True, Johnny and Charles headed to town to shop. Mainly for dinner tonight.
"It's unusual to buy food instead of groceries."
Charles says as he walks.
"It must be that one. This town's got a lot to eat because it's delicious."
"I hope so."
Johnny said with a smile, but Charles had a bad feeling and was spilling a smile.
Charles had a hunch.
When I went to the grocery store, there was all kinds of smell. The streets are lined with dewstores and all kinds of groceries are sold, but nothing is appetizing.
"The smell of meat is drifting so much."
"The number of pigeons you want is terrific."
"If you bake it and season it, you'll be with me. Let's buy..."
True, Charles, Johnny says. Especially if it's this unusual number of cravings that make you lose your appetite.
Both meat and vegetables have the impression of being bored. There were some fruits that reflected brilliantly, but they were all substitutes for obscure shapes that I had never seen, making it difficult to get my hands on.
"Oh, I know this. It's Baobab."
I said with true pointing to the great fruit of thin, dirty yellow and green. I've seen it on TV before.
"You can't fit in with one hand."
Johnny takes Baobab's fruit and squeals.
"Looks like Johnny liked it and I'll buy some of these"
"I don't like anything."
Hearing the true words, Johnny laughs and slaps his true head gently with Baobab's fruit.
"None of this is cheap helpful"
And, true.
"Look at that one. What's wrong with cancer, that one?"
In the direction Johnny pointed to, he had his neck cut off and the sheep who had cut his hair hung upside down, blushing with a burner.
"Oh, I know that one. Say smokey. It's a dish that mows old sheep's hair and burns the surface in a burner to make it black."
Charles explains.
"My guts don't get out when I cook them. The meat tastes like smoke. Of course, I'll wash the black beans later. It's forbidden in Europe, though. That's why immigrants from Africa in Europe are in love with Smokey."
"Why are you banned?
Johnny asks.
"There are all kinds of germs on the surface of sheep, some of which are deadly nasty. Most people die from burner fire, but there's a chance that the bacteria won't die. I won't be the first to remove the built-in, so there may still be bacteria here."
"I see..."
Though I tried to say that, Johnny didn't really understand the rationale.
On the way home, it looks like Don Patch has started again, and the gunshots are coming from somewhere.
I brought my weapon, but I'm hesitant to fight for the three of us. We don't even know how many enemies we have.
"For once, let's just go"
True says.
"Right. If you're in danger, you can run."
"Ouch. I have to keep what I bought."
Charles and Johnny responded, trying to get to where the gunshot came from.
"You shouldn't go that way. If the soldiers go now, there's nothing more we can do. It's a late festival, and if the soldiers confirm their appearance, they may turn back and break out again. So don't go any further."
The old man raises his hand and controls the true ones.
"What happened?
True asks the old man.
"We're throwing grenades from one end of the house while the bandits run their motorcycles. That's what they always do. After those guys run away, many homes are blowing up. Every family in there."
Charles and Johnny give a sinister look to an old man who looks sad.
"Wow, that's a town. Even in the city I grew up in, Don Pachi happened once in a while, but..."
"I know what you're trying to say. The city of Euthanasia I grew up in was similar, but it was only a struggle between the muscles."
"Oh... the thieves here and the rest of us are aggressively targeting and killing citizens."
"I don't know what it feels like to get to that point"
Where Johnny and I were truly talking, Charles wanted to say, "It's common in comics," but he kept it to himself because it's not an atmosphere he could say.
"Let's take a short cut home through the back alley so we may be running all over the city and can't find it"
Charles urges me, and the three of them go into the back street.
As I entered the back street, I saw the sight of my chest squirming. At the corner of the road, a child, only three or four years old, is rolling lost about a third of his body. Of course he's dead. The maggots are boiling in massive quantities.
"Oops... isn't this the best place I've ever been around for the truth? Have you ever seen Charles worse?
Johnny asks Charles.
"I wonder if it was when I was hired by the vigilante in Mexico for about four months. Fighting between the vigilante and the drug cartel intensified, and the cartel killed women and children in retaliation. Honestly, it was worse than here. I was laughing and shooting at them and putting them up on the Internet."
"Oh...... I saw a little of that. I hate to say it, but the organization I belonged to was connected to a drug cartel around here."
When I heard about Charles, Johnny flaunted his face.
"In Mexico, the police and the military alone can't help it, and the vigilante has been organized and even hired as a mercenary, but they haven't reported that the vigilante could be a new drug organization, or that it's connected to a drug cartel. The vigilante was also slapped. So, the president of that reported TV station was tightly adhering to drug cartels, and that's what I found out, so come on. Hard. Hundreds of town vigilantes gathered there to surround the airport in an attempt to evacuate the family, caught them lightly, and killed them all together."
"Ha ha, that's a shuddering story"
"If that's the only way to kill him, did he still kill his family and faint?
Listening to Charles, Johnny laughed furiously, but told him to blame the truth.
"Ahem? I think you're guilty of the same crime. I lived in luxury with the dirty money he earned. Even if legally innocent, people's minds must have been punished because it was considered an unforgivable sin."
"You don't know what kind of person that family is. If the whole family, like the president of that TV station, could have been killed, but you just got caught up in it because you're family."
"Hmmm...... if you ask me...... But if we do it, it'll be hard to talk. That's how I honestly feel."
Be honest with your emotions, Johnny, after understanding true reason.
"Let me tell you, it wasn't the vigilante who killed my family, it was the stupid president."
Charles sarcastically says.
"Anyway, you two, be careful not to lose your mind this time. The city itself is in the middle of the battle zone. You know the difference between a battlefield and a safe area off the battlefield, right? This is the former. When you're in the city, you're gonna forget about it, but stay conscious."
"I feel like I did this before and before. Well, I'll take it even worse this time."
When I heard Charles' attention, the truth said.
The first assignment given to the mercenaries was to escort NGOs for a month.
"Is it just for a month?"
You're a blank time hole filler.
"Our job wasn't originally to be an escort. You ran out of manpower and you were over there."
"In a month's time, a United Nations security force will come and take over the escort."
"Lately, then, the U.N. forces have also begun to escort NGOs."
The mercenaries who heard the mission will talk.
"That UN force will protect us, bringing in cholera to take more than 10,000 victims, or enjoying the rape of victims in exchange for support for supplies. Not at all reliable. Huh? Hahaha"
The new home was flying out of place careless jokes and laughing alone, heaving the air.
Since NGOs go to settlements and villages everywhere, they provide escorts both when travelling and during medical treatment and food distribution.
"It is an important task that I will rely on your reputation. Make sure you keep them safe."
In front of the mercenaries, the commander tells them.
"Copy that. How dare you aim all the way to NGO. Give me a mission to kill Bubbaba, the leader of the bandits, when you're done with that mission. That's the quickest thing you can do."
When the new home says, the commander looks in trouble.
"I wish I knew where you were. I keep skilfully hiding, and I can't talk about it at the moment."
It's a one-man operation that depends on the head, so it seemed like the organization would collapse if even the head was killed, but the head himself knows that, so he won't go out in public, so he keeps hiding.
"The bandits are hard to say a single rock organization. There are some aspects of instant and immediate people gathering to ravage Usa Sunshine, and some of them are not happy that they left the bandits in that state."
"Hmmm..."
Hearing the commander's story, the new home is conceived.
And somehow he starts pounding his ears on the commander.
"Are you all right?
"I'll take care of it."
To the skeptical commander, a new home laughing at. The mercenaries naturally don't know what they told you.
"You know, I'm gonna let you skip a few days now. I'll leave command to Simon."
The new house turned to the mercenaries and said.
"What are you up to?
Simon asks.
"Secret. If you succeed, I'll send you to praise me"
The mercenaries were anxious for their new home to tell in a magnificent tone.