(Aizawa Shin and Brick, and an Athletic Slime immigrant? But this tranquil air - was it one step ahead of the training ground? If it's a protest premise from the start, there's something wrong with each other's standing. From that outfit where they all lined up and faced each other, it's obvious that it was a negotiation. And from this air, he says it's cracked)
When an intelligence organization hears that there has been movement on the Athletic Slime immigrants, they arrive at the underground parking lot where they are, Law One conceives, daring them to expose themselves before the two forces opposite them.
(Which way……. Or do nothing to keep you still? If I show up on the field like this and watch it quietly, is it hard for both of us to move?
The solidification of the air on both sides was felt strange by Law One.
(Regardless of the brick, it will soon be relative to Makoto Aizawa. Don't make a lot of money if you can sharpen it here)
Fuichi intends to reward Junko Yukioka sooner or later, and in that case, True, who is the exclusive killer of Junko Yukioka, considers it natural to be hostile.
(He... what are you going to do? I don't care what you think, you'll turn to our enemies, and you won't move. Maybe...... a hopeful observation, but that you're also hostile to Aizawa Shin and Brick?
Look at Law One, Marcella thinks.
"He's not trying to move. Aren't you hostile to Athletic Slime?
"I've been hostile in the meantime, but maybe things are different now"
Lei and True whisper to each other.
(The intention is to kill me. [M] This is definitely going to be an enemy. I don't know if you're making it hostile even to me. You think he's gonna crush all the guys involved in this fight?
Truth is, I look to Law One and question its inexplicable intent to kill.
(Well... don't get lost. what to do)
Law One rotates its head at high speeds while alternating gaze with stiff bricks and immigrants.
(Whoever chases two ravens does not get a ravenous ravens? No, you're not. This is like a chess collapse for the four of us. Are you going to crumble the point that you can crumble without greed, or are you going to place a bet to win in order to outrun all the other Ments?)
If it is a one-on-one battle, yet, if all three other forces are enemies, it is ideal to give one force and leave the others, and Law One will judge.
"Mr. Ohashi! Please help me!
The equilibrium collapsed from where I had no idea. One of the immigrants asked for help by nominating Law One. It was Muanchai.
(That guy, you gonna distract him with that? You think you can pull me in disintegrally? They're not that simple here.)
Watching Muang Chai makes me laugh.
"Nice toss, Muanchai. Ohashi! These are the enemy!
Marcella, however, sees the opportunity and pulls out the gun, looks at the best of the law and screams.
The shootout begins. Rewards due to paranormal forces are also initiated.
"So if I don't get on my side, what are we gonna do..."
Blurry and law both pulled out their guns a little behind, joining Marcella and the others. It is true that I aimed and shot first.
(He was sending a killer to me, and I knew it would come)
Aware of Law One, Truth inflates killing.
"This is..."
True killer, Law One was whining and spilling a smile in a less inspiring voice.
(Pretty face, faceless, that's an enthusiastic appeal backwards from looking like that)
Such a feeling that the electromagnetic waves continue to pierce your skin uninterrupted, like a spear. I have never felt such ferocious killing before.
"Let's fly..."
Law One whines consciously. I remember all the sorrows of this world, all the tragedies, all the irrationals, all the misfortunes, all the contradictions, all the evils, all the things I've ever seen in my life, the stories I've indirectly learned, those. I carry it.
Keep listening, watching and thinking about stories that make you want to block your ears on TV, in newspapers, online, in person, and replace it with yourself as if it were your experience.
Elementary school student who was bullied by a strange name and driven to suicide. A woman whose spirit was driven by her husband's domestic violence and whose husband's family joined it in stabbing all her husband's family, but who was sentenced to death without any extenuating circumstance. A daughter who was treated as a bad guy and continued to be raped by her mentally retarded brother from the age of 10 to the age of 20, and fell pregnant with her child many times, and her parents looked at it and pretended not to see it. A man who emerged in the workplace and, during his marriage, lost everything due to a demented injustice. Despite the dangerous age of childbirth, the unscrupulous birth of a politician through his own self who wants a child, a child born without one hand or one foot after Down's syndrome, and extremely low immune to the disease. Call yourself maggots, you're always negatives, the doomsday guy I know.
(I know all about you guys. I remember. I'm thinking. Remind me here and let me use it as my food)
Turn grief, anger, all into your own concentration. Even increased concentration due to drug "outlets" is not necessary for Law One.
"Let's fly."
Even if you don't rely on drugs and such, Law One can fly. I can fly.
Law One and true shooting each other were remarkable lines. We're going to cut off the ballistics, and we're not completely out of tune with each other. I meant to read it, and the bullet flies in a different position from the reading.
Law One took one shot, true two, and inevitably received a bullet into its body. They are all inhibited by bulletproof fibers, but one shot eaten by Law One was in the knee of the foot. Bulletproof fiber prevents penetration, but not even shock and pain.
Truth was clearly aimed at the knee. Whether it's a battle creature or a human, it works great if it hits the joint part. Instead of aiming to kill directly at the chest or head, he first attempted a method of warfare that gradually weakened and blunted his movements.
Did you suffer serious damage to your bones, or your knee is paralyzed by Law One?
The movement of Law One is clearly dull. Truth sees it as a good opportunity, stopping at the feet and shooting it all at once.
"Let's fly..."
Knee paralysis was a level of obstruction to movement, but Law I moved his legs forcefully, with the effect of intense self-allusion.
At that time, Truth saw the face of Law One. Haunted shapes. There is no more suitable expression for the word "impatient".
It was only for a moment, but the truth was that I felt pressured. And I didn't miss a moment of it.
Law One shoots the gun. Convinced that the third shot will hit the true chest. It's a rubber bullet, so if you're not lucky enough, you won't die, but it could be enough to break your ribs.
But the truth is, I instantly regained the flickering delay. Shall I call it wild intuition? Or did the experience of hundred wars smell alive? I left my whole body to asphalt so that I could fall naturally horizontally. In that falling motion, I was avoiding the bullet.
The true movement was completely unpredictable. If he had tried to dodge it with a quick move, he could have read it to the best of the law to some extent, and would have either prefetched the move or shot it as he moved. But the truth was as if to mock the preface of such Law One, and just fell in line with the motion of Law One to pull the trigger.
This way of avoiding is what Truth has learned from looking at old prowls. There was a wrestler who took damage and pretended to fall, turning on the enemy's Special Attack. I've always wondered if I could use this.
(He's a little hungry...)
That dialogue, which is not voiced, is not a curse, but a praise. I said, "What is it?" Because I showed you the standing of a land that is a hungry ghost but can also be called an old ghost.
(That's fun...... Fun, sucks)
Spilling nature and a smile, Law One feels a sense of crisis.
(Thanks to the fun, it's hard to fight with negative thoughts on your back. Both concentration and explosion drop......)
No attempt is made to add pursuit to the truly fallen horizontally, and Law One re-bears all the shit in the world. Put yourself back in the shit.
I was really looking at Law One like that with a surprise.
(Aren't you going to attack me immediately? Even though it's a chance. And he was laughing)
While I thought it might also be some kind of trap, I got up from the true one and fired two guns.
Perfectly aligned with the true movement, LawOne had raised his gun and fired two shots back.
Law One was reading true muzzles and ballistics perfectly. The two bullets fired by Law I had each clashed in the air with the two bullets that had been true fired and had bounced off.
"Let's fly."
Lawichi laughed while dressed truly with the muzzle pointed at him, letting his usual dialogue whine with a voice that was also clearly audible to his true ear.
"This guy..."
True to groan by accident. I didn't see clearly with my naked eye what Law One did. Until the bullet moves on the boulder, it is not something that can be followed by motion vision. But still, I found out what the law did.
(I can't believe you can do the same thing as me. Besides... I didn't know you were going to do it to me, not the grocery fish guy...)
The truth was that I felt strongly engulfed in exaltation. My whole body is shaking up samurai. At the same time as the struggle boils, feelings resembling humiliation are swirling violently. Various emotions are blowing like storms, and cells all over the body make a huge chorus to fight, fight, kill, kill.
(Oh... I would kill you...)
I gave him a response toward his whole body, and the truth was I shot him even more.
That moment when Law One evaded and tried to shoot back...
"Bridge! Retreat!"
Marcella, full of bitterness, shouted with remorse and watered.
Nothing. I haven't even decided yet when I work with Marcella. I also thought I would continue to be interested in fighting strong enemies, Law One, but I think back to the fact that I am now in a position where I have contracted work requests from Spica, and I miss guns.
Marcella's men, both two mice taken and three miscellaneous non-mice, were already exhausted in the battle against bricks. Two more seriously injured. I've got less than half the people I can fight.
The brick side is not intact either. Zhang Qiang is squatting injured again. But it is clear which is the dominant one.
Marcella and her men escape. Lei and the others drop off without pursuit.
Law One follows Marcellas and the immigrants, as if they were to serve as lords.
Abandon the battle, and step back and escape while facing the truth. First, but truly, pursue relentlessly. But the bullet ran out three times.
True, Lei, Lin, Sun, and Zhang Qiang, who squatted, dressed to be left in the underground parking lot.
"What do you say you fly?"
True exhales and squeals loudly, reloading the gun and then nostalgic.
"Of course when I say that's what a man flies...... ghhh!
"Yeah, yeah, let's keep quiet up ahead"
Li Lei stepped on the head of Zhang Qiang, who tried to say something while squatting.