Play with Mad Scientists!

The information organization Machine Gun Birth is an organization with a policy of refusing any online or telephone contact and only meeting in person to trade information. Even the request won't take me on until I see him in person.

This organisation is particularly peculiar and rare among a number of information organisations, wrapped in mystery because of its organisational structure. As far as Koga Katsuru, the head of the organization, usually lives as one of the homeless in the cardboard district created by the floaters gathering in the riverbed.

"Koga, how are you? Yes, plug in."

On the basis of that Koga, a boy with bright shining crimson eyes visited.

"It's hard to say how you're doing because you've been busy lately. Thanks to them... Anyway, you're here because he's involved, right?

He receives tea treats from the boy, Koga says only rarely. Originally people are not nice either, so if you look grumpy, you look pretty scary.

"Yeah, there's something I need to ask you about the Dancing Heart."

The red-eyed boy - every moment of the moon becomes a mysterious face.

Momentary is a member of the wholesale organization Sigh Addiction. Early members of the former sighing addiction were treated as executives all but momentarily, but momentarily, they wanted to gain more experience in the field, and the boss Natsuko Takajo also acknowledged this, so it was still a day to work as a lower end.

"Many informants and finalists in Euthanasia City are traveling east because of them. The client is central, but they have their own information network, and they don't want to lose their pawns, so they're letting us work and die instead."

Koga said in a sigh mix. That's exactly why Koga has been busy lately.

"Dancing Heart" is a wholesale tissue, as is sighing poisoning. There are currently three wholesale organizations in Euthanasia City. One was "Dignity of Meat Chunks", which was saddled from a human trafficking organization to a wholesale organization. And the other is this dancing heart.

At a time when wholesale organizations were once disturbed in Euthanasia City, it was dawning in fierce protests between organizations, but it was a heart to dance because they left early from that protest. To be precise, all wholesale organizations adopted a policy of not vandalizing only the dancing heart territory, and stopped doing things with this organization. Because I stepped on the idea that turning all the wholesale organizations in Euthanasia, which were militants at the time, against the enemy would not beat a dancing heart.

It was an extremely belligerent and massively powerful organization among the organizations on the back streets of Euthanasia City, and didn't even try to reach the dancing heart when Akajo-Yi was boss.

Fighting between wholesale organisations is no longer a dancing heart, but even then, we have had frequent protests with different categories of organisations, especially more recently with the Chinese Mafia. Nearly half of the members of the dancing heart are ex-Chinese mafias who have returned to Japan's back streets in one way or another. Therefore, the Chinese mafia, which has risen to Euthanasia City, has become hostile to each other.

There is a tendency to aggressively confront not only the Chinese Mafia, but also the brutally outrageous Mafias of other countries, whose recent invasion into Japan stands out. That may be because of the commercial enemy, but it is also rumored because of the exaggeration of power. Or even a martial arts mind to protect Japan's backward society.

Originally a fierce organization, it became even more ferocious three years before the boss was replaced by a second generation. It is not uncommon to eradicate only one member of an enemy organization.

On the other hand, there is also the aspect of treating those who pass through in a tolerant manner, and reconciling softly depending on the circumstances, even if it becomes a protest.

"So, what do they want to know?"

"Everyone wants to know."

In every word of the moment, Koga narrowed his eyes. I could almost have guessed what to say.

"Where are the antimatter bombs"

"You too..."

Koga laughs at every moment he tells you in his true face.

"But you don't know anything because you're an intelligence organization. You know what's going on in the back streets of Euthanasia right now? Thoughts vary, but there are a lot of them who are already trying to get their information. And if they find out that... no, why would you guys want to know that in the first place? What's the situation?

"We're a wholesale organization, too. If we can secure the anti-matter bomb before it gets into the hands of someone in the country, or just through Japan, and it gets flown to some developing country, it's our turn."

Answer Koga's question, Moment by Moment, with as vague an expression as possible. The circumstances cannot be communicated straight in front of the client.

But that's all Koga guessed. It's probably the hub that asked for the sigh poisoning.

(Will it serve to send back an anti-matter bomb, or will it be transported to a designated location in the centre)

While I think so, there was something Koga still didn't know.

"Then you guys won't have to move until then, will you? Why are you exploring it in your shoes?"

"When the time comes, we'll be in a position to put our eyes on the dancing heart. So even in self-defense, I want as much information as I can."

"Okay. I'll let you know as soon as I find out, so make contact with our monkey."

Understanding the circumstances of the instantaneous organization, Koga took on the request, but, as he had said earlier, he was already in the process of moving, even from the centre, with the same request.

That's the story of the day.

Bullying of immigrants is committed nationally. Both the principals of the schools where the bullying took place and the Ministry of Education and Culture have spoken of a thick and shameless denial that there is nothing like it, but bullying is certainly still taking place somewhere today.

Killing someone who is escalating and bullying, or vice versa, killing someone who was bullied is not such a rare case. It occurs many times a year.

Randy became a murderer at the age of eight. Just because I was an immigrant, I went around killing four of my classmates who were obsessively bullying me with dignity in class. Then he became a teacher.

With the guns I got, I kept one man firmly shot to death. The middle-aged teacher, who ignored Randy no matter how much help he sought, no matter how much bullying was being done in front of him, was incontinent and trembling, but when he saw it, his willingness to kill boiled violently, shooting him accidentally.

Randy went to the chimpy immigrant who gave me the gun, said there was no more face to suit his family, and asked the organization of chimpy immigrants to put him in as a choreographer.

And soon, Randy leads to an early bloom of talent.

The organization Randy belonged to was hostile to many organizations and dawned in a year-round antiwar. Only a week after entering the tissue, you will see a gunshot and a blood storm.

At that time, Randy was terribly surprised that his head was calm while he feared.

Randy looked like him. I knew who was going to move, who was going to target where the muzzle was going to go, who was going to shoot where the gun was going to go, the ballistics of everyone's guns, the timing of the firing, and even the movement out of sight.

Even though I didn't take the outlet, I had more grasp of everything going on in the space than the adults who excelled in the rough things I took the outlet.

Randy took the gun of his murdered companion. No matter how you look at it, this one is being pushed. There are more enemies. I'm sure they'll kill us all.

You may miss me because I am a child, or you may be mercilessly killed if you are a child, or you may be sold off to strange places. But even if I know you'll miss it, even if it's just a week of company, I don't feel happy that those who accepted me without discriminating against me were killed in front of me and helped by it.

Randy was surprisingly, his body was moving naturally and smoothly himself. He was pointing the gun at the muzzle without any fear and pulling the trigger.

I could react to all the gunshots and killings that could be directed at me. The body was moving naturally a few seconds before the comma the enemy shot. As if he were a skilled warrior, his body was reacting before he thought. Or maybe my previous life was, and my soul remembers. Genius may be something like that, later, Randy thinks.

When I realized, my buddies stared at Randy in dismay. An eight-year-old placed as a choreographer suddenly lost track of a thousand activities. And thanks to Randy, I was able to survive the raid, which I thought was going to be wiped out.

Randy then officially received combat training, but here he still surprised his surroundings. A simulated shootout took place, but even if there were more than one of them who made quite a mess of the training ground, Randy could not. The only man who could beat Randy was a big man named Longyun, a warrior and number two in the organization who was also feared by his allies.

Randy was recognized by the Dragon Cloud, carefully trained and also taken around in action. Randy showed no hesitation at all and, as he embraced the killing, seemed from those in the organization.

Randy was also becoming interested in the operation of the organization itself, not just in the arms of the gun. Except when he is driven out into rough business, Randy assists executives and bosses to learn how to run the organization itself.

The younger you are, the more children you are, the better your head absorbs. In addition to that, it also had its original qualities. The executives of the organization had witnessed Randy's remarkable growth, so nothing surprised them when he joined the organization in just one year and was slightly promoted to executive at the age of nine. There was no one to disagree with.

There were some executives who had inner resistance, but they couldn't even try to rebel. It's hard to disagree just because you're a child because you're an obvious genius child. Such a calculation worked, above all, that it was beneficial to the organization and that it did not want to show the child opponent the mucky immensity.

Then just two months later, Randy was reigning as the boss of the organization. The boss, the founder of the organization, lost his life in a protest, and there were no executives among them who wanted to succeed and become bosses. And after calmly considering who was best suited to competently, a slightly nine-year-old boss was born, based on the general idea that there was only Randy.

Teenage heads are not uncommon in backstreet organizations, but they don't listen to boulders when a child under the age of ten is the boss of a well-known large organization. Among the residents on the back street at the time, it became quite a topic.

Originally a belligerent organization, its ferocity increased even more since Randy became boss.

Randy took an active part in the war, whether he was an executive or a boss. I fought off the lead without any doubt. The executives could not praise either. Because I understood that was the offer of a battle called Randy.

That was three years ago.