Shizuku is aware of the puffiness of the nose under his back.
I bought a gun and also loaded with shooting and evasion training for about three days. I also purchased a product that would give me an outlet. I'm also in the process of gathering information on the back street. I also gained a lot of knowledge.
While I was ready to do everything I could think of, Yoshiku also resolved to go into action in earnest.
An organization that has long been hostile - the President pickled in formalin. This organization, which killed my sister, has enormous power to seal police movements as well. Think normally, I know for a long time that this is not what you can do personally.
But that's why I don't do anything, and I just can't say I'm in tears. Sometimes even the counterattack of one bite of a bug can turn a bad poison around and take a life. I bet on that blow, and when I did everything I could, Yoshiku was determined.
In the meantime, he wanted information on his enemies, and Yoshiku thought about buying information from a backstreet intelligence organization.
The best quality information will be sold to us by an information organization known even on the face of the street, the famous' O 'myrape 'on an international scale, but at the convenience of the wallet, it is forbidden.
What Yoshiku chose was an organization called The Frozen Sun, which also does business to street dwellers and has aftercare for those who have just fallen into the back streets.
When I asked the frozen sun for information about the clone idol sales business currently under discussion, I turned it to a new course on the back street and listened directly to it, and Shizuku was to meet with the organizers.
A city designated as a 'dark city' where many residents of the back streets live and are said to thrive in business and protest behind it - Euthanasia City.
Wombat, a family restaurant, is the designated meeting place in the downtown area of the great town and its central candoville building. If it doesn't fit the image of meeting the residents in the back in the family, I feel strange for a long time.
I already had an opponent. Skinny white man in a habitual blonde longue, dressed in a black coat. When I do it, I still have a lot of transverse hair dripping down my chest. I think my age is still young. For white people, he's a beautiful man with a shallow digging face and a tender look.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Gregor Wolfe Harino and I am the leader of the Frozen Sun. Call me Wolf."
"What?"
Yoshiku is surprised by the words of a white man who stands up, reaches out, smiles, and greets him in Japanese that doesn't make him feel comfortable at all.
"Boss, is that what you're coming for?
"We were a few elite. Also known as understaffing."
Returning the handshake and asking, Wolfe replied.
"I saw what you asked for, but you're medium hard. I didn't expect you to suddenly deal with an organization like the President pickled in formalin."
Sit back across from each other and get down to business quickly.
"And it's personal, right? I know it's reckless."
"If you're interested in the business of making celebrity clones, coaching them, and trafficking in human beings, you've just fallen off the street, you've got a good eye for it."
Wolf said as he opened the display in the air.
"The commerce of his organization is such that, aside from the back streets, there is even approval or disapproval within the organization of a formalin-pickled president. It will be profitable, but the impact on the street is too great. There are ethical issues, and the hub doesn't seem to be comfortable with them, and even though they are suppressed from the upper echelons, the police will move as long as they trigger them. It could also be an Achilles tendon for tissue."
"Is there an ethical problem? Even though it's a back street?
An unexpected word comes out of Wolfe's mouth and Yoshiku accidentally spills a grin.
"Just because it's a back street doesn't mean it's a complete lawless zone. There are many businesses that go against humanity, but it's humans there. If you go too far, some people will be uncomfortable. This would be exactly the case."
There are also people in the back street who have good sense, and I thought for a long time that there would be rebellion against evil, but from the images I've had against the back street, it's hard to imagine. Because the existence of a back street in the long haul was infinitely worse.
"Excuse me, but let me also examine Takada's identity. I'm with a reporter from the Morning Shit Newspaper, but did you come here because the motive for falling on the back street is that the truth remains to be pursued on the surface?
"That's the thing. When the back streets get tangled up, they don't handle it inside. I couldn't get it to be treated as an article at all."
I was not particularly threatened or offended by the fact that I was being examined for my qualities. I don't even think I'm quick to talk to you.
"So even if you fall in the back street, do you want to be a journalist?
"Of course I do. In the back street, there's a press on the back street, right? I don't know how it works."
"You're being handled by an information organization. There are also freelance journalists in the back streets, and informants and blackmailers alike have created and brought interview articles to the press in the back streets, as well as buying out single-shot stories. Takada must be the former, of course."
I also knew the story of the area by researching it in advance. I chose to go down the back street because I knew the power of the pen existed here as well.
"But our frozen sun unfortunately doesn't focus much on that area. I won't even turn my manpower around. Even if you can help with information, it's difficult to help in terms of reporting, so you should use another organization when it comes to bringing in articles. O'Myrape and Whiplash are particularly powerful."
"I see... but for the moment, I want information. You can't seem to make an article, you can't even bring it in, can you?
When I smile satisfactorily at Wolfe in the words of Shizuku, I flip the display that was floating in front of me and fly to Shizuku.
What was on the display was a site that said Snow Oka Laboratory.
"Do you know that laboratory and the Lord?
"No."
"The man named Junko Yukioka, the lord of that institute, is an individual, but one who has always been hostile and contending with a formalin-pickled president. Even the street is quite well known, so you should check it out. Since you are working with our organization, you can help me with my introduction."
"Hmm... it's hard to believe that you're going to poke at a large organization individually. Though I was trying to do the same thing."
Yoshiku roars as he sees what's written on the site.
"I have a little trouble talking about this, being an experimental bench instead of getting you to cooperate..."
Yoshiku said referring to the display. It's too suspicious and puffy to feel comfortable, such as making wishes instead of being an experimental bench for research.
"With the name of coverage, it won't have to be such a haul. The president pickled in formalin is an enemy even from Mr. Snow Oka, so if you're talking about scooping up that enemy organization and leading to damage, it's something you're going to cooperate with. Nor does Mr. Yukioka seem comfortable selling clones, which means that he frequently obstructs them, so if Takada brings in that story, he might be a boat on the way."
"I see. Then I guess I'll ask you to introduce me"
"Okay. I'll send Takada all the information about clone sales in his organization."
Look at Wolfe laughing and smile nice. I think Yuki. The scenery is slightly flashy and characteristic, but it feels like a good young man who is frantic when he talks, not very much the image of the head of the organization behind him.
"So how much for the information fee...? The...... does it also charge a referral fee to the Snow Oka Institute?
A long time trying to get to the heart of the story. Buying guns, buying bulletproof blade-proof specification clothing, using training facilities, buying outlets, being grabbed for information on Patchmon, botched with information of its own by knowing the frozen sun, the money comes out violently ready to fall in the back streets, not to mention I miss it completely. I'm also ready for debt.
"I don't want to."
"What?"
I gave Wolfe's words with a smile and a strange voice once again, Shizuku.
"Depending on the information, our organization decides not to receive any money when caring for new people. New service. When it comes to fairly challenging information, it's not necessarily."
"I appreciate that. It's where my wallet was lighter now."
I spill a laugh for a long time.
I thank you, and Yoshiku takes his seat first. Wolfe took over with the Snow Oka Institute in front of me, so I decided to head over quickly. I'm talking about being in the basement of the same candoville.
Something's going wrong.
I think Yoshihisa while walking. I had my first conversation with a backstreet resident, but the image was too different. I wonder how one thing can appear in my belly, a human being whose soul smells like rot, and a kind, bright and pleasant good young man comes out and honestly eats it.
From a long time ago, there was only a negative image of the back street itself, and sooner or later, with the power of the pen, I had uncovered everything in the back street and butched the back street itself to think about it, but my current conversation with Wolfe alone greatly diminished my negative image.
"Backstreet doesn't seem to be all bad guys either. Change your mind a little."
Yoshiku shrugged as I shook my head.