Six months have passed since King gave Luke his real name.
A crowded police car. The remains of rolling police officers. Remaining police officers to fight.
"What the hell is this guy..."
The new policeman groaned as he trembled. I watched more and more corpses, and I was frightened to death.
The newly arrived policeman's head is shot through. In the blink of an eye, the enemy turned to the side and shot the new policeman as soon as he entered the position where he could shoot him in the head.
The policewoman beside her clearly saw the enemy's face. An Oriental youth with a well-appointed face. His eyes are closed. There is a smile on my mouth.
Shortly thereafter, the policewoman can also drill a hole in the middle of her forehead.
"Oops, that was a waste to kill." It was quite something. I should have shot my limbs, used them to release my libido, and then killed them. "
The young man, Taniguchi Lu, who was standing up and shooting at the cops, mumbled unfortunately.
A city, a police force that fought gangs against each other. However, the results were similar. It was destroyed by just one person.
The land that can recognize the surrounding space in a different way than the visual can grasp the position, movement and ballistics of the enemy. You can shoot like a needle through a hole or dodge it. In the brain, all objects in space are projected three-dimensionally and can react immediately. We can calculate, we can predict.
That's not all. Land was also sensitive to murderous intent. The body reacts naturally to sniping at distances that are not recognizable by space.
Land is now the number three tee time on the battlefield, and it was feared by the nudist school, other organizations, and the police.
The reason why Ashiya Kurodou was summoned to the FBI to visit the United States was because of the Taniguchi Land Crusade.
“Although the tee time and nudist school on the battlefield were said to be the two biggest gangs, the nudist school was overwhelmingly the most powerful. But in just six months, that power plan has changed dramatically."
"Thanks to Taniguchi's rampage all over the place, tea time on the battlefield is now slightly higher." The number of people and the sphere of control. As for the danger level, the army will rise to the tee time of the battlefield overwhelmingly. "
"The dangerous thing is this Taniguchi Riki." "I didn't know there were people in the world who could kill and kill people so far..." It even feels so refreshing. "
Several FBI agents speak in front of Kurodou.
Mr. Ashiya, I've heard that you've defeated Taniguchi Ryu many times before.
"I told you before I came here, but if it's simple combat power, I'll outdo him." But I haven't gotten rid of him yet. "
I opened my mouth with a face that didn't float.
"He knows he's no match for me, so if he finds out I'm coming, he'll run away."
"That's all I'm comfortable with."
"It's hard to believe that you're stronger than that creature..."
“I'm counting on you.”
When I heard about Kurodou, the FBI agents were disturbed.
Is this another member of Tea Time on the battlefield?
Kurodou asks, looking at the projected holographic display.
"Yes, this is the female boss called King." This is Simon Bell, number two. This is-- "
Kurodou's gaze was directed at the tall woman with short hair who was shown on the holographic display.
(Is it because of your imagination? like Junko.....)
Looking at King, Black Dou thought.
The home of tea time on the battlefield. Four veteran executives, King, Simon, Wraith, and Dean, were hanging out in King's office.
Oh dear, the struggle is intensifying day by day.
Raising a slightly disgusting voice as Wraith checks out the city's battles on the holographic display.
It's time to settle this.
King threw his leg at his desk as he rolled back to his chair and said quietly.
“The media deal with gang warfare like they do every day. Are you so hungry for the story?"
Dean says while watching TV.
"It gives the impression that we are evil." There are many benefits to it. "
King throws up.
“The top of the nation accuses other countries, represses minorities, or wages wars because of votes and criticism. This is similar to that, isn't it?"
and Simon.
"As far as we're concerned, that's probably the end of the story." The media's tee time bashing on the battlefield is to crush us. "
"How can you say that?"
Dean asks, listening to King.
"Did you forget that you were taken care of by the scum of the private oil field shop?"
"Ahh..."
Hearing King's words, Dean convinced himself.
"According to the information received from Luke, Theodor Theon Demon, the representative of the NGO's" Border Ilane Corps ", seems to be an oversized piece of shit that runs the world's press. By manipulating public opinion, you're making it easier to crush us. I can even say that I am not preparing for that".
Recently, I've been completely out of trouble, but you've been preparing for tiger stare behind my back.
Listening to King's words, Wraith laughed outrageously.
"The real enemy is not the Nudist School." It was a private oil field shop. No... the powerhouses who rule the country from behind. These are the maggots who make the keeper of order. "
While saying that, King realized that he was inspired by Luke's vengeance and ideals.
"A person who calls himself a journalist has applied to give an interview."
Simon looked at his report and reported it further.
"Funny. Can I see someone like Hannah again?"
King's distorted smile widens.
"I checked, but now I'm a reporter for CMMM's famous beauty." It's not like a frivolous cowardly journalist like Hannah. "
"Tsubaki is tsubaki." Do you know what the difference is in the type of bamboo? "
Hearing more reports from Simon,
"Don't show your face at all."
No, I'll cum.
Simon advised, but King didn't listen.
The next day, a reporter named Sophia Green visited me at tea time on the battlefield.
"Thank you for responding to the interview. My name is Sofia Green from CMMM."
Sophia offered her hand to King, who was sitting in the reception room, to greet her and shake her hand, but King refused to respond.
“Rumor has it that freelance journalist Hannah Diaz was killed by your tee time on the battlefield.”
Sophia sits opposite King and starts the interview.
"Suddenly that's the story." Believing in rumors is the bottom of the line, you idiot. But the rumor is true. He who says it's true from my mouth and believes in it as a swallow is a fool, but I'll tell him it's true. "
King affirms with an unassuming tone. Sophia gasped, hoping to deny or mislead.
“Why did you kill him? Is it because you've got something deadly on your hands? Or did you just sniff around?"
Sophia asks more questions. There was some fear in his expression. The opponent claims to have killed the journalist. I am prepared to do the same.
"You seem to be dealing with me with some fear, but Hannah was not afraid of us at all." It was a tough guy. He talked to me and came to the gangster's house as if he were coming to visit his friend's house. When he was killed, he had a cute face that seemed to leak. And meeting him wasn't that bad, and I might have had a good relationship. "
"But I killed her..."
Sophia muttered to King, who spoke with distant eyes, as if to double-check and ask.
"Because he tricked us." Eighteen members of our organization have been killed. "
"Did you fool me?"
"Hannah was someone's runner [Pasiri]." You had better not ask who that person is. It has nothing to do with you. I'll tell you who's on top of you. "
For a moment, there was a flame of sincerity in King's eyes. Sophia saw it too.
He said, "Didn't you kill him just because he was a media person?"
"Then you've already killed me, and I won't accept such an interview." Are you just asking about Hannah? "
King smiles and shrugs his shoulders.
“No, about the recent battles across the United States. and the intense infiltration of gangs and mafias into the superficial society."
"As for the former, we don't even like it." That said, I'm not saying that all the hostile nudist schools are bad. This can't be helped. "
King answers in the middle of Sophia's words.
"You can't stop fighting?"
"I'm fighting to stop the fight." I don't know what you're talking about, but it's rational. "
King laughs away as if he had insulted him.
"It's not a rationale I want to understand. The people in your organization are dying, aren't they? Do you only think of your subordinates as pawns?"
"Be careful what you say. This is not a threat, this is a warning."
Instead of an intimidating tone, Sophia exaggerated in a quiet and gentle tone to King. This is more terrifying than terrible.
"The press is a race that thinks that if they are allowed to do anything with absolute justice, they will not be allowed to do anything that does not pass through their own home." Even if you stop him from breathing, my conscience won't hurt. "
“I've never come across an interview with such arrogance.”
"I know. That's why I'm going to let you live." If I showed any sign of it, I'd kill him. Oh, and be careful with the article. If you don't like what I'm saying, maybe I can come over to your house later and put it in Hannah's eyes? So, I'm going to answer that question, but I don't want my men to die. But fighting is inevitable. I can't. Again, we have to keep fighting to finish the fight. There's no such thing as a war, is there? Don't you understand the reasoning? "
The festival of King's words felt a sense of sadness and emptiness, and Sophia stopped touching on this topic any further.
“Okay, here's another question. I understand this is rude."
"Are you talking about a dialogue where you're prepared to be killed?" That's funny. Say it. "
Taking Sophia's serious gaze seriously, King urged her with a smile.
“I've interviewed gangs and mafia opponents four times before. Their background is poverty and rebellion. Even if you have a rebellious mind, you haven't experienced poverty, have you?"
"Do you realize that?"
King was a little surprised by Sophia's point.
"The muscle people I've talked to have spoken about how poor and bitter they felt before we heard them. But you haven't spoken to yourself, have you?"
"Well, there are a lot of things." It just so happens. "
There weren't many gangs at the top of the tee time on the battlefield in the first place. King, Simon, Wraith, and Land were different.
"You liked it a little." I'll give you a good story next time. "
On his way home from the interview, King told Sophia.
"Now? Not now?" I mean -- do you have a good story to tell? "
“Secrets. Things have a timing.”
In response to Sophia's question, King put his index finger in his mouth and laughed mischievously.