I'm going to pick up the luggage Simon left in the waiting room.
There was a corpse rolling in front of the waiting room. It was the body of that mestiso salesman who hired Simon. He was killed by a stray bullet in the confusion of the shooting earlier.
Isn't it just a minimum job and an attempt to make things easier?
Simon looked down at the corpse and sarcastically murmured.
Nice to meet you, Simon.
Mako hands over to Simon who comes back with the package. Simon grabbed his hand back.
"I have something to ask you." You know Junko Yukioka firsthand, don't you? "
Yeah, I guess.
Mako asked, and Simon nodded.
I'm reluctant to ask honestly, but I'd like you to tell me about Junko Yukioka.
Please tell me how you are related to Junko first
"I'm Junko Yukioka's clone." Half-clone with a copy of the rest of the brain, to be exact. I've never met the original Junko Yukioka. "
Asked by Simon, Mako says.
I see.
"You're convinced?"
Simon nods and Mako smiles.
"Junko's surroundings are a mysterious world." I wouldn't be surprised. "
and Simon.
"I've never met the original." It's not that I'm not interested, but when I see you, I feel quite resistant. Imagine the sadness of a man made as a copy. "
Mako smiled molested himself, but at the time of speaking, Simon felt that he was not seriously pessimistic.
"Junko is like my master." Before I was still a hungry demon and fell into the back streets of Japan, I had various professors. It hasn't been remodeled. "
Is he a good guy?
"I'm a mad scientist, so I'm a bad guy." He's kind, thoughtful, gentle, bright, but he's pretty bad. "
Simon thinks he doesn't know what he's talking about, but he's not lying, and he can't answer any more.
"I see... oh, that's enough. I wanted to know, but I'm reluctant to know any more. It's a complicated mood. I don't feel like seeing you."
Mako has a lonely smile.
"I have a question for you, Junko's clone, why are you in the United States?"
Simon asks.
"I don't have a deep meaning." I wanted to see a lot of the world. Since I have seen Japan to some extent, I want to see other countries outside of Japan, and I have seen various countries around the world. If America gets bored, I'll go to another country. "
"Why are you gangbangers?"
"I don't mean to start another gang." I'm just using them because they have the same purpose. "
Mako gazes at Dean and the others a short distance away. I can't hear you two.
"I owe it to an organization called Salt Grilled Slug." I'm going to crush you. "
“It's probably the biggest gang in the city. How many of you are there?"
Simon laughs in awe.
"With you joining me, there are now five of us." It's fun to face Bonclars with a small number of elite people. ”
"You're just a stranger."
Simon sighed tinyly as he smiled at Mako.
"Simon Bell, may I ask you another question? Why are you working in a place like this? If I'm as good as you, I can sell myself for a lot more."
"I'm sorry, but I'm not good at standing around like that." If I had a manager, I would be able to live a more decent life. "
Simon jokes. I'm talking with a smile on my face. Not only was his mouth in the shape of a smile, but his eyes were always gentle, and he was like a man who conveyed warm air just by his side. Just by talking to each other, Mako was relieved.
"I see. You look just like me." No, in my case, I don't have the overnight money, but I'm talking about an instant daily life that suits my sex, so isn't it similar? Well, then, can you help us? "
"Hmmm..."
Simon had a thoughtful face when Mako invited him with an uncompromising smile.
(The smile is similar to that of Junko. No, this one looks more innocent and nasty.)
Simon began to be intrigued by a woman who called herself Junko's clone. It feels like there's something connected to meeting such a person here.
"Alright. As I said before, your original is my master." It's not a bad idea to give that back to the clones. "
"Nice to meet you."
With Simon's approval, Mako calls out to Dean and the others.
"It was certainly a great battle, but I've been able to be a good friend..."
Fortz wondered why Simon had been brought into the company.
You don't have to remember that my bargaining skills are amazing
Huh? What the hell is that?
Foltz leans back at Mako's rhetoric.
"If you're looking to negotiate again, you'll be in trouble."
Understanding the meaning of Mako's dialogue, Simon smiled and spoke on his behalf.
So, what are we going to do?
"I'm circulating information and recruiting comrades to rebel against the Salt Grill Slug." The rumors at this rally have been ruined by Saltgrill Slug's foolishness. There were many witnesses, so it would be easy to catch fire. In fact, there are several other people besides us who are angry and screaming on social media. "
Simon asked, and Dean answered with the holographic display projected.
"Let's go with the legendary killer I saw."
"That's another story."
Foltz insisted, and Dean frowned troublesomely.
"What? A legendary killer?"
Mako asks Fortz.
"The other day, that Jack Wraith saved me from being killed by Saltgrill Slug's shit." I live around here. I'll shoot five of them in no time. You were amazing back there, and Jack Wraith was amazing. It's legendary. "
First of all, I don't know who Jack Wraith is.
Foltz spoke with excitement, but he was alienated from the American backside.
"It's a killer in the top three of the American undercover society. Rumor has it you're familiar with Japanese backstreets. I've seen him like that before, and Fortz said it before."
Dean explains.
"I didn't just see it, I said I was saved."
The skin peeled off and became sore, Fortz.
It's a good story, isn't it?
Said Simon.
What do you want me to do?
Mako asks.
"I came to Alcapa City after hearing rumors that this Wraith guy is around here." I owe him. I owe it to you when I was working in the back streets of Japan. "
"Come on, let's be friends. How can I say that? It's the way to avenge me and make me your grandfather?"
Listening to Simon, Mako says something funny.
"I owe you, but I don't resent you." If you want manpower, go across the river. I'll bring Wraith in. "
"Hee, I'm hoping it'll be a convenient development."
Dean smiled at Simon, who was smiling.
Salt Grilled Slug's boss, King Slug, was oblique.
King Slug was a short, plump, fat black man. She is over sixty years old and her hair and beard are pure white. Dressed in full stomach clothes and swollen like a pregnant woman, the abdomen is carved with a tattoo of slugs with fangs. The slug had a hand and held a gun.
"Hey, who bought that chair?"
A grumpy slug of pizza and beer for lunch. Point to the chair in front of the desk with your thumb.
"It's me, King."
With a slightly frightened look, my subordinates are honest. Slug has his men call him King.
"It broke in just three months." You're kidding me. "
"Excuse me... I'll buy something a little better next time."
My subordinates apologize in horror for the slugs they blame.
"Do that. Stop buying cheap goods." That chair was worth the price. That's all I'm talking about. If you really need it, you don't have to think about value for money, and it's a lesson that you should buy something good. "
"Slug, it's case-by-case."
A tall man with brunette hair centered on a sofa across from a slug that dropped an upbeat lecture.
"My uncle was in a good mood when he bought a tall rifle, but the next day he went hunting and the gun exploded. When I thought I had gotten my ninth death, a bear that I was aiming for came and killed my half-dead uncle because of the smell of blood."
“Murdock, did you see that?”
"No way. Death is a guess from the trail of a corpse."
In response to Slug's question, the man called Murdoch smiled and denied it.
"We made expensive purchases." The price was high. But it was a good purchase. I think you were right to team up with the "Nudist School", and I'm grateful. "
The slug makes a transparent gesture. Murdoch lit a cigarette with a cold expression.
The growth of the Salt Grilled Slug and the dominance of the Alcapa City underpinning society has been helped by the prestige and support of the Nudist School, a giant gang that has now spread its power throughout the United States and is said to have no place to stand. Until the nudist school called out, the Salt Grilled Slug was a weak, sporadic street gangster.
“Slugs, you're blaming me for ruining a drug rally.”
Kelly Murdoch, a leading member of the Nudist School, says with a dazed look and spits out purple smoke towards Slug's face. The slug didn't move a single eyebrow, and his gaze was on Murdock.
"I'm almost ready to become a senior executive." And yet, I don't want the organization to think I wasted my money shopping cheaply. No, one mistake might not make a difference, but I don't want to make a mistake. For you, we were expensive and good buyers. That is a matter of course. But from my organization's point of view, what are you guys talking about? Maybe it's the same chair that you complained about being broken in three months? "
"The rally was crushed..."
"How important do you think that gathering is?" It's not just about Alcapa City. If the pipeline with the Colombian mafia is adversely affected, there will be a significant change in the drug inflow route. This is not a matter of organization and organization, but of trade between countries. Friendly relations that have been built up for decades can get cracked up and force you to rely on trade with other countries, where you can be a rough and expensive buyer. How much do you expect sales to drop if that happens? Your life cannot be redeemed by one. "
It was a slug trying to make excuses, but Murdock continued to tease him with a stronger tone.
"I know the importance of gatherings." As a welcoming host, I was supposed to be fully prepared. You can only think that someone framed you. "
The slug gives an explanation of the chill.
"You've been killing your men all over the place the day before, right?" You haven't been able to contain the dissatisfied molecules, have you? Besides, I didn't know who killed me. "
"There's a rumor circulating that Jack Wraith killed him..."
Huh.
Hearing Slug's words, Murdoch moved one eyebrow interestingly.