or leave. Those who defied were relentlessly struck with lead balls.
Thus, the society behind the city was placed under the control of an organization called "Salt Grilled Slug". There were some street gangs that barely survived, but they finally managed to escape and hide from Salt Grill Slugs.
Tea time on the battlefield was also one of the many humbling street gangs in Alcapa City. I have fought with other gangs several times, but I have only developed into a serious fight with one hand, and the number of casualties is not big.
That said, since the original number of members is only around ten, and there are not many new members, the fact that there are dead people is taken seriously. The smaller the group, the stronger the cohesion tends to be.
"Salt Grilled Slug..."
In the morning, while taking a shower, Mako mutters his name.
The name of the organization that hurt me two days ago. The name of the organization that killed the gentleman and the old Shepherd.
"I have to pay you back."
While wiping his body with a towel, Mako decides again.
Fortz turned away as he watched Mako leave the living room in his underwear, and Dean whistled and grinned.
"You have a nice body that you've trained quite a bit." What a Stunning Six Pack ”
"You're the one who praised me."
Mako smiles when he hears Dean's praise.
Mako's gaze turned to Fortz, who turned away from his face.
"What? Are you a virgin?"
"Chiiiiii......"
Mako made fun of Foltz, and Foltz turned away from him, making a flustered face.
“Besides the tee time on the battlefield, can't you use your hand to call out to those who are rebelling against the Salt Grilles Slug?”
”Ahh... ahhh... wooo...”
Mako asks, and Alan shakes his head to the side. I still wear my coat indoors.
"The gangsters who were originally here are not very close." In the first place, I know all the gangsters here have been working together.
"But that doesn't change your defiance, does it?" Take your handiwork with you - no, why don't you show your strength and call it out? "
Mako still suggests to Dean, who shows a difficult color.
Handicrafts?
Foltz asks.
"Do you still have the corpses of those people who rose yesterday?" Cut off their necks and leave them in their jackets and suits. Yeah, and the other day, there's a warehouse where I killed a couple of them. Maybe there's still a body left, so do the same for them. Then, after exposing it in a prominent place, you can advertise that it's the work of tee time on the battlefield. "
Listening to Mako's instructions, Foltz took a breath. I don't understand the change in Alan's expression. Dean seemed to be ready sooner rather than later, turning into a tight face.