"Looks like you've never seen it before,"
An old bearded taxi driver, mixed with white hair, laughed small when he saw Zuo and Mina, who were stunned.
Large space hall. There are several buses parked there, but when I saw what was behind it, the Zuo 'ers were surprised.
Tank. Jeep with mini gun. A number of containers. Some of those containers look familiar. Because it is a container packed with firearms such as machine guns and assault rifles and grenades, once sold by a bamboo break run by Zuo. It is also marked with a breaking bamboo break.
(I did get bought out by the hub once... I mean, is that what you mean)
In order to be a backstreet administrator, we need force commensurate with it. While regulating firearms other than pistols, residents of the back streets are well equipped and prepared.
"But is this something I can show you?"
Poona speaks the question.
"If they're residents of the same back street, there's nothing wrong with finding out."
And Zuo understood. A good number of residents of the back streets probably know that the hub possesses firearms classes in the building. But they have never been rumored. Whether they are all holding their mouths voluntarily.
"He says he can't stand a door in a man's mouth, but his mouth says it's the source of disaster"
Zuo shrugs.
"You're right. I don't feel comfortable talking about this kind of story, either, because it would be a drunken detachment. How scarier to find out where and who rumored"
Taxi drivers smile and agree.
"Well done, I'm here! Step into the darkness and be good.
Suddenly a wild, fat shout sounds.
"What... now?
"Didn't you bite funny? That's right."
Coming dreams and pity face to face.
"You have come to our thirteenth staircase of joy, which is the center of the center, in order to prove your loyalty and discipline, even as you surrender yourselves to the back family business! That's good!
A middle-aged man, tall and in disappointing shape on the side, standing in front of the cab, keeps his arms along his waist and looking at the cab, screaming his bizarre mouth.
"Don't you have to come down?
"This is the rule until we have permission."
Taxi drivers answer questions. I'm talking about sending a bunch of people here.
"Come on! Get down and show me that face!
Permission granted, so the door opens and the three of us go outside the car.
"You look good! Each one sees readiness! Pass first!"
When a man screams, he projects the display in front of him and flies it to the Zo in the lead.
(What the hell, this nori...)
A holographic display that flies back to me, even though it's frightening. The details of the central partnership with the thirteenth staircase of euphoria were detailed.
Though the contents were checked in advance and known, Zao will confirm them again just in case. Because what is not stated in the prior information may also be written.
"If you confirm and accept, please fill in your name and password and check the final confirmation field!
It's hard to predict that some time has passed, and a man screams.
Once completed, the display will disappear.
(I don't think I need to go out of my way... formal etiquette)
Simply having them scream and sign unilaterally was a collection that had no sense of etiquette or flattery, but I decided not to think deeply about it.
"Though there was originally a representative of the thirteenth staircase of pleasure, where Kiriko Toyota would go! Poison field was busy, so I was allowed to represent him!
I guess that's what Zo thinks. Somehow he is the top executive of the thirteen hub and also the mayor of this city of euthanasia. There's no way I can make a cheeky face for partnering with an organization on the back street.
"Then I pray for your progress! I'm inspired!
"Why are you screaming all the time?
He asks me to come and dream, and a man comes and dreams.
"You want to know!?
"Yeah."
The man laughed when he was interrogated and nodded.
"Because I'm a fan of Mika Tsukinawa! I'm Respecting!
A man who answers proudly. Zuo spills a bitter laugh when he hears it. Mika hates being imitated, but she doesn't.
"Don't feel like you've wasted your time. From the thirteenth staircase side of pleasure, that might be important."
Leaving the central facility, the zoo blurs in the running taxi.
"Why don't you come to work for the first time soon to get your crushed time back?
Saying so, Mina flies the display from the back seat towards the passenger seat.
"I've revamped yesterday's candidacy and put forward a new candidate. Not many, but hey."
There are about three new job candidates lined up on the screen that arrived good in front of Zao's face.
"This is all a substitute for the Don Pachi premise again."
"That's fine. Regardless of the confident, freelance end-of-life shop on your arm, many end-of-life organizations want to do their job avoiding combat as much as possible. It would be an appeal for a few elite starter organizations to launch new ones and take on Don Patchi as well.
"I don't know about your combat skills... Well, Junko recommended the mouse, so you can believe it, right?
"I'm confident, but what about my dreams?
"Good luck"
A coming dream claiming less words.
"Is it okay to hurt people, too?
Be aware of your coming dreams and confirm further.
"Fine. Fun"
The anxiety of Zuo, on the contrary, increased to the dream of answering with a happy grin spilled.
"There's a nuance to seeing our power in the first place, so we have to work on the battle premise."
Sauna also admits that what she says is best. If you take the request from Junko for real, you can view it as something of a warm-up for that matter.
"Do you want this? The time is specified... Tomorrow, but it also says that you want to meet the day before. It's a sudden story."
The request Zuo decided to make was the escort of an illegal drug organization called 'Uber of Four Leaves'.
Junko had long lost interest in the person.
I'm not even checking out all of the mice that are countless, but completely losing interest is either making a less interesting substitute, or else becoming a 'rat'.
Lack of dominance, difficulty in understanding the concept of loyalty, and from the pure child who doesn't like them, people who worship or are loyal to themselves find themselves very annoying.
I don't want to be charismatic, and just part of the play in the nettle is enough to get me thieved. I don't even think as much as dew that I actually want to be thistled in real life, etc. I am a pure child who doesn't really make me uncomfortable, but only on this matter is a different story. Make Junko's heart squeal without interruption.
It doesn't matter if you have a degree of respect or favor. But in the form of worship and loyalty, those who pour their hearts out to others, and the likeness itself, find it very disgusting.
Junko analyzes himself as a chunk of me and an intense individualist, but possibly as a result. For this reason, as' rats', those who are attracted to and worship themselves by the pure child, who occasionally appear in the mouse, tried to leave them as far as possible.
He was distinguished as one of the rats, but in which he was relatively better, he had a high fighting power, and yet the character was interesting, which made him a carriage applied to Junko as a special case this time. If you say so, it is to undo the rat and return to the mouse.
"I have business to attend to, so I was wondering if it would be time for you to rendezvous with Zao and the others."
Junko calling that former rat.
He was a freelance starter and because of the work he was in, he couldn't move right away.
'Woohoo... just where the angel was whispering. We'll be on our way tomorrow.'
In a conceited tone, the person on the phone accepted.