Van Damme was in contact with all sides and was steadily preparing for the creation of an international media surveillance agency.
We have already entered into partnerships with several countries. Many countries abhor the rise of the media. It does not merely form a system of cooperation, but also makes a covenant to sneak in and sell information ahead of the media.
I have not forgotten to instigate demonstrations in all parts of the world to put pressure on the media. The incitement to the demonstration is something Grimm Penis has long done, and it belongs to your hand.
"I'm also talking a little bit with the immortal Fixers called Overlife. I'm not very compatible with them."
Katsuura hears Van Damme's words and thinks first of all about Junko Yukioka and Sister. Regardless, Sister would not have made contact with Snow Oka on the boulder, Katsuura thinks.
"Were you familiar with that aspect?"
Van Damme spills a smile at Katsuura's seemingly unexpected words.
"Previously, when I exposed Junko Suzuoka, there was contact from one of the world's rulers - Fixer's users. If I kill Junko Suzuoka, I'm told I'll have a seat as one of the world's rulers as an overlife, with no end of life. hehe, hahahahahahahaha"
Katsuura makes a decent face to Van Damme, who laughs so hard here for some reason.
"Can this be without laughing? I'm trying to get rid of the creature. You told me you were good at baiting that exorcising monster and hostile monster that if you killed that monster, you'd turn it into the same monster. There is no such ridiculous story. Stupid round."
Apparently, Van Damme has no desire for eternal life, Katsuura guessed.
"Limited lives, limited time, make people shine. At dawn, when the media is over, they'll think about letting them all be exposed."
"Ha..."
Katsuura cannot be forbidden to laugh bitterly at Van Damme, who speaks clearly with media dominance.
"Will it work?
What Katsuura asked was the nuance of whether it was okay to give the cooperating press a vested interest. Van Damme, however, received that he meant the creation of a media surveillance agency.
"I've said it many times, but I don't like beating. Of course, we can't avoid beating each other to do something big. Business owners and others in particular are in a streak of beatings. Successful people have not succeeded solely on merit, nor should they ignore the large part caused by luck. But still, I hate the nasty element of luck. I want answers that eliminate such uncertainty as much as possible and calculate and come out. I'm going to do the same this time."
The biggest factor in uncertainty was Katsuura, who thought it would be an unfair system that favoured those who cooperated ahead, but don't go into it.
Because it's about Van Damme, I also wonder if you have any ideas about it. But on the other hand, I also feel like I'm simply overlooking it.
Van Damme's biggest drawback is that he doesn't know the normal thoughts and feelings of ordinary humans. As it is now out, Seung-ura felt it. Even if you pay attention to that, you probably won't hear it, so keep your mouth shut as usual.
"But reality is not always the answer to that calculation. On paper, the formula can be solved, but the reality is that both the formula and the answer are rewritten with an indeterminate element. Including natural and man-made disasters."
Heard of the indeterminate elements, Katsuura remembers Kate. She spoke clearly against her husband's policy.
"Will Mr. Kate also be involved in the creation of a surveillance agency?
"No way. Don't you know you're on my side..."
"Though in the same building, I'm not always on the side..."
"Is that true, too? That was a funny statement I made. Well, she's clearly against what I do, so I'm not going to use her name as long as I can."
It was Katsuura who was impressed in strange places that Van Damme was able to take such care of her.
"I was wondering if Kate would be involved as a watchdog for the surveillance agency."
"Hmm. That's a good idea. Seung-ura feels like she's been around a lot lately. All right, let's do that. Kate, who once spoke out against it, can further kill the opposition's momentum if he cooperates in that way"
In a superior mood, Seung-ura felt vague anxiety when she saw Van Dam adopt her subordinates' proposal instantly and wondered if she had said anything extra.
Hepatic cedar, who visited the Japanese branch of the Border Irane Correspondents Group, confronted the agent in the reception room.
"The activities are confidential. If possible, don't let them know you work for the Border Irane Press Corps."
"If only you could..."
A white agent has said it in fluent Japanese, in a rather tight tone, while hepatic cedar was only on the surface laughing sparingly, but smelling dangerous odors drifting away. I know the liver cedar because it has been treated repeatedly by both residents of the back street. The man in front of you said he was someone on that side.
"I'd like to reveal it to my supporters. Otherwise, I can't help them."
"I'll leave that to you, but even if it turns out publicly from that collaborator's mouth, you'll be responsible."
I feel the meaning of the word take responsibility was sounding dangerous, and hepatic cedar drinks saliva.
(This is a pretty nasty organization... Naturally because the private oil field store is in the back. No wonder they kill you if you defy them. Happy to hear from you, but I'm just starting to feel like being these puppets)
I'm starting to feel like an idiot that I was happy with, and I can rapidly lose my motivation.
"We are going to be a full-scale battle against those who seal off the press. I want you to be a soldier too."
Seeing the hepatic cedar sinking visibly, with inspiring nuances, the agent speaks powerfully.
"It's the press that's just been treated like bad guys, but it's the masses who want information more than anything else. We're just answering that need. Isn't that right?
"Oh, right. You're good at getting people on you. However, the first blackmailing warning doesn't come after all. It makes me sick, and it cuts my motivation."
"Excuse me."
To the hepatic cedar, who laughed and said clearly, the agent honestly bowed his head.
(But this guy in front of me, he's with me, he's a clean media official, too. That's why dialogue like this comes naturally)
Hepatic cedar believed and did not suspect that was what anyone involved in the press thought.
"But I agree. Hitting us in the press is unsolicited, but whatever inferior information, it is the masses who crave it. It is the unproductive masses who create the unproductive means of communication. This flow of shelving ourselves and slapping us is too much for fools."
Usually a cold hepatic cedar, but unexpectedly excited to vent his mood.
"I feel like I can have a good drink with you."
"I'll ask you out with a red lantern, if you like."
He smiled and shook the agent's hand back, as did Hepatic Cedar.
'I'm ready for this one. I will publish the information you have provided, as you say, in turn.'
A long-time caller tells you in a voice without the sound of emotion. I speak pale in a voice that truly lacks discouragement, but this one is worse, I think Yoshiku.
The person on the phone was Theodor Scion Demon, Representative of the Border Ilane Press Corps.
A few days ago, he was selling articles to the Border Irane press corps that would have struck Van Damme, but that got into Theodore's eyes and spoke directly to him.
(The other general will be negotiating soon... That's all you bought me for this information? Well, it's definitely an intense bullet)
You can see it wasn't just luck, it was powerful enough information to move Theodore. The two of us also discussed exactly how to handle this information. Normal phone calls also threaten to eavesdrop, so we had a conversation over the internet and in chat format.
"Don't I have to give you your name? It's your chance to sell your name. '
"I'm a backstreet journalist. Besides, this scoop isn't the only way Van Damme is going to lose. You better not know I'm moving now. We still have a long way to go."
The source of this article in the first place is not what I have found. It's what Kate brought me. It was a long time ago when I wondered if I could put it in my own hands.
'I see, I'm cautious inside. Best regards, "
Theodore logging out of the chat room.
Being good also made my own sales. But the mind of the righteous will not float.
(Border Irane press corps is also a group that is not quite there. Are you sure you want to join those guys? I can't fight the boulders alone, and I know by reason that it's best to fight through a giant organization that is directly opposed to Van Damme than to give you information in the back street...)
This is the only way now. There's nothing I can do but expose all my cards to one side of the organization and let them hang up on my behalf. But I can't keep doing this.
(What happens after I hang up the card first... I'm waiting for the result...)
I think Yoshiku wants something else. This is not enough. Something's missing, I can't see it yet.