While I was on the move, the theory of not being confused by the top of my mouth had been caught on forever.
I've always been angry at the very act of hurting people. I was angry with God for creating a world that would do that.
You damned people, come all the way to me. I'll kill them all. I always thought about that, awesome stupid, blue smell me.
I was thinking about that in the cab because people end up having extra difficulty, discriminating, hurting even though they don't have to, and not having to get hurt because they end up swinging upwards.
God dared to foolishly create man. I wonder why. Is that because it's fun for God? I guess so. Bad taste god. Worthy of heartfelt contempt.
The taxi stopped inside the residential area. Are they lurking in here?
"Here."
A short walk Sylvia pointed to a six-story, thin, cluttered building in a residential neighborhood. Me and the slightly raided abandoned elephant Ajito was an old clutter building, but this one is even more obsolete.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Is it a place you know?
A slight asks Junko, who gives an unexpected voice.
"That's where it was a sweep vacation aside. Hey. I've been here once."
It's a name I miss. A sweeping vacation - an organization that specializes in killing, a existence that was also feared in the back streets, but a killer called Junko Yukioka's murder doll - is famous for stories about being destroyed by the hands of Makoto Aizawa.
It is also the tissue that the released elephant commissioned when crushing the fleshshell katsuka of the rival tissue. I didn't know you were lurking on the site.
For the record, I knew one of the constituents of the sweep vacation. A student named Tazawa. We've been gambling a lot, and we've had drinks together. There was an age difference, but I felt comfortable. Like the old man, he was a casual and luxurious man.
That's the last thing I want to do. Do you still have Tachikawa, one remaining mouse, and Leaf Mountain, the maggot-man, and some miscellaneous fish?
"I don't want anyone to die."
I was whining in my voice unexpectedly. The three women must have gotten into their ears.
You're embarrassed. You're not my character, this is what you talk about. Damn it. Really damned dialogue. But I mean it.
"Me too?
Junko jokes and asks.
"I know you're an abomination, but I'm getting help. I don't want you to die."
There's no turning to Junko, I say.
With the three women here, it's not even a long relationship, especially in depth. I just met him. But if you're fighting as one of us, it's natural that you don't want me to die. It's not like I'm going out of my way to check it out, or even think about it, but for some reason, I'm in the mood.
Was I such a blue-smelling guy? Is that the kind of character you were?
"Liao Er is a very sweet man after all. I'm more sensitive to other people's pain than I am. '
Reminds me of last night's bullshit and I glance slightly at it.
Slightly - he smiled happily and looked at me. Shit......
"Let's go."
I speak up, I walk out.
"Yeah, but I'm the one leading the way. That's my role."
Sylvia, with an invincible grin, pushes me forward as she slaps the old, smelly design rifle on her shoulder and squeals it.
Is that your usual position as a escort? Nothing. I wouldn't be escorting anyone today.
Four enter the miscellaneous building and climb the narrow and steep stairs.
It starts with Sylvia and ends with Junko. Junko said he would not let go and fight with the elephant, so when he was ambushed from behind, he had to get up to deal with me walking in front of Junko first.
Common sense when attacking the Aegis of backstreet organizations, but I don't use elevators. Of course. It's a hive the minute it comes out. This building doesn't seem to be equipped with an elevator itself.
I just went upstairs, and from the top of the stairs, I'm killing myself. Here we go.
The narrow staircase makes it very difficult to evade if you get shot. Yet I wonder if it would be better to go up in groups. I thought we should open it up for about the interval.
But slightly, it sticks perfectly behind Sylvia. Sylvia can't avoid flying back there.
"Hey, what's going on?
Sylvia stops her legs and looks back, looking at me with a strange look at her distance.
"No, what's wrong or nothing..."
Shortly after I opened my mouth, the killing swelled and the gunfire continued to sound from the top of the stairs.
I had no idea how many other enemies there were. It was partly because of being away, but more than that, because of the object that suddenly appeared in front of Sylvia, the vision above the stairs was completely blocked.
It suddenly appeared as if it had also been teleported, glowing silver, which, instead of covering the narrow staircase, could not fit in and was partially crushing the walls on both sides of the staircase wall. The stairs themselves are also broken and dizzy.
I don't know what that is all the time, but it's taller than Sylvia's, it's more than two meters tall, it's clearly more than a meter across, and it's a huge wall-like substitute for people to afford and hide softly.
There's something like a handle, and Sylvia holds onto it and supports it. It's not even a flat wall, the end side curves loosely towards the inside, and the center is snagging.
So I finally realized what it was. That's a giant shield.
"I was going to make it smaller, but did I see it wrong? Fair enough."
When Sylvia squeals, the killer releases herself and at the same time changes occur to her body. A thin arm with a shield swells and you can see the muscles clearly lifting up even from above the clothes. Shoulders, not just arms. And your chest muscles?
"Gone!
With the mood of tearing, Sylvia single-handedly protruded her shield forward.
Based on that enormity and weight, however muscular I became, a giant shield that was not likely to frighten me with one hand or both, blew forward with tremendous momentum.
The gunfire stops. The shield - probably hit the guys who were shooting guns from above. The shield pushed a few enemies straight against the wall - no, it also smashed the wall and punched a big hole in it. I could see a giant shield flying outside, pulling on some of the people who had crushed him.
- But soon after, the same giant shield appears in front of Sylvia. Now smaller than earlier, it fits within the space of the stairs. What the hell, is this...
"It's a treasure passed down from generation to generation to the owner of the Silver Storm Hall - the Silver Storm Shield. It is a delightful and luxurious weapon of attack that manifests itself at hand by the will of the Lord and can vary in size and be a moving weapon by the will of the Lord."
Slightly explains. Sure it's luxurious, but whether it's pleasant or not, people will feel it differently...
Sylvia's rifle erupted into flames and got shot in the head where he was lucky enough to hang his shield in his face.
Immediately after that, a grenade pours down. Shit.
"Hmm."
Sylvia holds up a giant shield with one hand. What kind of power? No, like that shield isn't as heavy as it looks?
There's been an explosion, but the blast hasn't reached us at all. It seems like it would be nice to have a blast leaking from the part that sticks out of the shield, but it doesn't either.
"Is there something like a barrier stretched out of your shield?
"Your name and answer. Whoa, whoa!"
When Sylvia answered my question with a bright voice, she blew her shield away again with the roar. He crushes the remaining people hiding in the shadows of the stairs, every staircase with the roar, and blows them out of the building as they happen to be. The large hole opened earlier is even larger in conjunction with the other hole.
"I tried to clean up all the guys who were there. Let's go."
To say, he scowled his long, thinly stretched back hair, and Sylvia cut ahead and ran up the stairs.
"All I can say is wow..."
Me wrapping my tongue around the power of Sylvia. Are you saying that the top executives of the best intelligence agencies in the world are not Dada?
"No, I'm a woman with no body to fit just such a simple analogy. Mr. Sylvia is. I have so many poems about him that I spell them."
Slightly speaking with a lukewarm face. Is Sylvia glad they did that?