The Misago taught me to visit the second of the places where the kidnapped are being held captive. Various machines are dense and running freshly, I have no idea what the role of that machine is. Thanks to the machine there, the space is extremely small.
Armed black clothes are wandering around, so we can see that there are people who have been exposed here.
"You can't shut up about being locked up in a place like this."
"I don't like watching you."
Shaking and ten nights say each other.
"There will be something more remarkable than that."
From within the subspace, she tells us that she looks at the black clothes that are usually in the space.
"The people here, they're much more alert than they were earlier. It means we've already received reports of a raid."
"Even if we ambush you, we'll deal with you soon."
When I heard the words, I said ten nights with a nuance telling me what I understood.
"I'm coming."
"Good luck."
Encouraging him to turn towards himself and open the door, Tsutsuji said so, opening the door that normally connects the subspace to the space.
Ten nights jumped out first. The door closes immediately. The black clothes immediately looked back, but only momentarily but bewildered by the emergence of a boy with nothing to weapons. But he sees the boy clearly murderous and immediately shoots a submachine gun.
Ten nights soon hid behind the machine. Now some attention has been directed towards the ten nights. Have the door open somewhere else with the gaps you made there, and the shake will usually leap out into space and shoot the gun instantly.
Shortly after the black clothes stunned, about a shooting in the head and throat, almost simultaneously, the two are doomed. Shaking quickly hides in the shadows without being forced.
At the end of the day. It is not visible from the black clothes, but from ten nights out into visible places, forming a short subspace tunnel, pointing towards the door of the subspace tunnel towards ten nights.
Ten nights moves across the door at once. From the eyes of the black clothes, I wondered if I could see the appearance of ten nights for a moment, and immediately the appearance disappeared again.
Three seconds later, the ten nights through the subspace tunnel created by Xi appear behind several black clothes, with the back of the black clothes turned and a positive fist poke released. Black clothes, which broke his spine and crushed his gut, spat massive blood reflexes and blew up for about two meters, falling into depression.
In the event of too many anomalies, the gaze of the black clothes naturally turns to ten nights. Aiming for the timing, the shaking takes his upper body out of the shadows, shoots his gun all over him, and the black clothes fall down.
The combination of sophistication was stunning, and it seemed like a one-sided killing would continue.
"Freeze!"
Behind the room, black clothes shouted at his head, shielding a Japanese man from the thought of being exposed.
"It's not the right size to be a human shield."
Ten nights groaned, never enlightened by black clothes, sliding pussy balls from within the cuffs of his right hand, carrying them over the index finger of his gripped right hand, playing with his thumb.
Wearing the head of the black clothes where the finger took the hostage, the black clothes fell on his back and the Japanese man, who was held hostage, crouched with his head in both hands.
(I don't know about that one... No matter how many shots he took, he had his finger on the gun trigger, and he pulled the trigger with some kind of bounce and could have shot the hostage)
While shooting a gun, I decide on my mind to pay attention later to the risky nature of the way I rescued the ten nights.
"You had a smaller number than earlier."
"I've got all the black clothes and reloaded the gun," he said.
"Were you alone here?
Ask the man who is still nodding with his head.
"Oh, I'm alone"
A man with a terrible head up.
"You seem to be divided into more detail than I thought. This could be a bit of a hassle. Well, let's go next."
The man creates another subspace tunnel protected by Alisui to take the exposed people to a room where they hide them, and the men, together with Tsutsuji, head to another place taught by the Massago. Now the distance is not far apart.
The third, like the second, was a small room in which several machines of unknown application were running densely.
"What... this..."
Ten nights groan after seeing what's going on indoors from inside the subspace tunnel.
"Terrible..."
"Uh-huh, mass castration. Some kind of curse?
Whilst Tsutsuji holds his mouth and speaks in a disgusting way, he gives an unmistakable and funny voice to the scene.
More than a dozen black combatants were already dead and rolling indoors. It seems unusual that all of them have been mutilated and killed.
"I mean... whose fault is this? Junko or Misago?
"I don't think it's either... No matter how much Junko would do such a bad hobby... no, I don't know because it's about Junko... no, Junko would want a living experimental bench, so like this, you wouldn't just take some of it home. So, I don't care what you think of Misago, I don't think that's the character."
Deny the name named ten nights.
The three of them exit the subspace and examine the indoors. There's nothing but corpses. There are signs of a dispute. There were bullet marks everywhere.
"Don't assume it was the work of someone hired by the Massachusetts because no one has been compromised already. And you're a disgusting imitator."
"Yeah, yeah, it's going to hurt my groin over here just looking at it, too. No. You mean the one who was taken has already been helped?
"Maybe."
"Then I wish they would contact me, or waste my legs, so I wish those in rescue operations would report to each other and work together."
Ten nights and shaking alternate. I think it's a good idea to shake.
My phone vibrates. When I checked with him, he was Junko.
"Rin, Misago, you're like a pinch. Rin and the others are closer, so go join them. The place is... '
When Junko told me where he was, he told everyone that the Massago was a pinch and started moving.
Continue to call as you travel within the subspace.
"I knew collaborators weren't Junko."
You're the one who helped. How are you? I'm renting a rescue room for you to hide out there. '
"Same here. I mean, a bad taste in getting killed."
"Meh."
In the middle of the conversation, I heard a strange voice coming from across the phone, and I was surprised.
(What? The voice now. Cat?)
I've never heard of Junko having a cat, and I have a question as to why he's bringing me to a place like this in the first place, but I didn't particularly touch it.
"I think it was the work of a mouse who was able to kill a bad hobby. I'm just letting you play. Then hurry up and help him. '
"Okay. I think I'm on my way. Bye."
While using the occasion to wrap his tongue around what he was even doing with the mouse, he hung up.