There was a fierce worldwide reaction to Van Damme's proposal to establish an international press surveillance agency.
Especially the Border Irane press corps rebelled violently. He breathed in defiance of preventing the birth of pressures on cross-border press, against the Border Ilane Press Corps.
Other press outlets, for the most part, rebelled hysterically.
"We won't be able to stop the rampage of power"
"Worst man. Don't forgive Cornelis Van Damme, the owner of speech oppressive ideas!
"If such an institution is created, in the future everything will be censored and articles will not be freely written, and the people will not be able to know the truth"
"This is a conspiracy that Cornelis Van Damme has conspired with the power of nations,"
"Thoughts such as trying to discourage the press are also disturbing. That there should not be. Only freedom of the press must be established in an unlimited and perfect way '
'The press should be absolutely free without any room for thought and thought! Mass media is the super absolute Yoshiya! Those who inhibit it are determined to be all evil without any room for thought and thought! Evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil! Wookiee!'
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."
"Speech Oppressor, Power Der, Power Nander, Power Geike, Ninder, Auer!
Newspapers from all over the world shouted out that the news was that the magazine denied Van Damme and cursed him, claiming that freedom of the press was unlimited, and that they were just.
Numerous newspapers and news programmes were also seen that distorted or fabricated Van Damme's claims. It was not uncommon for the media to activate freedom not to report and not to shed Van Damme's claim itself.
Meanwhile, the media are also beginning to rebel against the Border Irane press corps, showing Van Damme an attitude of cooperation.
"I'm still not free to press. I care about the eyes on the back street, and I'm under pressure from the Border Iranese Press Corps, which is claiming freedom of the press. That organization is a joke, Dubsta bastard. If we can have surveillance agencies, we'll have more freedom on the contrary, right?
Vandam's acquaintance, the president of the television station, complained so, and decided to let Vandam's claims flow as they were.
What about the reaction of the key masses, at the moment, many of the people were in favor of Van Damme. The way we looked at the media was also extremely chilling, and we were panicking when we were threatened with our privileges, and we were spotting it lightly.
Demonstrations of Van Damme support are taking place in European and American countries. This is what Grim Penis specializes in, and it goes without saying that Grim Penis members are inciting work everywhere.
There is no demonstration of media support. And it seems that many media outlets do not report what is happening. It's the end of even having fake news, which flows inside saying this is a 'demo rebelling against Van Damme'.
Van Damme turns on the TV in the office. It's news from a TV station that's been making out with Van Damme. Only here have we taken a position of being a Van Dam neighbor, so we flushed Van Dam's claims intact and also had some serious debates about how the media was, which raised considerable viewership.
'Media is very irresponsible. I run a fishery, but I had a lot of trouble selling fish before when I had heated reports that there were parasites in the fish. That's an extremely irresponsible story.'
'I suffered similar damage. I run eight hundred houses, but I managed to get reports of a mixture of radioactive substances in pesticides, and there was no great reason to do so, so sales dropped.'
'I was told that once elementary school students drew comics to be raped, they were actually hooked up when those incidents occurred and imitated my comics. I don't even know if it was imitated...... it's terrible. Not really. I'll resent the mass garbage that discredited my great art for life'
In the news, those complaining of damage caused by the media continued to comment.
"The last one is disgusting before imitation. It's not something you can say in public. The values of art are unique to people, and freedom of expression would certainly be important..."
Van Damme in the face.
"But you're becoming a good salt plum. Let's get more excited."
"The assassin is being sent to the next... and he's still here."
Katsuura looks anxiously through the window at the outside of the building. I see the back of Milan and Otto, warriors of Sea Chihuahua. Beyond them, there are four men. Enemies and allies, all outsiders.
"We need to get Sea Chihuahua to work hard on that. They hold my fate."
Van Damme showed no anxiety at all and smiled softly.
Grim Penis in front of Japan Branch Building. Four assassins hired by private oilfielders - Axe, Gordo, Robert and Charles - were confronted by two executives, Milan and Otto, who made them sea Chihuahua warriors.
"Now you look like you've got teeth."
Milan looks at the four of them, nodding her tongue and laughing. All four drove here.
"I'm glad they didn't snipe me while I was driving."
Charles, on the other hand, said in a sigh.
"It's bulletproof, but there's not a lot of sniping in Japan. Not at all, but you think it's hard to buy a sniper gun in itself."
And, Robert.
"No, I'm glad they didn't snipe me with RPG or something."
"No, that's not possible."
Robert laughs bitterly at Charles' dialogue.
"Um, because of the dyeing of battlefield life, it's defo to be wary of that. I don't care how you look at the main road until you drove here. It felt like you were after me."
"I see. Charles is subtly different from us, isn't he?"
Gordo says it doesn't matter.
"We're gonna split two on one."
Axe tells, keeping an eye on Milan and Otto.
"No... I think it would be better if the other three were in charge of that tall all-back because I'll be in charge of that disfigured tattooman alone"
"What? I don't know what basis you're talking about that, but it's ridiculous. Two: 1."
Axe dismissed Charles' offer after exasperation.
"Oh man, I feel like a protagonist."
Charles whines about that, thinking he only understands it.
It will be a combination of Axe and Gordo, Charles and Robert, split wide to the left and right.
"I see, a combination of two to one? That's funny. Let's get this one together."
When Milan laughs funny when he sees it, Otto walks silently to the left. Look at that, Milan goes right. Take quite a distance between the two.
Four of the assassins also go with it, splitting further left and right. Make it difficult to interfere with each other.
As a result, Axe, Gordo and Milan. It became a combination of Charles and Robert and Otto.
Each of the six, little by little, walks over each other.
Almost at the same time, the gunshots sounded multiple times.
Milan's two bullets were both sent. Neither did the bullet shot from Axe and Gordo hit Milan.
Milan tried to shoot further and interrupted. Axe is shooting faster. Do not attack at your peril and avoid it thoroughly. And after Axe shoots, Gordo shoots, followed by more Axe.
"Gwud, that's good, that's good"
Rejoicing in his rounds with his teething enemies, Milan strips his teeth and laughs.
Milan was unilaterally thorough in dodging without even fighting back to a pair who skillfully collaborated to launch a series of attacks.
(Except after entertaining me to a certain extent, enemies to the extent that they kill me. That's Better)
Even as he thoroughly fled, Milan was asking for a gap. And here comes the interrupted eye of the attack.
Milan shoots a gun. A hole is put in Goldo's forehead.
"Yes, I said no."
With the gun in place, Milan leaves her tongue out toward the remaining Axe, stripping her white eyes and making her laugh.
Axe, who was lightly murdered, cowered there. Milan is definitely stronger than himself. At a time when I couldn't kill him while he was two to one, I realized there was no more winning.
The situation reversed. Now Axe is on the defensive side. In an unshielded place, he moves around anyway and runs around like Milan earlier, trying not to hit the gun.
While running around, Axe was hoping the other Charles and Robert would win and join us.
"Yes, I could read the pattern."
But after a while, Milan pulls the trigger in a tone of relief and shoots Axe through his throat.
"Fair enough, man. Sa ~, over there..."
Laughing satisfactorily, Milan turned to the other Otto - his grin froze.
What was Otto was rolling at the loss of the majority of the prototype. Only the lower body fastened Otto's prototype, but from the belly to the top it was in a roundabout state, flashing blood and guts over the asphalt. The head was falling apart, too.
Although Milan has seen scenes of people dying, scenes of being killed, and bodies scattered, this is the first time he has seen such a tragic death. Until recently, a colleague in human form had fallen apart as a piece of meat with only a partial prototype.
On the side of that round-cut piece of meat stood a smiling Charles. Robert says he's got a gun in position earlier. On his face, his fears and wars against Charles, his opponent, were sticking, and he was dripping cold sweat from his temples.
"Ahhh... I knew he was dead. If you'd just done what I said, you might not have died."
Charles glances at Axe and Gordo's wreckage, respectively, and then turns to Milan with his tense face, letting him shrug his shoulders, with a rampant grin. My forehead is usually so down that it completely covers my eyes, but at this time it was caught on the side and my neat face was dewy.
At some point, Midori has truly heard of it.
"Heh, true brother. That ultrasonic vibrating steel wire, made by my pure sister, but not taught by my pure sister, right? Who did you learn that from?
"When I was a mercenary, I learned from a guy named Charles who was working with me."
True answered that he was taking care of steel wire in front of Midori.
"I'm trying to be better, but you're still not in Charles' divine business. I don't want to fight him in close proximity."
"Ugh, my true brother said that much. Oh, he's a big guy"
"I mean the big guy... he was a lot different. Yeah, a lot."
To my admiration, the truth was smiling unconsciously emotionally, remembering a lot about the old days.