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Unlike Metallica, the constituents of Crimson have most of the faces and occupations on the table, with the exception of the lower end of the hierarchy, where each of the executives has his own office. But it doesn't mean the tie is weak.

We are all aware that we are part of a family, we help each other and we pledge our absolute loyalty to a top with charisma again.

It is arguably a style that has developed the Mafia of the Old Century more.

Annis' father, Mr. Big, who is at the top of the list, has had busy days sending instructions to the constituents usually in the office, but he doesn't consider Crimson's constituents just his men. Of course, some bullying is necessary, but they recognize it as a family that fights and helps everyone together. I won't abandon my people.

Crimson was initially a small, illegal organization that managed smuggling, gambling, and the operation of nasty stores, but Mr. Big takes over as boss. Against the backdrop of unique special weapons and the strength of the "Iron Code" adhered to by its constituents, it has now grown into a giant organization that divides society behind the entire United States.

And Ning, who had prior knowledge of such information, imagined a lot about a person named Mr. Big. An awesome scoundrel who made Annis' father and brought Crimson to its present size. What kind of person is that? Could it be a dangerous man like a bloodthirsty wolf? Or would it be a man like a snake, with his head cut off by a calm settling?

"Hi. I missed you, Nate"

The person in front of me was somewhat different from what the Ning imagined.

The top floor of the superskyscraper, that's Mr. Big's office. The Nings joined Anis at the airport and came to greet him, the head of the organization to be looked after from today, but the Mr. Big they actually met looked like a moderate personable person.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Big"

"Hmm. I've heard a lot about you from my daughter. You've come a long way. What's the matter? Sit down."

He was recommended to sit on a lavish couch, and the Ning did as he was told.

"What about cigars?

"Oh, no. I'm fine."

"Right. Then I'll be excused."

Big one who lights a cigar and blows smoke in a pleasant way. Not obese but with a good physique, a fine moustache, grey-dyed hair, and a tailored suit.

Well, it doesn't even look that way if you're called a big gangster. But even if it's usually called the CEO of a large corporation, it's a convincing style. He didn't seem very much like his daughter.

"How's it going, Daddy? Like I said, you're a nice guy. Ugh."

Annis sitting next to the Ning people is nicotine. They call me Daddy when I talk to him directly.

Ning said, "Give me a break." No matter how personable they look, they're the worst people in the world. It's inconvenient not to be judged an unreachable person who puts his hands on his daughter and hates him.

But the big look remains bright. Ning made a good impression.

"Right. That's the young man Ennis expected. He has sweet eyes."

"Isn't it? And it's so bad, yo!

"Right or right. Ha-ha-ha."

"Eh heh heh."

Big sneezed and stroked Annis' head. Parents and children seem to have some fun and have the illusion that it's a home drama.

Annis seemed to really like his father, either because it had been a long time or because he seemed sweet.

"... ha..."

"Anyway, you ran up Metallica in just a few years and came all the way to this me. It's a big deal."

"Thank you"

"Whoa. Don't be so hard on me, boy. Because you're already a family."

Huh? And I was in a hurry for a moment. Because I thought you meant Annis' partner, Big's stepson.

But that's not what it is, maybe. I guess that means being part of a family called Crimson.

I recall.

This type of boss has never been here before, so I'm very confused.

"Well, boy. You mean you're an awesome villain, and you're a director of Metallica. Let me treat you as a member of the executive at Crimson, okay?

Crimson seemed to have a slightly different organizational structure than Metallica, which intentionally takes on the structure of a general enterprise-style salaried society.

"Yeah, of course. Because of this, I have been traveling, and I would like to do my utmost to contribute to Crimson."

For now, at first. Ning replied to the seriousness while thinking so.

"OK, I'll leave you to the Manhattan district. No problem, huh?

When it comes to Manhattan, it is the center of New York City. It is arguably the most important area where large companies, universities, theatres and other important facilities stand. I didn't think I'd leave such an area to myself, the leftover.

The Nings, who had once previewed about New York, were bewildered by unexpected instructions.

"Am I?

But Big doesn't mind. It slows the smoke loosely.

"Oh. It's the area I was looking at originally. I'm also in a position to command the entire United States, so it's tough."

Crimson executives have their own roles. Some specialize in directing assassinations and sabotage operations, while others are entrusted with areas. Big says he's been doing both area jurisdiction and overall control called Manhattan so far, but he wanted to concentrate more on control.

"Manhattan's a tough place to be."

Further explanations continue. Difficult, they say, from a variety of angles.

First of all, 'Ascension' is huge. It is often the scene of various evils that Crimson does because it is the next place that can be considered the center of the entire United States. And hence the frequent appearance of slipknots and sonic uses considered to be the strongest rocks in the United States.

"... I see. Head of the crime scene, is that right?

"That's right. But for that matter, it pays off. Family respect, of course, all Crimson information goes in and can be involved"

I guess it really is. It would be land that is often a crime scene, be it blackmailing big guys, targeting university research results, or doing big illegal deals, for example. And ruling there is synonymous with being in the heart of Crimson. That would be a great force.

But it doesn't fall to my heart. Why would I leave that to myself?

"Why do you leave Manhattan to me?

I asked frankly. By the way, Annis probably knows why. Something seems harrowing.

"There are two reasons. For one thing, you're the right man. Like I said, 2 Top Rocks is protecting Manhattan. It's cancer for our family. I told you I heard about you, didn't I? Hero Killer."

I see. No matter how personable he looked, he was still a scoundrel, a smile that made me think.

A seemingly mild grin, but not on the inside.

"... tell me another reason"

When Ning said so, Big answered as he took an overreactionary. A foreigner is O.K.! That's what I do when I do.

"Sometimes it's better not to ask, boy."

If they say so, that's it.

But it doesn't matter. Either way, the Nings are going to eat into the center of Crimson and take over. Fighting the Rocks and being a field commander of all sorts of vices can be dangerous. That's how I've been running. I even think it saved me a lot of trouble.

"Okay. Now, let me get to work with my people's new names."

"Ha, you're stiff. Nice to meet you."

Big has offered a big hand. Ning man rushes, gripping back. There was a strong handshake, and a heavy smile that looked up like a big man.

"By the way, do we have time after this today?

"Uh. Yes. Well."

"That's good. What do you say? Even at home for dinner. Wife got ahead of me, but your chef's cooking is pretty good. The wine must have had shearlings too."

Is he paying attention to me? Or is this the way the European and American currents are treated? I didn't expect to be invited home all of a sudden.

"... ha"

"Nate ♪ Come on yo. I'll cook too, yo! I'm good at lasagne, yo."

Annis coming arm in arm. Smells nice and soft. A powerful big man smiling at the moment but not letting you say yes or no.

In addition to the invitation of a beautiful girl you don't hate, the words of a big man who's going to be your boss. The Ning did not have enough spiritual strength to turn this down. I don't know about liquor like shearling or food like lasagne, but maybe it tastes good.

"So, then. Sorry to disturb you."

"Right! Then let's pick up the car later. Anis, can you please go back to your house and get ready?

Big let me try a brown eye wink. Annis replied well and left the office.

I was on my way.

"Nate, I like to talk for real."

Big tone changed so much. It doesn't change that it's a mild one, but something is.

"... the real deal, is it? I'm nothing..."

I'm not lying. I tried to answer, but Big has gone on even further. I can feel the air getting cold.

"You're after Crimson rule, aren't you?

It was a direct ball. Big looks at me like I'm going to shoot through Ning people. It was a boulder force. similar to that of General Lars or the old man at the interview. It seemed to shake my mind there.

"No, that's not true."

But the Nings are also different from those days. You will not lose. Make me smile.

I know. I know Big is breaking his mood. I also know Big realizes that I'm nursing. But the important thing here is to put it in the words' not so '.

"Ha. Well, I'm sorry."

Big laughed. 'Seems' to a cheerful and generous old man.

"Yes. I want you to let me ask for your information, why did you think that?

To Ning's question, Big closed his eyes once and thought for a while and answered.

"Right. Your background and the killings you're hiding now. And more importantly, from the fact that you're the thinker of my beloved daughter, I guess. She has changed her type of preference because of the way I raised her. You're the one who started her obsession."

It was a lot of complex answers. I admitted that I was in love with my daughter. Big is a big evil guy, but it also conveys that he would love his daughter deeply.

What does this guy think of me? Hostiles targeting the organization? Bad bugs approaching my daughter? Or a young monk that's not even enough to put on his teeth?

I couldn't read that from the look of a relaxed big man.

The Ning Man was stuck in words.

"Crimson is an important family. I'm going to protect you. So if you want, you're gonna have to take me down."

Big looks very calm. Can you afford it? I stood on the couch and started pouring the brandy that was on the shelf into the glass. He's turning his back on the Ning Man.

Ning thought.

You're right, I'm going to fall for Crimson. I'll take you down if I have to.

And you know what? You and I are the only ones in this room right now, and I'm a modified person.

If you feel like it, I can transform you here and kill you now.

You just have to freshly poke your nails deep into that defenseless back.

……

Thoughts are Ning people who are silent on their backs.

Big looked back holding the glass. My gaze bumps.

"I see. I saw just a little bit of your essence. I've done some outrageous things so far, too. I'm ready. I don't think I'm the only one who doesn't like being done by evil. But you better stop killing me."

"... I don't mean to."

"Even if you're here now, no, not here, what do you think would happen if you killed me? Family ties and codes are absolute. You will undoubtedly turn all Crimson Family to your enemies and be killed like a rat. That's it. No matter how strong you are, you will not survive. [M] Family people aren't that sweet."

Big took a sip of brandy. He doesn't look any more alert. I felt absolute confidence in the organization I had created there.

"I see. Well, if you find a bad guy after Crimson, I'll tell him so."

In the meantime, I'll answer that.

Big is right. The results are more obvious than looking at fire to see what happens if the outside self defeats the top.

This battle doesn't just mean we should take it down. To win, that's not enough.

Back to back with the Ning people turning their thoughts, Big chuckled. It felt like the warmth had returned.

"Oh. Then you're done with this story. Shall we go? I've never had dinner with my daughter's boyfriend either. I'm looking forward to it. Is there anything you can't eat?

Big reaching for his coat and hat in a wussy way. I guess that's not a lie either.

I am genuinely delighted to have dinner with my daughter's friends while holding back the villains targeting my organization.

I guess it's a trivial issue for him, such as bad guys and friends being the same person.

"Oh, no. There's nothing I dislike. Excuse me, can I really interrupt?

"Absolutely! Let me know about you. My daughter would love it."

Ning people also seem to care about that again. I admire the depth of Big's nostalgia, and I can't blame you for hating it. I am also convinced that the Crimson men have pledged allegiance to him.

Tranquil and laid back. Weights to be heavily applied, whether leftovers or suitable materials, love of the family, hands that have greatly enhanced the organization. Strong readiness to spare no life.

It's the perfect top vessel.

Ning people only know one word that stands for these people.

Big guy.

The common name Mr. Big is famous.

"Well, I'll interrupt. Oh, have you ever had a shochu? I brought it from Japan, if you like."

Ning also told him as he put his sleeve through the jacket he was wearing.

"Showtu? Like! Looking forward to it."

Big answers with his thumbs up.

There was anxiety that Annis might be unwelcome, but that seemed worrying.

Ning leaves the office about Big, feeling slightly brighter.

Mr. Big was a different person than expected. In a way, that would be delightful. But not in a way.

He is the enemy that this adult should overcome.

Defeating US proud Sonic Youth, Dark Executioner Slipknot is a must. And on top of that, he surpasses this man and rules Crimson in his hand. How difficult that is.

Anxious about the difficulty of this battle, Ning went to a 'fun dinner' with Big.