Eastern Euthanasia. Hotel Opossum in the neutral designated area of the contested jurisdiction. He said there was a hint of Koganei here. Compared to the hotel Wallaby, which is perfectly located in town, it is a small hotel.
Although it is a designated neutral area, it is unlikely that a member of the organization is placed in the hotel to guard it. However, not a single person has been targeted for leaving the hotel, so it is likely that there are constituents lurking around.
That's what I thought, but until I approached the hotel, there was absolutely no sign that the elephant's constituents would attack me when I was exposed to grandeur.
Sylvia has always had a retro design rifle in her hands. Made of wood with a simple, boneless design that looks like it has a year in it, with gunbeds and grips. Is that the guy in that case? It's a hassle to carry. It doesn't even seem easy to handle, but what about the actual place? You won't know until you try it.
Are you okay with putting out a grand gun in a public place before that? No, if you're not dignified, it's also troublesome that you can't shoot right away.
I get my hands on my nose so I can get through the gun any time I want.
"Don't pat me here and I'll turn the hub against the enemy, but are you okay?
Junko speaks out in a way that stops me from trying to get inside the hotel.
"I don't mind turning it around to enemies all over the world."
Me mouthing a well-dressed dialogue. I'm sure you'll regret being embarrassed to remember later, but that's how I felt right now. I was all tense. I am filled with anxiety and anger that I need to help a little and that the slightest is in terrible contact with my eyes.
"You're a hot guy inside. But let's not be impotent."
Sylvia smiled at me, but I couldn't cure my deviation.
"So you want me to keep my mouth shut and watch even if a little bit of him does it to you."
"I know how you feel, but calm down. If you have the ability to hear from Junko, you're talking about how hard it would be for that to happen. Didn't I tell you earlier? The slightest hint of it is still warm inside. He's still on the bottom end of O'Malley Rape, but he's a promising guy. You're not just sacrificing yourself for your people, you're supposed to be standing right in him about the math to cut through."
I'll tell Sylvia in a sober tone, and I'll just calm down a little. But on the other hand, being clumsy, I would have told you in the cab.
I breathe lightly and deeply. It's just a fever or a bad habit that cuts right off. How many times have you been a jerk thanks to this shortness of air?
"He's killing his father right in front of you. You still think you can handle this calmly?
"I believe you, I do. That level of preparedness should be slight. I can still pity you later. I'm sure he'll break it off if survival is a prerequisite."
To my point, Sylvia looks me in the eye and assures me clearly.
I wonder why. At that time, I remembered how cruel it was to believe in a seemingly beautiful dialogue.
"Hey, both of you, look at that."
Junko smiles and speaks like a prank to us in a face-to-face conversation, pointing to the hotel.
When I saw someone coming out of the hotel, I was relieved. No, as much as that expression wasn't enough, my chest filled with warmth, the back of my throat, my eyeballs got hot.
There was a slight appearance, coming this way in slow footsteps.
But the heat also cools quickly. No, it's cold. Because of the possibility of a trap. There's also the possibility that I accidentally popped up here to hug a little and snipe at the guy who's hiding.
I walk to the slightest, wary of signs and killings around me. The slightest saw me on guard and made me laugh, silently telling her that the worry was worrying.
When I realized, I was running out and hugging slightly. He holds me back a little tight.
"Sorry... I... you and your old man..."
"Don't say anything. I know everything you want to say and how Liao Er feels. Sometimes it's better not to talk."
Whisper in each other's ears as they firmly ascertain the feel and temperature of each other's meat.
A few words were a thankless, pitiful, complicated substitute for me. But just saying that I could see that face again slightly, just saying that I could hear my voice, just saying that I was on the side slightly, makes me feel like I don't care about everything.
I want to hold it forever, but it doesn't necessarily mean my enemies aren't on my side, so I release the embrace.
"By the way, I haven't been abusive. No, this is how I came out, returning what I had been trying to do."
A few faces suddenly melt out, and I freak out. The melted face turns into another face. Wrinkly and fatty, disgusting grandfather's face. Yes, Koganei's face.
"I took in my voice and my face. My men were watching me in front of the room, but I borrowed only the clothes on top and came out peacefully"
When I tell him that in Koganei's voice, the slightest returns to his original face.
"You wanted to hit me, but you said you wanted to be one, so you were invited to be one in me, as you wished. Melting, every life, every consciousness."
Slightly unlike, brutal grin and dialogue come out of my mouth. Can't you do it? They're killing my old man.
Me hugging the slightest hard again. The slight reminder of this, anger, sadness and hatred, was all because I was impudent.
"That's enough. I'm gonna pull you up."
Sylvia has spoken out, so reluctantly untie the embrace.
"Did you even bother to call Mr. Sylvia? Oh, Sylvia, I'm sorry for all the inconvenience."
Slightly dripping head toward Sylvia.
"I wasn't called to Oshima. It came from me. I'm talking about Leaf Mountain guy involved, and, well, I don't want to lose you either. Besides, I know what you mean about not wanting to involve the organization. I don't want to use the best of my organization to settle with Ip Mountain. I'll have you gather as much information as you want."
Handled on his shoulder in an outfit that turned the rifle to the back of his head, Sylvia said with a delightful smile.
"Regardless of Ip Mountain, if Koganei is dead, will the protest end first"
"It's not over yet"
A slight immediate denial of my words.
"Why not? Koganei will be dead by now."
"I also capture Kokanai's memories. My brain flakes when I retrieve my memories at once, so I can only partially put them out, but I'm sure you'll come to take revenge because you seem to be intoxicated by a man named Tachikawa, Koganei's right arm. In addition, there is one additional person who went to Junko's place to apply for modification. Actually, there seemed to be more candidates, but they were anti-coercive, and Junko spotted them and rejected them. So, there was only one person I wanted."
I look at Junko.
"Yeah, I modified it. You seem to have one person left, so I made a great modification to keep it. I don't think I'll be able to live that long because I'm a little too impotent."
Junko says with a smile. He's a terrible guy...
"Nevertheless, I haven't made a level that you guys will never be able to defeat. I think we can make a good fight."
What a good fight. Damn, I'm annoyed.
"If my client is still alive, you and Ip Shan need to do it."
Sylvia smiles invincibly.
"Their movements are being checked by the guys in the organization. Do you want to go now?
"No, I want to go back to the office once. I want to reassure everyone that the slightest killed Koganei and took his old man's revenge. It calms me down a little bit."
"Okay."
I turned to Sylvia and she nodded with a satisfied smile. Like you're relieved to see that I care about a few things? Maybe it's my assumption.
"You can pity me later."
Slightly speaks such a dialogue to my concern. Temperament, but too much.
"No, take a day off or so. We're capturing the other move, so there's no rush."
"Okay. Sweet."
Slightly, he's squeezing my hand hard. I also shook a slight hand back and walked towards the dark cab that was waiting for me in front of the hotel, holding my hand together.