The small building in the city was spooked by some of the neighbors. This is because many of the people coming and going had a strange atmosphere.
Some thought it was a backstreet organization building. But until today, nothing has changed.
On that day, a very easy-to-understand abnormality occurred. There was a steady stream of gunfire around the building.
The neighbors were surprised, but even more surprised were the people who were entering and leaving the building. Many people didn't think they'd be attacked.
Bullets are constantly fired through the windows, and everyone in the building bows and does not move. No one wanted to fight back. The people who were entering and exiting the building were indeed residents of the back alley, but most of them were just desk workers and had never experienced rough times.
"You know where we are and you're attacking us!?"
"Who are they attacking?" What's the reason for the attack on the central facility? "
Just call for backup!
Whoaaaaa! My chunky chunky chunky chunky chunky! "
Tsk, let's fight back!
"I've never fought before!" Please be someone who is used to fighting! "
Voices of confusion and confusion, yells and screams are heard all over the building.
"Isn't it tea time on the battlefield?" It's relative to the center, and it used to attack people in the city hall and expose their necks. "
The statement someone made. The hearer turned pale. I felt it was likely, and I felt the fear that if the assailant was tee time on the battlefield, they would all be killed with no questions asked.
And the worst possible fears will be real enough later.
The raiders broke into the building and took the lives of the people inside. No one escaped and murdered every last one of them.
A black, middle-aged woman, like a chunk of fat, is devouring a chicken nugget. The body weighs more than 300 kilograms.
There are a lot of cases of chicken nuggets on the table. She eats it all the time. The man speaks loudly of having a steel stomach bag.
She calls herself Mrs. Chicken Nugget. As the name suggests, she only eats chicken nuggets.
Besides, she is not a married person, but she calls herself Mrs. When asked why, she answered with a proud smile. “Because I'm the woman who slept with a chicken nugget in my heart.”
Because of the nutritional bias, they sometimes made special chicken nuggets with vegetables, chicken nuggets with tofu, and chicken nuggets with eggs. Various nutritional supplements are also available in nutritional drinks. I also like chicken nugget juice, which is ground in a juicer with nutrients.
A lot of peculiar and quirky women, but they're in quite a position. There was an imminent crisis with her.
Mrs. Chicken Nugget has been in the same building for the last ten years. The giant is difficult to move, so it will not go out.
In the building, gunfire rang. Someone attacked us.
"Please run, Mrs. Chicken Nugget!"
"Hmm... do you think you can escape with this body of mine? With this body that takes in more than 10,000 calories a day of chicken nuggets....."
His men exclaimed, but Mrs. Chicken Nugget smiled selfishly, pinched her bellies with both hands, and shook her head.
"Don't worry about me, you guys run first." ah, wait.... "
While urging the men to escape, they threw boxes of chicken nuggets packed on the table at the men one after the other. My men catch a box of chicken nuggets with a strange face.
"Farewell. When you're finally in danger, throw the chicken nuggets inside." I'm sure the enemy thinks it's an explosive or something, so we have to get out of here. ”
"Hah, hah... hey, hey..."
"I see, I get it. Thank you...."
Mrs. Chicken Nugget said with a confident smile on her fatty face. The subordinates say thank you as they pull back.
The raiders kicked open the door of Mrs. Chicken Nugget's room as her men tried to leave the room. Not all of the assailants were Japanese.
Shooting starts, but the numbers are different. No firepower, no guns, no skill in cutting shots. Mrs. Chicken Nugget's men will be killed in no time.
"Damn it!"
One of the men throws a box of chicken nuggets, as Mrs. Chicken Nugget told her, but the assailant ignores them and turns them into a beehive.
"I can't believe that... it doesn't work..." Huan-san... Hojo-san... these guys are terrible... "
Mrs. Chicken Nugget fought when she saw an assailant stranded in a box of thrown chicken nuggets.
After killing all of their men, the assailants threw all their bullets at Mrs. Chicken Nugget. There are holes everywhere in the giant.
"It's worth the shot."
Sure.
Looking down at the blood-stained Mrs. Chicken Nugget, the assailants bathed in mockery and left the room.
"Guu....."
In the face of death, Mrs. Chicken Nugget still carries a chicken nugget in her mouth with her trembling hands. No, because I knew I was going to die. I wanted to keep eating chicken nuggets until the moment of death.
"Kiriko... I'll go over there too..." Let's eat chicken nuggets together...... yo...... blubber! "
Immediately after saying these words, the chicken nuggets gushed out with blood from Mrs. Chicken Nugget's mouth, and her eyes were left wide open with a large amount of chicken nuggets covered in blood.
Gunfire rang from the building's entrance. Obviously not a pistol. It is fired by submachine guns and assault rifles.
It was a submachine gun, too. Firearms and weapons other than handguns are restricted in the back streets. The reason for this may be to prevent the entanglement of citizens, or to suppress the fighting power of people living in the back streets. Meanwhile, the center had an assortment of machine guns. However, those who belong to the center don't have many opportunities to fight.
But right now, members of the hub are at war with machine guns. Enemies are attacking with similar firearms. The majority of the enemies are non-Japanese and are not residents of the back streets of this country.
Dark Cities There are central facilities in various parts of the designated city. Of course, many of these places are not open to the public, but if we investigate the places seriously, it will be very easy to find out.
The building in the city of Era is also one of the central facilities.
You still need reinforcements!
"What does the thirteen stairs of pleasure say!?"
“Tell him to send me the potassium chloride of his choice!”
Tuskete!
“It looks like more than one central facility in Ease City has been raided at the same time!”
"It's not just in Ease City." The central facility in Yakuza City has also been attacked. "
I thought it was tee time for the enemy on the battlefield... giggle!
The thirteen stairs of pleasure are here.
Screams and rage intersect. The marauders were clearly on the raiders' side, and the number of corpses grew one after another. It seemed like it was only a matter of time before they broke through the entrance.
Huh?
"Hey..."
"What are you talking about right now..."
The central members were surprised to see a dark-skinned boy with a voice without a sense of crisis coming out of the space where bullets were flying without hiding behind a shelter.
Roriko-kome...
The boy dances majestically to the entrance where bullets fly, and runs toward the enemy.
The raiders and the central crew were scattered. It's not just about the boy's recklessness. Because from the boy's hands, the white shining blade stretched out.
When the boy waved his hand, the blade of white light grew in line with its movement. A blade that stretches to the raider's location cuts off the torso and neck of multiple raiders.
The assailants shot at the boy as they watched as four men were killed in a single swing.
A membrane of light emerges from the boy's feet, and all bullets are captured in the air.
The membrane of light spread wide away from the boy and became a wall of light, approaching the assailants. The assailants saw it, stopped shooting and ran away.
Immediately after the shooting stopped, several spears of light were ejected from the wall of light. At the same time, the wall of light disappears. As the wall of light turned into a spear of light, it was reflected in the eyes of the central members.
The spears of light pierced the escaped assailants' backs one after another. The assailants inside the entrance were wiped out.
Are there still enemies outside?
Yes.
Boy ─ ─ The central member nodded with trembling in response to the question of the white fox string screw. The blade of light remained stretched from the hands of the string screw.
Well then, let's go.
With a bright smile, the boy ran out without hesitation outside the building, where there would still be many assailants.
Writing bulletin boards for backstreet residents only.
This is Medicine Buddha City. The center building is under attack by outsiders. He's been criticized for his pistol. "
The bus terminal north of Akari-cho is also being raided. This is a central facility. The assailants are not Japanese, are they?
"It seems that the central facilities in various places have been raided." Simultaneous Multiple Terrorism
It's amazing how you can sell a brawl to the center. History turns upside down, doesn't it?
Pu-pu-pu-pu-pu
Who's attacking you?
Is it your brain? Besides tee time on the battlefield, right? "
I don't know how to stir it up all the time, but I couldn't think of anything else, because I used to have tea time on the battlefield with the centerpiece.
Because it would kill one of the top executives in the thirteen stairs of pleasure, Mayor Kiriko Toxida.
Which one wins?
You can't beat the center.
No, this is definitely the composition of the tee time of the battlefield versus the back streets of Japan. That's what the center is supposed to do. "
Rather, it's a war between Japan and the U.S.?
It seems that the battle is over here. We are pulling up at the same time by car. There was no atmosphere of escape, so it seemed that the assailant had won. ”
I need you to send me an image or video of the guy on the spot.
It's the side that was attacked. I happened to have an errand in the center building, and I was attacked by an escort, but I was repelled. There was one of the thirteen stairs of pleasure, the White Fox String Helicopter, and he was indifferent. ”
Oh, let's do it!
How many tees does it take to beat the tee time on the battlefield, but in terms of quality, does it beat the center?
"Mrs. Chicken Nugget, Death Confirmation."
On the first day of the assault, the thirteen stairs of joy were called (one) kill again!? This one's another big deal. "
There are still eleven of us left.
"Maybe this will do." it could be a backstreet without a center......]
Will tee time on the battlefield dominate the back streets instead?
Yes, I don't think I can beat the center.
Pu-pu-pu-pu-pu