A room with a Japanese branch building in Grimm Penis.
The moment one middle-aged white man came into the room, Catherine and Rod's sister and brother, who were in the room earlier, took a light glance and reacted to the man.
The man, with bearded, habitually hairy brown hair, looked terribly bad, his nose crushed and his mouth distorted, and he was the bearer of a look that he could not even call a beautiful man in flattery. Anyone who knows him knows that the evil on the outside goes hand in hand with the evil on the inside.
The man's name is Paul Warner. He is the head of the ecological terrorist group, Sea Chihuahua.
Looking at the glance of the two men, Warner snarls his nose gently.
"Maybe it's time for us."
After hearing about the Grimm Penis demonstrators being bombed, Warner decides so and speaks to his Crystal sister and brother.
"It's painful to see Van Damme's wickedness empty, and it's our turn."
In front of two unresponsive people, Warner continues to talk alone and laughs alone.
Grim Penis requires Sea Chihuahua violence, and Sea Chihuahua depends on Grim Penis' financial and power, and as an organization, they are close to each other, but Warner and Van Damme are not friendly relationships. Tops neglect each other.
Van Damme looks down on Warner as a simple, crude, despicable man. While Sea Chihuahua can be used as a dirty work role, he is severely offended from day to day because, under Warner's instructions, acts of terrorism involving ordinary people are carried out.
Warner neglects Van Damme as his overhead white collar. While I get luxurious funding from Grimm Penis, it also turns its hands on power to keep executives from getting squeezed by terrorism, so I can't wait to get directions and complaints flying every time I do something.
But many of the executives of the Sea Chihuahua don't care much about such confusion. If they put themselves in a scene of havoc, that is fine. Or Van Damme as well, some are disgusted with Warner's terrorist activities.
"I wish I had a toothworthy guy."
Rod opens his mouth for the first time, twitching.
"Even with three executives, the number of soldiers is low. The few soldiers are on guard here. Three executives are offensive. Soldiers are defensive."
Warner tells. The majority of the Sea Chihuahua soldiers in Japan, while in the city of Pharmaceutical Buddha, are turning a blind eye to opposing mafias.
"In some cases, will the soldiers of the Medicine Buddha City also move?
"I don't want to create a situation like that, but don't."
In response to Catherine's question, Warner answered looking bored.
"That's a bad extraction. Shouldn't the soldiers have focused on this one, too?
"I'm willing to complain, but I'm not willing to listen."
"Oh yeah. I meant to give you an opinion, not a complaint, but you weren't willing to listen to that either, and you weren't trying to listen. Obviously you were right about the point below, but you failed without asking, remember how many times?
Catherine doesn't spit too much poison in public, but Warner doesn't talk to her. His extraction mistakes have caused him to lose a large number of his men.
"I forgot. It will be decided. I make mistakes because I'm human, too. Or do you want me to be a god? If losing your life because of your boss's mistakes isn't going to cut off from your men's work, then don't do it from the beginning."
Warner speaks out in a mean tone.
"If you decide you're incompetent, let me. It hasn't gotten that far yet."
Rod said. This word is sincere. Warner doesn't lend ears to his men's words, but it's not so much incompetence. Nor do I give irrational orders. But it can't even be called competent, and it can be irrationally angry and arousing.
Warner is also well aware that the two men in front of him do not feel comfortable about themselves. On the contrary, I also know that no one, such as my own men, admires me. Rather, they hate it.
Ever since I was a kid, Warner hated me from anyone. Immediately develop eclampsia and become cute, with the roughness of complaining of ramblings and slight violence, protect yourself by scoffing at others from above.
I also have a sense that I don't like him. People like myself are not liked by anyone and depressed every time they realize they are not loved. It is also difficult to change oneself.
I can't help myself. A life where you realize you're an abnormal person and you just fall into mourning. The normal people in the world look happy and I can't help but envy them.
Warner realized at one point. To be on the hate side, to kill and decide to go around as much as possible - to give myself that role, that God made himself such a person. That's what I realized. If you change your mind, I reopened it.
But I also wanted a big nickname for murder that God would forgive, and I created a sea chihuahua organization. Under the great nickname of environmental protection, we will send evil humans to hell. Now, at least only to God, the petition opens.
"If the three of us work hard, the lower end of the battle won't have to bleed."
I didn't care, Warner told me as a fact. This word, because it was also a side of the truth, neither Catherine nor Rod said anything more.
All Sea Chihuahua executives are superhuman warriors. And that's no different than the head Paul Warner. Go to the battlefield yourself, bleed and bathe in blood.
Some soldiers at the lower end of Sea Chihuahua think the area is a beauty of Warner, but Rod thinks it's a hell of a story. Instead, I even think Warner should stay out of the scene and be flustered.
Rod hates Warner furiously. The reason for this is not that you have eclampsia or that you don't listen to people. Because now, like the late Jeffrey Allen, a man of courage also lays his hands flat.
(I'm guessing that's why Jeffrey also had an anomaly)
That's what Rod understands.
The door opens without a knock. It was Cornelis Van Damme who showed up.
"It's time."
Van Damme looks over the three of them and tells them frankly. There is no fine dust to be ashamed that it is time to go after one's own loss. I don't even show the atmosphere that I feel bitter about. Van Dam as usual.
"This time we don't just have sea chihuahuas bleed out. I found some good soldiers in this country. Work with them to fight."
"I'm not kidding. I don't want to talk about that. We fight alone."
Warner lightly rejects Van Damme's instructions.
"I wanted Terrence to come, not you."
Turn your gaze to Warner and Van Damme speaks of disgust.
Van Damme spoke of Terrence as the deputy head of the Sea Chihuahua. This one is extremely good as a leader and has a strong expectation from his men and executives. There can be no doubt about the high level of combat or about the fact that he is unquestionably the strongest sea chihuahua and the person who is driving the sea chihuahua.
"If you refuse, give up working together, but don't imitate what hurts them if you make a mistake. And it hurts civilians."
Staring at Warner, Van Damme pushes. Warner turns blatantly that way and squeals his nose.
By now Warner has murdered a man of courage many times. Naturally because he is a terrorist, but because of this act of Warner, Grimm Penis cannot but deny his relationship with the Sea Chihuahua in its name.
(Hopefully Terrence will be the boss. It would free the sea chihuahua from the chain of terrorists)
Not many times, Van Damme thinks so. Van Damme was hoping for a deputy head who wasn't on the spot.
From Van Dam's point of view, this problem is a story that will be solved if other than Warner serves as the boss, and even if other than himself became the head of Grimm Penis, as long as the problematic child named Paul Warner is the boss of Sea Chihuahua, he sees it as going on.
Twenty student members of the Grim Penis Japan Branch were gathered in an underground hall in the building of the Grim Penis Japan Branch. It's the first place I've been in. In front of them are two: Van Dam and Katsuura.
They were all nervous faces. Its fate has already been told what will happen next.
(I feel like I'm going into a strange world more and more)
Kiyojiro thinks. I really want to escape. I don't care what Grimm Penis thinks. It's like getting stuck in somehow. I don't want to die, and I don't want to fight.
But I really don't feel like I should run away here.
Many people were killed. There's a guy in this world who just demonstrates and kills his opponent without hesitation like a bug. Such a villain will continue to experiment with the human body in the future. Kill people all the time. The police won't stop me from doing that. Can we just leave that alone?
A simple, pure sense of justice prevailed over Kiyojiro's fear and desire to return to everyday life. That's all we're talking about.
I guess everyone here feels the same way again. I am trying to fight, as I must not let go of the evil that does exist. Both Peaches and Sundae are trying to fight because they want to avenge their enemies and not miss evil. And yet I can't just run away.
(Oh, that's what they all think. All of them. Yes, this is a kind of collective psychology)
Van Damme understood very well the mood of the remaining student members here. I was spotting it.
(There are easy ways to make money and get supporters. It's about making hateful, contentious enemies. It's about creating a confrontational structure. It's about polarization, about taking it to the schematic of factionalization. Fundamentals for inciting conflict, manipulating and using people. Religion, ideology, state - you may say that these are for conflict. In human history, it's been done for a long time, but the sheep who looked like people don't understand it forever. It doesn't evolve. Danced with ease. In time, we don't even realize the fact that we're being danced. I assume what I do at my will, I get drunk. Satisfied. Uhm. This will do)
There are those who always gain by competing with them in that way. It can be politicians, writings or the media. In order for them to do business and collect votes, it would be more convenient to polarize the ideology and sort the factions as much as possible.
(But in fact, the world is not that simple, and ordinary people don't belong to one or the other and become dyed, and there is no stopping thinking and blindly believing. It's actually some of the bottommost people dancing at all costs)
Yes, Van Damme concludes.
(He is satisfied without realizing that it is conveniently used to moisturize a very small number of human beings by rashing into biased ideas and giving them to factions, so that's fine. So the world is made up.)
It is true that Grimm Penis appealed for environmental protection while stalling the development of human scientific civilization, as well as trying to reduce food self-sufficiency in some countries. Gathering the goodwill of environmental protection, animal protection, what the upper echelons of its real organization are doing is making money and retaining power.
(Good will is a spear that does not hurt your heart to attack others, a shield that protects the beliefs of its holders from doubt. Even those in the bottom classes of a society that have no gain, no power, and only good intentions rot, as long as the numbers gather, they become a clean power. I can be an angel. It is this part of me that wants to shepherd them that brings all the good intentions together and gives them the mission and fullness they deserve only about one step ahead of the monkey's brain)
They have been manipulated for a long time. He kept coming. Shepherds and sheep who looked like men. A structure that will never change forever.
"You will not be human from now on. But it's just the body."
I thought to myself as I spoke that this dialogue was strange because I was a van Dam who viewed me as a sheep, not thinking I was human from the beginning.
"Don't guide me. Don't be cowardly. Even if the body ceases to be that of a man, if the soul retains that of a noble man, it is a man. Whether people curse that you have the power of the devil, I have no doubt that you are righteous."
Inspired, Van Damme looks to Katsuura. Katsuura had a blue face and opened the attash case she had in her hand.
Katsuura removes the capped test tube from the case.
Kiyojiro, Seita, Peaches and other members saw the liquid in the test tube and the degree of tension increased. What's in it is about to enter our bodies. And we're not people anymore.