"Hello."
Nice to meet you. I'm Damian Nomura, the head of Diamond Bazooka.
A low, stiff voice resounds as King picks up the phone.
I heard you wanted to form an alliance, is that right?
'Oh, I don't want any trouble. It's the body that has escaped the trouble. "
"I'm not going to get out of this unless I'm sold in a fight."
But now that business is suffering, shouldn't we make a proper separation arrangement so that we don't have to feel uncomfortable with each other?
King exhales with a small breath to Nomura, who claims to be a flat and stiff voice.
"Are you telling me to divide it by region? I don't care if I wear it. Or are you asking us to refrain because you don't care? it's going to be a fight selling...."
There was a somewhat disturbing sound in King's voice.
It could be a skirmish, so I would like to make adjustments in advance. And let me tell you, you left a kidnapping journalist in our organization as a spy, didn't you? Isn't that an act of hostility? I helped her, too, a little bit. "
"From there, you're wrong." That idiot has nothing to do with us. I wanted to help you name our organization, so I said it out of my mouth. "
"That's right, but if the two organizations form an alliance, it can be difficult for other commercial enemies to enter, and it can only be beneficial. Why don't you think about it?
"That's right..."
Nomura devours without breaking. To be honest, the King didn't really remember the resistance to Nomura's plan either. I also know that it will be profitable. But for another reason, I couldn't get on board with his story.
If you change your mind, I'd like you to meet and talk to me once.
"Then how about tomorrow?" I haven't changed my mind, but I'll talk to you in person and decide if you deserve it. If you feel like it, come to Alcapa City.
King decides where to meet.
Alright, but... is it my imagination that you're so vigilant?
"No, I'm suspicious." I doubt it's a trap.
We're going to get into Alcapa City, which is in your stomach. We are the ones who risk our lives. '
Speaking in a faint tone until the end, Nomura hangs up.
(It stinks. I can't tell you exactly where... This is intuition.)
Rather than trusting the other person, King was quite suspicious. That's why we made it to Alcapa City, which is also within factional reach and home to Tee Time on the battlefield.
The next day, the faces of tee time on the battlefield went to one of the abandoned buildings in Alcapa City to meet with an organization called Diamond Bazooka.
King, of course, is accompanied by three executives: Simon, Alan, and Fortz. Of course, I also brought a lot of members from the lower end.
Alan has nominally made himself an executive, but has done almost nothing about his role as an executive. I was in charge of all the rough stuff. Foltz is also a cadre member thanks to the Philly List.
"That's quite a big deal..." I had three executives, and I had a lot of men. Did you need nearly twenty of them? "
While waiting in the abandoned building, Foltz said suspiciously.
"Moreover, the meeting place has become an abandoned building." Anyway, if it's another town-- "
Simon says with all his heart. Alcapa City is a tee time home for the battlefield, where police, politicians, and officials are all bought. I don't have a problem meeting at a hotel or something like that. Simon suggested that by avoiding it and choosing such an unseen place, he would be aware that it would become a war [Don Pachi].
We arrived at the building two hours ahead of schedule. Then they hid the lower ends all over the building. They also kept their marksmanship at bay. These are Simon's instructions.
It's a lot of care, but you have a bad feeling, too.
King called out to Simon, who instructed his men.
“Yeah, that's unnatural.”
"I knew it." Well, if this is an enemy trap, let's figure out how to set it up. "
Immediately after Simon nodded and King said in a sulky voice, countless explosions resounded and the building itself shook.
"What? They're shooting at us with missiles?"
King's expression changed, even as he continued to speak in a seductive tone.
"It's a sound I used to hear. This is a grenade launcher. It doesn't taste good in a room with a window. If they shoot at me, it's over."
On the other hand, Simon ran to the window and asked what was going on outside.
"You chose this building with very few shelters around." I can almost spot the enemy. "
Confirming the presence of armed soldiers with grenade launchers in the shade of rocks and trees, Simon smiles and shoots a gun through the window.
Everybody out of the window!
King gives orders to his men. I think they've done quite a bit of damage already.
After some shooting, Simon stepped out of the window and left the room. The King is with us.
Shortly after, a bang rang out from behind. A grenade was struck in the room where they were.
"They're soldiers."
Huh?
King frowned at Simon's words.
"Those guys at the MazoHistoDistinny site were also military men." It's probably a private army. But I was even more sophisticated and well equipped. It's not like a private army. "
"Why are you being targeted by such people?" Mazo-histo-distinny vengeance? "
Goodbye.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Alan came along as he was moving around the hallway and called out with a wolf.
What happened?
Ahhhhhhhhhh
Simon asked, and Alan sued for something.
Foltz's been hit, huh?
King, who understood some of Alan's language, changed his complexion. Simon also raised his eyebrows.
Alan's on the move, so the two of you follow. Probably from the tone of Alan's voice and the movement he was trying to take, Foltz wasn't dead yet.
"Fortz!"
Fortz collapsed in the room, surrounded by several of his men.
"I'm alive."
One of his subordinates reports, and King strokes his chest.
"It looks like five people were killed."
Another subordinate reports. Shortly thereafter, another explosion could be heard nearby.
"There's a lot of them. Let's get out of here." The enemy has better equipment and numbers. "
Simon complained in a harsh tone.
"Running away? We're surrounded." Except for me and you, I had more soldiers to train. I mean, you can't just shut up and run away. Wait for reinforcements and fight hard. "
King stares at Simon, swaying his words.
"No, we should run. If we stay here, we all die. It won't hold until reinforcements arrive. If you jump out there, you'll be killed, but the lucky ones will survive."
"Okay...... Change of policy. Run away."
With a strong tone of voice, King gnawed his teeth at Simon and gave him an order to overturn his decision.
The members took a breath. And I decided to be prepared. As long as I hear Simon's dialogues, he'll only get killed if he's here, but he'll have a better chance of dying if he's out there.
"I will serve you." Simon, lead the way. "
"I can't accept that either." The role should be the opposite. King leads, I lead. Alan, protect King. "
”Guu... wow”
Ahhhhh
Even then, Simon opposed King, and King became the top of the Buddha. Alan says something about such a king.
Well, normally, the boss should be in the middle of the safest place.
"I'm a king, so that's fine."
In a dumb tone, King gave Simon an unexplained reply.
I feel like I'm totally framed.
"He was two hours ahead of us, surrounded in advance."
King and Simon talk as they walk toward the first floor.
"I'll change the policy again." It's spreading out in pieces so that it doesn't get wiped out. "
King says when he gets to the first floor. The lower members were desperate to fight fear. It was like shooting at a grenade launcher. It is evident that they will also possess a class of machine guns. It would be insane to try to break through a space without cover in a situation where such a group is surrounding the building. Almost dead.
King burst out without hesitation.
Shots are fired from everywhere, and King runs handsomely through the space filled with bullets. And I jumped into the back of a shelter behind the wreckage of the building closest to it.
Behind the wreckage of the building was the body of an armed soldier. He was already shot and killed from inside the building. And their goods are still there. Grenade launchers, assault rifles, machine guns.
Set up a grenade launcher and shoot at other shields. We've already confirmed the presence of soldiers there.
After confirming the explosion, King jumped out of the shadows of the wreckage.
"Come on!"
King shouts at his hesitant minions in the building.
(I knew it. They're after me. You don't want to be strict about killing me properly, do you?)
Even when his minions came out, he saw that the enemy was concentrating on him, and immediately after King smiled, one of the bullets blurted King's cheek. The sunglasses are broken and fall, and the blood oozes from my cheeks.
When King jumped into yet another shelter, there were three people in different clothes from the armed soldiers. It's a casual jacket, but the head is covered with a mask. The firearm in my hand is a submachine gun.
The King quickly shoots two people to death, but the other one shoots at the King. Bullets hit King's shoulders and chest, but both were blocked by bulletproof fibers.
When King dashed toward the remaining one, he grabbed his head and hit his head on the floor with one hand. The man took a blow from the human apart, and his cervical bone and skull were cracked, and his eyes and brain plasma jumped out.
(It seems like a mixture of soldiers and gangsters.)
Looking down at the three corpses, King grabs one of them and jumps out of the cover.
Bullets focus on the King. Two of them hit the corpse.
Simon, like King, killed the people who were hiding in the shelter along the way while serving as Lord. A very risky move to reduce the number of assailants and our casualties.
Alan, who had King, Simon, and Foltz, managed to escape, but most of his men were minced along the way. Before leaving the building, there were seventeen men at the bottom, but only four of them were able to break through alive.