An anti-matter bomb went into the hands of a pregnant woman in a chitin sink, and the night dawned.
A big visitor arrived at the Japanese branch of the private oil field store.
"That's why this commotion seems about to be a good place. I wonder if the informers will now be able to get pregnant women to explore the kitchen sink."
A single, visiting white fox string spiral said with an unusual grin spread across his face, in front of Rafael Demon.
"I wonder what you refer to as a good place. It is repeatedly taken away and taken away. If you talked to a pregnant woman about a kitchen sink and even the calculation that the bomb would be handed over, I can tell the story."
Opposite the string screw, this is Raphael speaking faceless.
"As soon as it's in the hands of the client, the journey comes limited. If we're going to analyze it for mass production, it's not realistic to analyze it while we're moving, and if we do, they might return it."
"I can't wait to get mass-produced or something. I don't care if they say it's a good place for that reason."
Raphael is annoyed when he hears the string screw dialogue.
"Ideally, of course, it's a recapture before then, but in any case, the antimatter bomb itself is confirmed in return to the Americans, so you just have to take it easy, and you don't know if you shut up about the possibility of mass production"
"Don't try to get it done with that kind of problem. You may only care about decency, but we're not."
The string screw dialogue sounds terribly dishonest, or even peeved, to Raphael.
"Seems like that's what you want to do? 'Cause the beginning of this commotion is the end of the U.S. Army, and I wiped that ass. I don't want to take this one seriously, so I'm moving the back streets."
A string screw to say with a smile on his face, but only at this time, his eyes weren't laughing.
"Did I come all the way here to ask you to do something like that? Mr. Rafael is not the kind of person who doesn't know what it means to say no to it, and that's how he came to ask for it because it's possible?
Seeing what the string screw was about to say, Raphael exhaled small.
Everything the string screw said is true. The original end is on the American side, and Japan is handling the end. What's more, Japan is the most at risk.
If we stick around here, of course we won't be cooperating if anything happens in the future, and the relationship between the two can get worse than before. Even though we're getting on better with each other because of this, it ruins it, too.
Copy that.
Even considering their position, Rafael decided that it was Better for them to leave.
"But if it wasn't for me, there's a good chance I wouldn't have understood."
"I know that too."
To the words of Raphael, who spoke in a discarded dialogue, the grin of string screws turned into something profound.
(I don't take into account other people's positions, and trying to push me through all the time is the way Westerners have always done it. I think I know better than to hate it)
It was a string screw that poisoned plenty and whined in his mouth.
On Randy's behalf, the pregnant woman received a request call from Frost Root Taiichi of Kittin Sink again.
"That was fast."
Without even asking what the request was, Randy said.
"Did you also anticipate this request? A boulder."
Frostroot praises it in a voice that seems admirable in words but has no emotions at all.
"That's what you're telling me to do to get rid of the anti-matter bomb, isn't it?
"I initially planned on doing that. But things have changed. I want to make a completely different request '
Randy's reading seemed off.
"Request the transport of firearms to the port"
"You could do that there. This one... I'll do the haulier's job once and for all, but I'll pass for something less pointless"
Randy says clearly when he sees that he's going to put danger on this tissue again and try to bleed it out.
"The reward plays. And for you to be reasonable, our intentions must be conveyed."
"I guess. Finally, there's a delay in the analysis, and you want us to make that time?
"Your excellent insight helps because it saves me the trouble of explaining"
Randy conceives. I want to say no to the real deal, but it should also be beneficial in order to strengthen the presence and influence of an organization called the Dancing Heart. And we know that the compensation paid is broken, even at the time of the first surrender of the anti-matter bomb.
If you think positive or negative about the organization, it's definitely overwhelmingly positive. As a boss, I have to consider it at a loss.
"Take it on. but it is predicted to be a difficult job. The reward is the same as last time. Of course, let me add the necessary expenses later. Lost personnel shall also be accounted for as an expense"
'That's fine. I hope there aren't too many dead. So, the date, time and route...'
From there we enter into concrete negotiations. The specified date and time was unexpectedly tomorrow.
"You can move now, but is that convenient for you too?
'We don't think we can trace it to our storage in a day. And I can count on you guys for a day at best. The amount of time we take to analyze is less than two days. It's gonna be a lot of work for us. "
Listening to Frost Root, Randy is convinced. The first day is like a bad bet of minutes.
(I wish I could just find you in that first day. A lot of my people die again anyway. I don't want to get this job......)
Randy is heavy. As a boss, I got the job thinking about the benefits of the organization, but somewhere in my mind, if that's wrong, I hear a desperate appeal all the time.
But on the other hand, I can expect. Continuing to be involved in this commotion also means I wonder if there will be an opportunity to fight him.
On that day, True came to the headquarters of Sigh Addiction.
At first, Natsuko Takajo, the boss of the organization, and the three of us were chatting, but Natsuko takes his seat off on the way.
"You haven't confessed yet?
To true words, instant change complexion.
"Huh... ah..."
"Well, I know you're going to be a pain in the ass because you're part of the same organization, but it's compassionate anyway, and you should just get rich"
"Oh, oh, oh, what about you?"
"I'm talking about you. I've stretched my cheats without doing it, and I've missed it before."
True to honestly reveal every moment I say it back with agitation.
"Is that what happens to hot guys like you?"
"It's true that I'm hot, but the reality is that there's nothing hot about me unless I'm also a chara guy with a brain in his lower body. You'll never know for a hot guy, but it doesn't make sense to have to stick with the woman you like, and this doesn't make sense again unless it lasts right after you stick around."
"I assured you I'd be hot on my own! Super sick!
Every moment I look at my face as I wish. I am unnecessarily angry because I said I was not particularly proud of myself.
"It's true, and you weren't listening to me? Unless you want to eat a woman up, it's not a good thing. Besides, I'm not tall enough to have a hot element."
"I even said it was true... Hmmm... Hot guy has different things to say ~..."
"It's not possible in reality that heterosexual characters would come by and be hot around the characters who are often fiction, very ordinary - or can't be. But I ask fiction for that, I don't even deny it to my readers' dreams and romances. In reality, hotties are guys like me who have a good face and a decent lead."
It was true that he was talking and not realizing at all that he was diving more and more muddy with the intention of following.
"So don't say it yourself, little suke."
"Actually, yes, and because that's been the defo since I was little. I don't even feel like bragging about it on my nose. I'm just in trouble. I don't care if you fall in love with me. A hot guy, male or female, who's got his nose full of what he's hot, is a perfect idiot. That's all I can be proud of. Or a chunk of self-esteem, not even a rock. A hot, decent guy doesn't want to get his nose full of hot stuff."
"No, but if you say so yourself, it'll cool you down."
"But it's not convincing unless a hot person says so."
"I feel like I'm getting enough on my nose at the time I'm telling you"
"That's too twisted a way to take it. I'm not bragging."
"Because that's what I feel if you ask..."
"I mean, I was talking about you, but why am I hot? How can I be hot?
The story goes on without reckoning.
O My Rape HQ.
"Now, there's still no noticeable movement in the kitchen sink for pregnant women."
Sylvia whines as she checks out countless open holographic displays.
"Don't you even know the power of paranormal?
What night asks the question.
"Alongside us, it's one of the seven largest organizations in the world. You'll guard as much as you want."
"No more dancing heart?
"Bye. I'm sorry they did their job already. The enemy from here is a chicken sink in a pregnant woman."
"Sylvia is really stupid."
Ebony, who was in the same room, gives a shrieking voice.
"Ah? Why?"
"Once the blame for Hanbukushi Tsubakuzu has changed, they don't want to hang on to Hanbukushi Tsubakuzu as it is, they should hang on to it somewhere easy to understand and soothe it. Besides, the dancing heart will be done again."
"I see. But when it does, it's too late. Our job is to find out where we are before that happens."
Although I was annoyed at what they said was stupid, it was Sylvia who admitted that Ebony's reading would have hit me.