"Viper and Li Mei did it for me"
After receiving the two reports via email, Umezu replies with sincere gratitude and respect.
(Especially for the vipers. A lot of followers have told me that terrorism itself has left me in the mood. Thanks to you I didn't have to allocate personnel)
Meanwhile, the bombing caused by Li Mei's report involved quite a few personnel. That also needed to be done quickly. Bombs have already been installed in several locations, putting in more personnel for bomb disposal.
(I don't know about luxury. Thanks to both of them, a lot of lives have been saved. No, you were three......)
The terrorist acts of individual believers could also be prevented to a certain extent because Li Mei and Apricot had investigated the believers and given them some information in advance.
But not everything was prevented. There are a number of people who are moving individually at all costs, so they could not know the vengeance motives and acts of vengeance of all believers. In fact, as with previous leaderboards, there are reports everywhere of followers and their damage who are rambling on individually.
"You were right to set up your own network within the police in advance."
"Right."
An elderly detective with bright white hair says to Umezu, who also nods at it. The brainwashing of the upper echelons of the police department would have targeted the paralysis of police functions on the day of liberation, but by not relying on the top and strengthening horizontal cooperation, we did not have to lose the chain of command in the fight against terrorism.
"Inspector General, the Deputy Inspector General is currently under treatment?
"Yeah, so did the police commissioner and the deputy commissioner. You think a dozen witches with the government are trying to lift the spell for days? I didn't make it until today."
"That fact alone shows that our enemies, the patriarchs of the Megalodons of Thin Happiness, were often terrible enemies."
I understand the reasoning of an elderly detective, but admitting the power of the enemy to the rationalist Umezu does not hold more fear than is necessary for it. Because it didn't crumble until the unity of a single police officer who was driven by a sense of justice and tried to protect his citizens by ignoring the orders above, in an attempt to surpass the magicians that the country possessed. That doesn't make me sentimental and proud, it's a pure fact.
"I can't help but say that we could have fought such an amazing guy because the typebreaker, like you, didn't get caught by the rules, moved around."
Therefore, Umezu had no emotion whatsoever in the praise of the elderly policeman.
(And then, that's him)
Aware of the remaining one executive in Li Meizu's report - accompanied by Daikichi - Umezu turned on the TV.
Umezu wasn't at all surprised to see that accompanying face shown up on the 3D video screen. Because...
The painting that the man has been thinking about and hasn't stopped waiting for is about to become real now.
The companion was trembling. Representing the reason for trembling in words makes me really stale, but the trembling is something I can't say with joy and excitement about finally having the dreams I wanted to have that I couldn't do anything about before.
The operation went amazingly well. He broke into the TV station with more than twenty followers and made it in brilliant time for a live broadcast wide-show intrusion that began at 2 p.m.
Disturbed by armed groups, the broadcast switched to the flower garden for a moment, but quickly reverted back to normal. A separate unit entered the main coordination room and let the broadcast resume. From the deputy coordination room, he tied up some of the directors and their staff and took them out to the studio.
An armed group that suddenly appeared in a studio on live broadcast. As they used to restrain the performers one after the other, it was broadcast nationwide as it was and shook the teahouse. but this is just the opening. The show is coming up.
Armed groups lined up side-by-side in the studio were in private clothes, except for firearms and gas masks. In front of them, moderators, commentators, directors, producers, screenwriters, etc. tied up in generalized caries are rolled unharmed.
Not all the raiders are lined up where the camera shows them. Some of them put guns on the staff and watch to keep the show going without making bad moves. Or some are just waiting.
One removes the gas mask and reveals his face. Accompanied. Wear a microphone and the camera is directed towards the accompanying person. Naturally, there's a guy with a gun behind the camera, too, giving instructions.
"We uhhh! It is the megalodon of thin fortune!
With a good voice toward the television camera, the companion declared.
"As all the fools in the teahouse already know, the day of liberation is carried forward and executed. Our compatriots are bringing liberation to a world like this pot of shit everywhere. We're here. We're part of it."
Ideally, it was always where I wanted to give a speech in the face, or a companion that I couldn't handle.
"What's the radio jack for, let's talk about it in order now. With shitty ears and brains, just so you can hear!
I am aware of Midori's shitty calls around here, but I thought to myself that I couldn't decide how well, so I decided to refrain.
"I was a bad person no matter what I did. All the effort went empty and ended in failure. And it's all my fault that I'm at the bottom of the dong... Not enough effort on my part. Bad because of my guidelines. I have a bad personality. Preaching drooling greatly, and looking down at me, mocking me. You guys in front of the TV, have you ever thought about how it feels to be a human being who has no handle whatsoever and can't do anything? You're bad, if you're bad, you won't know how miserable it is to be tampered with and chased around. You know what I mean? Can you think of that misery? No, a lot of them wouldn't have thought about it, and they wouldn't be able to. On the contrary, many should look down and rejoice. No one spits in contempt of being human. Of course, some of you can empathize with me."
The accompanying bitter look that drops the tone of his voice and speaks in memory of events in his previous life has always been reflected on the camera.
"A guy with nothing at the bottom like that won't be needed, admitted, or looked at by anyone. On the other hand, a talented guy, a lucky guy, is the exact opposite."
So much so that the face of his companion, which was gloomy, changed and glowed in the colour of joy.
"But now, reverse your position! It's a reversal. Ah! Ha ha! Your lives are rubbish itself! All I have to do is apply a little force to my fingers and it's over. Ah! Wow, ha-ha! You guys have ruined your lives with this!
Pull out the gun and be directed to the show host who is being rolled on the floor. Moderator's expression catches on and his eyes run bloody.
But the companion immediately lowered the gun, pointing to one of the faithful outside the camera.
The camera is directed toward the followers to whom the companion refers. At his feet, he thought something was stuck more than one, and a large black plastic bag was placed. Following the accompanying instructions, the believer opens the mouth of the plastic bag and puts his hand inside.
It was taken out. That will be reflected on the camera, and the teahouse will shake again.
It was the bloody head that showed up. One eyeball is crushed, several teeth are pulled out, and the hair is peeled about a third of the way from skin to skin. I have a thick skewer stung in my ear. The skin was peeled and exposed to the cheekbones. There are several slices running on my lips.
At a glance, we can see that he would have been miserably tortured. It retained his physical appearance as a person's face, and, as one can see from knowing the person, it was a good thing to be destroyed.
The faithful place their beautifully amputated heads on the floor. After that, I remove another raw head one by one from the bag and show it up toward the camera, leaving it on the floor in a row. Eventually, a row of raw heads was displayed, and the schematics were also sent to the teahouse by the camera.
When all the raw heads in the bag were finished, the companion stepped on one of them with his feet.
"First, this dumb side is my high school classmate. Always creeped me out, but I didn't want to. I was glad to tease you. Did you laugh at the reaction when you killed him? Worship me, Colossal Day, Colossal Day and cry too much. That was the tallest!
Shouting softly as it feels good, I kick the funny-looking head I was stepping on.
"Next guy!
and accompanied by stepping on the neck of the woman next door.
"This devil is my cousin. When you came to see me at my house, it was a disgrace to my kin to have an unemployed Neat. What, you deliberately made it sound like me. That would have been nice to scold me! Yeah, but I felt good, too. When the guy who scolded me was killed by me, I saw him crying with a piss leak!
Kick a woman in the neck and step on her neighbor's head again.
"This is the next one! I was forced to go for an interview, but he was the worst of the interviewers! If you look at me like I'm dirty or something, and you don't like it. At the end of the day, he said, 'What did you do? Are you here to make me waste my time?' That's right! You wasted your time with this, too!
Kick a middle-aged man in the neck with a laugh.
"And this guy. This guy is my aunt - my current cousin's asshole parent. You drooled me that my life wasn't working out for me because it was nothing but my fault, it was all my fault. So there's nothing but self-blame for you getting killed by me? You should have gained enough strength not to let me kill you. No, you hurt me before then... I wish you hadn't pissed me off! Come on, take responsibility! Apologize for your shitty life! It's all your own fault! That's the end of what you invited!
Even more powerful and hateful than the first three, in the form of anger, the companion kicked a fat middle-aged woman in the neck.