Although Marcella had a lot of pussies in her organization, she was nevertheless a dependable being from an immigrant constituent. Because he was the only executive in immigration and put the word and deed of thinking about immigrants first.
Marcella had always prevented the coup when it was about to happen once. Where there is division within the tissue, there will be sacrifices, the tissue will weaken, to the great detriment. But when the limits are exceeded, if you are prepared to the detriment but do not rebel, the ruling side will continue to do whatever it wants on track. Marcella therefore sees this rebellion as inevitable.
Marcella looked down on Zhou because she thought he was an idiot, and for various reasons he disliked him, but he had hesitation in betraying him. It wasn't that there was no benevolence at all, and there were many parts of me that I couldn't totally dislike or find hateful. As a result, there is also the point that it was not immediately treasonous.
But now I'm glad I had a coup. It's neat.
(But... some of the reason Zhou was originally a fool, but our organization splits. No, you've got a lot of guys coming out)
Brick. Makoto Aizawa, a killer dedicated to Junko Yukioka for some reason. And I don't know who asked me to, but Ohashi Law One. Marcella sees that there could be more in the future, and some of them will be watching how things are going.
(The Bridge Act of the End of the House...)
Marcella shows multiple holographic displays with the best information on the law bought from an information organization.
(Couldn't you use some more good pictures? Or is this guy badly photographed? The real thing is a better guy, but the images aren't good enough)
Think about that with a blurry view of its face.
Marcella had a strong interest in Law One. Not only in terms of strength as a doomsday, but also in human terms. No, I was clearly conscious as one man.
That's when Muang Chai sends me an email.
"Ohashi was meeting a girl in his office"
Marcella looks annoyed when she sees the email she sends. And I ordered Muang Chai to e-mail me to find out what the girl and her traits were.
Athletic Slime Chinese Azito.
"Ahhh! I'm annoyed! My men have been so murdered, Conoyaro!
A circumference that causes eclampsia and sprinkles on room objects. My men were unresponsive as usual, but Ondrei looked at the perimeter with a frightened look.
"I want to talk about future policies, so it's time to calm down"
When Hiroshi speaks, Zhou stops hitting eight and sits on the desk.
"As a worst prediction, there is still a chance that there will be more enemies. That starter named Bridge Law I may be hired by an illegal drug organization in the industry, not Marcella. Marcela hired me to make some uncomfortable moves and interactions."
"Oh well. Well, enemies are enemies, so you just have to do it. Let's hire a strong Ondrey teacher from the outside again."
"Unfortunately, it's making it harder to hire troops externally. Athletic Slime's internal protests are rumoured even in the back streets. Including the fact that both factions have been remodeled by Junko Yukioka and are fighting over it. Thanks to this information, the barbarians have been denied requests."
"Ngugu, right... but that's the same for Marcella, and if you look for her, like Dr. Andrei, there's still someone to hire you, right?
"I'm looking for that now, but unfortunately I haven't found it so far. It's a paying situation."
"Ngu..."
Zhou keeps roaring with his face on his desk in an erudite that reports calmly.
"You also have the choice of running away already. There is a good species of life in this country."
As for Hiroshi, I thought I should run away without making any more sacrifices, but I also knew Zhou wouldn't approve of that, and I mouthed the choice.
"I also like the word" dead and blooming flowers ". Ma, it is certainly foolish to die willingly, but it is more foolish to escape without fighting. I can still fight... I wonder?
"It would have been better if there had been no dialogue after that weakness."
Listening to Zhou's dialogue, his men's faces clouded and Hiroshi sighed.
(The fact that immigrants and Chinese, both undergoing modified surgery for Junko Yukioka, are fighting each other, is that both are danced to be good for Junko Yukioka? He's the one who could be behind this fight.)
That's what I thought, Ondrei, but don't talk to me. Saying that around here doesn't make me feel like I can't help you.
Yukioka Institute. Living room.
Junko and True kept talking next to Akajo Yi and Yukioka Fever Jiro playing chess.
"I think I've gotten round to this. The street is not involved. The person who fell into the back street is the one who jumped into the danger zone on his own, and the fact that he was in the back street organization is like saving his life in the organization, so I don't think there's anything unreasonable about being treated like that. Besides, I haven't done that many dangerous experiments so far, and I didn't die in the middle of research, and I ran wild and became a monster this time, okay? Maybe. I think you could appreciate it around here. True, I'm aware of your eyes, and I've done my best around them."
Junko, as usual, was trying to persuade me in a calm tone, but the truth is that it still doesn't fit the counter-invention.
(Ma, only once later, super dangerous for the experimental bench, I'm just going to try the awesome one too.)
Junko sneaking around in his mouth.
"I gave you a compromise, so you're telling me to compromise? No... there are parts of me that I think I can appreciate a little bit, but apart from that, it's true that you're risking someone else's life. I don't know what else to do to help people in need."
"No... I'm not a righteous scientist who helps people in need, I'm a mad scientist who does anything for research..."
He was a pure child who said he was in trouble and wanted help.
"Then don't be a Mad Scientist."
"I've told you this many times, too. Come on, instead of telling you to stop with your mouth, it was true that it was your role and your goal to make you stop with your strength - wasn't it? If it doesn't go that far now, no matter how much you don't like it, you just have to accept the results. Okay?
Truly, completely mucky, Junko opens his uncontrolled grin and preaches in a gentle voice.
"I don't know how many times I've heard that interaction again... At the end of the day, I always settle for that argument."
Yi whispers in Hot Jiro's ear.
"I'm also the end of the Mad Sie Tennis, so I sympathize with Junko, and I want to put him on my shoulder, but then I can't because there's no true standing..."
In a voice that only Yi can hear, Hot Jiro said.
"Uh... it's extra, but I came up with it. A good way for True to yield Junko"
But Yi couldn't take it anymore, and whilst he thought it was impeccable, he spoke out.
"What?"
True to ask after being underestimated because it is the way Yi came up with anyway.
"It's just, it's a color trick. Color tricks."
"Yeah..."
Junko opens his mouth with confidence in his fortitude to answer. Hot Jiro has a jitty eye.
"That's a game we can definitely win anymore, and I dare seal it"
"What!?
"Eh!
Junko and Yi give a voice of surprise to the words out of their true mouths.
"You said something extra... Anyway, that hand is not the only one. I've thought about it many times."
"I do!?
Even more surprising for the further words out of his true mouth, Junko.
"I see. We just stick together and it's resolved, but are we just sending it forward? I don't know why. Yes, Royal Hand"
"Ugh..."
When Hot Jiro shrugged and put the pawn down, Yi moaned when he saw the stuffing.