Ye Shan has already set himself up toward the door and pointed his gun at the mouth. I intend to shoot the moment it opens, but when I fail to defeat it with that blow, I am willing to throw down the gun immediately and switch the score, while also activating the trap I have planted in my room.
"It's a face about how you found out where you were. I had a pretty good idea when you were coming, so I just planted surveillance cameras in all the places that serve as sniper points. Of course, before entering the building or something. So, if you know when to come, and I'm good with it. If you move to a candidate building, you're likely to encounter it before you move to work."
Hearing his opponent speak out through the door, Ye Shan lowered his gun. Hatterly as it may be, the fact that you're seeing this one's face is likely to mean that you're being seen exactly as well now with a surveillance camera set up in this room.
Even if not, the opponent will assume enough to be shot the moment the door opens, but you can't even find out in terms of shooting with a sniper gun.
"What do you mean you knew when I was coming?
Ask through the door as you dump the gun, place one hand in the pocket of the jacket and stand in a mid-waist position.
"It's me, I can talk to my guardian spirit. So, the Guardian Spirit hasn't changed lately. He seems like someone who has ties to you. He's a cool lady in a sunglasses suit, don't you remember? She sensed and taught me."
"Not at all. I urge you to stop harshly imitating expecting memory from maggots."
"Do you know why sniping is not a popular method of assassination in the back street?
The girl through the door uttered a different word than the flow of the story.
"One thing, there aren't many sniper guns out there. One, all the residents on the back street are sensitive to killing. One thing, I can prevent as much as I want to prevent. For one thing, it is implicitly understood that neither the side that prevents nor hunts for more than one reason does not do it because of all the annoying smells. Despite this, you have chosen an assassination method called sniping. It's not like I wasn't alert, either, but by the nature of not making you feel any sign of it, I'm fucked. It's totally impossible to get rid of common killings with comics and stuff like that. Unless it's a machine, the kill switch will be pushed somewhere in my mind, and I'll be able to detect it as soon as someone puts their finger on the kill switch in my heart. Even the residents of the back streets are wonderful."
"I don't know exactly what you're trying to say, and I don't know who you are, but I'm sure it's peeling. Does it kill you when you peel? You're not answering, are you? Even though the purpose is to peel."
"Hmm, is that self-insinuation? Okay."
The door opens. Ip Mountain moves quietly and slowly, shaping to hide in the hanger rack.
The other person I checked from between clothes was a familiar girl.
"Oh... was Junko Yukioka"
While maintaining a state of battle, we do not set it up from Ye Shan's side. There is no sign that Junko will attack either.
"Uh... you, why are you alive? You said you shot him in the head. So you're on par with an immortal mouse yourself? Thanks to you, I'm still a maggot when I think I'm a fly. I lost my fly. I want you to take responsibility."
A mountain of words I tell you to protest.
"It's a mistake in the first place to apply those who have past lives to human common sense, isn't it? But for that matter, I don't know if it's being sturdy in a different way, or if it feels like there are other measures in place against death."
"I don't care about that. I need to ask you a favor, if I kill you, will you die properly? That way I can kill you. I can be a fly. You can fly and fly. Imagine that. As I fly, I fly around the sky in majesty. For that, you can offer me two or three lives."
"No, even if you ask me to be serious about that..."
"Oh, it's not just about my discretionary convenience. It's for you, and for Makoto Aizawa, who likes you."
To Ye Shan's words, Junko narrowed his eyes surprisingly.
"I don't know how immortal you are, but I've figured out a way to kill you immortal. Killing an immortal opponent means treating him with equals complete inaction. I wonder if you want to split it it into fine dust cuts, and bottle it into hundreds or so, and bury it in the ground all over the world. But that's very cruel. If you were to be conscious even if you were put in that state, it would definitely be better if you died, and it feels like you won't die until the Earth is extinguished. Besides, the kid who kills and normally leaves a body, who thinks of you, can say goodbye properly, right? That's why I normally want to kill you."
Ye Shan's words were all sincere. He's a killer, but it's not like he's a ruthless killing machine at the root. But if it's a job, I'll be a killer. Because there is such a grip on myself, it is a story of honestly dying for me.
"Nothing. You don't have to worry about me. I mean, are you okay talking to me forever? Don't you have something to do? Aren't you gonna play?
"There it is..."
There's a reason I don't set you up from Ip Mountain. There are countless traps in this room just in case. If the other person moves first, it's likely they'll depend on it. For example, there is a trick for currents to flow in the clothes placed forward.
"You know, I'll tell you what..."
Junko in a tone that seems all I can say is heart.
"I've been watching you trap around this room on camera."
"Ah..."
Leaf Mountain stares blatantly at the lack of turning his head. Shortly after, Junko moved.
Junko sticks from the front in the clothes that you should know the trap is set. Poke your hands at the clothes where the current flows and pay them off all at once.
(Is that palm ability... I was missing it even though I heard it from Lily)
It was decided that the electric shock would have all been deactivated during the one-time payment of Junko's hand, and Ip Mountain pulls the knife out of his nostrils without surprise. At the same time, pull the trick that was at your feet with your toes.
Junko felt only the flow of air as the pet bottle trap that was scattered across the floor activated and something small flew towards his head simultaneously from three places, rear and diagonally rear left and right. Leaf Mountain stepped in and waved the knife, stopping his leg, turning back and dodging, but aiming at its dodged low position.
Whatever the strong, it is difficult to avoid further attacks after anticipating the point immediately after evasion. Moreover, there may be a breakdown in posture after evasive behavior, and sudden trap activation may lean towards you.
Blood bled hard from Junko's neck muscle. The carotid artery had been severed with a knife.
With the blood still gushing, Junko kicks into the abdomen of Ye Shan with a face that doesn't eat anything.
Eating a kick of power that I didn't think had been rolled out of the girl's body, Ye Shan changed his complexion and stopped moving.
Junko, on the other hand, couldn't continue to attack either, bouncing a lot backwards and taking a distance, sticking his index finger and thumb in his neck where blood erupted like a fountain. The two fingers are buried in the neck until they are fundamental, as if they slip through the neck of a pure child. When atoms and atomic slips were performed and the severed arteries were successfully pinched up in the neck, the severed surfaces were sutured.
"Cuts are easy to heal and helpful."
Junko spills a happy grin. I was impressed with Ip Mountain, who hit himself with a blow that would be fatally wounded if he was a regular person, due to its speed and its attack with a motion that was useless to match the trap.