The dancing heart, dressed as an informant, was very difficult to move.
And O'Myrape, who was anticipating this situation, was asking about the trend of the dancing heart, even after he replied that he would only accept it on the highest amount course, even the highest amount course would take time.
"We also continue to monitor from artificial satellites, but we still do not know the movement of transports that seem to be anti-matter bombs. In addition to the large number of members of the organization, they also work as hauliers, and carry them constantly. And of course, we're checking them out in a 24-hour system."
A slight hint of Inari, an Omi-rape constituent, projects a holographic display that extends to twenty and reports to each with a striking gaze.
"If it's disassembled and carried in bulk, it's tricky. Well, isn't that..."
Slightly behind, one of the top executives of O'Myrape - essentially number two, Sylvia Tanshita said with a difficult face.
"You can hardly even explore from destiny manipulation, clairvoyant, astrologer, or any other paranormal aspect. The more you want to think that Overlife is involved, the more powerful it takes."
Nana Kurosaki, the top executive standing next to Sylvia, also reports.
"I'm talking about overlife, though, and who wants such a noisy bomb? I wouldn't do this unless I was the guy who made a stupid noise, got weird attention, and was confident that I would still keep my life connected. And the guy with all that power - I don't even think our boss, or Junko, or Sister, or that class guy would do such a stupid thing."
For the reasons I have just spoken, Sylvia sees whoever caused this commotion as not too smart. I have a lot of power, and I'm pretty sure it's an organization without people around to prepare.
(Or the state - I guess. It is the most powerful weapon of mass destruction that we can make in the science of mankind. A weapon with lots of problems but also advantages)
Assuming it is a state, it is likely that it is one of the bad states located close to Japan at the time of its passage through Japan.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you - Only the prediction of the foreseeable reflects the vijun of an ambiguous future."
And, Nana.
"Vijun?"
"Whoa, I bit it. Vision."
Nana rushes to correct Sylvia as she penetrates.
"Vuijn, that is an abomination born between beauty and Vuijn. I have always had the consciousness of beauty, but the contraindication that followed was a misexplosion. That's Vijun. Vijun, it is an abominable spirit born when beauty and vuijon meet. It's like a beast in a mirror that doesn't resemble itself. I recognize myself, but I'm late."
"Hey little girl, stop making poems and dis from people's mistakes"
"Oh? I didn't mean to diss you."
"I don't care what you ask. I'm dis. I'm not aware of that."
"We don't use our feet, we just monitor them from afar. So, when some other informant goes to the scene and sees him dying, I don't know. It was all predictable."
Ignoring the slight Nana interaction, Sylvia said in a rare and nihilistic tone.
O'Malley Rape has received a request from the Centre for a maximum amount course. But even with O'Myrape's information network, we don't know where the antimatter bomb is or what it's moving at the moment. Of course, the pick-up location remains unknown as to who planned to take the antimatter bomb.
The sea is being monitored by both Japanese and American forces, but there is no way we can check all of the maritime transport. Without some identification and squishing, nothing can be done. Or it could be that the air is the transport route.
"Didn't you expect an informer to come and explore at the same time? Looks like we have that countermeasure, and don't let these guys turn their heads. It's not a glimmer. It's an organization. Thanks to the instructions of the boss named Genius Child? I don't know if Blaine's good, either. Whatever it is, I'm going to keep an eye out for you right now."
In Sylvia's opinion, it's a better decision not to give it a bad start right now.
"Are you sure? Now we have the world's highest intelligence agency..."
"It is my creed that the life of one member of an organization is much more important than the prestige of the organization or the selling of vouchers. Prestige is a token of honor. Mix it with raw garbage and throw it away."
It was Sylvia who blocked and threw up the slightest words in her mouth with a slightly angry voice.
"So, what's with the visions of prediction?
"I don't know much about that, but they say it's a vigeon in front of the 'Forest of Euthanasia Admirals' at night, over a big truck, in a fierce fight"
"Approximate time zone and definite location. Plus the condition of a truck. That'll be enough."
After hearing a few reports, Sylvia grinned.
At night, the three members of the Brown Resistance headed to the Forest of the Euthanasian Admiral, a civil park south of the perfect town.
We had information from Omi Rape via Rimeko, and predictors predicted that a heavy battle would take place on the night of this place, so we came for now.
"I don't know if I'm going to stick around all night with such vague information... If you don't come tonight, tomorrow or the day after?
As usual, the first thing I complained about was shaking, but this time I agreed to it for ten nights, so I had nothing to scold or scold.
By the way, it's not just the Dusty Resistance, but some of the informers are sticking around to check it out. If there is any abnormality, we plan to work together to get to the point.
"Well, if this does keep you from coming all the time, you have tights. It's night..."
I've been waiting for about two hours now, so I'm stupidly stupider for ten nights.
"Nevertheless, that ohmy-rape gave us information for free, so we can't even ignore it, can we? Because there's nothing more expensive, I'm likely to pay a lot of other than money."
I think that one of the costs is this stakeout, but of course I know it's not the only way.
"The police are investigating the dancing heart of Aegis all over Euthanasia. Exactly. I don't think they're fighting the police."
Ten nights reported, looking at the site run by the intelligence organization Whiplash. Whiplash doesn't go around getting information on their own feet when it comes to information organizations. I'm just running an information site. And it is their business to buy information and put it on an institutional paper site.
"A life-threatening informant and his escort have wasted their lives."
A snake's tangled cross pendant, while a snake exhales.
"What do you mean?
Surprised ten nights.
"I mean, a lot of intellectuals tried to find a dancing heart, and as a result, they were killed, but there were no bumps in the office of the organization they were all trying to find, or in the warehouse at the relay point of transport. Even if the police force us to search those places, the dancing heart won't resist at all."
"Oh......"
Explained to the shake and understood ten nights.
"Then you don't have to kill the informants."
"Anyway, if the police are involved in any other kind of miscellaneous fish that you can't fathom, then you will also threaten to crush them. It doesn't have to be. A dancing heart is a violent organization from the beginning."
I say in the face where ten nights went down, but I just cut it off and threw it away. From the look of it, the ten nights are still dragging the senses of the surface excessively.
And, at that time, I got a message from an informant who was putting up a back door.
"A truck showed up at the back door and went into the road in the park. I'll see how I'm doing here, so someone's on the investigation. '
"This is the cheeky resistance. I'm on my way to reconnaissance because I'm close. '
The shake immediately returns a message.
"You're not close..."
Ten nights points out.
"That's okay. If I tell you this, the other intellectuals I'm sticking with aren't moving. Most of them are here alone, and they don't seem as good at rough things as we do."
"I see."
Ten nights convinced me to shake explaining in a tearful way.
(Being stupid, turning your head, shaking is really going to change...)
I think.
When the three of them moved to a designated location, the truck did stop. The carrier is quite large. And it's not just the truck, there are several other cars parked.
"This road is only used by facility officials in the park, right? Visitors only enter about the parking lot in front of them. But... that's the park official?
"Camouflage to make you think so and alarm you...... somewhere. Permission will naturally be granted to the park side."
Ten nights and shakes whisper as he sees the truck and the other cars farther away from the shade of Planetarium.
"Monsieur, you can break into the truck in the subspace tunnel, or I want you to try it"
"Copy that. I was going to."
Prompted by the shake, the door of the subspace tunnel opens.
"Ah... no"
The subspace tunnel was closed.
"What's going on? Was it a place where the tunnel wasn't well connected?
Shaking asks. The subspace tunnel is not a substitute for free movement of subspace. When an entrance is made, the location of the entrance determines to some extent where the exit is to be made, so it is also not possible to travel successfully in subspace at the pinpoint every time.
"It's not. Protects against subspace tunnels were put on that truck. Besides, they probably noticed you were trying to get into the subspace."
At the time of attempting to open the entrance and exit, interference with supernormal forces was carried out. Because there was a fierce feeling that it was played, he who used his power perceived that it was a defensive technique.
You're right, the car doors open one after the other, and then people come down who don't seem to be steadfast.
Sounds like they've even found out where the three of them are, and they're all headed toward the Planetarium building.
"Pfft, I'm glad Oyla happened to be in the guard here. I had a feeling about that. It's time for Oyla's turn."
The voice of a man in a good mood echoes. It's a quiet park night, but late, it sounds extra.
"Oyla's name is Yusuke Haruhi! People call Oyla an urban legend hunter, or a strange phenomenon hunter! Come on... now, supernatural power, come out in front of the Oiler! And fight the Oyla, show them the power of paranormal!
A young man, presumably a group leader presence, continues to summon in a high-tension and lucid voice as he heads this way.
(What... this guy... I see a comic book chick smiling sun. I don't think he's a backstreet resident)
A man of leadership - look at Haruhi's vigeons, and he's taken aback.
"What guy..."
"Feels like you made the shake worse, mixed Alisui, and even worse pills?
"Hey... why am I based on this?
Ten nights, while the shake is halfway pulled, each enters a combat position while complaining. Shaking secretly depresses texting.
"You showed up. Come on, show me!
"Enjoy watching the black water, the oil that calls for death, the taste of iron from your throat, the landscape that falls..."
Haruhi's request is not met, but he casts a spell of sorcery and invokes the Black Sickle.
"Oh, you can't because you know that. Jeffrey Allen of the Sea Chihuahua. I saw it when we used to work together, and that's fine. I'd like another one."
Haruhi waves flickering. He joins the subspace tunnel behind Haruhi and in front of himself, waving a black sickle.
"Oh, a matching move with a subspace tunnel."
Haruhi spotted him at a glance, and made him fall down, and appeared from behind him, and sent a black sickle waved by a horizontal giraffe.
(This guy has a great reaction rate, and he moves fast)
Seeing Haruhi move, ten nights impresses me.
"Urban Legendary Strange Phenomena Activated! Group Dash Biting Tooth Woman!
When Haruhi, who remained fallen, cried out, a dozen figures appeared in the space between the three of them and Haruhi, as if they had flown even on instant travel.
That was all an old woman in a black kimono. It is hard to see because it is night, but they are all blackening their teeth with tooth black.
(I've heard of this. A group dash biting tooth black woman showing up near the border between Yamanashi and Tokyo on Central High Speed......)
Only Shake knew the urban legend. Talk about the black-crushed old ladies who showed up in a group chasing cars around and biting them one after the other to catch up with them. He said the body of the car attacked had several bite marks on it.
The old ladies slaughtered three men, wavering, ten nights long, at great speed.
O My Rape HQ.
"Come on, even with the power of paranormal, I wonder if it's his power that can't know anything but prediction?
Lucanenko, who recently became part of O'Myrape, said in front of Sylvia.
"That guy?"
Sylvia gives a surprising voice.
"Don't your sister know? Sukesuke Haruhi, a strange phenomenon hunter."
"Because you're an executive in an intelligence organization, that doesn't mean you know everything. I know he's some kind of freak who calls himself a weirdo hunter or something."
"Because it's to the extent that it's known at rumor level in the paranormal industry. Anything. If you check with your own eyes the rumors of a strange phenomenon called urban legend, you can take it as your ability."
"What?"
Listening to the nights, Sylvia is lightly wary.
"That sounds like a frowning rumor, but if that were actually possible, it would mean the owner of a hell of a force, wouldn't it?
For what night words, Sylvia agreed.