(i) From yesterday's gathering meeting of all the homicide clubs, that group of five homicide club members, who created an impromptu group, rented a room in the same hotel and stayed for all five, and when they were out, all five of them were solidified and acting.
Even if the five of us are consolidated, it should be noted that they were raided once yesterday. The opponent is a pair of six. But the fact that improvised teamwork was good allowed me to repel my enemies without taking a single victim.
Only one outsider stood in front of five confident murder club members.
Even if he is alone, he is a macho giant who is over two metres tall and has plenty of horizontal width. And its appearance is not half as intimidating as it is a substitute for warring soldiers. Even from the fact that he appeared before the five dignified on his own, he could hear that he was quite confident in his arms.
"It's Ondrei Masalik. Your people are already dying near the dozen. If you guys add in, you're way over the dozen."
Ondrei tells you that it is a masterful Japanese language. To the point that I don't think that's haphazard, the whole body of Ondrei is relegated to intense killing.
One of the five attacked silently. Something like a beam is released from his eyes, hitting Ondrei directly.
It makes no difference to Ondrei. Whoever bathed his beam should have been the effect of the meat rotting from the place where it was bathed.
"Not enough. I'm not in the mood."
Turning to the surprise five, Ondrey says away.
Make sure the other members eject countless glowing things from their feet and slide the ground to Ondrei.
Those were just coins. Hundred yen balls, fifty yen balls, one yen balls, and all types of coins unfold at the foot around Ondrey, drawing a geometric pattern.
"That took. Once we're in this formation, we're done..."
Those in the formation made of coins were the art of being debilitated after sealing their movements, but Ondrei moves flat and kicks the coins away.
"That's why he says he's got enough temper"
Ondrey slowly moves toward the five.
"Duh, what's going on? I can't believe my abilities don't work."
"Mood."
In response to the coin language, Ondrei stopped and said.
"I used to stay in Japan for a long time. So I was tapped into the concept of this temper. If you destroy your mind, the fire will be cool again. I became an apprentice to a certain sorcerer and was able to learn and train in witchcraft and paranormal Iloha to blow everything in the mood. Any paranormal ability to intertwine and frame an opponent because it is a rule of law and a condition alongside the law blows away with a single temper. Jump. Beat him up."
Until now, more than ever, Ondrei has been asked to kill those who possess supernatural powers, challenging and punishing them directly from the front. And the street name is Paranormal Killer.
"Oh, that's so stupid...... this is a real monster"
"I guess the ability of the shark system also means helplessness before simple resistance. In the meantime, I'll run away."
"Run for it."
Five people run off in a chisel.
"Those cowards who stay on track when they are superior and run away as soon as they feel a little dangerous are the most angry"
Ondrey runs out. As I quickly caught up with one of the runaways and grabbed the root from behind, I broke through the muscles of my neck with only one hand's grip, gripping and crushing the bones.
"Hey, do you know where the other runaways are? Let me know if you know."
While chasing the other visible, Ondrey speaks toward a fingertip phone worn on her ear.
Formalin-pickled presidential constituents provide information support to hired killers, including Ondrei. It's not just a matter of knowing the member's address and course of action, but it's also an immediate discovery of the walking murder club members with the support of the constituents released all over them.
Ondrey catches up with the other and eats Lariat from behind. The member rotates about two and a half times in the air before falling to a depression on the ground. Ondrei's big legs step on the back of his head and crush his skull.
(I wouldn't have noticed, but only one sneaked off the transmitter with a finger and left it stuck. Like you can run away and get cornered everywhere. It's the usual pattern)
Ondrey pinches the fingertip phone he was wearing on his ear, projects the display, and reflects the map to identify his opponent's location.
"It's late, it's late. We'll catch up soon. The prey I couldn't catch up with on my feet... I just wanted to say that there's not one, but there's none."
When he discovered the man who had been turned on the transmitter and raised his voice of joy, he laughed and ran through that member, eating elbows in his face at the same time as he chased them through, slaughtering them with one of those shots.
In the end, the other two got away with it, but honestly give up, as it's impossible to chase them any further.
"Yeah, I'm not around...... Whoa, did you get a good shot of that one now? Did you get to my move properly or not? No sign of the photographer in the first place. You don't make me feel any signs, you're a big photographer, you're not really shooting."
Aware that my murder landscape was being filmed, when I took confirmation on my phone, I returned the answer that it was being taken properly.
"Give me the next directive. I'm gonna keep going."
'It's becoming difficult to identify where we are. More and more people are lurking away from home. Of course the informer checks out the numerous cameras set up in the city, but they don't catch on inside'
Until now, the formalin-pickled president had turned the killer around by specifying where he thought he would have murder club members, such as his home, his place of work and school. In the past day and a half, we've found quite a few members, and there's been an outbreak of engagement.
"Is there an unspecified number of people in this large city of euthanasia? There would be a more efficient way to lure them out. Use that."
"Duh, how do I..."
"We're going to take the target's family hostage and attract them. Why can't you just turn your head around?"
To Ondrei's demands, the constituents of the formalin-pickled president lost their word for a moment.
'I can't do that. Even now, the police are moving, and some of the assassins were killed by the police. If you specify a location, the police will gather, not just murder club members'
Because the President Pickled Hormaline has so many political and financial giants in his customers, it is an organization that can put pressure on the police to pass their own brutal and outrageous business, but it doesn't make sense either, leading up to the riots in the murder club. Murder clubs are also under the protection of power.
Instead, it was thought that state power rested with the homicide club. In that evidence, the police are only targeting and killing the killer hired by the formalin-pickled president.
"There's no way to smoke them out. Think that way."
That's what Ondrey said and hung up.
At the Snow Oka Institute, Junko was comparing the number of battles yesterday and today, and the results of the battle.
Much less today than yesterday, whether it's the number of fights or damage.
"Seems to have settled down a little."
Junko, on the other hand, had been in touch with the members of the murder club over the internet phone Kaswip.
"Our group was killed two people. Afraid to go outside '
"Already in pre-release only-mode. How long do I have to do this? '
"They seem to have access to the city's cameras. When I go downtown or something, I get checked out and I can turn over the killer on my side '
Members speak of anxiety and stupidity.
"I think the informers use it too, and even in that sense we should avoid places with a lot of people"
Junko palates.
(You-chan didn't think about it, but she was walking away without a problem)
This shrugged in my mouth.
"Summarizing the report, the Murder Club side is a lot better. But the problem is, we can't keep the position we're after forever. 'Cause you're gonna get in the way of action, and you're gonna brush your spirit down."
'Our group repelled about three. One of them was killed, though. I want to do something about it from here before there are more victims'
'Yes, I can't help running around. Even if you keep fighting their assassins, you can't help it. "
"Junko, you've already figured out how to converge on this matter, haven't you? They all seem anxious, and can you tell me that? Oh, I'm having fun. '
The last easygoing voice belonged to Ryujiro.
"You can keep it that way now. Don't move as much as you can."
Junko said.
"If you guys don't move, I feel stuck. As a formalin-pickled president, I won't be able to crush it. You're going to be looking for a settlement in some clear way. Yeah. That happens naturally. But that's not what we're looking for here, it's what we want."
'Are you going to let the enemy decide that? It would be advantageous for the enemy......'
It was sharp to speak of suspicion.
"No, no, no, no. There's a nuance that they'll regain their prestige, and they're selling fights to the murder club, so don't suggest a blatantly unfair way to settle it. That's what I'm talking about."
Junko said so and cut the cassipe unilaterally.
Ryujiro, Akiichi, Mitsuko, and Takuma were talking about their conversation after interacting with Junko and other murder club members in Ajito on Kaswip.
"Junko feels like he's underestimating a formalin-pickled president. There are dead people out here, but how about that attitude?"
I said it with a difficult face.
"It was a mouthful like I was worried about a member, but I didn't actually feel like I was even putting it on my teeth such as the member's life"
Neither did Akeichi feel very comfortable with Junko's remarks.
"From Junko's plan, it sounds like the members who died on the first day and today were the sacrifices they needed."
Koko spills a sarcastic smile.
"I guess I'm actually going to. I'll have to tell Yu and Kishifu about this later. I'm in a lot of trouble because only those two are acting differently"
Hands on glasses, sharp in irritation.
"I guess those two are home, huh? I hope you don't get your family involved."
"No matter how strong you are, whether or not you can protect yourself is a different story."
Takuma says, and Takuko agrees.
"I don't know if I can resist Mr. Tsuko sleeping with three men."
"I don't even think you guys are going to attack me, and I mean, I'm not uncomfortable because you care about me, but I rather think it's bad for me to care about you."
In response to Ryujiro's words, Kuriko said with a bitter smile.