Apart from meeting Eko's Tsutsuji, there will be no such harvest, and Junko and Lei will follow the Ajito of the Private Oilfield Store Power Spirit Mass Production Planning Team.
There was a message from Haya Biton, executive and executive captain of the private oil field store.
The content of the message is probably conveyed to Kouko and other facets as well. It was written that his boss was in crisis and that he was eating the call by himself at the Japanese branch of the private oil tanya in Roppongi.
It's probably an ambush, trying to lure bittons into killing them, but you can't leave your boss alone even if you know it. Even if it is a large number of people, it could be exhausted. Somehow they do it in a way that bombs every ally. Biton was honestly asking for help, wondering if there was any good wisdom.
Junko calls Biton.
"I have a good idea. This is more of an opportunity. Still, I think Mr. Bitton could be a lifesaver."
"If you have a name, let me know."
Biton's voice across the phone was calm itself. Only a warrior of war, his liver sits still.
'No... does that really work... there's such a convenient story as a comic book...'
But when Junko tells him of the measures he came up with, the sound of anxiety appears as true in his voice.
"Maybe it'll work out absolutely well. I promise."
"Perhaps absolutely, rarely is it common in the same family?"
I smile unexpectedly.
"There's never gonna be any in this world, so maybe never."
'Wow, okay...... I can't think of any other good ideas in my head, and I'll go with that...... Thanks......'
Thanking him with a voice that amplified the even more disturbing sound, Biton hung up the phone.
"Junko's idea, that's all."
"It may be a one-pattern, but it's still working out pretty well."
I smile and tease. Tired, Junko smiles too.
"Let's go to Roppongi's private oil field store headquarters. I don't know if I'll make it."
"Then won't that ruin it?
"Sneak in and you'll be fine. Maybe. It's just the hitting. My Justice."
"I don't like Justine."
To the pure child who said it out, tired grinned and murmured.
The Dusty Resistance, Massago and Alisui, True and Midori, had been working with the motorists to exterminate Battle Creature, but after a while, they had stopped hearing reports of the emergence of Battle Creature in the vicinity.
"I guess it's time to sweep this area. Did you hit it with the reading that there are not many?"
A short distance from the motorists, he sat on the carcass of Battle Creature and told the truth.
"I'm pretty tired. Run around that way..."
From inside the subspace tunnel, Alisui says in a tired voice.
"I was angry with the guys who were shooting us so desperately. I wish they had been fed."
Far-winded, I still stare at the average person pointing their fingertip cell phone camera at me, and the shake is blurry.
I don't even know what it's like to shake at night ten. But I don't. But even if we did, we didn't sleep well, and we had the strength to fight and repel, so we were angry, but we fought once. Until then.
"It's nothing good. Be filmed, be exposed."
While looking at the holographic display and browsing the internet, he smiled in a good mood for some reason.
When the waves and ten nights peered in from behind, there was a battle reality against Battle Creature with an image of the waves on an anonymous bulletin board. It is written all the time that the beauty is good.
"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho..."
"No, you wouldn't feel bad if you were complimented."
Ali Sui utters a grinning voice and says back still.
"I can't help but act like this in adult numbers. Me and Midori act differently. I'm worried about Yukioka and his movements."
"Uh, are you going to go to Senior Aizawa? Let's trade Senior Aizawa with Alisui."
"Hey, hey, are you going to donna donna oila - eh. Isn't that terrible?"
To a true proclamation, the shaking raises a dissatisfied voice and proposes, and Alisui raises an even more dissatisfied voice.
In the end, True and Midori went hand in hand with a separate action with the Dusty Resistance.
"What are we going to do now?
Ten nights shakes.
"Okay, I'm tired, so let's take a break and see how it goes"
No one spoke differently about the shaking decision he told with a refreshing smile.
Biton visited the private oil Tanya Japan branch in Roppongi. Follow the call and come alone.
The danger to complying with the other person's request is well known. But this one also has measures.
Upon entering Raphael's office, there was Raphael, who was restrained and rolled, and Abraham Yoshida, who sat on his chair.
"Gu... why did you bother coming... Such a clear trap..."
Seeing Biton, Raphael bites and roars.
"Raphael, aren't you pretending to be pessimistic and expecting Biton to have worked out something?
Abraham, speaking faceless and calmly.
"If you come alone, you promise to let me go, right?
A bitton I dare speak to, even though I know that can't be in their minds.
"I can't get tired of letting the Spirit of Power go into the city, I can't even let Battle Creature go, what do you mean"
I know roughly what the prospects are, but this is also a bitton I dare to bump into as a question.
"Why did you tie that to our work? Maybe he just happened to get out of some zoo."
To Biton's inquiry, Abraham shrugs his shoulders and asks the other way around.
"I've already contained one of the tracks that unleashed Battle Creature. He was a driver at a private oil field store. You're a member of the Ghost Weapon Project. I don't know what it means to keep your men here, not to hire outsiders, but to tear them apart on purpose."
"Right. That was a pointless bluff. No, that's not pointless. I wanted to see how you reacted."
Abraham stood up and grabbed his head with both hands.
"Abraham Yoshida is a pseudonym. And this face."
Abraham lets you try turning artificial skin with head. It was a white young man with brunette hair who showed up. Only the watery eyes remain intact.
"Oh, what about you!?
There's no way Raphael didn't know that face. I know who he is with bittons.
"Abdiel Demon......"
Biton speaks the name.
He looks like a young man in his twenties, but is probably the oldest elder in the existing clan.
It is also natural. Him - because Abdiel Demon is the eldest son of Mikhail Demon, a fixer who has reigned for hundreds of years as the building beam of the clan and as the shady ruler of America.
Rumor has it that Abdiel has also lived since the War of Independence.
"If I called Junko Yukooka, I would have thought that she was her partner and that Yukashi Lily, who killed my father, would also come on the set. Wasn't that good enough?"
What was already amicable had not reached Abdiel's ear.
"Was it your handler who suggested we bring her in?"
Raphael groans.
"Among Yob's rewards, our spies are lurking, and the top over there is also cordial with Junko Yukioka, so I thought it would be easy to attract them. Even though those who killed my father lived for thirty years, the foolish brothers and sisters of the abject know. It's terrible."
Turning his cold eyes to Raphael, Abdiel told him in a sarcastic tone.
"The history of private oilfielders is old. Rebels like you have also occurred several times in the past, so the countermeasures have been manualized. Only a very limited number of people know that, including me."
"Is it the same way that only some privileged classes devour profit, at the expense of many human beings, is also manualized"
I find myself irritated by Abdiel's narrative grass, and the bittons are sarcastic.
"Exactly. It is our duty to look down on and manage the world of men from further above the summit of the pyramid. It should be."
Abdiel in big serious lavish.
"Raphael, the fools who bestow upon you will soon be solemnized. I already have the power to make it happen. The Demon Clan and the private oilfielders. I was lurking waiting for the desk to come, but I kept my roots in place"
Both Raphael and Biton are convinced to listen to Abdiel, who must have moved flashly because he had some rooting done.
"I guess what you called me wasn't just going to attract me, you also called the collaborators in this matter, and you were going to wrap it up and finish it here?
When Biton asked, Abdiel looked up.
"I guess it's half a hit. I hoped you would bring Junko Yukioka, if possible. But only you. [M] I'm talking about you wise, so I thought you'd come and help Raphael after you've spoken to my comforting ally and with all your preparation... If you spotted it as a trap, why bother following honestly and on your own if you were to bring someone or you wish you hadn't come? What's this all about? It's a waste of time, and Raphael can't help you."
From Abdiel's point of view, the prospectus has been largely removed. I didn't expect Biton to come alone, foolishly honestly.
"I guess you're not the main body either, are you? He's a crazy bastard who uses his own phony to lure and blow off all his allies."
With the nuance that if you bring your allies to a place like that, they'll just kill you together, Biton says.
"No, this is the main body. I don't think I can destroy Snow Oka by such means. And if it's not the main unit, I can't help myself."
Haoji's splitter possesses the same power as Haoji if it is Haoji's splitter, but it has the disadvantage that, to other people's splitters, only degrading performance can be made.
"Is the purpose of killing Yukioka?
To Biton's inquiry, Abdiel nodded.
"That's one purpose. If possible, it shall also be Ghost Weapon. To make my strength stronger. And if you kill Yukioka and Shizuno, you'll have a foil on my name, and when I reign as head of the clan, you'll have a glimpse of the Fixers from all over the world, and their interaction will be smooth."
"Do you know what Japan is called for the calculation of raccoons you don't take?
"I don't know, but don't count the chicks before the eggs return, I guess it means the same thing"
Abdiel returns to the spiralling bitton with no dust, no anger, and no expression.
"By the way, Biton, Rahuael. My prospect was removed with unexpected consequences, and I can't help but take your lives. From now on, work as a legitimate member of a private oil field store. Cooperate without poking at us. Especially the bittons. Tell me all the names and whereabouts of those who are working with you. And you will continue to act on their side, attacking them accidentally where we strike. I'll leave the timing to you."
Biton is impressed with Abdiel, who demands that he be free to say whatever he wants without a coward. It's incredible dignity and arrogance.
"Sleep and say what you say"
Biton laughs invincibly and throws up. Abdiel wonders about that reaction.
"Don't you see there's no such thing as being you guys in this situation? Proud to waste your life? Was he that stupid?
That's when they call. The opponent is one of the Demon clan's executive commissioners and Abdiel's keeper.
"Abdiel, everything you're good at is going on online in real time."
Abdiel turned his eyes round to the other person's words on the phone and looked at Biton. I instantly understood what it meant.
"I have been carefully creating a special site with all the details of the truth, such as the Ghost Weapon riot at the private oil field store, to promote it all over the place for a few minutes now. There are many mirror sites, so they can't be crushed right away. And what you're talking about seems to be known to the top executives of private oil fields stores, as well as to the Demon clan, which has not yet taken root."
"Hmmm... that kind of hand... I didn't expect you to use your crappy hands that far...... they were too crappy and I wasn't alert. I couldn't turn my head..."
Slightly trembling his voice, his fingertips with his fingertip phone trembled loudly, and Abdiel told him to groan.
"Chinken second-rate villains were allowed to take advantage of the nature of telling the truth in an open mind when they revealed who they were. You may be a big man and have a noble purpose, but that's what you're talking about. It's easy to get caught up in a soldier's plan like me."
It's not actually my plan, but I dare you to say that to stir it up, Biton.
"Hmm, I understand. It means even small insects that are not enough can bite and make people uncomfortable."
To the taunting bitton, Abdiel tells him in a cold voice and inflates his killing.
"Are you going to be lightly angry? It's second-rate indeed. Your father will mourn."
Raphael sees it, too, and curses with a smile.
"To hell......"
He was Abdiel, who tried to run something and kill him first from Raphael, but with a sharp but intense kill directed at him, his whole body grows furious and rushes to the rear.
A pitch-black body was sticking out the space that Abdiel had been in until then. From the gap in the space, only the full body had a peek at him.
"That was a shame. No, I was so cautious that I flipped out, that maybe the only reaction rate to escape is commendable."
I open the door and tire says as I enter the room.
"Yummy, Mad Scientist Visit Sales"
"You're here..."
From behind even more tiredness, Junko appeared with a bright voice and a smile. Biton, who didn't expect these two to come, was a little surprised, but relieved.