One motorcycle on the assassin's side falls. Looks like Terrence shot me.
Terrence's motorcycle was dressed to go alongside Adonis's motorcycle.
Terrence shoots the gun first. Adonis also shoots back. The closer we are, the narrower we are between each other. Adonis thought the fight wouldn't last that long.
More Katherine comes from the car, shooting at Adonis. That disperses Adonis' consciousness.
(A two-on-one shootout while running on a motorcycle, or it's like a movie. But...... not much fun either)
I'm not used to Adonis, a craftsman such as riding a motorcycle and avoiding bullets, and I can't do it well. That would be on the same terms for Terrence, but thanks to Catherine shooting me out of the car, I have absolutely no room. It is visible that sooner or later I will collapse first.
(Does not hold. leaving)
Deciding it was too much to deal with the two of them in this situation, Adonis slowed down the bike, but Terrence slows down as well and follows it perfectly. The distance opens from the car where Catherine is.
Stepping one-on-one, Adonis shoots at Terrence, but Terrence shoots back tilting the bike wide for a moment, tilting it back to the ground.
"He's clever."
Adonis is impressed not only with the friction, but also with the shooting he has done in that position. Then I guessed. On Adonis's gun.
Adonis's gun is bounced and falls into the driveway. An arrow tip to retrieve a spare gun, Terrence approaches every motorcycle.
Where Terrence approached Adonis' motorcycle, I wondered if he had stood upside down on the motorcycle, spinning like he was doing a breakdance, swinging his legs wide from body to body, turning Adonis's body and releasing a spinning kick.
Instead of being clever, you're in the realm of bending.
I think Adonis ate Terrence's kick and fell over every motorcycle.
Before Adonis got up, Terrence was approaching Adonis' side and sticking a gun to his head.
"Why don't you shoot me?
"They tell me not to kill you. I'd like you to leave today, but what do you want me to do?
Asking Adonis flashly, Terrence smiles back. By the backlight of the street lamp, Adonis' eyes also clearly saw the loving face of Terrence, who had left it unbearable.
"Okay. Surrender."
Adonis gently raises both hands in mind.
Meanwhile, Charles and the others were still car-chasing.
The assassin side had two cars and three motorcycles, but two motorcycles retired. And now, two cars and one motorcycle, four motorcycles are coming after us from the rear.
One of the cars gets shot in the tire and stops. This is a normal car that is not bulletproof.
Charles responds with a gun from inside the car he rides, but the enemy's motorcycle skilfully deflected and Charles' car tires were also shot away.
He told me to use a gun.
Horizontally he stops the bike next to the parked car, and a rod without a helmet groans abominably, putting the gun on his hips unwrought.
From the driver's seat of the rolling car, Charles jumped out as he was bounced, rodding and releasing a clear needle.
Hard to see transparent needles, the rod steps forward diagonally and horizontally to avoid. I didn't see the needle. I just saw the motion of Charles' hands releasing his flying tools, just moving reflexively and avoiding them.
"Others, say hello without a hand"
Charles nails the assassins who came out of the car. That's just why I want to enjoy a one-on-one fight.
(You don't want to kill me. Is there any kind of situation?
Charles groaned in his mouth, now releasing about three steel wires.
The hammer put on ahead to fly the steel wire, as well as the steel wire itself, was hard to see because it was night, but Rod had largely predicted. Milan told me, I already know Charles' M.O.
Rod's pupils were scattered, and even in the darkness, the hammer and steel wire that flew this way appeared to be blurry but rod. They each arc from different angles and fly in.
As big as my chest is going to get on the ground, I pull myself back and squeeze the rod.
"Ku......!?
The moment Rod stood back, the backlight of the motorcycle headlights that had until then been blocked by Rod struck Charles in the eye.
Stuff Charles' blinding eyes all at once with Rod dressed close to crawling on all fours.
Charles doesn't panic, he lifts steel wires from close range. I was alert and sneaking up on Rod coming up with a melee.
Locally, Charles saw it as a high probability of being entangled in steel wire and cut into rings, but that estimate was sweet.
Something like that or Rod was swinging his fists quickly and again, striking steel wires with his bare hands and defying all the tracks of steel wires, as if he were going to do a shadow boxing rush on the spot.
(No, I didn't just punch it to prevent it. If you hit it normally...... your fist will be amputated. But the steel wire is more bounced. Only at the moment of hitting, softly - and hitting to get involved with a coke screw, killing slaughter, deviating)
As Rod approached him, Charles understood why Rod would not cut his fist if he hit a steel wire.
Eventually Rod approached Charles until he had control of his attack, but Charles still had his back.
Charles set his fingertips together in front of his belly, and when he created a shape that held his hands together, he concentrated on his abdomen - Tanda.
Charles releases the mood of tearing from close range before Rod's fist is released. When I was a mercenary, I learned porosity from my buddy Lee Lee (Lee Ray). I really didn't want to pose like this, I wanted to release a porous mass in the motion of holding both wrists together and spreading my hands, saving them on my hips and then sticking them forward, but I couldn't help but release them in this pose that from Charles seems terribly nasty.
But what could be, Rod slapped his fist, as if he could see that porous mass released from close range.
No, I was actually seeing it. I've been thoroughly tapped into the concept of chi by a swordsman who Rod once mentored. Rod I was making a fool of myself at that time, but eventually I became aware of it and I could see it clearly.
I did see Charles' pore mass in Rod's eyes. But Charles' power outweighs, Rod's arm is bounced, and a porous mass hits the upper body of the Rod, glancing wide rearward.
As he still can't be alarmed, Charles tries to take a distance, falling back.
Charles' attitude, who was not alarmed, was correct. Without falling, Rod quickly returns his torso to his original posture and he rushes to Charles.
Rod, Charles pays his arm to the sideburn. A large, defiant blade appeared from inside Charles's arm. It's one of those trump cards I planted in my body.
Rod was torso cleaved with a blade, but without flinching, Charles' abdomen turned and released his upper, and at last his fist was perched on Charles' body.
Nodding, spraying blood reflexes, seven tumbling and boring Charles.
"I added or subtracted."
Says it doesn't look funny, a bloody spitting rod. The torso wound torn with Charles' blade was shallow, but the porous mass worked quite well earlier.
"Duh, why?
I didn't mean to kill you from the start, but it's a mystery why you're not going to kill me. Asthma in pain, Charles asks.
They're telling me not to kill you.
"To whom?
"I don't need to tell you. I wouldn't even be able to go after him anymore in the first place. Go back and camp."
Rather than Charles, Rod speaks out consciously of the other assassins.
That's where Terrence and Adonis come by motorcycle.
"Oh, wow, the rods are pretty blurry,"
"Still won"
Rod tells teasing Terrence that it doesn't even seem funny.
"Tracking is a failure. We're losing. Let's go back clean."
Adonis calls, and the assassins ride the rolled over car undone.
(I wonder if Van Damme is still inside when you mean go back and camp? It was the others who left - and the police don't move, but the fact that the faces of the sea chihuahuas guard so closely is quite an important figure......)
Thinking that far, Charles somehow figured out who was in the car.
"By the way, what happened to Masami?
"I woke you, but I didn't wake you."
When Adonis asks, one of the assassins answers in a frightening manner.
"What are you doing here..."
Sighing, Adonis ran the bike.
Another bomb from Yoshiku is the revelation that Van Damme is planning to sell information to national governments in the future.
"It would be more effective to spend time exposing Van Damme than exposing him to his vested interests in the media."
Yoshiku talks to the dog breeder who doesn't leave at night.
"You don't have any evidence of vested interests, do you?
The dog keeper confirms.
"You don't. But I was actually planning on it, so even if there was no proof of analogy, it would have been a pretty big shake for the Van Dam faction. Especially at the moment, the media that came to Van Damme Side were in a position to be given to other media."
"I see. If Van Damme denies this, there's a good chance that this vested interest is really not there. From the media I dreamed of smoking sweet honey from vested interests, it's not a shoulder watermark. He said getting to Van Damme would only be a disadvantage."
Knowing his aim for a long time, the dog owner smiled impressively.
"Another bomb is something that rocks nations, but in the first shot, national governments should also be suspicious. So I first sent a document to the countries that I believe are connected to Mr. Van Damme, in the name of the Border Irane Press Corps, pointing out that we know they are connected."
"Did you do it before you published it?
"Yeah. Step on it when it works better. Van Damme may take measures, of course, but I don't mind. It's damaged."
"I see. But are you sure? You're totally in the press."
For further confirmation of the dog breeder, Shizuku uncommonly spilled a nihil grin.
"It's called the Fourth Power, but I believe it will also curb the rampage of state power and foundations. For once... I still think it's the end of the press, too"
Both the evil men who make up the evil that cannot be judged by the law or the evil that hid the law, inflict a blow by the pen. After such a blue-smelling dream, Yoshiku became a newspaper reporter. I've hit a lot of reality walls, but I haven't lost that feeling yet.
"Is the media deterrent envisioned by Van Dam welcome because there is also an aspect of being in the way from the powerful and the rich? Besides, if you sneak in the shadows and sell information, you can also hit your hands before the press makes a scene, based on the information you sold. But honestly, I'm kind of a Van Dam guy in the mood, and I don't want the mass trash to make me look big again."
A dog breeder who says it with a complicated face.
"Dog breeders seem to have a lot of bad memories in the press, so I don't think they have a choice."
"Oh... the kind of journalist I've ever met was just a bunch of people who didn't even think about books. You treat me like that with a knoll that I have to teach my surroundings everything I want to know because I'm magnificent, transverse, and self-centered, and I'm the center of the world, right? A guy like that looks like a good guy in front of TV. Except for a long time ago, that's pretty much the pattern."
Listening to the dog breeder, the prosthesis also becomes a complicated face. Certainly there are many races like that.
"You know, interviewers with reporters, they ask a lot of questions. I don't want to ask you this question, but it's my job to cut it off. I'm asking because I know you don't like me. Ma, some guys don't. The guy with the original rotten sexual roots and the guy who rotted to his heart while he was working..."
Remembering so many unpleasant things, Yoshiku talks.
"He hated me, he cursed me, he hit me in the cold eye... especially when that gaze made me feel tight, but... we all get used to it. Adapt. But I wasn't used to it, I was just enjoying it. One of the juniors, who could not enjoy it, was calling in a booze seat after being badly cursed during the interview." You despise us, you guys are watching the papers and the news. We're just gathering and providing the information you want. No matter how dirty you look at us, we're your mirrors. "And that junior... he used to be a reporter with a sense of blue justice like me, so he felt sorry and sad and couldn't help it."
"Oh well... I'm sorry. Dis in front of you."
"No, no, no."
The call of the house rang when Shizuku laughed lightly at the dog breeder who lowered his head in the face.
When I took the gun and reflected it in front of the intercom on the monitor, there was a surprise figure there.
Head to the front door and open the door. Kate Van Damme, wearing a pre-epochal visual aid, looks up at her sister-in-law's face and smiles.
"Mr. Kate, why are you here?
"Then I did send it to you ~. Take care"
A thick white woman in a cowgirl, who was behind Kate - Katherine, waves away.
(Delivered?
I'm surprised at the dialogue now, Yoshiku.
"Thank you, Catherine. Takada, let me stay here for a while. You won't be morae, will you, Ka?
"No, no... that's..."
"I have two rooms, and you can sleep next to me."
To Kate's request, she was on tour for a long time, but the dog owner spoke from behind.
"You don't have to worry about attacking Warrel, Si. Al likes older people close to the calendar, and there's a chance he'll like Toy U, Ga., Sun Takada will be fine, Deshaw."
"No, no, no..."
"Does your pawnbroker know?
The dog keeper comes out and asks. I asked the question, but the reason I came here is largely speculative.
"I apologize for burdening you and think Shimau's is Nye, Imus. I got into a fight with my husband, I wanted to chill my head, I thought, I got out and I got kicked."
To Kate, who laughs and answers with lightness, I think it is a dog breeder after all.
"I brought Kono story to Mr. Takada, Noha. I Death, and here is Ileba, Deshaw who can lend his wisdom and strength. Dowka, it's my pleasure."
So you're saying that your house is Ops.
"Hmmm......"
Seeing Kate bowing her head deeply and the dog owner smiling joyfully, Yoshiku roared in arms.