Fifteen hours after Blue left the lab. Junko, True and the other had breakfast at an open cafe on the outskirts of the pleasure district, which is in excellent condition in Euthanasia City.
Junko and True rarely eat out in the morning. Sometimes at night I go to Tasmania Devil and eat out, but the breakfast is mostly made by Junko at the lab.
(Ma, the aim is obvious)
Give me a glimpse of Susuke, who is pretending to grab breakfast in the seat immediately next to me, and I truly think.
"Even if you eat rice or something that doesn't taste..."
With his disgruntled face, Suke carries the sandwich to his mouth.
"I haven't put on the ability to reproduce and convey my taste yet."
and Junko.
"It's hard to move... it's similar to being a trip game, sensibly."
"Get used to it right away."
Sitting in a way truly sandwiched with Junko, it was the figure that was Susuke himself, but not the actual Susuke. It is a meat doll made by taking the shape of a face and body. A robot who looks just like Susuke at last.
"There may be some dangerous things ahead of us. I'll feed you, and in some cases I'll treat you as a hostage, but I'll have you stay in the lab so that there's absolutely no danger. With that, I'll walk you through the same meat doll as you, so you'll have it manipulated from the lab, won't you?
Junko told me so and Tsusuke remained at the Snow Oka Institute, wearing a trip goggle that resembled a dream band, remotely manipulating pseudo-life made to resemble himself.
"Not just to avoid danger, but for another use."
"Another use?
"Well, I'll know when the time comes. That's when it works, right? Otherwise, you could ruin it.
I didn't know the meaning of Junko's words, but I don't know, so I feel vague anxiety.
"Well, you..."
Junko turns his face to the true one.
"I've been on your side the whole time, but I wonder what you're up to?
To the teasing Junko, the truth turns that way silently.
"I reacted plainly. Oh, sweetie, no more."
When Junko laughs and puts his coffee on his mouth, Junko and Junko feel multiple hostilities approaching them.
But while we perceive them, both True and Junko move forward with breakfast. Only signs from a distance away have largely made us understand the power of the enemy. Take a seat beforehand and don't even have to sit down. Besides, Junko ends up wearing headphones and even listening to music.
Eight men surround the three surroundings. They are all young. Obviously there is also a mix of teenagers and those who look like them, but it is also visible to the amateur that they are good at rough things. Some already have pistols in their hands.
"Brother, no, I'm so surrounded, but are you sure these guys are that good?
A blonde-dyed long-haired giant asks, smiling slightly, truly poking the muzzle from behind his true back. Though the system is the disappointing one, it is a boy with a round face and a child face.
"Don't be alarmed. Later, like the hungry ghost there would never hurt you."
Ken Seijiang, who later appeared late, told Saburo Ohara, his right-hand man.
"If we gather these few, any guy will just be killed with no hands, no legs, right? Think common sense."
Stick a muzzle to the true rear of his head, and Sanro snorts. All you have to do is pull the trigger and you'll catch a snag. You can take the opponent's life in less than a second. Nonetheless, he continues to eat unresponsively so that he doesn't really see the surrounding conditions or anything like that.
Junko likewise continues to eat while listening to music. Seeing both of them, Misuke was strange. I can't see anything at all like fear from the two of you when you say it's absolutely deadly.
"What's a murder doll? You're just a kid."
Saburo's nerves are irritated when he says he has taken an absolute advantage, but the truth is that he looks flat.
"Uh, I'd like you to hand that over to me. Hopefully, we'll see what's going on and we'll get it done peacefully."
Ken slowly approaches Junko and tells him in a quiet tone with a gunshot to his side of his head.
"Uh, sorry. I didn't really hear what you were saying because the noise was too loud."
and Junko removing her headphones with a smile on her face.
"Yes, I took it. Would you say that again? What were you talking about?
"Give it to me."
Ken also became frustrated with Junko, who understood the situation but showed no sense of crisis at all. Without negotiating or anything, the urge to kill just boils down.
"Right. If you take the quiz and you're right, I'll give it to you. Yikes. I wonder if it's my birthday? I don't know my own birthday."
"If it's a dead day, it's today. You can afford to die."
A lightly cut Ken can help his fingers. but I meant to pull the trigger, and I couldn't. Junko's hand was moving at a speed that was not even in his eyes, and he was taking the gun away from Ken.
"Huh?"
Ken doesn't understand what happened and gets a frightened look. If he'd made any strange moves from close range, he'd have stood up to pull the trigger and blow his head off instantly. Yet my gains had been taken away between blinks. There was no sign of the other person moving at all.
"No matter how cautious you're going to be, you can't just not breathe, can you? Me, ears are good. Come on, if you come so close, you'll know it's just a few moments of relaxation, right after you exhale."
Though they say so, Ken can't believe it. It can't be because of minor differences in the degree of breathing, such as taking away guns. But Ken's gun is actually in Junko's hand.
That wasn't the only thing that could have stayed. A truer and more intense killing erupted as he sat, stiffening himself with fear the men on the strong side who excelled in the rough.
They're all fierce people who've been wandering around the training grounds quite a bit. There are times when you have been directed to kill yourself, and it is not the kind of balls that move to that extent. But the fierce intent to kill released from the little boy who remained seated only gave them the fear of death and at the same time planted unspeakable decadence.
(You hungry bastard, a cunt who enjoys killing)
Ken discerns the identity of the sardines contained in the murderous spirit released from the truth.
Although it is literally the back street of a cut world, not all of its inhabitants are human beings whose killings are fine or who enjoy killing. Many of them strain their guilt and stress for committing murder.
That's why Ken is disgusted with those who can enjoy it. And fear that the spearhead of pleasure is directed against us like no other.
True moves. Saburo, who was sticking a gun to his true back of his head, could not react at all under pressure from the ferocious killing, even though he was in the mindset of pulling the trigger instantly if he showed any signs that the truth would move.
Also, true movement itself was an unexpected substitute. Without pulling out his gun, he went up to the table and gave in.
Saburo and the men pointed the muzzle towards the true one, where they noticed. The true location is in a shooting position, if sent immediately after the shooting of the gun, with a companion, or with Susuke.
It's a matter of either shifting our location or shifting the angle of the gun, but the aggressive reaction doesn't turn our heads that far. I already need a one-tempo to think that far.
But the truth did not give the one-tempo. Don't miss the slightest moment of hesitation of the men surrounding you, pull out the gun. The truth is that it's all calculated and made the opponent hesitate, causing a gap, so you can't miss that gap.
He crosses his hands as he gives in, puts it in his nose, and shoots two guns like he pulls out. Close enough not to need a visual aim.
They were convinced that they approached a distance they would never miss and had an absolute advantage by poking their guns at them first, but the situation and the fact that they assumed so was in itself, truly convenient.
Switching from alarm to fear. Complete gap guided. Distance enough to put a bullet on without the need to visualize it. There is no single element of true defeat.
Two men on the side fall with their heads and throats shot out, respectively. Sanro's fear and struggle reached a critical point, and if the truth dodges, he shoots the gun, regardless of Susuke who is ahead. Truth even predicted its behavior, and immediately after the shooting, it was moving.
A bullet fired by Saburo wears Suke's forehead.
Ken, who watched it from the side, is stunned that he killed the target to be secured, and is truly puzzled that he lightly missed the target.
Truth has already moved from quiet to motion.
Jump off the table, take the steps, and beat the temple of a man who was right around the corner with a gun handle. With his skull implanted and only one eye stripped of his white eye, the battered man collapses.
Two men shoot a gun in the face, but the truth is they just turn their upper body around and turn it around.
(No hips in it. I don't even have a bumpy hand holding a gun)
While identifying the two men who shot him, he sticks out only his right hand towards the two of them, facing the men who have shot him.
It's a bespoke machine pistol, given to me by Junko. Junko called it a horse. Switched to full auto, the bullet was thrown out to keep standing, instantly letting two men die. It was a gun I wasn't used to handling yet, and I was concerned about too many bullets, but it worked for once. Now there are three of us left.
The fact that they surrounded each other at close range became an avenge for fear of fighting each other, but the fact that fewer people remained removes its shackles.
"Whoa, whoa!
A pruning little man wearing sunglasses exasperates, shooting at him with true glasses.
Truth is, with one leg stretched sideways, when you bow and shoot as hard as your chest is likely to reach the ground, lift only your left hand gently and shoot back three times.
All three shots hit the corny little man's chest, and two were prevented by bulletproof fiber, but one was penetrating the center of his chest.
(I'm going to keep it on two shots, but I don't know how to add or subtract it)
It is a gun purposefully built by Junko to match true, but instead it is difficult to control. Junko himself is aware of it, but he probably gave it the name Horseshake, etc.
Ken could not believe the unilateral killing that took place in front of him. There's no way this story is real. I thought it was a story that only exists in fiction, such as when just one awesome arm defeats many of his opponents on a big stand.
No, I heard those amazing arms were on the back street, too, but I didn't believe them. He laughed that it was just a rumor with a tail fin, as boss Komatsu put it. Yet the sight that has happened in front of me completely overshadows it.
Nothing is surprising from the truth. It's not fiction or fantasy. It's all computational to this point, and I just executed the picture I had in mind. Until I calculated and used all the circumstances.
Ken and Sanro lose their earliest temper of war and are stunned. When the truth approaches Sanro, who stands up with his gun standing, he takes the gun out of his hand.
"I'll teach you good things before I kill you, so you can be my reference in the next life to be smart"
"Gubu."
The truth told him pale, and he stuck the muzzle of the gun he had taken from Sanro into the mouth of Sanro, who had become half-opened.
"Whatever you multiply by zero, it's zero."
Pull the trigger if you say so. I don't have time to think about the meaning of the word, and Sanro dies.
Ken, left alone, starts teething in fear thinking it's his turn next.
"Leave me alone."
Junko tells him so and makes coffee. The intention is known. True missed the gun, sat back in his seat, so that he could be replaced. Now Junko stood up and eventually paid Ken's foot. Ken is lightly defeated.
"Hey, what part of the human body do you think is the prettiest?
On Ken, who fell on his back, Junko, crawling on all fours and horseback riding, asks his face closer to Ken's face. A disturbing line with an innocent grin brought up close.
It's a schematic that looks erotic from the side, but Ken can't even afford to feel that. It just drives even fear.
"Don't you want to see it? The prettiest place."
"Fuck."
Junko sticks his knife over his belly and around his dovetail. Clothes and muscles are pierced lightly, and Junko's hands bury smoothly into Ken's abdomen to his wrist.
Junko's hand is drained from Ken's belly, a large amount of blood shines, and Junko's white coat and face are defiled. Ken was even more wary when he saw something held in his hand. There is no question that it is an organ.
"Look, look, your liver. Don't you think it's beautiful? That was my stomach. So, if you don't tell me where you are, I might just crush you like this."
"Talk sooo! It's goodwill Abyss! The aim is that kid!
Severe fear crushes pride and other signs, Ken confesses with a voice without himself or the world.
"Is that Mr. End of House Organization? Hmm... you're out of perspective. You know, ask the backstreet organization. I was wondering if Blue, too, can't get in touch with this kid's father or something like that?
Putting the removed stomach back into Ken's stomach, Junko moved away from Ken and back into the chair. A large amount of returning blood on the pure child's clothes and body becomes red misty and spreads across the universe, disappearing without a trace. I meant to talk to him towards the truth, but the truth was unresponsive.
Looking at the sight and his own abdomen, Ken was surprised. The clothes are torn and bloody, but no scratches. The bleeding and pain are gone.
Something even more surprising happened. Saburo is desperately trying to take his gaze off the body with Susuke intact, who was believed to have stormed off and shot him. Ken, who did not know that he was remotely manipulating a meat doll similar to Suke's, doubted my eyes.
Ken tells himself that he must have stayed blurred.
Slowly Ken stood up, blind to himself, a surviving assassin, and escaped from the spot with fluttering footsteps in his butt with Junko and True, who enjoyed the cafe's continuation in a backward deathly and blood-smelling manner.
The remorse of the murder of his men, the relief of his survival and the misery of one fleeing swirled his chest, flooding him with tears and snot in large quantities, as he ran for a small run.
"If so, I guess I'll change my way. I dare you to give me the information I need. If this kid's father were alive, he might come and help this kid. Well, it's not exactly a certainty."
When I hear Junko's words, the truth reminds me of doubts. More surely, there is a way to know the roots of the blue body mixed with Arlaune.
It is unclear whether Junko really doesn't realize it, or pretends not to, but if it were the former, it is also believed that he was in a position that dealt with Arlaune but therefore overlooked a position that was too close.
Truth is already moving, as there are easier and surer ways to know, even if you don't bother to go around. I'm waiting for a response now.
(I knew backstreet people weren't normal)
In a situation surrounded by corpses and where all the other guests escaped at some point, Misuke sincerely thought so to the two of them, who would continue to eat and drink in no different way than before the raid. I didn't feel fear, partly because I wasn't actually there, and everything that just happened felt as if I was seeing it in the fiction footage as well.