The destruction of the manufacturing plant of the Red Tormentor modification was also completed, and today's activities ended, with Bowman and Hawkko breaking up with Mika and returning to the hotel.
Plans ahead include a raid on the home of the bamboo break the day after tomorrow. It's a decision I'd rather put aside a day and go the day after tomorrow than get into the HQ with the momentum that's going on right the next day. The next day, the level of vigilance is also intense.
If you take a day, for what you are alert to that day, the next day the tension will loosen slightly and the fatigue of the alert posture of the previous day will also remain on the enemy, Mika claimed. Plus, we're going to have an important conversation tomorrow night.
"Uh, that true guy. Hey, it's been a while since I've had an impact. I don't think he's human."
Reminds me of the battle with True, and Eagle Hiko gives it to me on the subject.
"And I mean Mika. You think they're enemies? As a matter of fact, you're hiding something."
"It's a delicate place, but, uh, if you're an enemy, you'd do it a little better."
I don't think Mika is the enemy of Bowman. But at the time I'm hiding something, I'm not even willing to believe it from my head.
"Behavior was checked by someone, and the conversation came through. I know. You mean some of them are enemies? She seems to have a lot of things going on, but there are things going on, and she's been in contact with us both for help - that's a conscientious interpretation."
Hawkeyok's interpretation is largely similar to that of Bowman's, but he seemed in the mood to side with Mika.
"She said Makoto Aizawa wasn't the enemy, but do you know what that means?
"I didn't actually feel like killing, and there's going to be some kind of situation. Besides, he politely gave us a vaccine. He was about to get himself killed."
I don't know how many thoughts people who are not enemies could have been attacked, or even through a break in the bamboo, and then why they were about to be killed on the break side of the bamboo.
"I wonder if there's anything between Junko Suzuoka and the Bamboo Break"
"The Red Tormentor is a unique weapon made by Junko in the first place. Well, I'm scared to put it into action, but it doesn't have anything to do with mob crackdowns or borders - and it's a substitute for the doctors and NGO people to use in self-defense. It's a break in the bamboo that's selling out the Red Tormentor modification that modified it. Isn't it natural to see that there's a connection?"
Mika seems to know everything, but even if you ask her at the moment, she's not going to tell me.
There were many uncertainties, and because Mika knew them, she decided that it was not a good idea to cut them off with Mika now, so she decided not to disconnect.
"I kind of have a really bad feeling about this one, don't I? It was that girl who changed my life. Yeah. I still remember that kid very well. She was cute, and she looked so good. But I was a little scared. I was afraid of that innocent place the other way around."
Bowman was more anxious about the very fact that Junko was involved than about Mika's hiding or Junko's relationship with a break in the bamboo.
"So, you're afraid that he's turning to the enemy now?
Hawkeyok also knows Junko very well. Before falling into the back street, he spent some time with the bowman at the Snow Oka Institute when he received a single handset from Junko, including combat training and knowledge of the back street.
"We don't know if it's the enemy yet. Without Makoto Aizawa's suspicious behavior or Tsukina-san's words, he could be identified as an enemy. If it's an enemy, you can see it as working hand in hand with a bamboo break. Yeah. I'd like to hope not."
The eagle hiko also takes a serious look when he sees a bowman with a constant floating and spare attitude, rarely weak hips.
"It was a theory on the battlefield that he was going to die first from freaking out with a bad feeling in his mouth like that. Besides, you said something like it wasn't enough. If so, don't turn that fear into something to look forward to. I'm afraid that's why we're having fun and immersed in this world."
Encouraged by the eagle hiccups, the bowman waves small and hazy.
"It's not like Don Patti's fear, is it? Well, then it's not, and it's more... uh, it's hard to explain, this. A creation that stands up to the Creator? Sun Wukong on Buddha's Palm? There's no such thing as a vague image."
When Bowman first met Junko, he had the impression that he had nowhere to be caught. Now that I think about it, I know I was the bearer of a feeling that was considerably off normal human beings, and I was a kid who couldn't predict what I would do.
I can't help but be anxious that such a person might be given a new life and turn such a person into an enemy.
After being empowered, I was able to debut as a doomsday because she taught me Iloha, who lives in the back streets, and I owe her a debt. In that sense, I don't want to set things up. But for whatever reason, if it becomes hostile, we have to kill it.
"If it was something, would you stop here? Mika is also unfaithful at a time when she's hiding something. You might wonder what my original motive was."
"No, there's no throwing on the way."
A bowman who tells you clearly with a straight face.
"It's kind of disgusting to stop here, too. Once you're on stage, you have to stay on stage until the end. All the time, because I'm the star on my ascending stage. Yeah."
"Yes, yes, I'm always your option, sidekick."
In an infidel, rotten tone, but his face was a grinning eagle hiko.
At noon, the day after the bamboo resting Ajito was crushed both ways as he continued to stand, Zao invited Junko and True to dinner at the restaurant where he was going.
"I've been stuck in the lab for a long time, but I was wondering,"
Zuo had three bodyguards standing behind him, pinching the table and sitting true opposite Junko.
True and Junko sit next to each other as if leaning in. At first glance, it also looks like a couple of friendly beautiful men and women, but Zao realizes that the truth is to protect Junko immediately when something happens. Unlike Tasmania Devil, this restaurant is not a contested neutral area.
"I appreciate it, but this guy needs extra help. If you leave me alone, I may be pulling into the lab without going out for more than a month."
"True, you don't have to say anything extra."
Truly, Junko smiles, pointing to Junko next door at the tip of the fork.
"At last, I'd like to clarify what happened yesterday when you invited me to dinner. When I was in a relationship with Mika Tsukinawa and Bowman Amano, your people sprayed me with a virus and tried to kill me together."
In true words Zuo stifles his expression. Feeling the disturbing air, tension runs on the three bodyguards as well.
"Mm-hmm. Fukuda tells me... But there's no way I'm giving that order. It's a mistake."
He stretched his spine perfectly and tried to arrive with a tattered structure, but he couldn't contain the agitation, slightly but his voice was trembling.
But even being hostile to the Mad Scientist, considered one of the living legends of the back streets, while turning revolutionaries of great skill and international level visibility against their enemies is not a hoarding one.
In fact, that couldn't have happened. I can only assume that there has been some mistake, although I have ordered Kamamara to ask all the constituents in the organization.
"I wasn't expecting or anticipating that kind of development either. Normally, I can't even think of a reason for you guys to kill you. Although it is possible that some of the constituents of the Bamboo Break had a personal grudge against me or True."
"The factory surveillance cameras were also powered off, so there's no evidence. I want to prove our innocence, but there's no way."
Junko was loving, as usual, but because True is releasing an aura that is more expressionless but clearly evil, Zao was mainly conscious and conversational with True.
"That's a good place to be incompetent. Assuming you were in my position, do you think you'd be willing to give me a hand?
Looking to Zao, the truth speaks out. It was an unforgiving tale from a child like not half of himself alive, but Zao learns fear before he gets angry.
"Don't be... But how do I prove it? There's nothing I can do."
A painful facade.
Soon the truth rose and pulled his pistol out of his nose. The three bodyguards also react to it and put their hands on the nostalgia gun.
"Stop, you guys."
Zuo controls with a quiet, but resolute voice. I see that these three are very toothless. If you were to be killed here, it was an order to think of your men as the only ones who could be killed.
"Isn't this the three of us?"
That's what one said, but he solidifies himself under gaze by Zuo.
"Look me in the eye, not that way."
I stuck a gun in Zao's head, and the truth was, I said it away. Breathtaking Zoe.
"Keep talking with your eyes. If I look at it and decide it's not false, I won't do anything."
In the wake of the true words, Zao sat down and received a true gaze. There was fear, but there was no falsehood or dust.
"A hungry ghost! Shut the fuck up and listen to me!
In the form of water pouring into the interaction, the bodyguard of the seemingly short-minded boy's head stares at the truth in the form of anger. Unlike Zuo, he was more angry than fearful about the busty mouth of a kid of his own.
"That's a short-lived clutterfish bracelet."
I said pale away. Truly, kid, your head completely cuts off and tries to pull out the gun.
During a few seconds of a comma in the process of pulling a gun out of his nostrils, a large hole was worn in the center of the forehead of the boy's head, which collapsed as he ejected blood and brains from the back of his head.
The other guests in the restaurant froze. No one screamed. It didn't even seem to speak out for too many shocking events. Although there may have been times when there were few women visitors.
Truth was holding two large-calibre pistols in each hand, aiming at the foreheads of the two remaining bodyguards.
We both couldn't react at all. When they realized it, their colleagues were killed and dressed to hold their fate. He is rigid in his outfit with his hands in his nose and his gun grabbed.
"You won't have to kill me. If it's your arm, you don't have to kill it."
A collection that stares at the truth and bites the teeth.
"I've been trying to see if you deserve credit, but you got extra tea in there. Besides... I killed him because it's a tula that makes me want to kill him. You don't seem like such a bad guy, but your men can pick a few more."
Looking to Zuo, the fear of Zuo blew up into the true words he told with his gaze from above, and in an instant reached the critical point of anger.
"Try? Tea in? This way, you don't have to do that and trust me!
Zuo yells, slapping the table with both hands and getting up.
"Right. So you're gonna die?
There is a cold light in my true eyes. Violent killing releases more than true, and Zao and his two bodyguards pale.
Zao's anger woke up all at once. Unusual killing air enough to make you think you are paralyzed to the air. He looks like a little beautiful boy, but the contents are extremely dangerous beasts. Zao was the thought of knowing with his own self the word frog stared at by a snake.
"Ah, these pears are delicious."
In a one-touch mood, Junko, who had been eating with no tension at all only one person, gives a bounced voice.
"Yes, ahhh."
and stretch the pear pierced by the fork to the true one.
Truth is, I pour my gaze on the pear, I think about it a little bit, and then I open my mouth and put my face forward in the outfit where I stuck a gun to the two of them as it were, and I try to get the pear.
Quickly pull in the hand Junko stretched out, put a pear in his mouth, look up at the truth and try to spread a pranky grin.
Shortly afterwards, a second shooting.
I didn't shoot at Zao's bodyguard. He shot one of them with a right-hand gun to Junko's head. but Junko was hitting his upper body with a slightly lighter motion and pulling a bullet.
"Shit, it's still too late"
Junko waves her index finger in front of her face and makes her laugh. The truth, which has always been faceless, becomes an instant but bitter face.
"Fuck you...!
One of the bodyguards, lifted from the curse of true killing, roars and increases killing.
The bodyguard moves his stiff hand in his nostrils and tries to pull the gun out of his nostrils.
But at the time the gun came out of his nostalgia, a true right hand, blind to the bodyguard, was directed toward him again.
The moment a look of despair appeared on the bodyguard, the gunshot sounded. Like the first one, he sprinkles blood and brains from the back of his head, overflowing blood from the center of his forehead, too, and collapses.
"I'm not gonna tell you a lie you can't deal with if you find out, huh? Without a solid basis that you'll never find out. Come on. That's a dangerous beating, and hey. Don't know that either, even at a point where you only think about what you accomplish when it works and you're such a big liar, I wonder if you feel annoyed. Including the fact that he tried to kill you."
Towards Zuo, Junko says in a tone that speaks.
"So I'm telling you I don't know! I'm not lying! We didn't do anything hostile to you!
Zuo summons in desperate shape.
The two people in front of me are crazier than I imagined. In a few seconds, it's a whim one, and it could easily kill you. Maybe it's their production to make it look that way, but even if it is, they've already killed both of us at this point.
"It was based on the Red Tormenters I made, modified and sold them as their own products. I think that would be enough hostility."
"Based on and modified without saying no?
Zuo is confused that the story is strange. I did find out later that it was a Persimmon's mistake and I couldn't put in a no when it came to the use of the trade name, but the modification itself should have been allowed. No, I believed that and I didn't doubt it.
"Besides, what you guys are doing doesn't suit me at all. I'm a Mad Scientist I admit to myself, and I'm aware I'm a bad kid, but come on. What do you call evil an aesthetic? I've had that kind of thing for once, and I don't know what my rules are. If I light up the area, you guys can't do it at all. If it weren't for that at least, I could have missed my invention, Pak. I don't even think Pacri is all bad. It's not like I've been praised for not having permission. Come on. Because if it turns out to be a good thing, I think it's fine. Well, it wasn't."
"Wait a minute, this is crazy! That I didn't get permission to remodel the virus is the first thing I've heard!
To the desperate cry of Zuo, a grin disappears from Junko's face and sees Zuo with an unexpected look.
"Mm-hmm. After I stuck with someone else's product, I thought the warmth of using it to the name was amazing, but come on. Something's wrong, though."
Staring at Zao, Junko is surprised.
"Besides, by virtue of it, I don't care if I see your product or not. This guy doesn't look like the type to do something stupid like that."
True to speak of a dialogue that will be a help boat for Zao.
Zuo was angry at himself for being just a little relieved by the true words now. He said he was the one who killed two of his own men in front of him.
"Yeah, it doesn't even look like the wind you're talking about sparing your life."
and Junko, who agrees with the true word.
"I want to beg for my life, but with me I have the least amount of good sense and benevolence. The same goes for the kid, but I don't work that kind of betrayal. I want you to believe me."
Zuo looks sincerely at Junko's crimson eyes, even as he startles to soak up the sweat on his forehead.
"Yeah, I believe"
Junko snorts lightly with his usual uncontrolled grin.
"I wonder if you can figure out who the mastermind is, too, Zao?
Junko pointed out that Zao had already noticed.
"Persimmon swamp...!
With regard to the Red Tormenters modification and manufacture, he had left it to the organization's number 2, Kiichi Kamauma.
"Actually, hey, the fact that the guy took the lead on Project Pacri was investigated months ago. I mean, my purpose is that person, right? Though it was unexpected on the boulder that Mr. Zuo didn't know the truth. Perhaps the person is guilty of taking over the organization after I kill Zo? So, I guess I finally tried to kill True when I could kill you, too. It was a great time to set it up. We can bury the intruders together. But as I said earlier, at a time when I'm not thinking at all about the follow-ups and my powers when I fail, it's just too much of a hit."
"He always does... If it succeeds, it is huge, but it performs what comes to mind without considering the risk of failure or gradually. Well, for such a man to have achieved so much, I was foolish to see only the good side, to appreciate and take away..."
Holding his forehead, he sends a blindfold saying enough for his bodyguard. Truly saw it and put the gun in his nostalgia, and the remaining bodyguard also took his hand out of his nostalgia.
"By the way, if you're saying it's unauthorized, why didn't you file a complaint at the time you sold the Red Tormenters modification?
That was a funny story, too. Now why did you bother to bring up the story? There should have been as many opportunities to complain first. I hadn't even touched it when I came to the headquarters of the organization.
"Hmm, because I want enemies. The lives of people hostile to me, they say you can play with my freedom because it's my rule. There are always plenty of enemy stockpiles, and if you can increase them, keep them as much as you can, and pick them out and use them when you want to play - There's no need to crush it right away. So, this time, I'm just playing with you guys who were counting as one of the stocks and chewing on the mouse I left unattended to see how much the mouse evolved. Oh, by the way, I'm the one who turned my hand around to the Banara government to do business with your organization and recommended that the Novam National Liberation Army hire you bowmen. If he had character, there were expectations that he might even step into the destruction of the weapon-making organization that created the outrageous BC weapon. I didn't even know for sure. That would be an awkward trick, to the extent that it would be interesting. This time, I followed the prospectus."
After listening, Zuo was attacked by the feeling of his whole body losing strength. If this story is true, it's all just this girl's business, and for that play, a lot of human destiny is going crazy. I even thought the girl in front of me was the devil in Zao.
"Oh, I'll apologize for once. I'm sorry they called you to dinner because of me, but I ruined it. Well, I had fun."
Keeping his grin strained, Junko speaks out of apology looking not bad at all.
"It was fun to kill both of our humans."
"I'm not the one who killed you, and you don't deserve it? He didn't think about my strength difference, and he turned to someone stronger than me. Well, I was wondering if you'd cut it off because it was the least necessary ritual of passage to prove innocence."
Though the original fallout is on me, in this innocent tale of Junko, Zao tastes the thought of his bowels boiling back.
"I'll be home soon, but I'll inquire into persimmon swamp"
"That's it. Dinner's still here. Okay? It's delicious."
Junko, who is eating slowly and continuously, speaks up in the holding where he takes his seat.
"I used to eat flat in here."
Sarcasm Zo. It's not just the blood odor from the two bodies, it's also leaking dirt and emitting a terrible stench. Take out the phone and go to the Great Guardian of Terror, a professional afterlife organization that will handle the bodies of the protests in the back streets, repair damaged objects and make reparations.
"Because I'm used to the smell of blood and corpses. I think it would be better if we accompanied you, so I was wondering if you could wait till after lunch."
Junko's innocent demands did not have the strength to say it back.