I called the undersecretary of defense affairs, Zhu Tang Chun Road, from Van Dam.
"Now, does this make what you fear come true? Your warnings, and Snow Oka's warnings, ignoring them all, dragged her out onto the surface stage. Does she create the wrong number of bomb victims?
In an administrative tone, Van Damme asks, not particularly if it doesn't seem to tease him, or if it's a proud mouthpiece.
'I won't let you do that. She'll be free soon. I'll also regulate the press.'
"Yeah, yeah. I know you will. I also expected that to happen. If he stays in captivity and the press keeps making noise, Mr. Zhu Tang's fearful prophecy will come true. So you'll be desperate to get your ass stuffed. That's fine. But I did my original purpose right and beat Junko Yukioka. Is it not? It's a triumph."
To answer the question as expected, Van Damme has prepared a dialogue.
"Mr. Zhu Tang. In your previous phone call, you referred to Junko Yukioka's use of radioactive materials to chase away demonstrators, saying gentle warnings, etc., but in fact, many Fixers seemed to have quite a headache with their gentle warnings. I persevered in trying the same hand because I questioned many of your words. Because Junko Suzuoka's conduct is an act that should not be allowed to be refused, he wants me to be the back shield because sanctions should be granted and I am responsible for it. With all sincerity, I persuaded the Fixers. Here's the result."
'I heard you were a thorough rationalist, but you don't seem to be. He's like a kid who hates to lose. "
In a tone of no heart or familiarity, Zhu Tang said.
"No, I don't fight to lose. If I find out I can't win, I'll pull it off honestly. Because it's useless. But I stepped on it this time that I could win, so I tried my best. And in fact, I won."
'Congratulations - let's just say. It just seems like the first victory to me.'
When I get off the phone with Zhu Tang, I now call the President pickled in formalin.
"I'm sorry I messed you up."
"I heard the whole plan from the beginning, and I cooperated. There's nothing wrong with it, and it's not about apologizing. It's painful to let Junko blow a bubble."
To apologize Van Damme, the great executive of the formalin-pickled president speaks backwards of words, in a pale tone similar to the one he met.
"I will pay for all the damage I've done to you. If anything happens again, thank you."
"Oh, I'd be happy to work with you"
The phone hangs up. Van Damme, with a satisfied face, exhaled loudly, leaving his back deep in the chair to help him out.
"Japan has the idea of winning and tightening its helmet, but it's actually a little distracting and I want to be happy."
Looking up at the void and smiling with pleasure, Van Damme shrugged.
"He's pathetic. Van Damme framed me beautifully. Mad Scientist defilement. Die. '
When Viper got home to the club cat mansion, there was a milk that looked grumpy. It goes without saying why.
(Are you angry that your rival has been framed? Easy to understand)
A viper who sees such milk and laughs slightly.
"Van Damme's way of framing him, too, is it seco or meaningless?
A triumph just to show off. It just seems like we won our first tentative victory, but it doesn't seem like a viper.
'Right. As far as the press is concerned today. It will be regulated as soon as tomorrow. If you don't, Junko won't know what to do with a bee cut, and all sorts of people will sit back and build a war to keep Junko out of a bee with violence, and you'll want to avoid that happening -'
And Junko himself sees that, so he must have been caught by adults, Milk sees.
'But yet shame is shame, loss is loss, isn't it? We can't rely on Junko anymore, so we can lead him to them. "
Milk declares.
"How? It's a giant organization that strands the world."
"Think carefully from now on"
That's what Milk replied to Viper's question.
"Hmmm... I didn't know that Junko was going to eat a cup"
At the dog breeder's apartment, Yoshiku roars watching TV.
"It's just today that we're talking about the way the backstreet intellectuals see it. I think so, too."
Without watching TV, the dog keeper says, while browsing the internet in the backstreet relationship.
"Just today?
"For what it's worth, television and newspapers are strong media in this country. Because television is the biggest medium to know what's going on in the world, the people will be danced to it if the TV makes a scene, but if the TV shuts up, the interest of the people will go apart. You're a former newspaper reporter, and you don't even know that?
"No, that's why it's only today. Such an awesome big incident has come to light. You're gonna make a scene for a while, and you're gonna stay in history, right?
"It's not reported in any way tomorrow, and it won't be on any official records. It may be covered as a topic on the internet, but that's all. Awesome topic on TV for just one day. Later, if not mentioned at all, the interest of the people moves quickly apart"
That much was explained to me, and I found out what Yoshiku was about.
(You mean there will be pressure tomorrow...)
Reminds me of my time as a reporter and a long time in an abominable mood.
"Why did you only report today when you could put pressure on it right away? And Junko is under arrest."
"I guess Van Damme persuaded the erotic people around on the condition of a one-day victory. It was more convenient for the horny people. So, Junko himself must be able to spot it, so he got caught a lot of people. I gave Van Damme a Haribote victory. A farce. But still, Van Damme's win is a win."
"Hmmm...... is that what they say online?
"No, my imagination. But I think it's probably a hit, and there's a similar inference going on online."
He was a dog breeder who smiled at him for saying so, but Shizuku has yet to be interpreted.
"Hmmm... what's the point in winning such a day... Besides, the horny people and Junko can spot it and match it. What's in it for the horny people?"
"Van Damme, it's just like being mean? Or maybe some future fabric stones. From the horny people, isn't that the nuance of sanctions and warnings for Junko?
"Hmmm......"
I was somewhat convinced of the erotic people and their motives, but when it came to Van Dam's intentions and fabric stones, I didn't know much about it.
"So, Mr. Rod knew all this was going to happen?
At night, in the dining room of the Japanese branch building of Grim Penis, Kiyojiro was having a conversation as he picked up a meal about the same table as Rod. Catherine and all the other student members.
"At Van Damme's escort, I heard everything when I went to meet with the chief executive of the formalin-pickled president. Our loss was also woven into Van Damme's plan. Doing so will make the meeting with Yukioka less suspicious. It's a performance to create the idea that a hunted Van Damme will end up single-handed and coming to a deal"
"So some of the guys died..."
Listening to Rod, Kiyojiro stops eating hands. I was shocked that our battle was simply a part of the battle.
"That's how Van Damme does it. If you're dissatisfied, you should cut off the grim penis. He doesn't even think about you guys."
Rod tells depressing Kiyojiro in a pale tone.
"Besides. Once you are in the battle, all your life and death are your own fault. In some cases, they can force unreasonable battles. But you have to accept it all, too. We need strength to survive."
Rod's words, spoken in English, reach several ears who understand English and fall into a dark mood. One interpreted and members who did not understand English also darkened their expressions.
"What if you guys don't come to Sea Chihuahua? It's like a lower grim penis organization, but it doesn't mean everything is Grim Penis, and the new boss is a good guy."
Catherine, who loaded the table with about four servings of food, has made an unexpected solicitation. No. Seven servings, to be exact, is a meal serving three, and there are currently four servings left.
"I'll follow you, Mr. Catherine."
It was Seita who gave him the first name.
"What!? No way... I can't believe you named me..."
Katherine blushes her puffy cheeks in surprise.
"If I'm going to be one of Mr. Catherine's men too, fine. I can trust you."
"Yeah, me too. You have guidance as someone who stands on top. But not without sweetness."
Kiyojiro and Peaches also agree. From there, a noxiously concurring call.
"Rod......"
After all the solicitation to Sea Chihuahua had been completed, Catherine looked at Rod as she sparkled her eyes.
"Harlem done!
Catherine giving a shout out of the synagogue.
"You're the reverse har. And then there's a couple of women mixed up."
"Never a problem (no problemo)!"
"Right..."
Of the hammers, which seemed irrelevant, Rod pounded the beer.