While staying at the dog breeder's house, Viper hired a freelance informant who was referred to the dog breeder to look for Catherine Crystal and her Chinese mafia companion, whom Catherine saw as potentially in contact.
"Isn't Catherine Crystal in Euthanasia City? At one point I was showing up in Euthanasia City, and it's on camera, but now it's like I don't see it. No further movement for the mafia. I asked the Chinese Mafia, but they told me there was no deal with Sea Chihuahua. '
"Did you dignify them..."
Viper is stunned by a phone informant's report. By the way, currently, only one Viper is in the dog owner's house, and the dog owner is out.
"While I belonged to the organization, I let the lower end chimps who were dissatisfied with the organization grab the gold. Expense increase later ~ '
"That doesn't necessarily mean you're telling the truth, and you don't have to report someone sniffing around in the organization."
'Cause it's okay. I'm sure I can still see people in this, and that hand type is okay'
The rationale is just the informant's own view of the person, and there's no way he can be relieved.
I think Catherine Crystal is in the Japanese branch building of Grimm Penis. That organization is in a different way now, and it needs soldiers. Look, there's also a case with Junko Yukioka. "
In response to the words of an informant named Yoshiku Takada, Viper conceives.
"Then stretch your investigative legs to that building."
'Aye. I'll be there soon.'
The phone hung up.
Three seconds after that, the phone rang
We're in the Grimm Penis building.
"Hey......"
Vipers laugh unexpectedly at reports of long standing.
"I'm gonna ask you something grand over here, okay? That part of Catherine stands out, and you'll see soon enough. '
"Oh, I'm just checking to see if he's here. I don't need a penetrating investigation. Tell me via email. The instructions that follow...... let me think for a second"
Viper hanging up the phone. This policy is also being decided.
(Is the dog owner right? Katherine Crystal, likely to fight Junko Yukioka)
Viper thinks as he searches the backstreet site.
Fu, remember Yoshiku's words, Grim Penis student demo pushes him to the Snow Oka Institute to see the topic repelled by radiation.
(Maybe Grim Penis was going to do this from the beginning?
Grimmpenis used the street dwellers to try to expose Junko to the surface stage, but failed. Then the next turn would be the sea chihuahua, which takes on the dirty work of the grim penis in one hand. It is also believed that, in anticipation of the possibility of doing so, it was also summoned to Sea Chihuahua.
(Nice direction to fight with Snow Oka, damn it. Ask Takada to put up a candoville)
That's what Viper thought, and communicated the policy in an e-mail.
Van Damme had gone out of his way to Euthanasia City that day.
To make contact with one of the particularly important organisations in which Van Damme asks for cooperation, and to meet immediately with the top of the other organisation to try to negotiate.
Drive to the designated location of the other organization. It's a beautiful ten-story building. When you drive into the basement, you stop right next to the elevator and the elevator door opens immediately as the car stops.
"You mean just in case to prevent raids? That's a bad idea."
To thorough consideration, Van Damme laughs unexpectedly. As a bodyguard, he accompanies Rod Crystal, an executive of Sea Chihuahua.
"Whatever you think, it doesn't look like I'm gonna make it."
"Um. Well, think of me as a distraction drive."
Van Damme laughs at Rod, who says it looks boring.
Rod and Van Damme are taken to the reception room in the building by the members of the organisation who welcomed them. So I saw the person I had already been waiting for, and we both frowned.
"I don't trust that mask."
Van Damme first speaks frigidly, without even saying hello, toward an elderly man in a suit, who hid his face in a bird mask.
"I guess I'm just uncomfortable with the fact that the building beam of a large organization sweeping the world is the opponent, and that I, the top executive, went straight out. By the way, in our organization, even top executives often put on masks and don't reveal themselves."
Nor did the man in the bird's mask greet him, and he looked up at Van Dam as he sat down and told him in a pale tone.
"Sounds like a unique organization inside. I'm not saying I'm dissatisfied when they say I'm not interested in seeing you at the top. I just appreciate you listening."
Van Damme sits in the seat across the street from his opponent and offers his hand. The man in the bird mask responded honestly and shook hands with Vandam.
"I'll say no for once, but I'm not underestimated. I can't let you see me even if I want you to. Our boss hasn't shown his face to the organization in years. Of course you'll find it if you look, but don't you think there's practically no point in pulling out a boss who's alienated from the organization?
"I see."
Van Damme nods convincingly to the words of the top giant organization, the President Pickled in formalin, even in the back streets.
"You got your hands on Junko Yukioka in a detour, and you seem to have burned him a lot. Then he turned his back on many who cooperated. Based on that, what are you talking to us about?
To the unhesitant way in which the bird masked man put it, Van Damme could not forbid a bitter laugh.
"I won't let it hurt your organization either. Should be good for business. Use it as a surprise for the event. If you succeed in that, your organization will drop drinking without Junko Yukioka hitting you."
After that, Van Damme got down to business.
Hearing what Van Damme was talking about, the man in the bird mask was clearly out of tune.
(Haven't you given up yet? And our role...)
The rod I was listening to in the back was also frightened, and Van Damme also nursed what they intended to use the vandalism group for.
Well, if I get busted, I won't be offended.
To Paul Warner, boss of Sea Chihuahua, Rod decides to tell his heart the sincerity of Van Dam. You shouldn't even tell Catherine. That would be something Van Dam and I don't want, and even talking about it just makes Warner rough.
"The evil of that giving up, you're frightened. No, I can't listen to you. That's why I'm just fine."
The bird-masked man who's finished listening leaks that feeling.
"Exactly. It's the boulder that instantly understands that logic."
Van Damme smiles.
"He says it with a gaze from above...... But we'll just have to see how it goes later, so that's an easy task. If you fail, you don't have to do anything, and if you succeed, you just sell the video."
"Photographers would appreciate it if you had them there too. Of course, I'll make it up to you, but you better make it up to me."
"That's natural because we use it for business as an event. Got it. I hope it works out."
Not a social dictionary, but quite seriously, the bird mask said.
Finished the errand, Van Damme leaves the reception room and heads to the basement of the building.
"It was a hell of a plan, but are you glad you let me hear it too?
Rod speaks to Van Damme.
"You wouldn't talk to Warner if I asked you to, would you? No, don't you have to ask?
"It's not that bad."
Rod spills a smile, although Van Dam's saying as if he had seen it all through, without feeling uncomfortable.
In the car, out of the President's building pickled in formalin, Van Dam's phone rings.
(Do you have a pulse?
Look at the name of the person you've been calling and pick up the phone in anticipation.
"Hallow. With the bad guy who gave up, will they still say it here?
"I read your message -. I also know about the incident in Euthanasia City. Totally Junko... I was wondering if he had grown up lately, and he did it. Pumping. I want to go to Butt Pencil."
The person on the phone - Sister's voice was mixed with a cute angry voice like a teacher scolding a child.
"That you called me directly, can you help me with my plan?
"I intend to." Only this time, I will follow your plan to punish Junko. It is only a short period of time, but we have called for each institution not to exert pressure - '
"Did you turn your hand at your place first? Thankful."
Van Dam laughs a lot.
"I don't think it's going to last long, so please keep your voice to those in power other than me. Good luck."
Sister hangs up when she speaks careless words of support.
(Do you want to talk to the people who are going to hold my butt? With Sister's prestige, you'll have to understand.)
Van Dam sends an email from one end to get in touch with those in power behind the table stage, and even acquaintances such as the exchangers and foundations beneath them.
The replies came back one after the other. In a quick reply and a brilliant clap return, Van Damme laughs.
(Is this the influence of one of Sister's... Fixers of Human History? The most powerful men to cross the ranks of the heads of state - all of whom I want to climb to that position.)
I've heard that it's impossible not to be an overlife first. We're talking about getting old and having a powerful paranormal ability that's somewhat unusual, so we can get to that area, but Van Damme doesn't want to be such a monster, etc. I believe that we should compete within that realm on how far we can go in a limited amount of life.
(Now I can move TV stations and newspapers as well. I'll have to call them again. Their persuasion may not go so smoothly, but it is essential. Necessary)
With that in mind, Van Damme calls a TV station person he knows.
"Is that you again?"
The person answering the phone openly answers with an unpleasant voice.
"I put on more than one back shield to reassure you. Send a list. I intend to increase it even more. We're not just going to convince the power behind us, but some of the politicians we've been pleading with."
As I say, I'll send you a list of back shields. I'm not a Sister. There's no way ordinary people would know about Sister's existence. These are the VIPs from all walks of life that Sister's rooted for me would have rooted for even more.
"Let me see if the butt-holding list is true."
The phone is hung up once.
After enough, a person from an earlier television station called me on the central highway from Euthanasia City to the metropolitan area.
'I could confirm that. What kind of magic did you use?
"I'm close to the people above them, the people above them."
I dare you to say it in a proud tone, Van Damme.
(But it was Junko Yukioka, who let her head shake vertically. It's ironic and stupid.)
I think so, Van Damme spills a smile.
"With you, you really want to get on with this story, don't you? We can put historical moments on video, right? You just have to make a fait accompli on live broadcast. Of course, my friends keep me safe. You won't lose your position. You know you're the bearers of that kind of power?
My friend on top of them is a fixer who rules a part of the world from behind - and Van Damme weighed himself in. Probably because this opponent is going to have a frigid odor as a story that is too unrealistic.
'Okay. Let's do it. You're right, we both want to put it on video. "
Trembling with joy and excitement, the TV station human responded.
(That went surprisingly smoothly. Is it because you were sick of press regulations? I feel like he was on board too)
I thought it would be harder to convince Van Damme in his predictions, but it wasn't.
(Well, although you're getting ready, you still have the most important hand. What is wrong with this......)
Conceiving Van Damme.
(How do you drag Junko Suzuoka out in front of me? That too... after making you respond to my request. If I can't do this, it won't all start)
The most important thing is the condition of shelving. While the stage was getting ready and it seemed that the offer to the starring actress was still there, Van Damme was lagging behind in his thoughts, enjoying the situation.