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The day after dinner with Mr. Big and Annis, the Nings were starting work immediately.

There is as much to do. Blackmail, smuggling, smuggling, illegal trade, assassination, murder, fighting other evil forces, Crimson has done a variety of evils, but there are still many sites in Manhattan that are central to being executed.

The Nings in charge of the Manhattan district needed to be part of many of the plans.

Crimson has no modified humans, but instead is armed by over-technology, which it monopolizes, and does evil against that backdrop of force.

"New name, bring it next time"

"Uh-huh."

A week after I started working as a Crimson executive, Ning people were handling one case after another in their prepared offices.

I still don't like paperwork, but in terms of content, it's called 'How to Do Something Good and Bad', and I'm good at that so I can manage to do it. Of course the cooperation of the new name is essential.

"Eh, you're smuggling next time. It's about sending weapons and ammunition to the UK..."

The new name briefly organizes and communicates the project details.

"Turn all the Upper East Side power. I'll be fine for a day or so. Hold the whole flight to London. Pass the money and shut the crew up. If there's a rattler, get him to go missing for a while. Anyway, I can afford to cover it with this smuggling agari."

"No. When giving instructions. Next time. Slash's people are in Manhattan..."

"Catch the suspicious one from one end and torture him. When Negijo finds out, we'll break in and eradicate it."

"Ugh."

Minimize the sacrifice, but do not hesitate. Instant instant execution, smashing. It's the same way.

That's how I found out when I was continuing my work.

Crimson has no concept of 'domination' unlike Metallica. And naturally, they're not even after world conquest.

Okinawa, for example, is controlled by Metallica and is under complete influence. Few people in Okinawa go to Metallica for teeth. Crimson, however, is not an absolute presence in the affected areas. Of course they're afraid, and they're influential, but Crimson is only the back tissue. Some organizations are hostile, others do not obey even the politicians and public powers of the tabular society.

I guess that doesn't mean Crimson is inferior to Metallica, it's simply a matter of policy. In fact, Crimson has benefited fully from this method and is expanding its tissues. Although it is not aimed at conquest of the world, there is also the status quo that has turned out to be the best organization in the United States. Nowadays there are no job failures as long as the Rocks, especially the 2 Top Rocks, are not interrupted.

"Well, the next thing I know, a judge who's been on duty since last month seems to be a bloody righteous man who won't give in to bribes. There's a possibility that I'll be at a disadvantage in the future... I'm hungry. Let's make it better."

I looked at the clock and it was already around 13: 00. He was too immersed in unfamiliar work.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Let's go."

I decide to interrupt my work once and head to dinner.

"But seniors. You're familiar with Socco. Aren't you buried already?"

"... not really."

It wasn't. I do my job without delay. He was generally welcomed in favor of both the other executives and the other executives the other day. but that shouldn't happen.

I haven't come up with an outrageous way to beat Mr. Big and get Crimson. but as a premise it needs to be present at a glance within the crimson.

So far, Ning has done quite well. Almost succeeding. but there were also defects due to the obstruction of sonic use.

There was a project called "Receiving Special Alloys for Armor Used by Crimson" in charge of the Ning people.

It was sent from Asia to receive it at the port, but Sonic Youth, who showed up at the scene, walked on the surface of the sea, easily avoided firing from the smugglers, and entered.

Besides, I flew away after loading some of the alloy on the gyroplane I had prepared for the ship to see if this would happen, but Sonic Youth even followed it. Run up the skyscraper vertically and jump. It's like a half-pipe jump in Extreme Sports, where plains have been dropped along with gorgeous tricks. Surprisingly, there is still no human damage.

I just heard the report, but it's amazing combat capability.

But this matter is not to blame. Because Crimson can't beat the top two.

……

I thought about it. I still can't keep dawdling like this. I've come this far. I can see the ideal image of the world that I want to change, blushing. To do so.

"New name, about earlier."

"What's wrong with you?

"No, about the judge, I'm leaving."

So far, Ning has never even seen American Rocks live. I've never even been on the scene. I didn't think so. Of course, big picture perspectives and strategies are important, but sometimes you don't have to be in the field to know.

"Huh? Seriously? What are you gonna do?

"In the meantime, imprison and blackmail, I guess. Gather the people. You can borrow Crimson's weapon too."

"... Seniors blackmail you with bees? Eh..."

That night, the Nings were on the roof of the 5th Street skyscraper with their new names and the Crimson men.

Windy and slightly cold, but the night view of the skyscraper shines brightly.

"Beautiful. Wonderful night view."

The Nings were overlooking the metropolis at the edge of the roof. The view extends forward like flipping a jewelry box. And in the rear...... the Ning looked back at the crease.

"Don't you think? Judge."

"...... whoa!!!! Mmmm!!!

A man tied to a chair is surrounded by rail guns and men armed with riser swords. The bright night scene was a backward slaughter scene.

"? Oh, I see. Untie him."

Give instructions in white. The men removed the judge's monkeys. The rope tied to the chair remains intact.

"... Pfft...!! Who are you? You think you can just do this!?

The judge seems to be quite a spineless man. I can often say that in this situation.

But you were too vigilant. If we're going to live like you in this city, we should be escorts. Knowing your name and face, it's insane that you're shopping on Park Avenue very normally. I know you're new to the city, but it just seems like a manuke.

"Is that me? I'm a bad guy. I think it's okay to do this."

I dare you to answer politely, and laugh at you. Ning people know empirically. That this will work better. And I dared to choose the rooftop of the skyscraper for the scene of the blackmail. The escape is nowhere to be found, be fearful

"Now, you have two options. Do you want to join us, or do you have a terrible eye here?"

The judge gave a frightened look for a moment. but soon they stare at the Ning people.

"I am a judge!! I will not yield to any power. That's the justice of the law!

Heh, Ning was just a little impressed. Just a little.

Just for a moment, but you were scared, weren't you? And you put that on the table, huh? Then you are not my enemy.

At first glance, it seems to be an overwhelmingly advantageous situation, but it is not. The Nings and Crimson want to draw this judge in, not kill him. No matter how crimson they are, killing a judge is quite a problem.

"Really? Are you sure? Even if I really put you in a terrible way. You should think about it. I'll do it, I'll do it. You'll regret it."

Ning Man grabs the judge's hair and speaks pale. Release killer from all over your body.

Of course I mean it. I seriously think it would be better for the judge to break it. Otherwise, he would fit 'terrible eyes' mentally, physically, or even friends and family.

I don't want to do that, though, and doing it can be negative. Still definitely do it. It doesn't make sense if you're not serious about threatening me.

And I'm pretty sure that if I turn this serious malice on you, it's gonna be roughly better for you to die.

……

The judge was clearly upset.

"Well, here's your last chance. What was the conclusion?

Ning smiled and spoke.

"... wait for me"

I won. Ning thought so. I saw the light go out of the eyes of the judge surrounded by his men and tied to the chair, and I decided so.

It was then.

One of the men surrounding the judge suddenly collapsed with the sound of Dosari. Without any foretaste, it was sudden.

"Huh...?

And the next moment the Ning tried to check the situation, not even seconds after his men fell, just a few seconds later.

I heard gunshots.

That unique sound. Dry, but sharply echoing sound. It's not like fireworks. The sound of slaughter.

"Hey, what!? What's up!?

"Blood, you're bleeding!!

I hear my men screaming late.

What is this? After the fall, the gunshots?

Were they sniped? Stupid. Why, from where? Oh, my God...

"Senior!!

Return to me with your new name.

Think later.

"They're shooting at us! Get down!!!

The Ning gave immediate instructions to his men, and he lay down himself.

Reacting faster than anyone else was a new name. No, I'm probably in an ambush faster than Ning's instructions come out.

While his new name lay low, he was pointing to a point with his right index finger.

"The gunfire is at my fingertips, straighten up!

Apparently, the moment he heard the gunshot, he was pointing his finger in that direction. That would be more accurate than I think back a while after hearing the gunshots. In fact, the Nings had no idea where they had been sniped from. Probably on the right, degree.

"Gunshots were more likely than landings. So, considering the difference between the speed of the bullet and the speed of the sound, is it about a kilometer away?"

New name words. Really accurate. Occasionally this guy has times of fear. Maybe say that, huh? Hutu, about, I don't know.

"... really, you're pretty amazing"

So I decided to keep these words for now.

Two people to engage in conversation while lying down.

"... bruised. But isn't this pretty bad?

The new name looked anxious. Indeed, this situation has never been experienced before. No preparation, never been unilaterally attacked. I've been caught up in this pace at all times and fighting in an outrageous way. That's why they crossed over with their superior counterparts.

But not this time.

"... maybe"

And the guy you're shooting at is definitely him.

The ability to gather information that captures Crimson's trends, the spirituality of suddenly attacking him without a thing, the ability to shoot at him in one blow from a far distance, and the bleeding his fallen men are bleeding out of his neck.

There's only one of these guys in New York.

Slipknot.

Tie Crimson's neck, Dark Hero.

Even though we are so far apart, our backs are stirring. I can see that he's in his attack zone. I feel like I'm willing to kill wrapping up everything in this space.

"Duh, what are we gonna do? I don't want to be a bit of a camben."

The new name is an excellent one, but there's something cowardly about it. And, rather, that's normal.

Even the Ning people are the same. Clearly, I'm scared. Slipknot, who took the lives of so many villains, I'm afraid I'm the next one to feed on it. I don't care if the next load of bullets will ever be finished. I think he's in the shadow of the edge of the rooftop floor, but he could be killed by some means.

But.

"... of course, I'll smash you right here and now. I'll make you regret challenging me to fight. That way, isn't it? New name"

You can't pull it off. Defeat Slipknot. I don't know what reason you're fighting Crimson, but even I have a reason to move on.

Extremely culminating and changing the world. I also see a vision of the world I want to change. Until that day when I speak of this in high spirits, I cannot lose.

Slipknot, you're a jam. Get out of the way.

Don't tremble, my body.

Ning strongly inspired himself and switched back on his malice.

I'll take care of this place.

"Huh? Seriously? I don't know... Well, if you're a senior, maybe you can..."

Ning stands up as he hears the words of his new name. You have to stand, you can't fight.

"... Transformation"

Exhale deeply, nagging and snapping. Change. Wrapped in black light, your body changes.

A pink black body, a bearded bat feather.

On the skyscraper at night, a demon appeared.

"WOOOOOOOOO!!!

Ning Man does not run on the roof and leaps straight ahead. I can see the roof of the building that stepped in was snagged.

The devil runs over the lights of the metropolitan area that stretch beneath his eyes, the building winds that cut him off, and the bright city.

Evil Silhouette's wings are not like flying freely. At best, it's enough to skip.

Ning people rip the rooftops and walls of the building and slide through the sky.

If the people below witnessed it, they must scream, I thought, but they don't seem to worry about that. There's no way anyone would notice. No one on Broadway, no passers-by on Times Square, looks into the darkness.

Jumping across a number of avenues and streets, the Nings headed to fight their heroes.

Slipknot will definitely be noticing my proximity. But I don't mind.

Yes, with a strong mind.