Another day has passed.
This racetrack is located within Alcapa City. Today is the day of the Powered Suit Race.
Salt Grilled Slugs are a big part of this racetrack. The boss, King Slug, is a race fanatic and drives for his protection.
"King... there's a bad report..."
King Slug tongued as his men screamed in horror as he raised the tension for the race, which was to begin in an hour.
"There are a lot of missing people in the organization."
"You told me to refrain from acting alone."
King Slug will decide whether it is related to the rally the day before yesterday.
"Every group has disappeared. Three groups have disappeared, and eleven people have not been contacted."
It's a battlefield tee time thing.
The abominably murmuring King Slug. It has also come to my attention that an organization called Tee Time on the Battlefield is gathering people to overthrow Salt Grill Slugs. I also sent in spies.
"The two spies who went to apply have lost contact with each other."
Continuing to hear bad reports, King Slug's swollen face is distorted by his fat.
"I'm sorry to hear that."
Suddenly a mocking voice came from behind, and King Slug stood up in a hurry and looked back.
"Why are you here..."
King Slug watches as Kelly Murdock and Bob Marrigan turn up, bewildered. The two are executives of the Nudist School, the upper organisation of the Salt Grill Slug.
"The Nudist School takes the matter of the day before yesterday very seriously. Because of that, I might be removed from the career course."
King Slug took a breath to Murdock, who told him quietly. I can't read the bottom of Murdock's stomach, but I can't believe I don't remember my anger thinking common sense. And they are secretly saying that they are responsible.
Even though the invisible enemy is hiding, I can't afford to participate in the race.
Marigans laughing and mocking.
"Well, if there's a chance that the enemy will come after you during the race, it's probably the other way around." You can set him up in a trap. "
"I will come with that intention."
Murdock tells King Slug to forcefully declare.
I don't know if you knew there was a high chance that the enemy would show up, or if you were an idiot who wanted to race without much awareness, but if the enemy showed up, let me take a look at the place where they would be repelled.
Try not to be the other way around.
Murdock and Maligan dislike it, but King Slug remains awe-inspiring. I don't even put my tongue out in my heart. In fact, I have committed a major failure, and I have been witnessed at the place where I am about to enter the race under such circumstances. It's a very unpleasant situation.
“Well, quizzes,” he says, “when you find a video that gets a lot of views, you have the job of pushing a low rating from the bottom up, and you have the job of writing a low review on a merchant site. I have to make one of them my younger child. Now, the question is, what kind of work should I do to educate my children? Answer in your head in five seconds. Five...... Boo...... Sly ~...... Too ~...... Woof...... Blackout!"
“Maybe everyone here gave me an answer in their head that they don't like either of them.”
Murdock smiled bitterly at Marigans who suddenly asked for a quiz.
In addition to the six players Mako, Simon, Wraith, Dean, Foltz, and Alan, about 30 percent of the newcomers who entered the battlefield tea time yesterday took a dozen people to the Alcapa City racetrack.
"There's a lot of people in there. Is the Powered Suit Race so popular?"
Mako looks over the auditorium seating. Mako is right, the seats are filled with customers.
"Does Mako feel alienated from the situation in this country?" It's been very popular for about five years. "
Well, it's been more than six months since I've been here.
Dean said, Mako smiles and admits.
"Are you going to run in that?"
Mako turns his attention to some of the Powered Suits already on the racetrack.
In addition, you can attack another runner, it's a stupid competition.
Simon laughs. I know this sport exists, but I wasn't very interested. Simon doesn't like sports in general in the first place.
"You can only attack the suit part." It's a rule that you shouldn't hurt your body. "
"It's a rumor that [Private Oilfield] made it popular." To sell the Powered Suit. "
Fortz and the rules, Dean put the fashion backdrop into his mouth.
"There are scum of skin tone and dry clothes all over the place." For security. I know you've killed a lot of people, but there's a lot of them. How many members are there? "
Inside the venue, Mako confirms the beige jacket and the man in the beige suit, and poisons them with abhorrence.
“Hundreds of people. It's only in one city, so it's probably a lot of gang density.”
"Those who crushed the tissue are absorbing and swelling up." There are probably a lot of people who are obedient, so if you take your head off, I think you can get nostalgia. "
Dean said.
"Dean, you're Hideyoshi." I'm Nobunaga, though. "
“How's it going?
Dean couldn't understand the meaning of Mako's words with a smile.
Mako doesn't admit to nostalgia and wants to kill anyone who turns against him.
"That's..."
Simon, who was born and raised in Japan, explained it to Dean.
"I know, it's just what I want." Dean, I will do as you wish. That's the right answer. "
And, Mako.
Today, the plan is to include Wraith in the race and use the fight in the race to kill King Slug.
Just in case, instead of just letting Wraith do it, Mako and the others had a plan to break in. That's why I brought in a lot of people who joined me on the battlefield for tea time.
"I wish I could leave it to myself." You don't trust this mighty assassin? Grandpa, you're losing your motivation because of the shock. "
Lace was unhappy with the plan.
There's no guarantee of success because it's a special situation called assassination in the race instead of killing normally.
Simon calms down.
"If it's me, Simon, Dean, and Alan in a set, get in the car and break into the racetrack." Dean and Alan are going to kill the slugger's boss. Me and Simon are the guards. We need to keep the slugs out of the way. "
What about me?
Foltz points to himself.
"You command the others." We need support from the seats. "
"Ah, response... it's an important role, isn't it?"
Of course. Stupid. It's important.
Mako spoke up angrily to Fortz, who tended to hesitate. Foltz shrugs.
So, are you ready for me to take part in the race?
I checked with Wraith.
“All right, I got one of the race contestants to take turns.”
Dean answers.
"Acquisition? Threat?"
Simon asks.
"I used both of them." Though the threat was minimal. If you make a bad impression on people, it may cause harm where you don't know where to keep it. "
"Haha, this kid, he's so talented. I like him."
Listening to Dean's answer, Wraith laughs.
"It's about time." Participants have to go to the waiting room. "
Simon inspires Wraith.
"Sniff, then I'll whip you to the old bone." Damn, this is a rough organization of servants. "
"I'll tell you what I want to do, grandpa."
Mako laughed and pushed into Wraith.
For King Slug, besides being just a hobby, the Powered Suit Race also aimed to thicken the pipe with its sponsor, the private oilfielder. I have already made several acquaintances of private oil shops.
The only way to win back a private oil field shop is to earn results in the race. Since King Slug is old-fashioned and boasts high performance, it has become popular not only within Alcapa City, but also externally.
Powered suit athletes line up at the start. And of course, King Slug.
(sighs)
With a sense of struggle all around him, King Slug smiled unstoppably at the slight murderous intent that was obviously directed at him. Until I was sixty-two years old, I lived in a world of cut and stretched. It has an extremely sharp sensation. The liver is also sitting.
GO!
When the race starts, ten athletes in powered suits run together.
Some of them deliberately delayed and attacked with goods from behind. Some people take out a weapon with a long handle and poke it, while others hit a steel ball chained to it.
But when such an attack is made, none of them that are before them shall panic. This is the scene you promised at the start of the Powered Suit Race. Rotate your arms as you run and guard them with shields and stolen goods.
One of the guards was there. The arm part of the Powered Suit is blown apart by the blow of the axe spear "Halvard".
"It's crazy and fun. I don't enjoy it the same way."
Wraith looked sideways at the sight and set it up against King Slug. I swung the seven-knot stick around and released it towards King Slug's head.
King Slug is prevented by the arm of the Powered Suit. The seven-knot stick was almost entangled in his arm, but King Slug quickly pulled his arm back.
"You're here soon." It's easy to understand. "
As he ran, King Slug looked back at Wraith and his gaze. They are running within easy reach of each other.
"Are you Jack Wraith?"
"Oh, oh, I found out. What did you say?"
The voice of King Slug called out, and Wraith let out a dumb voice.
"It's been rumored for a long time." You're the one who's been murdered by my organization. "
"Yeah? I only killed five people."
Huh, that's still too much.
King Slug threw an ax at Wraith, who looked surprised.
An axe chained to a flying chain, Wraith grabbed it with the arms of a powered suit.
"Shit... my weapon has failed." I thought it was okay because of the reach, but it was hard to use. "
Wraith swung the seven verse stick as she poisoned herself, but King Slug took the time to avoid it.
The attack and defense continued as I ran. No matter what Wraith looked like, it felt like she was being pushed.
(This grandfather, on top of being quite skilful, gets used to the battle of the Powered Suit. Damn, I'll be ten years younger. Can't you beat the yearly wave?)
As he fought, Wraith figured out how to turn back from here.
And there was a man behind Leith who was attacking.
Preventing a hammer attack, Wraith saw the attacker from behind alternating with the King Slug running in front of him in a sinuous manner.
(There was a murderous intent. I see, is that so?)
I suspected that the one coming from behind would be King Slug's men. King Slug is probably bringing his men into this race to increase his chances of winning. I must have been prepared for a raid on myself this time.
"Come on, Grandpa Wraith is dying."
"Aaaahhhhhhh"
Seeing Wraith being attacked by the two of them, Dean pointed out, and Alan turned his upset face towards Mako.
Well then, let's activate the plan I've set up.
Mako stood up from the audience and pushed her sunglasses up with an unstoppable smile.