Daisuke Zuo was once a resident of Seiko Street and ran a small factory for assembly processing.
Small and medium-sized enterprises, which only subcontract, were doing well in the years since starting up their businesses, but gradually the management became more painful.
When he was holding his head, Zuo saw a story in television news about a large American company that had a massive retard. The owner of the company was one of the top oldest in the world, famous for torturing many of its employees at low wages and repeatedly retarding them over and over again.
Zao couldn't help but think of the person as a demonic, very disastrous being. I don't want to decapitate an employee who works for my factory as one, if I can, I want to make it easier, and I want to raise my salary.
"You can't because that's what you are."
A friend of mine, a college classmate and a much more successful business owner than Zuo, laughed strangely when he heard about Zuo's situation and stupidity.
"Successful managers are a lot of psychopathic guys who are greedy, upward-oriented, and only think about other people as things, huh? Stronger than the kind of guy who uses people thoroughly or doesn't choose the means. It's ironic, but I'd rather work under that guy's company than eat it. If he's a good guy like you, he's gonna fail and get his employees lost on the street."
I admitted that the story had a side of the truth, but that's why it was a regrettable, angry thought as a collection.
In the first place, the friend takes care of his company's employees, even though he says so in his mouth. And yet, that's what I'm saying.
(I mean, I don't have enough management skills to penetrate my ideals. I'm powerless. And... the kind of guy who feeds people is stronger. That kind of guy wins......)
Reality is able to let evil prevail at the end. Most people with power are evil. Zuo gradually began to think about it and decided to transform the company into a backstreet organization in the name of not having to decapitate employees
Zuo then turned from a value of Zuo to an organization like the extreme of evil: an arms-smuggling organization. I convinced the employees.
It's our own creation, and someone somewhere gets hurt and dies. But that way we can eat ourselves. I can't cut off employees, but I don't care if people who have nothing to do with it kill them.
The fact that people are dead with weapons they make does not give rise to conscience unless they are conscious. We need to justify ourselves first to live, but we don't have to feel the pull.
But I don't think Zao wants to see a scene where people are killed with weapons they've built. If I see that, I'm going to quit this job. I know I'm cowardly myself, but that was Zuo's honest feeling.
Zuo's organization was quite successful, with more factories in four that were one. The number of new constituents has increased. The newly developed BC weapon attracted worldwide attention and was also seen as a chance for the organization to make a leap forward.
But it's stronger to be evil - something happened that overshadowed the values of the treasure from the ground up that I thought evil was the only way to survive.
Those who call themselves righteous allies, with far more power than Zao's organization, are on the verge of destroying themselves, the evil ones. There is no motive for losing anything, such as a sense of justice.
After a nightmarish meal, Zao returned to Ajito and summoned Susuma persimmon swamp to his room.
"Was it your offer to kill Makoto Aizawa?"
When the persimmon marshes enter the room, follow the surviving bodyguard behind his back, and Zuo asks with a harsh look as he sits on his chair.
"... Yes, it is?
Though he patrolled for about a few seconds, he hoisted only one end of his mouth wide for a distorted grin, Persimmon admitted.
"Aizawa Makoto didn't die. And I've said it's this one's money. About two of us were killed, and I was about to be killed, too."
"No, that was tough. Safe and above all."
In a pale manner, Kamauma returns it with disrespect. I saw it was reopening no matter what I saw, and Zuo was on guard. I don't know when I'll be peeling my fangs off.
"Why did you do that to me without permission? For once, I'll just ask why."
I try to push my anger to kill and calm down, but I don't need to suppress it anymore. Zuo has already decided to execute the reckless man in front of him.
"Of course, right? If you kill Makoto Aizawa, Junko Yukioka's only protector, you can always kill Yukioka. I stepped through it because I had that chance. Besides, the moon and Amano had the opportunity to be slaughtered together."
The persimmon swamp laughs haughtily and arrogantly.
"I'm telling you to explain why you kill someone who's an ally to this one. Besides, if that hadn't even failed, we'd be talking about it."
The zoo rises. Persimmon swamp puts his hand in his trouser pocket, with a distorted smile, but with a hostile gaze against Zao.
"I didn't even get permission to modify the Red Tormenters, did I? Modified without permission and sold at will even by borrowing a name. I'm not surprised she killed me for doing this to a dangerous person named Junko Yukioka. No, if that happens, is that a pleasant development for you?
"Hey... what do you think people are worth?
Suddenly a persimmon swamp with a leopard tone and bumps an uncluttered question.
"Even if they are not respected - they get the status and position to make many people obey and move them. How many people can you follow and how big you can do with them. I think that's the highest value as a person. Nothing else. At least I don't feel worthy. I don't find it appealing."
Persimmon Marsh exposes his ambitions and speaks in a drunken tone to himself. Zuo hits such persimmon swamp with a sincerely despised gaze.
"Poor hearts like you just feel good about being a mountain general and spreading prestige. But... some people who stand above people are responsible. At a time when you don't even know the obvious, you don't have that vessel. Well, I made number two like you, and I was definitely incompetent."
"No, I'm competent. Because you rightfully appreciated my talent!
Persimmon swamp shooting a small pistol planted in his pocket. The bullet pierces the bulletproof fiber that was planted in the suit of the collection, and blood seeps through the abdomen.
"Talent? Were you overconfident that you had talent?
Zuo collapsed into a lateral fall and mocked him with a bitter face.
The bodyguard tried to pull out the gun, but the persimmon swamp, which already had the gun in its pocket, was faster. Zuo is also shot in the abdomen and falls.
"Ha ha, I'm the head here from today on. This is the quickest and smartest hand you've got. I'll take revenge on Junko Yukooka for killing my former boss. Yeah, that's a good scenario. And the organization that even defeated Junko Yukioka, so the name and rating of the organization were appreciated, and the order was also killed. What do you say? I'm the incompetent former boss. Your showy organization will surely be reborn into something more powerful with my power. Wahahahahaha."
Kamauma overlooks the zo and wins in his mastery.
"There's no way it's going to work that well"
Immediately afterwards, the door opens and a heartfelt sound is emitted. It was Makoto Aizawa with his pistol in one hand who showed up.
Persimmon Marsh's eyes, looking back, open to amazement and fear. With the muzzle pointing at the persimmon marsh, Truth steps indoors.
"Oh, my God, Kamauma, you are a man..."
"So I saw the scene, and we're just witnesses."
In addition, Fukuda and Junko enter the room in order. Kamauma dressed up as a buck.
There is no escape. I can't even stand around because I'm dressed like I got a gun stuck in my back. In the first place, standing around this number of opponents is in itself an impossible story to base.
"That's not fatal. Well, now, I'm going to save the boss's life. My salary, I guess you can give it a lot, huh?
"Fukuda, you're a guy..."
It was Zuo with a pale face and still a grin on Fukuda, who smiled like a prank and spoke a joke while providing Zuo's first aid.
"Well. I think you've done a lot of things."
Junko grins uncontrollably on the full face and pounds Kamauma's shoulder from behind.
"Sales of similar products from the Yukioka brand. Unauthorized modification of the Yukioka brand. True you and I attempted murder. Wonderful. It's been a long time since the kid has done so much to me, and I think he deserves praise. Yeah, not sarcasm. I think it's just amazing how well it behaves. It's such a shame you haven't thought about the rest at all."
Seeing the schematic of Junko telling the persimmon swamp, grinning and laughing, Zuo feels something thin and cold watching beside him.
"The worst part is that you tried to trick Zao into committing a crime, and then you shot Zao, and you killed the kid you were dating as a virus lab."
Regardless of the matter of Zuo, it was a mystery if you look from Kamaguma as to why Junko knew about the latter matter.
"Help me! Use it if you deserve the praise! I'm such a useful man!
"Of course I'm going to. Yikes. That's why I'm going to catch you without killing you."
Junko accepts Kamauma's life begging lightly with an uncontrolled smile. When I heard that, it was Zuo who looked unexpected for a moment, but I immediately realized the intention. If you think about how this adorable Mad Scientist has ever treated those hostile to you, it's the answer to getting there naturally.
"The price you ask of me is to be my experimental bench. Anyone hostile to me is also supposed to be able to use it as an experimental bench under my rules, and yeah, yeah, just fine. You understood me with your own mouth, too, and no, I'm really glad. My strong kids like you often give me good results."
(This is the result I told you to use)
Though his face was distorted by pain, Zuo mocked at this painful haul.