That's the sight Huang Qiang always sees.
Walk the back alley. A corpse rolling over there.
They all look familiar. These are the ones I killed.
Unless it's a brawl, I mostly remember who I killed. I can't forget. It's burning in my memory.
Whenever he passes by the side of the body, Huang Qiang is frightened. Can I just shut up and pass by the side of whoever killed me? That's how I feel. I don't even know why.
The interminable guilt creeps around. Those who kill do not move as soon as possible. I can't move. It can't be moving.
But they were only eyes, following Huang Qiang's movements.
Huang Qiang desperately keeps his eyes out of sight with them, but he has seen all the movements of their eyes. Every time you pass through the sides, only the eyes of the corpse move and send off Huang Qiang resentfully.
It captures such horror that it moves simultaneously from behind and kills itself. Afterwards, I imagine that I will be one of the corpses, and will continue to be forever held hostage by them in hell.
Stop and look back. The body doesn't move. Just look resentful. relief, but there is no substitute for the fact that they are staring at themselves.
As you walk straight down the back alley, a living human walks in front of you.
They pull out their guns simultaneously. Huang Qiang also pulls out his gun.
Endlessly recurring killings. When you are all on the side of getting yourself killed, you become strongly conscious.
"I don't like... I don't want to die"
As I kill, I weep, and the real thing leaks out of my mouth.
Bury the back alley with a new body and walk next to it again. Walk away, under the gaze of a corpse.
Endlessly recurring killings. One day when the end comes, I'll be ready. Believe me, the readiness to die will ease your fears. Believe me, it dilutes my consciousness of sin.
Wake up from your usual nightmares. After this nightmare, I am sweating gently on my neck muscles and wetting my pillows. I feel the worst, physically and mentally.
Go straight to the shower and bathe in some pretty hot water. I want to keep it a little hot so my soul doesn't get cold and hardened - I always take a hot shower after a nightmare based on that feeling.
It's been three and a half years since I dyed my hands on a job that kills people. Enough veteran space. The last three and a half years have been a really intense time.
Not only did they unilaterally take the lives of their opponents, but there was also an unlimited number of engagements. This is how we live now because we have won all that battle.
That's why I don't think I'm dying, etc. On the contrary, I remember in my heart all the time, without being able to live long, defeating after the battle and dying miserably. By thinking so, you prepare, dilute your fears, and come to the dead.
(People like me, they can't live long. I can't even grasp happiness. You have to be prepared for that.)
Squeeze the shower handle tightly, Huang Qiang thinks.
(Yes... at least at the end of the day, after the battle, I want to die satisfied, with no fear. I want to fight an enemy stronger than myself and die convinced. Finally, the time has come...)
That was Huang Qiang's destination, his whispering wish, and his constant consciousness. There was no other hope for Huang Qiang.
Currently, Huang Qiang is waiting at a place called Buddha City, a Japanese medicine.
I understand the situation in Pharmaceutical Buddha City. And the fact that the soul jelly to which he belongs is simultaneously in a state of engagement with countless organizations. Huang Qiang was also driven out several times to fight some of those organizations.
Several good killers belonging to the organization were driven out, and several of the killers I knew disappeared. They are all hand-worked, and their deaths show how fierce this war is. Huang Qiang cannot help but be aware that he is also likely to die in this battle.
Until a year ago, Huang Qiang was a freelance killer, but his arms and accomplishments were expected to make him one of the killers belonging to Soul Soul Jelly.
Honestly, it's a lot more fruitful than the free times, and the job is safer. There is often support for the execution of work. There is no resistance to the fact that it has become the gear of the tissue. Huang Qiang accepts that instead of being able to pick a job on his own at will, there was much more to gain.
However, you can't refuse to fight an enemy that you obviously can't.
Huang Qiang suspects that this war in the city of Pharmaceutical Buddha is about that. When I find out that many of my colleagues' killers have already lost their lives, I can't help but judge them so. I wonder if the top of the organization is at the wrong helm and fighting recklessly.
Huang Qiang had been summoned to a Chinese hotel in Pharmaceutical Buddha City.
The store is under the umbrella of Soul Jelly. Yet the basement serves as one of the bases of the organization. Soul Jelly has several such stores in Pharmaceutical Buddha City.
There were several Huang Qiang's discerning faces in the basement. Killers who belong to Soul Jelly. All are only those who stand up in arms. Of course, there are many faces I don't know.
"You've got more power in America."
A killer I know calls out to Huang Qiang. Soul jelly is an organization merged by Chinese mafia and American gangs, but these two forces do not often meet. It moves more independently. But in a big job like this one, it comes to an end as one organization.
"Chen Wei, Wang Bailong and Zhu Jun are dead. I hear all these people were killed by Vipers."
Yet another acquaintance approached me and said in an unchecked voice.
(I think this guy's got a dead minister out there, too)
Seeing the face of that acquaintance, Huang Qiang thinks. That may just be an assumption, but the threat in him, I do see. And it is Huang Qiang's theory that a man whose fear has become enlightened by others is more likely to die cowardly.
Vipers have always been hostile to the Mafia.
I don't know how to behave.
"I don't know. Nothing is obvious. His heart is Japanese. I don't like the way the Mafia is invading Japan."
"He's also an immigrant, but he couldn't be jerked off by the Japanese...? I don't know."
"What's going on with Makoto Aizawa coming into the war? Did you do something to touch Junko Yukioka's scales?
"Hit the pile that leaves, but it's Japanese nature. And it is also a unitarian country that chains. As a result of simultaneous hostility to multiple backstreet organizations in Pharmaceutical Buddha City, it is possible that either of those organizations and Junko Yukioka were sincere."
The killers chat in a mess. Huang Qiang knows that they talk a lot unexpectedly. I have not seen Huang Qiang much other than myself, such as a killer who is usually lonely, wants to distract his fears, or for many reasons, but is silent, cool and nihil with the image of a killer.
Huang Qiang is silent, but he doesn't hate conversations either. But I rarely speak to others from myself. Because I'm not good at shaking constructive topics.
There are only killers and informants in the same industry, such as people I know. Someone who has gotten along and is likely not to be dead tomorrow - and when you become aware of that, you don't even feel like moving on and making friends.
While the killers are talking, the basement door opens and the executives in charge of managing the killers appear. With a surprising figure.
(One of the bosses... Hu Wei went straight to this place?
I saw a small old man dressed in a ruffled outfit that looked highly maneuverable: Skajan, T-shirt and cargo pants, and Huang Qiang and a few other killers of Chinese power in the organization were surprised. It's not something you can think of, such as the boss showing up immediately before the killer style.
"I used to be just a killer too"
Looking over at the active killers, Hu Wei, the Soul Jelly Chinese side leader, smiles invincibly.
He's a little man, 150 centimeters tall or not. Besides, out of that outfit, there's no majesty or flattery. He only looks like a normal old man in the whole city. But just seeing that grin, Huang Qiang feels something thin and cold on his back.
"Whether you're a killer or a survivor, if you're willing to, you can get up to this point. But... there's nothing a dead guy can do. I heard many of our killers have been killed. As much as it's lamentable. Why did he die? Why didn't you survive? I've never told you to die, and I don't remember ever allowing you to die."
What the hell kind of speech is that, Huang Qiang? Besides, I don't feel like the thought of Hu Wei, who hasn't finished speaking, doesn't fit openly with me.
"Leader, I'll give you direct orders, so get it done. Don't die. Survive. Run if you're in danger. If I live, I can contribute to the organization again. I will never forgive you for dying."
(Have you grabbed those closest to the dead and told them not to die...)
As I had a hunch, the words Hu Wei uttered were an unwanted substitute for Hu Wei.
But convincing. It's my first ear that this little old man is a former killer, but I can tell he's not lying. I don't think you'd lie like that in the first place.
"The 'Nudist School' guys are coming too. Reinforcements. Plus, we hire guys with arms from the outside. And a freelance killer on the back streets of Japan. Don't wake me up."
Nudist School is the predecessor organization of Soul Spirit Jelly America Momentum. Formerly America's most powerful gang, Lost his place in the United States after losing his protest against the emerging force, "Battlefield Tea Time," the fallen warrior greetings and joins Soul Jelly.
There are some reasons why the two do not interact, but so far, there is no talk of a relationship between the American power and the Chinese power.
After that, Hu Wei walks away and is assigned his own responsibilities from the executive. to each cell phone, conveyed in a message.
"Look, I'm in the middle of a war. I'm in charge of bitter mourning."
"Yabe, I hit it with a viper. Sweet as the boss says, it's a priority to survive."
"Who's Huang Qiang?"
Asked, Huang Qiang silently inverts the display.
"Makoto Aizawa? Isn't that better than a viper?
"Maybe..."
Huang Qiang responds carelessly to the words of a colleague. You don't know until you actually see them, such as how strong they are. Huang Qiang wondered if it could be inferred, such as whether it was better or not at the moment.