Yuzuki Hongmori is in this reassuring incision with a caution stick. But the real client is not a secure incision. He broke into this tissue at the behest of a true client's hand, who was in a secure incision.
He has received multiple requests, but one of them is that if he encounters the back street section of the euthanasia police station, kill them all. From what I saw of the Evening Moon, my client seemed to hold a grudge against the Backstreet Division.
I have to fulfill two requests. First we slaughter the police officers in front of us, and then there's another...
Sunset Moon looks over at the cops. Already, the Evening Moon is in a critical position, and the police officers, looking at the Evening Moon with the sword in their hands that remains delivered to the sheath, put up their guns without alarm. Simply pulling the trigger, pointing the gun at him so he can't shoot the sunset moon.
There is no one left for the police officers, ruled by fear. I hear rumors about the Hongmori Evening Moon. Alongside Ashiya Kurodo, as one of the living legends of the back street, he is so big a measure that no one knows him. For twenty years he has lived through the world of Shura as a man of bravery, one who has yet to know defeat.
Even without the numerous anecdotes about him, the police officers have only confronted the Evening Moon and have felt the difference in their power. I'm realizing I can't fight and win.
If you pull the trigger, you're supposed to be able to drill a hole in the sunset moon, but I don't feel like hitting a bullet. On the contrary, the moment I day the trigger, I don't have a feeling it's going to kill me. Even though the sunset moon is more than enough away from the sunset moon, and even though the sunset moon score is a sword,
The sunset moon moved quietly.
Look at it, make sure it plays, and the fingers of the police officers move based on fear and intent to kill. The trigger is pulled simultaneously. Gunshots echo simultaneously.
In common sense, the bullet was supposed to hit. But...
That feeling, when I thought I had put a mosquito or a mosquito in place, but its appearance was nowhere, and it disappeared as if I had done it in warp.
When I realized, Evening Moon was between the lines of police officers.
One had his neck snapped and one had his heart pounded with a sword.
A police officer, who was safe, was bounced by fear and pointed the muzzle at the sunset moon again, but the sunset moon moves in a light foothold, as if dancing. None of the many bullets fired at close range can keep up with the attack.
I can still see it today. Only in the eyes of the sunset moon, that is visible. A band of blurry, pale, shining light stretched countless times from my body.
The band is stretched in various orbits. It is bent at times, twisted at times, thickened at times, thinned at times, divided at times and stretched many times towards the enemy.
The sunset moon, according to nature and its belts, is moving its body. Move your feet, your hands, your knives, your torso, your head, along the orbit of your belt. Make sure you dance and move. That's enough.
I haven't even taken the outlet. As a result of creeping around the training grounds, in the evening and moon, when confronted with the enemy, this pale and glowing zone became visible. You can keep your body in this glowing belt. I don't need an outlet.
"Everybody, run! Immediately!"
It was the West that screamed. with fear and a pale face by the readiness to die. Everyone has never seen such a western face.
With that screaming western glance, the sunset moon was imminent.
"Run, quick. Ooh!
Screaming, the West shoots a shotgun.
Slug bullets flew to an unspoiled place and made a big hole in the wall, as if flirting with the evening and moon.
The moment the sword of the sunset moon flashed, the West was remembering. When I was six, I saw horror movies on TV. A scene where one of the characters is cornered by a disastrous monster that never happens in a person. A scene of despair in a trail where a desperate, crying woman is penetrated without skill into a monster full of thorns. That burned in my childhood western heart, and I couldn't go to the bathroom alone at night.
The Western consciousness was interrupted, remembering only the despair of that time, when memories like horse racing lights never flashed back to the next.
"Run! Run!
When I saw the western head cut off from his torso and fell to the floor, I threw something towards the sunset moon as Matsumoto called.
When I see it, the Evening Moon confirms that the belt of light is invisible in any way in front of me. Looking back, he is stretching one thick in the rear.
The sunset moon jumps back. Shortly afterwards - a tremendous explosion sounded and even intense flashes wrapped the hall.
(Stangrenade...)
Even with intense tinnitus and dizziness, the sunset moon shall not rise. But while my feet flutter, my vision feels white. It wasn't that I couldn't handle it at all, so my head never got confused, but still can't move right away.
The police officers knew what Matsumoto would do, so they dealt with it faster than the Evening Moon. When Matsumoto threw the stun grenade, he held his ear and closed his eyes, because when the stun grenade was thrown, he was moving in the opposite direction. Thanks to this, the audiovisual and brain impact was lighter than the evening moon.
No one wants to launch an attack on the fluttering evening moon. They were all fleeing outside the building.
(Is one of the requests not fulfilled? Fair enough)
There is one other thing that needs to be done in the sunset moon.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... first! They defeated the guys in the back street section. Boulder!"
Maximilian Pagoda appears and praises with gratitude. I never thought Sunset Moon would pay back the backstreet division.
Sunset Moon looked back and waved his sword silently.
Hoda's head fell off his torso and rolled to the floor, as did his body, which lost its head, which fell to the floor a little late.
The surviving constituents see the sight and are taken aback. I didn't understand why Sunset Moon, who was supposed to be on my side, did this.
"Request Achievement"
The evening moon groans as it holds its sword. He had received from his real client the following request: If the anxiety incision agate breaks into the police, tell them to dispose of it so the boss doesn't get caught by the police. And he told me to kill all the police officers.
Kaori, Umezu, Lei Li, True, Adonis, Hexi, and the police corps broke into an abandoned factory, home to the Chinese Mafia, and began engaging.
The mafia's constituents were unilaterally killed. I naturally responded with the mafia, but the police side that attacked me made no sacrifice at all. It has been a unilateral killing and not a battle.
Eventually hunting down the mafia boss. The man and Li Lei knew each other.
"Was it you?"
Lei Lei speaks like a frightened voice. The man is a former soldier named Chang Hao Ran.
"How dare you take my compatriots and imitate what you would sell them to Japan?"
"We're not just importing from China. They also procure locally. I don't like targeting Japanese people, so I'm targeting guys who are in Japan and have no big problem disappearing. Instead, they'll be happy to disappear."
With a contemptuous look, Li Lei speaks with a hateful grin.
"Immigrant..."
Truth squeaks. In modern Japan, immigration is a variety of problems, and it is a busy being slapped, defended, and busy being.
"Exactly. Immigrants who are uncertain about their identities, have no ties, and have no problems disappearing socially. These are important resources that moisturize some human nostalgia and satisfy desires. We're not the only ones. Rumor has it - buho!?
"I know you didn't even bother to get a lecture."
As she was talking, Kaori kicked the bright side out of her mind and silenced her.
(That's really scary, this woman...)
To the low boiling point of the incense seedlings, Li Lei cannot forbid to laugh bitterly.
"You didn't want us to know about the immigration problem?
But without Adonis being afraid, he speaks to Kaori.
"Right. It's a matter of shame."
Kaori admitted honestly.
"Even the Japanese didn't raise their hands to welcome immigrants, but some scraps ran wild and forced them."
There's external pressure, too.
Li Lei grinned and added to Umezu, who told him to explain.
"Of course there is that, too. Many circumstances overlapped. And the politicians and foundations at the time, they also used the outside pressure."
"I don't really know what that means. You can reverse the external pressure."
The story of Lei and Umezu was seriously incomprehensible to Adonis.
"The Japanese are very vulnerable to being criticized and blamed. Individuals, families, organizations, state units. Do you want to worry about other eyes..."
Li Lei explains by suppressing the expression, mindful of the detectives and true eyes. On behalf of Li Lei like that, Kaori opens her mouth.
"People freaking out that someone scolded them. Discerning such a nature, the foreign countries repeat the external pressure of jokes, and even in the country, the Kramers come under attack in groups. When the organization is criticized, it gives up fighting in 'Apologize Anyway Because It's Trouble'. So Kramer sticks up extra. I complained about winning, you better win if you criticize. Lose if criticized. If you lose, the pathetic thought circuit of winning if you honestly admit to losing - that's the society of a country called Japan. Understood?
"I see, it's easy to understand"
Adonis also seemed to understand thanks to Kaori's blasted commentary, which ruined Li Lei's efforts to wrap it in oblate.
That's when Matsumoto calls and Umezu peels his eyes off.
"A rainbow forest evening moon appeared as we stepped in, saying that many of the elites in the back street section had been killed. Some of them were in the West."
"Oh, that rainbow forest sunset moon?"
I hear Umezu's report, and True speaks up. I know that name, of course.
"I'm a little surprised there's a backstreet division and a guy who does it with bees."
and Li Lei with an unexpected face.
"It's been a long time since anyone ever damaged this far at once and defeated the Backstreet Division."
Scented seedlings give a fierce grin. I am delighted that a strong enemy has emerged.
"It's been a long time, that's what some guys were like?
"But we never lost in the end. Otherwise, Backstreet Division still doesn't exist like this."
Kaori answers Li Lei's question.
"Even Taniguchi Lu avoided engaging with the police as much as possible."
And, true.
"Hongsen Evening Moon. He's a famous doomsday guy specializing in rough stuff, but I didn't think he was so pretty. It's getting fun."
Kaori says with a fierce smile. Li Lei has only heard of his name, and since he doesn't know it leading up to Adonis, who has a short backstreet history, he starts searching online.
"You're a super veteran who's been diving through numerous training grounds on the back street for over twenty years. Sword-style warriors, are they good or bad? They follow their aliases."
But this war history is incredible.
"He's like he's on his way to a dead end. But then it all survives. Still undefeated."
"Is that Katana, too? You're like a comic book."
Lei and Adonis talk as they look at Hongmori Evening Moon's reputation and data online.
"Well, take him to the precinct..."
Umezu's body suddenly sank to the floor, looking down at Mafia's boss and about to say. He collapsed from his feet, crawled and fell.
At roughly the same time, he rammed onto the floor. True, Adonis, Lei and Hexi had the same way of falling as Umezu.
"Hey... what's up?"
The only person safe Kaori looks over together in a wolf. Most of the police officers had also fallen. No, only one, a young police officer stands like Kaori.
"I'm losing my strength... I can't stand"
"Likewise...... Are you being attacked by some supernatural force?
"You can't even think about it. What the hell is this..."
Hexi, Zhen and Li Lei say each.
The scented seedlings became irritated. I had a feeling about this phenomenon.
"This can't be..."
Kaori had heard from his former men about his terrible abilities. This situation where you are safe, only one person but yourself is safe, and everyone else is down, codes as the effect of that ability.
Sewing between the fallen cops, one boy showed up. The palpitations of the scented seedlings intensify on the appearance of the person as expected.
What showed up was a boy who was dressed in black, both on top and under, wearing a black hat with a black corner and a black visor, from the back length he thought to be an elementary school student.
"You know him?
Seeing Kaori look at the boy and get upset, while Umezu stays dressed down, he speaks up.
"Gwangman..."
Incense seedlings groan. Decade-long reunion. Hikaru Sakurai, a former subordinate and successor to himself, became the boss of the dignity of meat chunks. After ten years, he has not grown at all tall, nor can he see any change in his face peeking from under the visor. Stay a child.
"Mr. Takeda..."
A light man moisturizes the crushed eyes under the visor and looks up at the scented seedlings.
"Mi... you're a light man... nah. I am now...!
A light man who becomes an expression of sad determination, as if to shake off untrained.
"He's a virgin warrior dowtaider, a righteous ally!
He shook his hands wide and sideways to put on the pose, and the light man shouted out loud.