The story of Sea Chihuahua stealing the vampire virus created by Mad Scientist Grass Dew Milk and spreading it indiscriminately as bioterrorism is famous.
It is easy to guess that usage will not remain just that. The means to be used in the soldiers of one's own organization would naturally also be conceivable.
Vampire Black Clothes and Ten Nights of Attack by Human Away Speed and Power are launched. In the meantime, Shaking and Massago deal with other black clothes that arrive one after the other.
"I'm not alone. Be careful. Especially if you can't handle vampires."
Skip the instructions. The least combative force in melee combat in this is shaking.
Confirm two more black clothes that appear to be vampires. One shoots and distracts himself so that he can take it on. The other one saw the shooting of the shooting and the Massago went towards him voluntarily.
She's used to the training ground inside.
Seeing the Massago, who adds up to how well he is, he smiled. It is very comforting to have someone on your side at a level where you can make the best move naturally in circumstance judgment, even without words.
Ten nights turns back and spins at low altitude, releasing a surface kick to tumble the vampire. I was relieved to see it sideways. Because if you let him fall, a story limited to ten nights of melee, it's like he's already decided to fight with it.
Ten nights of vampire dovetailing and stepping on your feet with all your strength. Multiple internal organs are crushed to eject massive blood reflexes.
When it comes to vampires, they changed their physique with a vampire virus made of grass dew milk. That doesn't mean they're ashed with sunlight, if not immortal. It's just that you have a habit of seeking blood and your physical abilities increase dramatically.
Masago flirted with the vampire with his small body and agility, and eventually slit his throat with his fingernails. In addition to the rate at which vampires also outpaced it, it became a one-sided battle, accompanied by differences in experience as combatants.
Shake had forced his opponent to struggle with his pistol multiple black-suited combatants carrying sub-machine guns, but he is surely knocking one down at a time as he flees around.
In other words, a wall of miso appears before a flying vampire. Grasp with sensation that vampires would have stopped bewildered by an unusual phenomenon that was too sudden, and shoot many guns at the tip of a thin miso wall. So the battle was light. An extremely simple and elusive method of warfare that startles and confuses the enemy, yet blocks sight and only attacks from out of sight.
"What, the witchcraft? Fucking demon."
"Don't ask."
He said with an unpleasant face to the penetration of the Massago, which had seen the technique of magic.
Thereafter, they finished destroying the enemies of the cargo hold and evacuated the captives to the subspace of the twig. It took a different form than planned, but the rescue itself took place without problems.
After that, we're going to move him to the room he rented to hide after the rescue. Naturally, it has been ascertained to those who were imprisoned whether the transmitter type is unmatched.
"This place is done," he said.
Breathe out small.
There will be no doubt that the raids on the cargo depots are known, and ambushes elsewhere will be more difficult. If that's all, it's still troublesome to be taken hostage by those in captivity.
(Even in that sense, it's more troublesome to be dispersed. Even if I take it hostage, I can handle it.)
If possible, after knowing all the positions in advance, simultaneous attacks were desirable, even where Junko or True had been added, it would appear that there was a shortage of personnel. Even if we can destroy our enemies in the first place, it's troublesome because of the hassle of rescuing them.
"Goodbye."
"Wait a minute."
Open the door to the subspace and stop the mass from leaving.
"Isn't it troublesome to rescue those who are imprisoned elsewhere?
"That's right. We'd rather act together than be apart."
"No, that's not what I'm trying to say..."
The shaking of a sloppy mouth is half-eyed.
"If there were any other collaborators, it would have been better to find out where they were imprisoned and then help them at the same time."
Ten nights said. He nodded silently that it was the right answer.
"Don't guide me. We already know where else, and rescue operations are underway in several locations."
"I mean, you were boobies elsewhere at the same time as us?
"Yes."
Massago nodding at the inquiry of the ten nights.
"I didn't figure out all the places, either, but I know a few other places where I'm being held captive. Aim there."
"Tell us too. You should share."
For a little while, Misago thought to his request.
"Somehow I understand"
"What's so annoying... Something inconvenient, too?
"You are neither my employer nor my employer. Even though Ali Sui and Tsutsui are the clients, I can't talk much, and Ali Sui and the others will be uncomfortable."
"Hmm, that's the idea"
The unexpectedly disciplined side of the Massago is strange and the ten nights with a good impression are spilling a smile. But Rin Yasha had the opposite impression. Accept it as a sturdy and troublesome type with no accommodation.
"I don't know what you're talking about when you bother to ask me to fight with you."
Slightly sarcastic tone.
"Then it's time to say goodbye"
Massago jumps into the door of the subspace tunnel.
"Wait for the twats to come back and go next"
I was told, and ten nights and shakes nodded.
"Aoooo... Ooo, Jesus, Jesus, Ooo..."
On a statue of a platinum dolphin placed indoors in her room, Angelina Harris was giving herself a gasp as she slipped away in a negligee and rubbed a sensitive area.
Angelina has long had a strong desire to have sex with dolphins. I didn't have the courage to make that wish, but whenever I heard about putting it into practice on the news, I couldn't help but feel strongly jealous.
As if to distract that jealousy, in the name of Grimm Penis, he strongly criticized those who practiced intercourse with dolphins for animal abuse and abnormality.
"Ao, Aoa ~... ai mu du fu du... oooooooooooooooooooooo"
Imagine in your head that you are in the sea and one with the dolphins. No, it's an image of myself being a dolphin itself.
"Ou, Jesus, Kamin Kamin......"
That's when I tried to accelerate my paranoid level, accelerate my body's movement, and climb up to the climax - the phone rang.
"Oh, what's so good about it?"
Angelina gets pulled back into reality and takes the phone full of awkwardness.
"It's tough, Mrs. Harris. A freighter that was trapping Jap was raided and let go of the Jap that was trapping him!
"Fuh!?
Angelina flaunts herself when she receives reports of her subordinates lurking around.
"What's Jeffrey Allen doing! Isn't that a watchdog for times like this!? It won't help!
Angelina hurries to get dressed and leaves the room with her big crotch when she gets angry and calls and hangs up.
"Mm-hmm. I know what's good."
Junko smiles as she sneaks up on Angelina, just a little neck out from under the bed.
"I see you like dolphins. Well, I've come up with something nice."
As she crawled out from under the bed whining, Junko gently wore her white coat and left the room.