"Why are you so alert to battlefield tea time?
When receiving a request from Hojo, Hayama asked.
"It's only natural to be alert. It was not just a unified and stable American underground organization. The police couldn't follow him, and they sent an army, but they left. And I'm one of the seven largest organizations in the world. No, I made the world's six largest organizations the world's seven. These dangerous people are trying to make Japan a new market."
Hojo talks with his eyebrows raised.
"That's why you chose me to be a freelance cleaner in the back street who can do whatever you want, without being a hub, without being a public security officer.
There is one too. But I'm also sure I anticipated an arm. It was thanks to you that I became Inspector General and Chief Executive Officer of the Centre. You worked well that time. [M] Above all, you helped my family. "
The words of Hojo are true. Everything is true and true.
"I get irritated by the maggots. At that time, I was still in a hurry, and I had a lot of trouble."
Hayama floats with a smile.
"I'm going to ask you again, thanks to you, to be more difficult. I have a profound business."
"Speaking of which, why would Hojo-san give it to the back street hub while standing in the position of Inspector General?
Hayama touches on previous questions.
"Could it be the opposite? Maybe the back street face is the real thing, using the power of the police."
Hojo laughs hard.
"Well, the theory is that I and Yuji Hayama are intrinsic, and the possibility of using the power of maggots is slight."
"When I talk about it, it goes back to the roots of my career as a police official."
Now Hojo smiled.
"My father was a police bureaucrat, but the police were much worse back then. The prestige of the police was such an organization that it symbolized the state power itself, cursed by a rotten face. In order to solve the case, it was necessary to disguise the case or even fabricate it. The police were not an organization defending the people, they were an organization corrupt in defending their authority. My father resented such police corruption and was struggling to change the organization. I had a lot of painful thoughts, I couldn't fulfill my ideals, I looked at a lot of dirty parts of the organization, and I was always complaining and regretting at home. I always felt like I wanted to avenge such a father."
After that, Hojo exhales a lot.
"The police are better now because there were not only me, but also many people in the police department who succeeded my father's will. There is also the rise of the back street. In the old way, the very significance of police presence is also in danger. We needed a certain amount of strength. That's why I got two powers."
I see.
Hayama feels that if he had the power of the back street, he would have thought of eliminating conflicting individuals and factions within the police organization and stopping speech. It is impossible to ensure the complete safety of individuals, whether under the protection of State authority or not. In Hojo, even assassinations within the organization can be handled as accidents. I can ask whether it has been raised by such means.
"But the Commissioner of Police is not very kind right now."
"It's just a titled, disempowered doll. That's better."
At the suggestion of Hayama, Hojo had a distorted smile.
Ten nights, the three of them, Shaking and Shaking, were taken by the chick man, and moved to the place where the inhabitants of the back street gathered to enter and exit the immigration cave.
That was a church. And as I went down the staircase that led to the basement in the church, there was a fairly large hall where the inhabitants of the backstreet, including the immigrants, were hanging.
"It feels like it's just another world."
Ten nights of gazing at the hall and expressing his thoughts. The area of the hall is clearly larger than that of the association. Floors and walls are clean and beautiful. Round tables lined up with artwork such as statues and paintings hang from the chandelier. The interior is a bit like a expensive restaurant.
"The manager here is the organizer of the back street of the immigration cave?
The chief asks.
"The owner of this place is an immigrant from an immigration ghetto who makes a lot of money on the back street. But the position in the immigration cave is not large. I'm just the one who's offering a place. In the old days, there used to be a facilitator in the back street of the immigration cave, but he also felt more like a facilitator in times of trouble than a boss in the immigration cave."
The chick explains.
"I've already told you about the serial murders of immigrants. I'm gonna get some information from me and the guy who hasn't registered naked sex. You guys have lunch."
That said, the chick man turned to gather information, so the three members of the resistance decided to have lunch in the meantime.
Something's not right.
While eating, the chick sees the man arguing behind the hall and murmurs at night.
"Look who sees the bad vision. This is the lair of chimpanzees."
And he looked at the hall and said. As always, chimpanzees of this era also refer to the bottom residents of the back street. Anyone who commits a minor crime, or is entrusted with a dangerous job with a stiff sum of money, is just a user. Many arrests are made without the person's knowledge to attract the attention of the police.
"You showed me something ugly. Ah, back street, but here are the people at the bottom of the back street."
The returning chick told him with a tired face.
"Some of you are powdery."
Looking at the corner of the hall, the shake raised his voice. It was a fairly loud voice, so some people turned their faces to the table where they were shaking.
"It's pathetic, but the immigration caves are full of cheap, illegal drugs."
"People in the backstreets rarely trade cheap, dangerous drugs."
After listening to the chick man, the chick frowned. Thinning illegal drugs and mixing up strange things are super cheap illegal drugs. They are also shunned in the back street. And because it's too cheap and I only buy about as much as immigrants, it's difficult to establish it as a business, and there's no organization to do it.
"Wouldn't it be better to be honest about legal drugs? Even though it's cheap, it doesn't feel very good, but I heard that there is only a clear risk of addiction and bud trip."
And, wobble.
"Even if you divide drugs into legal and illegal drugs with little addiction or dangerous Shiyok symptoms, you seek out prohibited thrills and seek out dangerous illegal drugs even though the condition of kimari is not very different. That's how humans are made."
The chick said.
"Are there organizations that sell super cheap illegal drugs?
"I don't think so. It's a personal sale of chimpanzees. It's about pocket money."
The chick shrugs his shoulders to answer the question.
"What other business is going on here? There's no organization. We're all individuals?
This time, ten nights asked me a question.
"There's also an organization. It's just a small one. He runs a business model like Yakuza at the bottom of a long time ago. I'm going to let you use the crest, so you're going to flick the violence and make money, and you're going to pay the money. The way it was done was regulated by law, and it disappeared in the back street, but it still remains in the immigration cave."
He was a chick who talked about the situation behind the immigration cave with a disgusting face. Even in the same back street, the three of them realized that the chick man was impressed by the fact that the immigration cave was low in hierarchy and had only a cheap business with chickens.
"Once upon a time, the face of a pussy named Damascus's chest was very good at putting together people in this area, but now that he's gone, I feel disturbed. Still, we don't just betray the same immigrants."
"You didn't betray me?
It was the poor immigrant in the hall who spoke up. I'm not alone, I'm a five-member immigrant.
"There's been a murder by Hateclimbs all over this immigration cave. The discovery has been delayed, but more than a dozen family slaughter scenes have been found."
"I can't believe I heard a call for help from the house next door in the middle of a murder."
"What the hell is going on? Besides, even if it's too much....."
The immigrants talked one after the other as if they were blaming the chicks.
"We want to know. We are a cleaner hired to investigate and solve the case. Try searching the cleaners' organization and the Resistance."
I insist with a slightly uneven face. Four of the immigrants will be checked online immediately.
"That dusty resistance... I heard you're quite a militant."
One seemed to know, without looking into it, and was roaring in awe.
"The three of you are one of the killers, and it's on the Internet."
A woman, one of the immigrants, told me after searching. Ten nights and a shake opened his eyes in dismay. He narrowed his eyes on the contrary.
"Seriously..."
Shaking stood up and peered into the immigrant holographic display.
"It's not our fault, but what do you think?
"At least it's more believable than the suspicious people on the riverbed. This rumor is spread by the immigration revolutionary idiots wandering along the riverbed."
When Akira asked the immigrants, the elderly immigrant said with a calm face.
"Yeah, they're a lot stranger like the Immigration Revolutionary Army. It's no wonder whoever did it tailored the killer and cleared the rabbit while he was hunting witches."
"They have some pretty bad rumors. I wonder if he's connected to an overseas mafia that's different from the back street, such as violence against the opponent he was arguing with, or trouble outside the immigration cave."
Immigrants turned their suspicions toward the Revolutionary Immigration Army, so they responded to important information and thoughtful words while relieved for ten nights.
"Do you have a story about being connected to an overseas mafia?
Ten nights ask.
"The first video that the chick showed us when Ricardo was killed was made by white and black people who were not racial Japanese or immigrants."
He deliberately shouted loudly to confirm. Not only the five immigrants, but also the people in the hall.
"After all, serial murders are also the work of the Immigration Revolution. That's why they tried to sin against us."
Add more. In fact, I think it is what I said. That's all I can think of right now.
Pedro and Vivian went back to the homeless city of the riverbed, where the Revolutionary Immigration Army was based, and explored the web about the three Resistance.
"I would like to try these guys as a cleaner organization. Results and ratings are mixed... Besides, I gained strength at the Yukioka Institute... What is Yukioka Research Institute...?
Vivian, who is not a resident of the back street, was unaware of the existence of the Yukioka Institute.
"I've heard of it. He said that if you go there and become a test bench for mad scientists, you will gain extraordinary power. There's a chance he'll die if he fails."
I'm not from the back street, but Pedro knew.
"Hmmhmm... this is nice. Very good. We, the Immigration Revolutionary Army, need to be remodeled here to gain strength."
"Yeah..."
Pedro publicly voiced disgust when Vivian glanced at the site of the Yukioka Laboratory and confirmed the outline.
"Rumor has spread that murders are happening everywhere."
Pedro changes the subject. In fact, he knows that murder itself is going on everywhere.
"That's not good. Ufufufu... I'm sure it'll work."
Pedro looked worried, even though he was a smiling Vivian.