When I opened the door and went outside, the men who were waiting seemed a little awkward. Is it because Sputnik was holding up a child for their purpose, or because that child has a burning look on his will - too much to say? He has a slightly rough nose and a staring eye - though I don't know if it's from.
Anyway, Sputnik showed them that, slightly pulling his jaw and laughing with his face.
"You don't seem to be feeling well yet, and you don't want to walk. You wouldn't mind, would you?
"I don't mind."
And repeated, not the men, Crewe. She'd been looking back at the men for a while, but she still got horrified, and eventually, cum, she'd honk her throat and bury her face on Sputnik's shoulder.
In contrast, it was for a moment that the men exchanged their gazes.
"... come"
Turn your back and walk out so one of you leads the way. Trying to wait for the other one to go, the man who remained still ordered Sputnik to "go". In the end, they will pinch the front and back.
Crewe has been pushing Sputnik's chest for a long time because he said, "If you recognize the men you're meeting now, sneak up on me". I can't have a conversation, so I don't know where or when I saw it - but to observe from this powerful feeling, I'm probably not familiar with the passing or anything, at that stage.
You think this one hasn't noticed, the power to push your chest is getting stronger. Sputnik, who thought that if left alone, he might start beating this time, gave the answer, I know, by shaking her body gently as he held it up.
One in front, one in back. I don't know if I can smell it by hand, but at least I'm not an amateur.
Well, what's the matter with this situation?
- But there was no time for thought. Because at that moment, I heard the wind cut behind my back.
I noticed it. Faster than the crew in his arm opened his eyes, Sputnik's body was moving to the right, and shortly afterwards, a cop tore the empty left space vertically. The man I met outside the city yesterday did the same thing screaming for him to eat, but this guy might be a better one for not having it. but it's all the same for Sputnik.
And this time, the man was in the wrong place.
I struck a surprise. You didn't think Sputnik could avoid that attack, you step on it. Sputnik kicked that back gently.
That was enough. As the man going forward looks back, the foot of the man without momentum steps off the stairs a few steps away and falls screaming.
The man was either in a bad place to hit, or he rolled onto the dance floor and stopped moving.
"Zamaa."
"Zama."
Employees who repeat in a tone similar to each other.
Totally hilarious, I look at the other guy thinking. Nestled about the second step from the top of the stairs, this one also pulled out the baton. Sputnik avoids the stick sticking out at this jaw in a bad scaffold.
I said as I took a step back and took my time.
"You guys are not serious police officers"
That's when Crewe coughed up.
I was distracted for a beat, but I didn't spit out any gems. Restore your mind and continue.
"Police officers are educated not to aim from the head up. to avoid being later judged to be overdefensive. Yet neither you nor the man you are, went for your head without hesitation."
"Shut up."
"Well, there are two possibilities I can think of here"
I won't shut up. What does Krew think as he is held, he keeps his creaking eyes pointed at Sputnik. I was a little concerned about the appearance of a slightly swollen eyelid than last night.
"That you guys are fake police officers. Did you steal from a real police officer in that case because your police notebook you guys put out was indeed real? Well, in that case, fine - no, I don't think so. It's just troublesome."
You're under arrest for obstruction of justice.
If it was another possibility, that's what blocked me from saying, which increased my chances of being that 'troublemaker'.
Totally troublesome. Sigh inside. Then Sputnik did his gaze downstairs and put the man who had just fallen into sight - opening his eyes.
"- You, you must have passed out!
Sputnik's uptight words distorted the face of the man facing him into an ugly grin.
Its neck moves around and looks downstairs, though.
Unfortunately, the man still remains down. At the same time he gave a strange look, Sputnik received the bag as he lowered his crew, lowering himself and scowling beside him. A hard corner of a hard bag chooses the flank of a man who was alarmed and raises a blunt groan.
Take the baton from its hand, which sheltered his belly and gave himself up, a line. Having taken a blow, he also stepped off his feet and fell to the dance floor of the stairs.
"Fool sees tu"
"Miru."
Bend over, now turn your arms from the front of Sputnik to your back. I reluctantly lifted the crew leaning over, in the form of a hug.
Grab a bag and a stick in her right arm and descend the stairs with her left arm supporting her ass. "Cop, I'm gonna borrow you," he says, stepping through the flank of a police officer who was still barely conscious on the dance floor, but didn't respond. I take silence as an affirmation, and I go beyond thankful.
Reach the ground floor and see the shadows. In the counter, the Innkeeper looked blue.
"... it's okay, hey. Well, I'm sorry..."
"I know. I can't help it. You made a scene."
Depending on the continent, security and other places. There are areas, or cities, where police organizations are not functioning. There are also cities where the advantages and disadvantages of function vary depending on the number of bribes. At first glance it wasn't so desolate that I couldn't notice, but thank God this city seemed to be the one after that. "It's a disgrace to this city" reminds me of the words I heard last night. And if that is the case, there is no way that a damsel who does business in this city can turn against them. Blaming her is a mistake, and you really should be punished.
Now, was this city's police organization even taking a pre-charge from those men who were outside the city? If so, you may also know that the source of that funding was this daughter. Now, do those even know about Crewe's 'physique'?
But all that has to be done is behind us. Let's start with...
"... chip"
I stick it against the wall and look out the window to avoid being noticed from the other side. I could see a few men giving some instructions. If you get out of the entrance here, it's a bag of rats.
If so, the back door, or the trick is. Rounding his gaze, the general, who disappeared once, appeared again.
"No, I'm sorry. He's in the back too."
"You're handy, you scumbag."
Power enters Krew's arms to see what he thought when he saw Sputnik's bitter expression. "It's okay," I stroke him, but his back was trembling.
How to escape. Remembering the feel of fluffy hair on my cheeks, I circle my thoughts - in time, I realized that the breath on my ears was strangely rough.
I'm trembling, not out of fear, if.
"... dude. Crewe?"
I haven't heard back. Instead, he sounded his throat bitterly, cum.
When I let go of my body leaning against me without force and asked about my complexion, my cheeks were strangely red. It was obvious that the limits had come to a change in the environment or that he was ill.
I pluck a surprisingly floating sweat in my forehead with my palm as I watch the surprised general pull "something to cool" into the back. Now, can we get across a bunch of police officers while sheltering kids in this state? The situation is getting worse and worse.
Ready to smash balls, I hate the word. But there were not so many weapons, and only documents and a few items were in the bag I held. The blade you carry, the cop you just took away again, is too much of a tool to protect yourself, though. Even though it's rotten, the police outside (aye) would be better educated than the thieves there. Besides, how much support can they call, or can they call, to secure this girl? I can't even measure the exact forces of my enemies.
Hmm, hold the crew clinging to Sputnik's chest with a rough breath. If we don't hurry, they fall down the stairs and wake up. Something on your side. Otherwise, when I bite my own immature teeth - looking around, remembering my belongings - but none of them are enough for the status quo - heh, I realized. The outside is noisy.
Seeing it, the police officers who were gathering outside looked surprised and lagged back, eventually running somewhere in a hurried foothold.
What's happening?
At the same time I thought, across the window, a shadow appeared that was not a person.
What I saw was a horse. - It's not a carriage. One large young blue hair chased the gathered men and scattered them from the front of the inn.
And he has the reins, and he's wearing an abscess.
"... it's late."
It actually arrived a lot early, but I couldn't help but say so.
The arrival of more 'tools' than I hoped for, followed by a grin.
Re-holding Krew, listening to the hissing, he opens the inn door and goes outside. The man, my venerable 'omnipotent', who is manipulating the reins across the horse and scattering the men alone, pulled the reins to stop the horse's legs when he admitted Sputnik's appearance.
"The Crew Lol Jewelry Chamber of Commerce will notify the police station. If you want to conduct their investigation, come with a formal warrant from Continental Police Headquarters!
Spread a single letter from the nostalgia and give it to the men. And the woman - Sputnik's "sister" is.
I barked like this, not timidly, not frightened again.
"I (I) am located in Yuki, an employee of the First Business Administration Section of the Crewl Jewellery Chamber of Commerce Division. At the request of Sputnik Jewellery Store Owner Sputnik, affiliated with the Crewl Jewellery Chamber, we have come to protect the identity of the Store Owner Sputnik and one employee and the two persons in question!