I wake up with the feel of the sheets turning.
It's already dawn at night. When I looked at the clock, it was 7: 30.
"Oh, did I wake you?
A woman sleeping next door smiles prankily in her underwear. In the morning sun, the woman's proposition looked brilliant.
"Three hours of sleep is enough. When I was nervous, I could sleep deep enough to heal my body and mind."
Get out of bed and wear your clothes in amazingly quick motion. True says. I was smiling.
"Weren't you relieved of the tension last night?
The woman stays in her underwear, truly hugging from the front, already in uniform, and cheeks happily.
Age will be around the thirties. Slightly fishy, long-faced, calm, moody beauty. He's clearly over 170 tall and one or more heads taller than true.
"I'd rather be in trouble if I completely loosened up, or I'm still in the middle of a dong patch. I killed too many yesterday. Because I was so excited that I couldn't sleep..."
"Oh well. Oh, no. You were fierce last night with more at all times. I wonder if that means more excitement just because of the number of people killed."
"Even after you've killed someone worthy of killing. Only a few last night."
The woman's name is Rumi. I don't even know if it's my real name. I don't even know my last name. True is the luxury whore who always nominates and buys. We've been dating for about three years.
Truth is, I feel comfortable killing. Whenever I kill a person on the condition of reciprocity between life and life, I get intoxicated with an unparalleled sense of fulfilment and accomplishment. The moment you stop the heartbeat of the life of someone who tries to kill you, a large amount of narcotic substance floods your true brain and blows it up. But at the same time, it caused harm.
After you kill a man, you become insanely lustful. I can't handle that on my own, and I can't heal without holding a woman.
The physique in which murder brings abnormal lust. I've heard of pleasure killers ejaculating with murder, but it doesn't immediately lead to ejaculation. Anyway, I want to hold a woman.
Though I first bothered to seem like a total pervert, now I gave up on being such a freak and tried to buy a woman over a prostitution organization to handle it.
Normally, I wouldn't call Rumi in the middle of a war, and I would put up with it until I completely separated it, but I killed him too much last night. In the meantime, I stuck with two pretty beauties and acted, so I applauded my desire extra and decided that I couldn't control it, so I called Rumi.
"By the way, it's hard to say..."
Rumi whispers in her true ear as she truly kisses again and again.
"I think it's time to retire."
The word was no less a shock to the truth. It was too abrupt.
"Why?"
I couldn't help but ask why. In the last three years since I started buying Rumi, True kept buying only Rumi.
Even though the relationship between the whore and the guest was long, we had a lot of conversations with each other throughout the night and talked about ourselves, and I truly had feelings for Rumi.
"My mother fell. I'm going back to my hometown. Later, I hate to say it, but I'm old enough. For the past few months, there's only been one person like you to nominate for me, right? Older people used to like it, but I knew it had to be every teenager or twenty. Especially since we are a pricey place. I didn't have to be fired because you bought it for me, but it was hard to stay... The owner cared for me because he was a good guy. Come on, that's extra..."
"Right..."
This soft warmth I feel over my clothes and the smell of her, right after I thought this was the last time, I truly felt my powers fall out.
It takes the form of keeping your weight in Rumi's body. Embracing a true small body of light weight was not bitter for Rumi.
"I was looking forward to being summoned by you. Personally without a job or anything."
"I'm glad you said that. I enjoyed meeting Rumi, too."
True with a complex grin and a mouthful of honesty. I'm not aware that I'm laughing.
"I'm sorry. Me too..."
And, say something, Rumi realizes that the true condition is strange.
He has the same look that Rumi has never seen before. Because of our long relationship, even if the truth doesn't put any emotions on the face, Rumi can see true emotional changes.
At that moment, the door opened rampantly and the gunshots continued to ring.
True dances out in such a way as to be a shield before Rumi and responds with a pencil gun that is planted on the cuff. A literal pencil-shaped firearm that can only shoot one bullet (which can't be loaded) on top of being less powerful, but one shot with it.
I can't move because I'm covering Rumi. Truly, countless bullets are fired. Fortunately, I took it all in the passage part of bulletproof fiber, but thanks to the close range or so, I hadn't been able to kill the impact completely, pushing through the bulletproof fiber about two shots and eating it into the meat.
Pain and shock strike the truth, but he stayed put and slipped Rumi's body under the bed at early work.
In the meantime, a further bullet strikes the truth and takes another few bullets into its body. Though this time I never pushed through bulletproof fiber, I couldn't catch the shock, trying to blow it up and fall on my back onto the bed.
(What do you mean? This is a hotel in the neutral zone.)
Surprise and doubt cross the back of my brain. Controversy in a place defined as a neutral zone by the 'hub' is the biggest taboo for backstreet residents, and breaking this puts the biggest sanctions down from the hub.
That's why True was doing things like calling Rumi on the way to the fight, and he was utterly alert to enemy proximity.
I was able to hide Rumi, so the rest was free. Re-facing the enemy.
The three of them are already dancing in the room. Its appearance of letting a vain expression treat you like nothing more than murder clearly turns out to be an assassin deprived of his will by the art of star coal.
True to jump at enemies without a gun, while sending a bullet.
Since the bag containing the firearm was left in a slightly remote position, it was decided that the melee would be more effective in this narrow space than to go get it.
Remove the long needle of the special alloy specification that was planted in the belt. A pure child's invention, which when touched by air becomes a stiff needle and when wet in water becomes a needle wire. It stays in the needle even if it touches the air for a while, so if you plant it inside the belt from the buckle, it's a mechanism to keep the short wire intact.
A semi-zombied opponent stuck a needle through the top of his head because he felt like he couldn't just die from scratching his throat on Theory Street.
You don't have to stretch your skull much, you can pierce your skull like a piece of paper. Is the boulder a Yukioka brand weapon or something?
Head to the second enemy who was nearby. A true second target opponent points a gunshot at his true head at close range. The distance almost touching the muzzle and forehead - the needle flashed faster than before I pulled the trigger, and the gun fell to the floor with my finger pierced.
Stick a needle in the throat of the person who dropped the gun.
I threw a needle at the last one. A needle slammed through the back of his head from the center of his forehead, fell on his back with the gun firmly clenched, and the impact squeezed the trigger, destroying the lights in the room.
"Rumi, are you okay?
"I'm fine..."
I was shocked that there were four bodies rolling indoors from under the bed, but more than that, it was more shocking to Rumi that the truth seeped blood from her abdomen and shoulders.
"Did you get shot!?
"It's okay...... thanks to bulletproof fiber. It hasn't even reached the gut."
The bullet received in the abdomen has already been pushed out by the muscles. The shooting on my left shoulder is more painful than that.
Gunshots are ringing in the hotel. Li Mei and Apricots are probably under attack at the same time. We still have enemies. I want to go join forces, but I might come to this room, and I can't leave Rumi here.
I heard multiple footsteps headed toward the room where True is located on the arrow tip I thought so.
Truth hurried to take Rumi's hand and pushed him into the bathroom with little momentum to throw in. In addition, with tremendous momentum, he grabs the double-bed foot with his right hand and lifts it with one hand at a time to tailor it into a barricade that blocks the bathroom door.
(Where is that power in those thin hands and tiny bodies...)
Rumi, who watched the condition from the gap in the bathroom door, was stunned. It was almost as if throwing a double bed away with one hand.
"Never leave there, no matter what!
Rare, or the first true scream I've ever heard. I even asked how desperate I was.
In fact, the truth was desperate. I truly recognize that the worst being in a Don Pachi setting is an amateur.
Nothing is more troublesome, especially when the amateur is in a position to protect. It is unpredictable, highly probable, takes action that is in a position to be protected but does not follow instructions, pulls my leg, and dies at will.
Truth is, above all, I feared that Rumi would be hurt by the stray bullets that rolled in. To put it further, I could even assume that it would be a tearful development, which is often fiction, of getting out in front of the truth and becoming a shield and instead hitting a bullet and dying.
It is not laughter or fiction, in fact, the truth is that in the past, I have also experienced its tearful development. Truth is that I even tend to run easy on imitations like that because I'm an amateur of rough things.
I don't want to think about it again, so I first made sure that I sealed Rumi's movements thoroughly and tailored her to a secure posture.
Remove the item from the bag. The enemy is just around the corner. I can tell from the footsteps that there are more than five of them.
Shoot the shotgun the moment you see an enemy shadow at the entrance to the room. As long as you don't let them in, you can deal with them one at a time. The second and third shot and killed with a sub-machine gun.
The fourth forced himself into the room in such a way as to shield the body, shooting a gun toward the truth, but he seemed to be in insufficient shape, and the bullet flew in a direction that was not even necessary to deflect.
The truth was that I had cut it off, so I blew the head of the man who jumped indoors with a shotgun without moving the spot.
The fifth and sixth take out their hands only through the entrance and shoot with little aim, but they have also already cut this out. At leisure, he turns a shotgun bullet from a shotshell to a slug bullet, and shoots twice. The bullet penetrated the wall and pinned the two of them outdoors.
There still seemed to be enemies, but I realized the difference in firepower and the fact that they were taking the interests of the land backwards, and I wouldn't try to jump into the detour. Some people, even if they are brainwashed by surgery, do not seem to have deteriorated to their intelligence. But the order seems to have been subjected to the art of absolute obedience, so it is also impossible to retreat.
(If you're not going to come that way...)
When you whine without putting it out of your mouth, the truth is you quickly approach the entrance and close the door. Take something out of your nose and reach for the door and the wall, fly away from the door and leave quickly.
(Well, how do I get out)
The enemy is definitely after the timing too. Some developments can be anticipated.
(I. Throw in grenades, stun grenades, etc. (d) From the rooftop of the hotel, he came down to the wall to break in through the window, and at the same time, he sandwiched him with an assault from the hallway. Three, hold still and wait for this one to leave. IV. Simply waiting for backup)
I make some predictions in my head.
A few seconds later, I heard a broken windowsill.
Soon after, the door kicked open. At the same time, the gunfire staggered.
There's a cracking sound in the windowsill. No, the truth is, I shoot a shotgun at the window.
The guy, who would have come down from the roof to rope transmission, tried to break into the window, and shortly after entering the room, he was pushed back into the air by the impact of a shotgun and blown the other way around, scattering blood, flesh pieces and manure outside, falling to the ground.
One more person broke in through the window with a time lag on, but I allowed him to break in. But I didn't allow it to survive.
A true submachine gun, which also expected a second intrusion, roared, increasing the number of new bodies indoors.
In the meantime, less than two seconds.
Meanwhile, what happened to the enemy entering from the hallway side, with his torso cut in two, he rolled indoors and scattered his organs flashly. That number, for two.
When I went to close the door earlier, I planted ultrasonic vibrating steel wire on the wall and door of the entrance. The sharpness is as you can see. This is another Yukioka brand weapon.
Indoors that have become miserable, True lurks his breath and explores the signs. The gunshots that were ringing in the distance have also stopped. Apparently, Li Mei and others also have Keri.
Truth exhales and lowers the double bed standing at the entrance to the bathroom. The legs of the bed seemed to crush the flesh pieces that were rolling, and the unpleasant noise sounded.
"You can leave, Rumi. But your eyes should be meditating."
"Ok......"
What the word meant was evident in the smell of blood and manure drifting all the way to the bathroom, so Rumi closes her eyes more firmly than necessary and leaves the bathroom fearful of wall telling with her hands on the wall.
Gently embrace that Rumi as if true reassures you. Rumi, open from fear, feels the relief creep up and hiccups to her true little body. More than usual, they seemed to each other like they felt plush.
"You've just said goodbye."
I grumble while feeling guilty about putting Rumi in danger's eyes.
"No, I'm glad we're safe with each other. I know enough to see that you're strong right now, but that... be careful. Don't die."
Rumi whispers in tears and puts her own face on her true face.
"Rumi's fine."
To be brief, Truth clawed ahead and raised his face, mouthing it on Rumi's lips.