"If you go in here and get pinched back and forth, isn't that a good time? If that happens, I'll be asking you all year in hell."
Johnny complained as he picked it out for himself and left it in, but now he didn't seem to be in crisis.
"If we were always walking on the same walking course and they knew the walking route in advance, it wouldn't be realistic to pinch them conveniently in anticipation of our movements, even though there are plenty of alleys and divides. I can clean it up right here."
True as I say, take the grenade out of your nose and gently put it in the shade of the trash.
"Whoa, that's what you carry around the city?
"They told me it was dangerous, so I made my clothes bulletproof."
"Ha, you don't have a loophole. You can imitate me, right? If I'm to blame, can I just say I did a true imitation?
He stops and looks back after walking for a while as he talks. A sharp five-eyed group, obviously unlikely to be firm, enters a narrow back alley with a killer in mind.
After they entered the back alley, True and Johnny, who were being pursued, turned around, and, although nervous for a moment to see them waiting and looking at themselves, they immediately regained their minds and tried to pull out their scores in unison.
But the truth pulls out the gun faster than that, and shoots. The aim is at their feet - a grenade placed in the shade of a trash can.
An explosion occurs and a blast does not blow through the narrow back alley.
"Hey idiot! Come on, it's gonna be close! There would have been quite a blast this way!
It was true with Johnny that the blast blew up a large amount of trash falling in the back alley and showered them all up.
"I thought it would be okay if we stayed this far away. Sorry."
True apologizes as he pays for the trash on his body.
After the smoke cleared, five people were rolling in corpses.
"I cleaned up a little. I didn't do anything."
Johnny looks down at the five bodies and smiles as he strokes his bald head.
"You could have caught one, or let him get away on purpose and pinpointed Ajito."
True said.
"I can handle it just fine. I would have died alone. Oh, thank you. Little Bitch Night."
Johnny in a loose tone.
"So Johnny's the Princess?
"Stop it, you disgusting bitch"
The two of them get out of the opposite direction early, tapping lightly across the back alley. It is troublesome to be witnessed by those who hear the explosion.
"Oh, no, wait, those two"
Back on the street, there was a man who called Truth and Johnny to rest.
Turning in the direction of his voice, there was a middle-aged man dressed suspiciously out of place. From the astrologer style costume, I don't belong in this country, and if you look at my face, you can tell I'm Oriental.
The man was sitting in a chair with a table at the end of the road. On the table are props of fortune, such as crystal spheres and cards.
"It's unusual to be Japanese in such a place. Neither do I. I just wanted to get back to work while I was traveling."
Look at the truth, a man speaks in Japanese. At a time when Japanese travel to such a noisy country, the truth is suspicious.
"I'm just a fortune teller, as you can see. You two are feeling very funny. Just let me get it for free."
Back in English, a man sued. By the way, the official language around here is Spanish.
True and Johnny face each other. Johnny urged him to go ahead with his fingers, so he had no choice but to sit in the chair in front of the table and face the occupier.
"You're the type of person who gets attention from around, but you often don't care what you say, and you seem to be swinging around and getting smoked out of your surroundings trying to get through self-assertions. But there's no such thing as character or avoidable by people. The outside surface is blurry, but is actually prone to being driven by passion. Mm-hmm. I don't really try to get through me, I try to listen to people's words honestly, but it's lucky."
"Wahaha, you can say whatever you want, dude. It must be a hit."
Listening to the fortune teller, Johnny laughed strangely and truly imagined herself flashing in her head.
"All right, I'll see you next."
A fortune teller looking up at Johnny and giggling.
"No... no... I'm fine..."
Johnny glances at himself with all his thoughts and dislikes.
"Why do you refuse? I'm the only one who's cheating and you're not. [M] Do it."
"Ha... I'll do it then"
Standing up. Truly told, Johnny exhales loudly and sits in a chair.
"Hmmm...... it's unusual for a man to fake himself as much as you do that you don't match the look and contents either. No, man, but you're a feminine man."
"Hey, what!?
Hearing the words of the fortune-teller who told him with his hands in front of him, Johnny raised his voice with his face as much as he could.
"Is it feminine, both in terms of thinking, receiving, and perhaps carrying conversations, as well as in terms of their usual positions? Yeah. And that's the maiden's. He's got a delicate personality, he's troublesome, he's depressed right away."
"I'm kidding!
Johnny rises with anger.
"Let's go, true"
The result of fortune seemed so disturbing that Johnny was walking with his shoulders jerked off.
"Here."
I walk for a while, see the store Johnny stopped at, and the truth is I look up at Johnny unexpectedly. He was an antique shop.
"I can't imagine you. You had this kind of hobby."
"I think so, too. I love antiques to my hungry bastards. While I was dating, I sprouted into the same hobby. It's a golden hobby that gets me in trouble."
Truly said, Johnny laughs lightly.
"Mercenary income is a sparrow tear. How'd you earn your job before you got here?
When the truth asks, Johnny turns off his grin.
"You know... I don't know about Japan, but my country, then my income. This is a bad question for the air, so don't ask."
"Okay. Sorry."
True to apologize to Johnny for being sinister and careful.
"And you're strictly forbidden to talk about politics. You shouldn't touch this guy when he gets close. Well... even in some states, the courtesies and taboos of that hand are subtly different, and it's tricky. At least it was like that where I was."
Johnny talks as he walks inside the store and looks around at a bunch of antiques lined up inside.
"Politics is taboo in Japan, but the guy who occasionally rashes on biased ideas tells a flat, perky political story in public, don't buy it."
"Oh, that kind of thing is in America, too. I got a teacher like that for you. We all laughed when we saw that car bonnet say" mother fucker "to someone."
"You wrote that?
"Why would I do that! What do you think of me?
The clerk's grandmother becomes a menacing face to Johnny, whose voice is absurd. Johnny looked like a bum when he saw it.
"I think I'll buy him some souvenirs too... I'll accompany you to the grave."
He took a small plate depicted with strange texts in his hand, and Johnny shrugged with a nostalgic look.
After shopping, True and Johnny head back to the inn where the mercenaries are.
"The Japanese astrologer, Hoshizumita Mao, is a little bit of a topic. It's a good hit."
"Seems like enough to queue up."
Hearing the mercenaries had such a conversation, True and Johnny looked at each other.
"Hi-just a little bit more like that? There was no queue."
"There won't be so many Japanese fortune-tellers here, and that would be it"
True I wonder if the queue happened.
"Do you know what you astrologers are talking about?
A mercenary named Elliot calls out.
"Then I saw you earlier, and you got the fortune. Tell him to let me divine it from the other side..."
"Hey, don't say anything extra, idiot"
Johnny blocking his true mouth to report.
"Heh, what did they say?"
Charles sees Johnny behave and embarks on himself with intrigue.
And that's where my new home came down from upstairs.
"Logan contacted me. Tomorrow and the day after."
Upon hearing reports of the new home, the mercenaries paid attention to the new home.
"Your next mission is to attack a field that grows drugs, managed by a mafia connected to an anti-government guerrilla. They're protected by a good number of soldiers. He's already left the government four times."
Some of the mercenaries were laughing invincibly at being pushed on a hard mission as expected.