The Hero Who Returned Remains the Strongest in the Modern World

Same day.

Four hours after the Murayama family raid.

Side: Shimabukuro

My name is Shimabukuro.

My hobby is weight training and my black t-shirt is my trademark.

Yesterday, a female kid kicked me in the face and makes me look like Frankenstein... but I still normally go to work today because only tough is for sale.

So, I was packing it in my office, and I was finishing cleaning my routine toilet and eating a bowl of parents and children.

Always my office is a delivery bowl at the store store, and I decide to eat a bowl for parents and kids.

I really like a bowl of cutlets, but I've been looked after by the police so many times before... it brings back bad memories.

So, a bowl of parents and children.

Well, I don't even hate parent-child bowls, so it's nothing good.

I mean, the bowl of parents and kids in this store is seriously excellent.

When I was drumming my tongue in a bowl of parents and children...

"Mr. Shimabukuro? What happened to the reports from the chimps I sent to the Murayama family?

"Hey, brother. No reports."

"Aren't you impotent? Maybe they're ignoring orders and raping their daughter."

"Though... now... it's about Aitsura who's going to undertake the rough stuff"

"Well, that's why I used a bunch of half-grey chimps... every violence is limited to outsourcing"

"You're right. As soon as you're around too much, your hands will be on the rope."

"So, just now... what about the guys that sent you to the fucking kid's house called Morishi?

And that's where my phone rang.

"Yes, this is Shimabukuro"

"Shima, Shima... Shimabuku-san!? Talk...... different story!?

"Huh?"

"brunette...... high school girl...... japanese knife on golf back...... finger, ear or nose...... all slashed...... eh! Yikes! Don't come! Don't come! Don't come! I can't see this pistol...... Huh!? You got your pistol slashed!? Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

And that's where my phone went off.

A high school girl is a Japanese knife? Gun slaughtered?

What the hell are you talking about?

"What's wrong, Mr. Shimabukuro?

"These are the guys I was sending to the Morishita house... it looks like I've seen too many cartoons or comics"

"I see."

And that's where the office chimes rang.

Ping-pong.

Ping-pong.

Ping-pong.

I stood up with a bowl of parents and children.

Ping-pong.

Ping-pong.

Ping-pong.

Yes, sir.

You don't have to pimp so many times. I'll be right out.

At the same time as I opened the office door, I was jerked off.

Three men stood there.

All in punch perm, sunglasses, de flashy suit.

I don't know... it's more like a temple yakuza than we are...

"To what extent?

The grey-haired sunglasses man laughed nicely.

"Gentlemen - in the police department's anti-gang office. I've come to a mandatory investigation in the name of arbitrariness."

Huh?

Pong and the man put their hands on my shoulder, which solidified for a moment.

"Temeera, you hit it badly. I guess he thought he was a kid and licked him and tried to fit him in the cat clutter... but that kid is seriously relentless"

The man took the USB memory out of his nose.

"Smartphones are amazing these days. All the evidence of blackmail and intimidation is jammed with video memory. Well, gorilla... as for the footage of the cause of your face falling... it's been deleted."

"Brother! Gassa, put it in!

At the same time as I looked back - my brother... was jumping off the second floor of the building with a bag full of cash in one hand.