From the rain of bullets swinging from overhead, the truth was that he didn't fight back at all and was even running around.

"Are you aiming to run out of ammo? There's plenty of ammunition left. Why don't you just run away and go after me?

The bowman provokes, while sweating on his forehead with fatigue manipulating the spirit. The number of spirits is fine. However, the spirit currently used has a low degree of resentment, making it difficult to exercise it.

In the battlefield abroad, it is easy to treat those who continue to be oppressed and die with evil spirits, but the concept of death is familiar to the Japanese, but there is also a lack of resentment towards those who have killed them, and the physical and spiritual drain of bowmen is intense because of the forcible evil spiritualization and use of such spirits.

I want to surround myself with spirits and make it a hive from all directions, but it seems true that I am wary of it, and I escape well as surrounded.

True continues to move backwards as he backsteps into small pieces, dressed without turning his back on the spirit and facing each other, with gunfire. In the meantime, I sneak in and change the shotgun bullet from a shotgun to another.

"Is it time? It solidified me in good shape."

Until then, the truth, which had been thorough in his escape, stopped and took a few grenades out of his nostrils.

Looking back, the spirits throw all the grenades and jump into the shadow of the container.

An explosion that occurs in the air. Of course the spirits can't be damaged by this. but the firearms they possess are only matter. Destroyed by the bombing, it becomes useless, and even if it is not, it is blown out of the hands of the spirit.

"Has it come..."

With a bitter look, but a bowman who can't and grins and moans. Trump cards are beaten lightly and beaten to despair.

"Well, I wonder if there's been a battle."

Junko shrugged in her outfit as she remained restrained by Mika.

"You're settled!

That being said, Mika doesn't loosen Junko's restraint.

The spirits became misty, and even faded and disappeared. I am well aware of the difficulty of attempting to possess the Spirit in a true way that has much more spiritual power than ordinary people in having a talisman that stretches the boundaries. It would be to the extent of restraint, but a bowman alone would not be expected to do much. The bowman ran out of hitters.

"I can't believe we all end up relying on the power we got cheaply"

True to turn a cold eye on the bowman and say it away.

"You're not the only one special. Here's what all of you mice look like. That's how they all beat me."

The word hurts the bowman's pride. Soon the two names will be you, and then you'll be treated to one of the many other miscellaneous fish. Treating drowned small things relying on force.

The latter didn't particularly want the bowman to be mentioned. I've never been told before. Because there was no such thing as a person without any powers of alien power, and I couldn't even think about it. But right now, that impossible situation is a reality.

True to walk slowly toward the bowman.

The bowman also puts up a gun and shoots towards the truth. I don't have a chance of winning, but I'm not willing to give up. When you fight to the end to die trying to get into any situation, you already made up your mind when you got your gun ten years ago.

Truth is, light a bullet and point the shotgun muzzle at the bowman.

So the bowman noticed. That I can't feel any killing from the truth, like I did the first time I met you.

True forces the trigger.

A bowman who sees the moment to pull the trigger and the ballistics caused by the direction of the muzzle and tries to dodge it by leaping over. But I was really reading the motion. He makes it look like he pulls the trigger, sees that the bowman has made the evasion, then points the muzzle back at the bowman and instantly secures the gun.

After kicking the floor, timing right after dodging. Unavoidable timing. Anticipating that, now it's time to pull the trigger.

"Bow man wo!

Hawkeyok screamed unexpectedly. The bowman's body blows big.

- But the blood splash doesn't go up. Truth was I was switching from a shotgun to a rubber bullet for mob suppression, while I was running away from the spirit.

The bowman devoured and blew a tremendous impact on his chest, struck by a nearby container, dropped his glasses on the floor, and peeled off his white eyes as they were and lost consciousness.

"Isn't this too powerful?

I blow flashly, I see a bowman blowing bubbles out of his mouth and fainting, and I give him a truly heartfelt sounding voice.

"Mm-hmm. I got rid of you a lot lightly. And I can't believe you knocked me down for good without killing me. Thank you very much. Shall I collect it?"

Junko tells her happily while Mika holds her back.

"It's not for you. Besides, you've seen enough of this guy's power and all of them, haven't you? You don't have to mess with me any more."

True to look toward the pure child who gives a voice of joy, dressed as if to cover a bowman, and take an unwary stance.

"Well, that's not true."

To the pure child pointing his mouth, True points at the muzzle of the shotgun.

"Isn't it smarter to keep the play over around here? Besides, I think if we leave this guy alone a little longer, he'll sharpen his powers more. That brings to mind my efforts not to kill him, but if you want to take this guy here for anything, take him home, experiment with him, autopsy him, and play with him, you'll ruin what I did. How about the aesthetics and the tricks in you? You ruin my efforts and Mika's, but do you want to take him home now?

Junko returns to his usual smile as he hears the true story.

"Haha, I'm starting to say good things. Hey, True you. Enough, Mika."

Seeing as it had a scratch on it, Mika descended from above Junko.

"You saved me... us. I lost, though."

While holding his head, Eagle Hiko looks thinly at the bowman who is fainting. This is the first time we've ever suffered a complete defeat.

"I just lost. Well, I guess I'll just live."

A relieved eagle hiko.

"Well, I think the reason I was able to survive is because of you."

Junko crouches in front of Hawk Hiko and tells him as he applies first aid.

"Knowing that you guys work all over the world as revolutionaries, it seems like True and Mika really liked you guys a lot. A righteous ally is a child's longing. Besides, True you get in my way, but it's unusual to cover someone up so far, isn't it? Yet it is certainly ugly to forcibly withdraw from you and Mika and retrieve them willingly."

"Right. Thanks."

"Respond!"

Hawk Hiko turns his face to True and Mika and expresses his gratitude. Mika responded with a thumbs up and a laugh, but the truth is she leaves the workshop without looking.

"Looks like the bowman liked him, too, but where is he cute"

"Hmm, I like that impotence."

Said Junko to Hawk Hiko, who spilled a bitter laugh, with an uncontrolled smile.

Zuo, who was hospitalized in the breathtaking hospital on the back street, saw the sun frozen in the information site on the back street and found out that the bamboo relaxation had been devastated.

(It's all because of my incompetence)

Breathe heavily and remove the gun from the bag. I have lost many of my men, and I cannot live and expose myself to shame.

(You hit a bee...)

Become a backstreet organization, build a weapon that hurts someone who doesn't even know their face or their name, and gain relief with it.

If we say that it is a world in which someone who has become evil will survive, then at least we thought about doing so in order to survive, but in the end evil is evil, and heaven forbid we have missed it, laughing sarcastically.

(But then, they really only think about themselves, they don't touch the law, but they want people to be like disposable pawns and eat profits, too, to be judged properly. If you don't touch the law, it doesn't mean that whatever you do won't be evil)

I think that with bitter thoughts, but I can't help it anymore. I ended up failing. In the end, he became a loser.

(I was incompetent, so, no... before that, I got my hands on an area I shouldn't have touched, but it was the result of it)

I don't regret what I did. But I regret that I didn't have enough power. I can't help but be sorry that I let those I wanted to protect die. Even in the afterlife, I slowly take the muzzle to my mouth, wanting to apologize directly to them before I go to hell.

"Zao, are you awake?

When I put the muzzle in my mouth, I hear a comfortable girl in my ear with a knock.

"What are you doing!

In response to a knock, a middle-aged patient wearing round glasses, who was hospitalized in the same room, notices and raises her voice about to kill herself with a pistol.

Junko, surprised by the voice, opens the door. When I saw the holster pointing the gun at me, I silently walked over to the holster and took the gun away in an unmanipulated motion.

"What are you going to do? Are you sorry I didn't kill you with your hands?

Zuo asks in a quiet voice.

"Mmm, that's our line. Yikes. It doesn't make your life worse."

"Seya. I don't know what happened, but if I die, I'm dead."

Says in a tone that Junko and Round Eyeglasses patients continue to blame.

"My incompetence led to the destruction of the organization, killing everyone. And yet you're telling me at the top to survive? I can't..."

"Not bad, he said he survived. So you're lucky. And the bamboo relaxer survived quite a bit and got away with it. I sent everyone who was seriously injured to the hospital. I mean, it's supposed to be a hostile organization, and they're all going to be my experimental benches, but, well, this time, it's special. No, in the first place, I decided that you were all wrong."

I thought all my men had been killed, so if Junko's words were true, they'd be pretty much saved, but still, the organization was already devastated, and it's a fact that I let a bunch of my men die.

"If I'm really sorry and I want to throw my life away, can you give me that life? It's a waste of suicide. I don't care how much there is, there's so much I want to do."

"Did you stop for that? Yeah...... that's fine. So, please."

With a dry grin, Zuo felt self-absorbed and accepted to be the experimental bench for Junko.