The incidence of crime at night has also increased since Japanese society became clearly divided into the back and the table, compared to decades ago, but people have not disappeared from the city at night.
The three men, Miho, Takero and Toshio, were walking in the city at night in the form of a chase after Junko. The streets are usually busy, but this is one of the cities designated as a dark city in the city, the city of Euthanasia.
Rubbing between residents in the back streets occurs extremely frequently, and it is not so uncommon for shootouts to occur throughout the city.
All three of them are dressed in discreet ordinary clothes prepared by Junko, not in white clothes when they were in the mustard engine.
Only Junko, on the other hand, is as usual a remarkable outfit: an evil hobby blouse with a small embroidery mimicking the devil, a red and green striped tie and a white coat on top of a shortbread.
"For once, I'm walking around picking a place that's hard to snipe. Walk as perfectly as you can after me. Well, sniping is not a very common method of killing in this country, just in case."
Junko's prediction is that star coal will be seen by Miho and the others as remnants of the mustard engine, and it will always strike. It also means that raiders will probably include more backstreet residents employed by them than star coal magicians who don't like direct combat.
"Do people get attacked even in such a crowded city? Though it's hard to think."
Samuro said so with a face that couldn't hide his anxiety as he looked around.
"They're gonna attack us. I know because I'm out of Dark City, too. Nevertheless, we try to avoid attacking citizens in such a way as to involve them. Involving Katagi monkeys in the war is an act that has also been repelled by the residents of the back street. And I knocked on the windy mouth I found out."
As opposed to such a samurai, he always has a floating look and a mouthful of Japanese men.
"Well, in that sense, it's safer in the city."
This one has the same uncontrolled grin as usual, and Junko tells her to reassure her.
"You're right, there are rules in the back world. There is an implicit understanding that we should not do anything excessively harmful. If you do that, even the police won't shut up. Well, the problem is that the people of the Star Coal Stream spell aren't the same as the ones behind them, so they don't always follow the promise of the back streets, but if they do, they shouldn't be attacked in streets like this -"
Junko's words were undone by a sudden gunshot.
"Come!
Miho screams, feeling that several malicious thoughts are directed at us.
"You didn't keep your word."
Shortly after the Japanese beat his mouth lightly with a bitter smile, the gunshots continue to ring. There is no doubt that it was all directed at Miho and the others, but the bullets have not reached them one shot at a time. All the invisible blocks made by the Japanese man are prevented.
The raiders were invisible to the naked eye. Three things were conceived: whether they were invisible and far away, hidden in the shadows, or disappearing using some technique, but in any case, Miho could accurately detect the location of the enemy.
If the idea of killing is released from anywhere, within a radius of fifty meters around you, Miho can know where it is, no matter who is lurking.
"Six enemies! Two on the guardrail across the road! One on the left and one on the right side of this road! Two in the middle of the road!
The two men in the driveway could clearly be seen with the naked eye as well. He never seems to be using a technique like disappearing.
As if to respond to Miho's cry, he jumped out into the driveway so that Takero could play it. A agile move you can't imagine from a small fat body shape. We're in the middle of the driveway. Stuck them together at once.
While they were slightly delayed in responding, they shot the pistol in their hand at Samurai, but Samurai did not.
Sure, it should be hitting Samurai's body, but just take a slight glance at the impact and stay within reach of the two raiders.
A samurai's right fist from the front hits one of the raiders' temples clean.
The samurai did hear the sound of the skull sounding so often with the pakans that it cracked, and above all confirmed with their own hands. Both sounded really bad, but now is not the time to be more aware of that.
The other had a left-handed back fist decided on Stomack. He spits a lot of blood out of his mouth and collapses. Apparently some guts burst at the same time as well as the stomach.
A samurai overlooking the two fallen men. The raiders were both blackened, wearing goggles and black knitted caps. My first murder - not that - but I still didn't feel good, so I didn't try to observe any more, heading towards the enemy I was told was across the driveway.
Similar black-crushed raiders have fired guns from the sidewalk with Miho and the others in the form of pinching from front to back. Passengers scream.
Thoughts of fear and panic flow into Miho. One of them disappears, and yet another that was on the side unleashes the 'colour' of despair and sorrow. Even if I didn't see it with my eyes and confirm it, Miho knew what it would show. A stray bullet struck one of the passers-by, resulting in death.
The Japanese man silently reached out and waved down to the two raiders across the guardrail. Then, in conjunction with the movement of his hand, the neck of one of the earlier raiders bent in an unsound direction, and the raiders collapsed. It was crushed by a block of transparency made by the Japanese.
The other one is being constrained not to kill him. The plock is laid down in a state of depression on the ground so as not to be able to move.
"Samurai! He's still alive!
Takero looks back at Miho's voice. A bumpy man burst his gut, dropping his goggles on the ground, spitting a lot of blood out of his mouth, but pointing a vain glance at the samurai and shooting a gun at him.
I don't care how you look at it, it's not combatable - on the contrary, it's one step ahead of death, but he was a samurai who was wolf at the fact that he attacked like a zombie, but he distracted himself and blew the raider's neck out of his torso with a flashy move, such as flying lariat.
Samurai has no supernatural powers like this. Only the flesh itself was extremely fortified by pure children.
Strength, instantaneous power, endurance, regenerative capacity, all transcend that of man and are raised to unusual levels even at biological level. Junko said it also gave him enough regenerative power not to die from being severed from the neck.
"The other two have escaped."
Miho exhaled feeling his thoughts go away. Moreover, apparently from the feeling of thought, the two people who escaped were the operatives.
"Hey... are we a little invincible? It was my first fight in action, but I don't think there's a blind spot anymore."
I smile slightly and lie to the man, sending a sharp gaze as if Miho were to blame.
Miho and the others are mustard engines, and they have not only developed and nurtured the power of paranormal. The manual on how to respond in a rough affair has also been tapped into the whole way. The three of us even trained many times to team play.
And now, the results of the training were brilliantly demonstrated, and both Samurai and Samurai were excited and happy, but...
"Hey!
"Ah..."
There was a painful scream, and the Japanese understood why Miho saw himself with such eyes.
He devoured the stray bullet to his chest and desperately loosened the boy, who would not be under the age of ten, who was falling, as his mother cried and cried.
(Because of us...)
I didn't want to think that, but Miho really thinks that.
"These people aren't hired killers in the country. Military - mercenary, I guess. Besides..."
With a tragedy right next to him and no concern at all, Junko drops his eyes on a man with only a twinkle in his hands and feet while being crushed by an invisible mass.
"Take a good look at this man's face"
Junko removes the man's goggles. Four alternately peek into a man's face.
"What the hell..."
Miho groaned. Blood-running eyes were wide open full of dizziness, his teeth protruding in angry shapes, roaring like beasts, and his complexion as earthy as a corpse.
"Even the one you defeated earlier, Takero, is not something you can usually stand with. Maybe the two escaped are star charcoal spellmasters, applying extrajudicial techniques to hired killers, opening up their potential, making them absolutely submit to the orders of the magicians, and coming at them without pain, like zombie soldiers."
"That's another terrible story."
The man who leaks his grunt voice.
"I'm used to seeing movies and game zombies, but they're too vivid when they're real. So, finally, we have to kill him. Keep him alive, you won't be able to interrogate him."
I thought I said that, the Japanese man reaches for the falling man and holds his hand.
Gucci heard something crumble. His eyeballs popped out of his eyeballs, blood and brains flooded out of his eyeballs, mouth and nose, and the man cramped. Block crushed his brain.
Miho tried for a moment to expose the man who suddenly murdered his irresistible opponent to words of condemnation, but he thought of it.
There is also a reason for the actions of the Japanese man. Because I realized that a soldier who doesn't die a little or softly, and who is even treated like a killing machine, can't even keep him alive.
(I want to get back to a decent world soon...... to a normal world with no connection to this kind of killing, superpowers)
Miho thought so. I'm fully aware that I can't help feeling so weak right now. As a matter of reality, they are out of the ordinary. We have to cut through it with our lives. In the meantime, Miho was also a leader among these three, so he can never make a weak noise.
As if I had seen through Miho's thoughts like that, Junko strokes Miho's back lightly as she smiles.
"If we get over this, we can go back to the peaceful routine on the street without any more anxiety."
Miho could not hide his surprise from Junko, who had seen through Miho's thoughts and whispered with a gentle voice.
Miho's heart has calmed down. Just because there was a sweet being to rely on, Junko, Miho reiterated and appeased that he was largely saved.
You look younger than yourself, but you don't. I always think whenever I am encouraged and comforted by Junko. I wonder if this is what it's like for a sister or brother to be sweet to a sister.
"In the meantime, it's a hassle to stay here, so move right along."
Junko urged me, and the four of them left the place early enough. As he walks away, Samurai looks back only once. Seeing a mother who cried and desperately applied her demographic breath to my child, who became a bloody wreck, Takero felt the pain of her heart being stabbed with countless needles.
"In the meantime, it's a hassle to stay here, so move right around."
In a huge monitor that occupies the upper side of the indoor wall, when the crimson-eyed girl tells him so and walks out, three men and women follow him early enough to follow suit.
A round table was placed in the center of the room, and a group of young and old men in various masks, such as those to be worn at a masquerade ball, stared at the monitor, but there seemed to be a partition, the video cut off, the lights lit up the room, and a group of masks sitting against the round table clapped at the monitor simultaneously.
The interior had a luxurious Western interior. Chandeliers, fireplaces as non-functional ornaments, red carpets, paintings huge enough to fill one side of the wall, giant tanks no less than that painting, knight armor, stripping of various animals protruding from the wall.
"Is that where you finally made the move? The mustard engine escape scene was bad."
A man wearing a skeleton mask in a tuxedo takes a glass of wine and opens his mouth.
"I guess it's going to be interesting. This time, it's a personalized face, and I'm looking forward to it."
A woman in a purple dress and a mask imitating the devil said to the man in the skeleton mask.
"Isn't this spectacle of Yukioka's hand mannering lately? Well, the part about them that gave them supernatural powers is another flavor. The target is also a bunch of suspicious witchcraft or sorcery. But I feel like I'm watching some cheesy SF movies."
An obese man in a dog mask says with a derisive mouthful. I still look like a tuxedo. From the sound of my voice, I might as well say boy rather than man.
"Well, this' masked feast 'is not meant to be for us. Because I said I couldn't, and they mixed up the faces of the masked feast. If you're doing too well, you're rude to our guest of honor, Frostroot from Kittin Sink to Pregnant Women."
When a man in a mask imitating a bird could tempt him, he saw the man sitting in the seat where the monitor was most visible.
The person at the end of the gaze of the man in the bird's mask is in a suit that also shows him out of place, compared to the other men being tuxedos, with no mask on. He was a tough looking man of his age, whether he was in his forties or not.
He was the world's largest arms and weapons smuggling organization, the chief executive of Chitinsink to pregnant women, Taiichi Frost Root.
"No, nothing. 'President pickled in formalin' is a business, too, and have fun at best"
Frost root said in a rude tone.
"This one is here, and if I can make it well worth it as a business, that's fine. See you later."
Speaking without expression, Frost Root stood up and left the room early enough.
"I don't have any love."
The devil's masked lady shrugs her shoulders.
"Oh, I'm telling you, it could still be uncomfortable if I tried from him. Even though confidentiality is protected, just for entertainment, there's a mix of people looking at product candidates."
And the man in the bird mask. Looking at the skin under the mask, the face, wrinkles, etc. looks pretty old.
"We're officially invited guests, too. You don't have to be so concerned."
A dog masked boy rebels in a tall voice. The bird-faced man just smiled bitterly and didn't try to fit his words.
"So shall we disperse, too? At the same time the next day, you should be getting the latest footage again. If you can afford the time, make sure you don't"
When the bird-faced gentleman stood up and told him to join him sitting at the round table, he let him try to give a toast with graceful motion.
"Oh, I'm looking forward to it. Now if you'll excuse me for tonight."
A fan of the same colour as the dress is worn, and the devil's lady also rises.
"If you can't afford it, make room. But you said you'd come and see it. I would have liked to see Makoto Aizawa's work, if possible."
"Well, then, the merchant of death has a completely different purpose than what he wants."
While exiting, the man in the sheep's mask and the man in the skeleton's mask are discussing that.
As everyone but the bird masked man leaves the room, he pinches his phone out of his chest pocket and starts texting us toward the projected holographic display.
"Junko, it's going to be different from what it was meant to be, and I'm afraid we're going to say that we jumped in as tourists, but we're hoping for a good development, as usual."
When I wrote that down and sent them an email, they returned a reply about ten seconds later.
"Leave it alone"
Seeing that reply back with an emoticon, the bird-faced gentleman silently erased the display projected into the air.