Aizawa Iron Man had an attachment to the drug Buddha City, where he was born and raised. Surrounded by the sea in three directions, it is a port town full of hills, but I thought it was good land.
At one point, however, immigrants influxed along the coast of Tokyo Bay on the Kanagawa, and with immigrants, mafias from all over the country, no longer good land.
The government drove immigrants south while security in large cities such as Yokohama and Kawasaki was thoroughly strengthened. Then he created a huge dark city called Medicine Buddha City, deliberately designed to be an easy and insecure city for the rogues.
By this time, the Mafia was not the only city of Pharmaceutical Buddha, the Yakuza and Mafia protests were flying all over Japan, and although the Pharmaceutical Buddha City was not, as it is today, a breakwater to the invasion of the Mafia, it is no different, nevertheless, that Pharmaceutical Buddha City was the home of the national mafias in Japan. And that it was a fierce battlefield.
What is more, the same goes for the major cities in each province, where police control was stepped up and cities were deliberately prepared as scapegoats, like the drug Buddha.
Aizawa Iron Man, who was only a low-end muscle player, but in a fight between the group and the mafia, the talent for violence blossomed. The appearance of a thousand rampant rides on his mafia opponents inspired his allies, frightened his enemies and thanked the inhabitants for being worshipped like patron saints.
Aizawa Iron Man kept fighting. Being a maniacal bloodthirsty man, he has fought to protect the weak, unable to fight on his own. I intend to defend myself, and I have fought. I've fought because I can't shut up and watch them take away and get killed.
I also genuinely believed in the concept of Nintendo and others. I couldn't afford to float when I was given the opportunity to practice it, but by continuing to fight, I believed and had no doubt that I was showing it.
But what I waited for the Aizawa Iron Man, who kept fighting, was an ugly, distorted fate and reality that I can't even imagine, I don't want to admit.
No matter how hard one Aizawa Iron Man tries, the number of enemies is not reduced. It boils from next to next. The number of those who become unhappy is not reduced either. be fed from next to next.
The police, who are supposed to protect the citizens, do not protect the citizens and do not fight the Mafia. On the contrary, they make themselves enemies of fighting the mafia instead of the police.
Exchangers and the press are familiar. The people are also knowledgeable. We see no justice but ourselves.
No, what is the beginning of this battle in the first place? Why is the world so ugly?
Where was the vicious police force created, which is useless and on the contrary just gets in the way and even creates a situation that drives us to death? Made by who? By whom are you feeding me?
There are people who are bleeding themselves, but they don't try to bleed at all, but what about them?
No one helped us when we were in a situation where we were protecting ourselves. At least Aizawa Iron Man's family was left to die.
After losing everything, Aizawa Iron Man realized it. He said it was actually the weak people like no other who are coloring the world ugly.
If the weak had more strength, wisdom and courage, they would not let the wicked be judged. They don't even make it food. Weak people in a democratic society who are tricked into putting their votes in by greedy politicians. Weak people who don't fight for their lives, whether they are tyrannical or lazy in public service, just complaining. They are like livestock who look like people.
I kept fighting for those people, and my family's life was lost for them. Even though I intend to protect myself, myself and my own family, no one protected me. On the contrary, the Aizawa Iron Man even received that he had helped to kill him.
From there, I left it to anger and hatred, and turned myself to the side of feeding the weak. Crushing the conscience in me wasn't even such a difficult act. Once you step through it, you don't feel anything anymore. On the contrary, the previous recoil required more food.
The mafia I was fighting for also fed. Softening the number 2 of the tissue, replacing it with plastic surgery after killing the enemy boss Hu Wei, and taking over the tissue, he becomes fond of commerce that feeds people, such as trafficking in human beings, organ removal trafficking, prostitution, snap video sales, etc.
Murder has become an entertainment for itself. Especially when I became obsessed with killing and playing with women and children. When I killed him, I always thought of my wife and son who had been killed.
He needed more sacrifice and pity. He was unconsciously offering. I didn't know anything about the old days, I pitied myself for being pure, sacrificing myself. I went on to offer my sacrifice to my wife who dated me like that but died because of it, to the child who was born to me like that but died because of it.
Aizawa Iron Man - Hu Wei - who has been feeding people for decades, resenting his country and cursing the weak.
It happened one day. Before Hu Wei, a man named his son appeared.
The child of his parted ex-wife had become a police officer, the most abominable being in the world.
Then I found out everything about myself, and then I begged him to quit the mafia. If you don't quit, you've torn everything apart, and you've told me you'll fight thoroughly as an enemy.
Son - Hao Aizawa, like a living copy of his old self, was pure, righteous, and a fool. Contempt and anger spread through Hu Wei.
On the other hand, the fact that my ex-wife still named herself after her breakup, and that she died untrained against herself, only stuck Hu Wei's heart a little, tickled.
Hu Wei decided to make his son look like an accident and kill him after he said he wanted him to think in front of his son and back off.
He was stuck in a car and didn't die, but plants were humanized, so he decided to liquidate the past.
After that, Hu Wei lived the same days without changing anything. Time passed, continuing to sacrifice. Hu Wei, too, was completely old when he realized it.
It happened one day. Before Hu Wei, now a man named his grandson appeared.
True and Viper get out of the car near the Soul Jelly Home Building. Special forces are building barricades in vehicles, so you can't drive in any further.
"Aizawa Makoto and Viper, but have you heard anything from Ashiya Kurodo? I want to go inside."
When you speak to a SAT crew member whose truths were nearby, take out the radio and confirm.
From between the sealed vehicles, the SAT captain shows up and makes a call.
Inspector Ashiya seems to be standing by on the roof of the building.
"SAT hasn't gotten into it yet?
Talk to Captain SAT with Viper on his side.
"No, it's where I came in and out once. There were reports of bombs planted inside the building."
The captain answers.
"So, what about the guys at the Pharmaceutical Buddha Police Department?
"I went ahead and wiped it out..."
Further asked by Viper, Captain SAT answered with a sinking face.
"Ha ha, that's good"
"You...!
Captain SAT changes his complexion when he sees Viper laughing softly.
"What is it? Have they ever protected the citizens of the drug Buddha before? Ask the people who live here in Medicine Buddha. See if the sympathetic guy is fulfilling it!
The captain, stared at by a viper who stopped laughing, awesome and somewhat aware of the circumstances of the drug Buddha, pushes silence. Above all, Viper's anger was felt to be a straightforward anger, as one who lived in the medicine Buddha.
"There are still mafias in the building, aren't there? I don't think we're gonna kill every ally, and the bombs are bluffs, right?
Truth speaks the question.
"Some of us see it that way. But we have to follow Ashiya's orders."
The captain said bitterly.
"I wonder if it's in the form of a meal made for us by both our enemies and allies..."
Regardless, Hu Wei truly appreciates honestly in his heart that Kurodo has distracted him.
"I don't know if your grandfather was hunted down by Ashiya and summoned you with a bitter meat plan."
"Maybe that's possible."
True to return ambiguous answers to Viper's words, but somehow I felt different with intuition. I guess I didn't take such a means with my own cuteness, but the desire to settle the cause.
(I've only seen you once, but it's strange to know that)
With that in mind, the truth is I walk out towards the building. Vipers catch up with it too, shoulder to shoulder and head to the building.
A decobo combo with a height difference of more than 40 cm dropped him off into the building, and the captain reported radio to Kurodo.