That morning, Yoshiku was forced to take Terence to the hospital to examine and treat yesterday's injuries, and in the afternoon he was conducting various checks for tomorrow's public debate.
Terrence, who had a broken rib, insisted that he would continue his escort as it was because there was no obstacle to his movement, and he is still at his place of duty today.
By way of example announcement, the public is more excited than imagined. It's been covered all over the topic on TV, online and in newspapers, and it's gaining more attention.
"Hmm..."
As that setup man, Shizuku, who should otherwise be happy, is looking at the display with a face that doesn't float. Even though there are a lot of things to check out, it doesn't progress either.
"What Mr. Van Damme told you, do you care? Are you lost, dissatisfied, or dissatisfied with being a backstreet journalist?
Terrence speaks out, discerning why Shizuku is less tense.
"I'm not dissatisfied. But I wonder if I'm lost. I once hated the back street, and I'm pretty sure I still have doubts about the existence of the back street. I feel like I'm shaking because of it. I'm sorry to hear that."
A long time to exhale your mood with a glimpse of laughter.
"From my eyes, Yoshiku, your work looks like a great match right now, yo. It's worth living for, isn't it?
"Is it worth living... Um, you're definitely not glaring."
"I want something to hang on to, too, and I've been looking for it."
Terrence laughs lightly, just like Shizuku.
"You said you liked train trips."
"That's just a hobby. It's not, it feels like a mission to me, and I want to be able to stick my chest out and immerse myself in a job. If you can't find that, you're going to be in Sea Chihuahua forever, or if you suck, you're going to be back on the battlefield. Dream of going back to the battlefield, I often see it, sir. While I don't think I want to go back, I also want to go back to the other battlefield, sir. I've been on the battlefield ever since I was little, sir."
"Well... it's complicated."
Even though I definitely grew up in a harsher environment than myself, it was strange in the long run for Terence to be such a bearer of humanity that just being on the spot would calm this one down.
"Being in the back street while not denying the back street... is not unnatural otherwise... yo"
Seeing Terrence speaking suddenly in a tenuous tone of hesitation for some reason, Yoshiku looks suspiciously.
"I used to go into the sea chihuahua because of something. It was like just a caution stick at first, sir. But when I saw this organization's terrible terrorist activities, I immediately stopped wanting to get involved."
After all... Whilst Yoshiku is convinced, then I don't know more and more why he's in that terrorist organization and even works for the boss.
"But I also wondered if I could run away with that. I wondered if I could get involved with such a terrible organization once, lend a hand, and then pretend not to see it because I don't like it and run away. I felt like I couldn't crush the organization on my own for as much as I could, so I figured I'd build strength in this organization and take it over sooner or later. Fortunately, there were some people within the Sea Chihuahua who didn't like the way the Sea Chihuahua is today, so we worked with them to build strength and broaden our connections within the organization. They called in decent people from outside to ask for opportunities to purify the organization."
I finally understood why a man like Terrence was in Chihuahua.
"So, you finally left the organization behind?"
I know the information that the boss of Sea Chihuahua became a man named Terrence Moore long before I met him. It's a recent story. Speaking of which, since then, I have not heard about the fact that Sea Chihuahuas committed terrorism.
"Precisely my predecessor boss was killed, sir. I won't let you imitate that when I become the boss, I'll kill you with terror. Mr. Van Damme and I talked a lot about it, sir. I solidified it with executives who would agree with me, and I asked anyone who disagreed to leave, yo."
"I see... is there such a way to fight"
I smile with admiration, and Shizuku is relieved.
"Right. While I'm in the back street too, I'm dissatisfied and doubtful about the back street. But that's not inconsistent. In that environment, all you have to do is apprentice Terence and fight."
"Yes, sir. Apprentice me."
Terrence laughs with a lot of tea.
"Something I've been holding onto for a long time. I feel refreshed. Is this what scales are from the eyes? Thanks, Terrence."
Terrence's smile draws me to the forefront of winking with plenty of gratitude.
"Hmm? Did I say something funny?
"Yes, no... nothing..."
Suspicious for a long time, Terrence openly distracts and deludes.
"No, tell me. You care."
"No, never mind, Na"
With his pulled face on, Terrence shook his head beside him, probably.
Alberto J. Orchin managed to accomplish a successful mission, although it was a daunting task with limited time within a short time frame.
His work was almost perfect. Among the opposing organizations in the city of Pharmaceutical Buddha, he chose the largest and most prone to fire, giving money to organizations on both sides, forcing them, listening to demas, and stirring them up to create a conflicting structure.
Moreover, it is a designated task until the time when organizations collide with each other. Tomorrow's discussion between Mika Luna and Sarah Demon takes place in a crowded place, and we have to make it a huge protest involving a large number of citizens.
Being good within a short period of time, there is no doubt that Orchin, who tricked both organizations into guiding them up to the time and place where the conflict would occur, is extremely good as an operative.
Only one thing, though there was a fatal fall, it's also hard to say it's Orchin's fault. It's Sarah's fault for hiring someone who's also an embassy employee, no matter how good she is.
O'Myrape, the world's highest intelligence organization, had been checking out who Sarah could move. U.S. military personnel and operatives staying in Japan, all of them. Or if Sarah had made contact with a complete outsider, Sarah's movements might not have been understood, regardless of the success or failure of the outbreak of the conflict.
Upon completion of his assignment, Autin returned to the Embassy staff quarters Temple Townhouse, where he intended to wait in his room.
"It's an interesting building. Is it a kind of art?"
Even though it was strictly locked, there was an intruder indoors, so Autin tries to report it suddenly. All you have to do is push the button on the emergency signal set up on your phone.
But Autin couldn't push. The intruder took a look at Autin's movements, pulled out his gun at an unstoppable speed in his eyes and shot him off Autin's elbow.
"If I kill you all of a sudden, my hands might be stiff and I might push something in that pocket."
With an invincible grin, Limei Fuguchi tells Autin to keep his gun pointed at him. I do have my hand out of my pocket with a detachment that was shot. Orchin regrets his own failure.
Without waiting for Autin's further reaction, without speaking up, Li Mei shoots him through the head.
"Well, if you leave it like this, it won't taste good. We need to be careful with the blood trail."
Li Mei makes the call as she looks down at the fallen autin. According to the order details of the request, the body must also be moved elsewhere.
When Li Mei opened the window and sent a signal outside, a hook with a rope was ejected from the tree that grew nearby, through right next to Li Mei and shot indoors.
The rope, which extends from the tree outside to the room, is made up of a transparent camouflage, so you can't tell without staring so closely at it.
(So this rope carries the body outside. The boulder is the Great King of Terror Sponsorship, an end-of-life specialist end-of-life organization. I wonder if you'd be comfortable letting these guys handle it)
When Li Mei giggles, Mika texts me on her phone.
The e-mail said that the Great King of Terror patron would come to this room at the end of the day, but even if there was no contact, it was Li Mei who had spotted the organization coming.
"I heard Terrence and his escort were raided yesterday."
It was on that topic that Catherine, who showed up at the Grimm Penis Japan Branch building at noon, showed her face in front of Van Dam and first spoke.
"I put Terence on so Takada wouldn't get raided. The boss of Sea Chihuahua, the lower tissue of the grim penis, is guarding it directly. That's all I stepped on as a restraint to my stupid allies, but it didn't even make sense, it seemed like a bottomless fool"
Put your hands on the desk and put your face on, Van Damme talking with a shuddered face.
"No, I'm not. It was that Umeko Uenohara who engaged Terrence. I assumed Yoshiku Takada was behind this, and I stood up to protect my grandson."
"Mm? I knew you were Umeko Uenohara, but you're not the assassin that Luciferin Dust commissioned?
Hearing Catherine's words, Van Damme will look unexpected.
"I also called him over here to confirm. It's just a mistake."
"It's a mystery how I got to that idea, but you were definitely over a hundred years old. Annoying old lady."
Van Dam spills a smile by accident.
"A hundred and fifteen. Terrence said he struggled a lot, so even at the age of one hundred and fifteen, he should have a much better body than a normal person. What about the head..."
"If you weren't out of your mind, you wouldn't be coming up with the idea of going after Mr. Takada"
"Sure. But he said he'd solved the misunderstanding, and it was like a comedy. Terrence was devastated by Avara's breakage. Tomorrow, by the way..."
Until then, it was in bickering mode, but Catherine tightens her expression.
"I, Mika Tsukinawa and Yoshiku Takada, are likely to be raided again by tomorrow,"
"Do you mean to crush the discussion itself? Sure, both have been raided once, but isn't that impossible in the present situation?
"It's best if you don't fight and your enemies disappear, right? It's natural, isn't it?
"Can we just keep this up and keep the world quiet? Isn't that counterproductive?
Van Damme was skeptical of Catherine's fears. Things were completely different a few days ago and now.
"Now it's a situation where the pen says things more than the clarity and the sword. To be so, Mr. Takada created the stage. Will they be foolish enough to turn it back?
When I suspected Umeko Uenohara was an assassin of Luciferin Dust or the American Embassy, I was frightened that it was exactly that stupid, but Van Dam was relieved to know it wasn't.
"For once... shall I stab them with a nail? I don't know what to do."
"That's better. Still, I might be a fool."
Van Damme remembers his interactions.
(If there's nothing wrong with your head...? At the time you let go of the assassin to me, you can't expect it)
Spilling a derogatory mixed grin, Van Damme called Kofu and told him about the matter extremely terminally and clerically.