Noon - Junko and the three of them were dining in prominent places following the morning. Now it's the dining room on the roof of the department store. Considering the raid, I don't think it was accumulated from the chosen store, either.
"If we keep doing this, we might be able to tighten it out of stores all over Euthanasia. He'll be scolded by the hub and the police before he does."
It is not usually possible to stop at a prominent location where the residents of the back street are being targeted. Though I deliberately bait and still wait for someone I haven't seen to eat it, I was truly quite resistant to imitating it to do damage to the surface.
The cafe earlier has also become a mess. Though I was fortunate not to have harmed the inhabitants of the street. Of course, Junko pays the repair fee and the nuisance fee quite colored. That kind of place is clear.
"Oh, I've already got a scolding email from the center. The ad didn't taste good earlier. But, well, let's just say we didn't see this email."
"That's not the problem, is it?"
I know it's useless to say this, but I'm sorry I ate Junko's roll of this game and get tightened up to myself. True I wanted to ask how Junko and I were doing together for a while, but I decide to take a different action early when I'm done eating.
(I hope the guests don't come again during meals)
True thought arrow tip, feeling multiple hostilities approaching from the bottom and sighing small. Grate the spaghetti-wrapped fork that was about to be carried in your mouth onto a plate and get it in your nostalgia.
As for Junko, he doesn't try to get into a battle posture, but continues to persevere in Frankfurt with tomato ketchup. Seeing Frankfurt dyed completely in red and yellow and a large amount of ketchup dripping off the plate, Susuke was pulling.
(The quality of hostility is not what it was earlier. It's called foot lifting, this is a trained soldier)
Analyze the enemies coming up on the roof and truly remember nostalgia.
Stand up in control of the tip of the flight and stand beside the door of the stairs. Sometimes the opponent is a soldier, and he doesn't imitate making room like in the morning. There are also individual differences, but I decided they were stronger than backstreet roughmen and others.
Open the door just a little, pull the special Ultrasonic Vibrating Steel wire from the buckle of the belt, wrap one end around the knob inside the door, and hold the other end in your hand through the outside.
Of course I'm not holding it with my bare hands. He wears black gloves with exposed characteristics on the finger area. The steel wire is loosened so that it drips onto the floor.
The moment the door opened, True withdrew his hand with steel wire in his hand. Shortly after a man dressed in a grey long coat turned his assault rifle muzzle to the truth, a stretched and bouncing steel wire from the bottom was tearing from the groin to the chest of the man in the coat.
The man didn't even know what had happened, but was deadly recognizing only that he had been fatally injured. I even forgot to pull the gun trigger.
The man is dressed to block the rooftop entrance while the steel wire feeds into his body. The raiders seemed alert when they saw it, not trying to get into the roof all at once, but stopping their feet on the spot.
The truth, which was also calculating the opponent's reaction, is to leap into the entrance in a low position - in front of the enemy at the end of the door.
Truth is, the raiders couldn't react when they only showed up for a moment. To a few shots, about two fall. One was shot through the head and died instantly. The other was saved by bulletproof fiber, but collapses into impact. The raiders retreat.
(Armed with an assault rifle? You're not a regular opponent.)
When I see what the raiders get on the stairs leading up to the roof, I truly think. They were all uniformly dressed in the same gray long coat, as were the firearms in their hands. That's not what you see in this country. At least it's too much for the residents of the back street to carry. Even sub-machine guns are rarely available.
There are several people on the roof of the department store on the street. Seeing a man desperate by steel wire, he's freezing.
Given the raider's gain, there is a high probability that there will be a casualty if it is a shootout here. Junko wouldn't think of it as anything, but from the truth, that's all I wanted to avoid. I don't want to involve unrelated human beings - let alone ostensibly residents who are non-combatants. But the place is the only place, and we can't let it get away with it.
(Kind of dangerous, but don't you have any other hands)
When I made up my mind and grabbed the body of a man who was truly a cosmic hangover, I jumped into the door at once dressed like a man's body as a shield.
I don't mind just a human shield on my assault rifle opponent, but due to the enemy's armed condition, I stepped on it as likely to be wearing a pretty powerful bulletproof plate instead of the poor bulletproof fiber out in the back street.
The gunfire sounds abruptly. A shielded corpse dances like a broken puppet. A true sight of the enemy for only a moment protrudes the assault rifle muzzle the man had from between his sides and pulls the trigger as he runs down the stairs.
I didn't see it when I shot him. An approximate location is too much. In this confined space, it is impossible to engage a series of assault rifles.
Fall one at a time from the enemies ahead. The bullet piercing the shield blurs the true arm, but stays somewhat torn apart the bulletproof fiber.
(Bulletproof plates were excellent and helpful)
True to throw away a human shield that bleeds out of your whole body and keep shooting through the heads of two falling men. The total number of raiders was six.
"Ya, help me. Surrender! Surrender! I know very well that you are very strong. Oh, reveal who we are! I don't want to die. Very difficult. Hey, so please! You better keep me alive. Because the information I have is pretty beneficial to you!
One of the men fallen by the impact of a bullet drops his gun, raises his hands and begs for his life without himself or the world. The other survivor looked frightened when he saw it, but given the situation, he realized it was inevitable, or he throws down his gun regrettably and turns his hands to the back of his head.
Truth was I pulled the trigger silently and without hesitation, shooting through the head of the first man I begged for my life. One last person left sees it and meditates his eyes ready for his own death as well.
"You don't kill."
But he told me so shortly afterwards, and the man unexpectedly saw the truth.
"Why?"
"Now he was going to keep us alert and fight back. I wasn't hiding the killing, and all of a sudden I'm bad or rapping, that's the pattern. But you're completely out of your mind."
The man was strangely convinced by the true word, and at the same time impressed.
"But you might change your mind, and I'll have you asleep"
Tell me. Truth is, I punched the man in the back of the head with an assault rifle. Naturally, I have a problem with it. If you seriously hit him with a firearm, that's enough to get you to death.
(It's a stone to leave one for questioning later. No, I'm still here)
Hostility and killing have not yet vanished.
I see the corpse was wearing a radio inch, and I take it off the corpse and put it in my ear. Clearly there is an outrage caused by a different language than Japanese.
(Chinese?
Shortly after I was surprised, a gunshot sounded from the roof. Truth is, I noticed it there. The raiders didn't just come from the stairs. He also climbed the outside of the building to tell the story of the wall. I would have put the time difference aside and tried to pinch him.
True went up the stairs and when I went back to the roof, Keri was already on. Four men in grey long coats are turned into ice statues with guns on them. I look at the other guests who evacuated in the corner of the roof and stroke my chest that there have been no wounded victims.
Junko is out of the rooftop fence and peeking down from the abyss of the building.
"Apparently, they're Chinese agents lurking in the country."
Junko said as he came up the outer wall of the building, looking down at the man trembling with his hands and feet frozen as he reached the roof and strapped to the building wall.
"You mean I've been caught by your leaked information?
Arlaune's research was carried out jointly by Japan and China, and it is also known in the back streets that China is following its whereabouts. True thought it was no surprise that he was caught manipulating Junko's information.
"Yeah. I think he's trying to do the same thing I did when he saw that this kid's father could have been the original Arlaune or transplanted it. I'm guessing he's trying to take you away from him to find his father. I wonder what uninvited guests are."
"An uninvited guest? You're welcome to do that."
I didn't bother to freeze it without killing it, except for later use on the experimental bench.
"Help me, Takeshi"
Only his hands and feet are frozen, and a man strapped to a large letter on the wall of a building begs for his life, fighting the anomalies that are happening to him.
"Well, good luck."
Remove the syringe and try to scratch it in front of the agent.
"Look, there's a copy of Arlaune in this, so I'll inject it into your body. As you know, Arlaune can rapidly evolve organisms. If someone in danger of dying gets desperate and prays, maybe we'll make some kind of evolution? For example, if you fall from here, and you want to help desperately, if you flutter your hand, your hand wings and helps."
That's what I said, Junko, who injects both hands of the operative.
"Bye, badass."
Shortly after Junko smiled and rang his fingers, the hands and feet that had been frozen were instantly thawed and the agent's body was thrown into the universe.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Falling agents.
"Toei, eh! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Bump your hands with desperate shapes as you invoke, but nothing happens. The ground is looming.
"Please, just fly. Yeah!
Clash to the ground with the last scream. A loud clash will sound, and those who were nearby will turn to the sounder to witness the splatter jumping corpse.
"Haha, I couldn't. I shook my hands so tight. It's funny because when you're human, you're really desperate for fear of death because you feel like straw."
Junko looks down at the operative who fell to the ground and laughs innocently. True to look scared of it, Susuke, and the wind you gave up.
"Is that it? No. Wrong. This wasn't Arlaune. This was just a vitamin."
I drop my eyes on the syringe and Junko peppers out his tongue that he's done it.
"I'll let you do something else for a while."
"What? What's suddenly happening again?
Junko asks as he overcomes the fence, but the truth is, he doesn't answer. After the rooftop, he goes down the stairs and wakes up the agent who just passed out on the way.
"You should just run away. Your people have been wiped out, and if you stay here, he'll catch you and make you a toy."
While understanding the meaning of the true word, the operative went down the stairs early enough, not understanding why he would only help himself.