The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Negotiation, Camp Roberts (3)

Japanese enclosure, including the boundary of the Smiyoshikai Weekend Association. The keeper was the same as before. Is it coincidence or lack of manpower? Winter decided to keep in mind the latter possibilities.

“You're the Korean from before. ”

I already know who winter is. A Japanese who swallows a habitual jozen.

“Yes, I've seen him before. ”

“What do you want? ”

“As a matter of drugs, I was wondering if I could see Mr. Kaicho. ”

“Oyabaeng"?

He carefully examines the winter. The boy's weapons, to be exact. As a Federation officer, the winter was free to carry weapons in the camp.

You can't take it away from me. The man in question nods.

“I'll make a report. Just a moment. ”

“Sure."

Winter nods.

It didn't take long. Did you say Daisuke? The man who took Setsuna from Kushina. He was quick on his feet. After going to Burinake, he whispered a little word to his brother. Later, one of the guards motioned to the winter.

“He wants to meet. Follow me.”

After a while, a lot of people got caught up. Escorts, sieges, vagrants. In fact, it is close to the latter. I open my eyes to press chi. Winter showed only the smile made.

Along the way, the landscape was a hostile reality of the Japanese district.

There are rat traps made of petting bottles everywhere. One of them was trapped and glowing. Someone grabbed it before its owner. The child ran away from the angry owner and bit the mouse alive. The rat's intestines and blood spill along the running footsteps.

In the corner are drunken people. Methamphetamine repels the hunger of the consumer. So it was a popular drug in North Korea before the pandemic.

A tent that arrives along a more bent path on purpose.

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(God's Land Japan will not perish.)

I noticed red and brown writing. The color of the dried blood. There was a man sitting naked, hanging from the tent. The upper half was covered with scars and tattoos. Impressively thick muscles.

“Han, Jung, Wool. ”

He uttered the name of winter again and again. It's hard for the Japanese.

“Sit down.”

Seats were available. It's just a sheet of cloth on the bottom. No winter. After that, the armed men sat in rows to the left and to the right. As the "Multilateral Promotion Society" said earlier. The purpose will also be the same. I stare hard.

The head of the Yakuza looked at me for a while. Just like watching a boy, and then throwing things.

“Liquor?”

“No, thanks.”

“I'm a big girl, but I'm still a kid. ”

As there was a story in advance, there was a prize without any instructions. I stopped drinking and only raised water and meat. The well-baked meat was large. Maybe a mole. Winter leans in.

“Amazing. What kind of meat is this? ”

There was a lot of drooling from both sides. The Chairman of the main hall replies unequivocally.

“Pigs.”

Possibly. Possibly. If you paid something back to the U.S. military and you got it in return. But I'm still suspicious somewhere. Now that the refrigerated chain is gone, fresh pork is too precious a food. Winter did not touch the dishes. The chairman revised his assessment of winter.

“That's not very nice. ”

“That's prudent. ”

And then he laughs.

“What's that cautious man doing here? Is it really the drugs? ”

“Yes.”

The boss was drunk. Aside from this, a very pretty woman followed me to drink. A glass with a wide mouth is emptied. The head of the Yakuza sighs a long, juicy sigh.

“Are you going to buy drugs or sell drugs? ”

“Neither. ”

“Then?”

“I want to know about Koreans and Chinese who sell drugs, how they acquire goods, and the distribution routes. ”

“What if I did?”

“I'm going to clean up.”

So far it was a very quiet question. Boss put down the glass.

“Tadaaatz Ryohay. He is the owner of Sumiyoshikai. ”

“You know, it's the middle of winter. I am representing the Winter Alliance. ”

“Julius. That's a vague title. ”

Ryohei tapped the empty glass with his finger.

“Cleaning up... means killing him?" ”

“If there's no other way. ”

“There is no other way on this floor. Dead or dead. Either. ”

“That's for Yakuza like you to do. ”

It got noisy, the kitchen knife, the knives, the whole damn thing. Swing fearlessly in place without moving. Tough swearing. Winter alone thinks, "Everywhere you go, it's the same." They don't even have to fight. They're just bluffing. The boss calms them down. Silent. Even on the surface, it was a hundred times better than the stumbling lunatic.

Ryohay said.

“Information has value. I can't just tell you. ”

“How do I pay for this? ”

“Kill.”

Low growl.

“When the Sinjin persecuted us, your Joseon saints joined forces. Junkies were the worst of them. They're still torturing me. The poor, hungry Japanese give up everything they have and take their medicine. If you don't have anything to give me, I'll give you my daughter and my wife. In fact, women do that to themselves. ”

Yakuza's eyes are on fire.

“Promise me. I'll kill you. I'll tell you everything you know. ”

“I'm not interested in the genocide. ”

There is no guarantee that the information is certain, but there is no promise. Winter has robbed us. The people who stand on their feet. Block the exit. By that time, winter had already gripped the pistol. The Yakuza shudder and grimace their faces. Doesn't look like he's trying to move. Guts you can't expect from a gangster. It was also evidence that they had been through hell.

Ryohay says behind my back.

“Sit down.”

Winter responded calmly.

“You can't stop it. ”

“Yeah, I can't stop it. But you'll have to kill them all and break through. ”

“You don't think I can kill him? ”

“It's a loss.”

Even if you can carry weapons, killing them in bulk can be a burden. At least I'll have some friction with the camp commander. Winter sits back down, thinking for a moment.

“Give it to me.”

Winter is upon us.

“I just don't want to see my people on drugs and go crazy. There's got to be some kind of friction between crazy people. So if you know something, give it to me. No matter what happens, you won't lose a thing. When you get into a fight, just watch. Told you? Kill if you have to. ”

“What if I ask you to hold my hand? ”

“This is not the time. When the Chinese fight each other, let's think about trampling the crazy Koreans. I need to find out if you're sane. ”

Ryohei bursts into laughter.

“You mean nationality doesn't matter. Good. I trust you have your record. ”

Totally means I've saved a girl from a total lunatic.

He summoned a man. A few moments later, a pair of men and women entered the tent. I didn't fit in. Ryohei calls them and whispers something in their ears. A pair of shivering heads nod, and they take out some clean paper, stationery and drawings from their bags. I sat down and started copying the painting on paper.

“They're comic books, but they're good hands. ”

Ryohay said.

“We don't know where the others are getting their medicine. The same goes for panros.People are the only ones who know, so it would be better to draw a picture rather than describe a verse. ”

“I think you're prepared. ”

“We don't know when there will be more protesters. This was the best way to let the seniors know who to kill first in the fight. ”

Obviously, winter wondered what was in the bag of men and women. Is there a fantasy about the Winter Alliance? If it had been a way of drawing and adding information to the people who saw it, it would have been possible.

Quiet time passed.

“Looks like you're done. ”

The head of the Yakuza nods as men and women notice. A pair of men approaches winter. As the bars tremble, you reach out a bunch of paper. Maybe it's because the rumors of winter are so harsh. Strangers regarded the boy as a psychopath murderer and a bloodthirsty human being. The kid's completely insane.

It was a feared asset. Winter looked at the pictures she received thinking that way.

“Sounds good.”

Some of these faces I saw as I passed by. Some information is written in the margins. Location witnessed, date, action, etc. Occasionally, I saw his organization and name.

“Aren't you going to touch the food after all? ”

“Excuse me. I'm eating to my heart's content. ”

“I'm sorry.”

The Yakuza boss said to the winter when he was leaving.

“Next time you see me, think of me as a nation leader. ”

The answer of winter.

“to see you do it. ”

Winter may seem a bit rude, but first it was the Yakuza. No matter how young the winter that represented an organization was, first and foremost, the salute was omitted from beginning to end. In the Yakuza world, emphasizing it was an outright insult.

‘It's just a means to self-immersion anyway. ’

Yakuza is righteous, Black Society is narrow. Each criminal organization emphasizes its plausible virtue. If you don't emphasize that, there could be discipline in criminal groups.

Maybe as Ryohei, it was self-management.

‘By the way, is Yakuza transporting the ethnic leader...? ’

Before the riot, Ryohei was the one who was selling drugs to the Japanese.

It may still work. Among the Japanese, it is said that the Yakuza came before the SDF when the disaster broke out. It meant that the criminal group was just as thorough in image management and that Japanese bureaucracy was just as rigid.

At this point, the popularity is getting closer. Many.

“Err… poetry, excuse me. Are you in the middle of winter?”

The voice of an old man. I was vaguely far from talking. It's because of the gummies who are staring at me in the winter. Three people who looked like family stood up to the anxiety. Winter recognized the parents and daughters.

“Yes, that's right. Hello, Miss Setsuna. It's been a long time. ”

Kushinada Setsuna. I don't think she's doing well. Still, the color is better and the discoloration is better than the foreground. It's just a dark look on his face. I quickly bowed my head when I looked at him.

Many older parents bend down compared to their children's age.

“I'm sorry I didn't see you sooner. I heard you saved my daughter. Thank you very much. ”

As soon as winter calmed down, an angry voice intervened.

“Oh, come on! Father! Mother! I told you not to do this! Why are you yelling at Josenzing? ”

“Hmm?"

In retrospect, he is a disfigured young man. It's thick. It came out loud and treated my parents pretty harshly. I forced him to stand up and stared at winter.

“You human scum, what did you get greeted for doing well? ”

“ ……. ”

Winter leans in. What's this guy? It looks like a family, but it doesn't look like blood. Farming has gone terribly wrong, unless it's genetic. One of my parents tiled it.

“Son, isn't this the human way? How grateful are you that someone like that is among those who have forgotten Dory? ”

“That guy? Boone like that? Ha, really. ”

He screams.

“Mom, do you have earplugs? Joe! Jing! Don't you know they're all the same? Shit, the robber stole it, used it, gave it back! I want everything back! What are you thankful for? Aren't you ashamed to see people? ”

“Excuse me.”

Frowny winter.

“You don't have to thank me, but don't treat your brother like an item. ”

“What?"

The young man laughed ferociously.

“That's not my brother. She's just a pig. ”

Setsuna looks sad. Unexpectedly, the young man stabbed his brother in the heart with a language like a scream.

“If you had the least pride as a Japanese, you would have killed yourself when you were taken! Crawl back into your filthy body! And hold her hand! The Japanese are a proud people! A sow! Don't be a sow! The woman who came back from being sold to the enemy is just a pig! ”

Proud bastard. The look of the fighting winter. The active "threat" in proportion to hostility prevented the young man from speaking right away.

I thought I'd get a handkerchief from Paso Robles, but I'm glad I didn't forget. I gave it to the crying girl. And...

Boom!

The young man who was stabbed was short of breath. The short scream of a parent. The quiet voice of winter falling on top.

“I think you should pay attention to your son's education. Well greeted. Excuse me.”

Pride is not a necessity in life. More than that, it's love. Comfort, heal, share pain. It's a hard world to live in.

Not here, not here, not here.

Winter walked thinking.

Artwork Reviews

1. Make any face or tone in the writing. 'or'. '. This expression is used only in winter.

2. I heard some very shocking news today.

Santa says he's... fiction.

My sympathy has been destroyed, so I can no longer write a novel.

Thank you all so much for loving the little prince of the Charnel House.

See you in 40,000 years. Bye.