"Well, you guys are ready, aren't you? You're after my family, so don't think it's just gonna work out, okay? You're doing this on purpose with my neck in trouble."
"Don't lick it! You think you can handle this many people by yourself!
"There's a ton of Real Weapon over here! Mass production of cheats!
Nagel narrowed his eyes, saying something terrible.
That said, when I heard about it from Meckle before, it was supposed to be a printed weapon, but this time it is literally a weapon of monophony.
Nagel wouldn't have accumulated if he possessed something like that and got rammed around town anyway (...).
Nagel, who thought he should still be crushed here - dropped Dharan's shoulders and drooped his arms on the spot.
'Huh?'
To that appearance, the Black Clothes Corps shows a uniformly distracted attitude.
But Nagel moves forward toward the black clothes without a problem, but the footsteps are unstable and flimsy over there and very unreliable.
It's as unstable as rubber not sloppy from the waist to the bottom. Eyes are also like dead eyes of fish and don't make you feel motivated at all.
"Fuck you, lick me!
The move has apparently backstroked the nerves of the black clothes, shooting all the pistols, machine guns, shotguns, etc. in their hands together.
The bullet released becomes a barrage that doesn't make you feel any escape, and still hits a fluttering nugget of foot like a drunk.
But - Nagel skilfully avoided in that unique gnawing motion, and the inevitable played as if pulling on a keyboard with each finger of both hands, with the result that part of the bullet would be returned to the black clothes that unleashed it, and by the time the gunfire stopped, only black clothes remained rolling around with arms and knees.
"You deserve it."
After a cold look down at the groaning black clothes, Nagel goes through the back door. The door was locked and needed to be entered with a card key and PIN, but it was troublesome, so I just broke it.
Naturally the alarm goes off, but it doesn't matter. The firm iron gate of the warehouse was also lightly crushed, and as we entered, once again a large group of black clothes awaited us.
"Temee! I don't know who, but you know this place as a branch of Black Cheetah!
"I'm here because I know. There is no way that we (the Kamikaze family) can leave these noisy people alone. Besides being a little cunning and harassing, not to mention trying to get my hands on my family. This way."
And while avoiding the people who put their guns up and shoot them in again with their seemingly unmotivated work, they now jump into their nostalgia and throw them as they are, crushing their opponents one after the other, slamming them to the ground and pruning their consciousness.
"Phew, I guess this has got roughly a piece on it"
Nagel slaps his hands together and tells him like he did.
But the sound of applause that reaches him like that. Looking back, an old looking man with glasses was looking at Nagel.
"What, were you still there? If you're one of us, you'll see. The police will be here soon. For now, this is the end of the branch. It's all over the evidence."
That's what I said, I smashed through one of the containers lined up in the warehouse. A large number of weapons and suspicious items are among them.
"Heh heh, you seem to have imitated this warehouse number on my own for quite a while without my saying no. But that's never happened either. Hey, Franken."
Then, from between the containers lined up behind him, a single black garment appeared. I wear sunglasses and have good health when I do.
"Kukuku, you curse your shallowness for getting into the Black Cheetah without any thought. Come on, go! Franken!
Franken moves out when the warehouse number orders it. And Nagel thought it looked great for a warehouse number.
That said, it's better to concentrate on the giant man in front of you now anyway.
Now pay attention to what kind of real weapon the hell you're attacking me with and how it behaves, but what a bare-handed blow Franken's first hand was.
If you approach it, its fist is bigger than Nagel's by more than two turns, and it is swing down to Nagel at a sharp angle.
It was a nagel for the time being - but at that moment the concrete floor swept wide in circles, and the stones splashed in all directions. The warehouse rocks violently and a roar sounds.
The aftermath was also considerable, and Nagel's hair swayed with a gust.
"Ha ha! What do you say, Franken's power!
"... sure, that's an unthinkable power for an ordinary person"
Sharpen your eyes and Nagel growls. Then he puts his fist back and at the same time Franken attempts the chase with a spinning kick.
But Nagel jumped away brilliantly to avoid it.
But - towards such a nugget, Franken stuck his finger out, and I thought, the first joint of his finger opened up on top with a pacari, the fire blew up, and the bullet was fired in series.
"You idiot! You're alarmed!
The warehouse number man shouts with a delightful face. The bullet-received nagel blew lightly - but it spinned around and landed right away.
Almost at the same time, kakakakakakakakakakakakaka! and a creepy sound echoes from Franken.
"What? What?
"Uh-huh, I flushed all the bullets, but is that sturdy enough to bounce back too"
A warehouse number that raises doubts with a strange look. And Nagel praises Franken for not suffering one scratch and continuing to stand dignified.
Yes, on the back of the idea of a warehouse number that he mistakenly thought he did, Nagel was returning it all to Franken, the person who shot him.
However, Franken, who received it, also looked flat.
"... I mean, you know what? If so, I don't even have to forgive you."
"Hey, what are you doing, Franken! Kill him now!
Nagel hands on his chin and nods as one convinced. And then again, I order Franken to have a warehouse number.
And Franken pops up as he is commanded, and waves his fist down against Nagel again, though.
"Ho ho"
While avoiding his opponent's right fist, Nagel altered its orbit with his shoulder and grabbed that arm from there by making sure it was a reverse triangle, pulling it out at once as he moved his weight.
Then, Franken took advantage of the momentum of his unleashed attack, and his body, much larger than Nagel's, grew.
But this is not the end of Nagel's turn. At that moment when Franken's giant lifted up and peaned off from toe to arm, he let the other arm accompany Franken's right arm and also use that momentum, which began to fall to the opposite ground, to twist it off.
Nah! It is a warehouse number that speaks up, and shortly afterwards Franken's body falls to the floor and a severe noise sounds.
From its upper body, its right arm was completely gone. Because Nagel cut it off.
Of course, if you did this, you would have expected a lot of bleeding from your arm, which could have killed you.
But it won't. Because not a drop of blood is flowing from Franken's arm, and instead only bees and electricity are bursting.
"Hmm, still mechanical"
In addition, Nagel confirms and agrees with the cross section of his torn arm. Because inside it was not human, but everything was made of complicated machines.
"Is this a man-made guy? You were making it happen."
"Kuh! No way, my cheat, an artificial human servant, to a man like this..."
Can you say this is a servant? and a nagel tilting his neck, but I guess that's what this warehouse number is about.
"But you're alarmed! If this happens, I'm gonna run!
"What?"
Then, the warehouse number suddenly showed its back and escaped to a discrete area.
I thought something was up, Nagel, but looking back, a missile was popping out of Franken's mouth with his jaw open.
"Oh, I see. That's the thing. Nevertheless -"
And right now, at that moment, I thought maybe a missile would be fired from that mouth...
"Don't make such a scene."
Nagel fleshed to Franken, recieving the missile shortly after it was fired and slamming it into the back of his throat, jumping up his jaw and forcing his mouth to shut.
- Pickah! and Franken emitted a fierce flash, whose upper body flashly exploded, I wondered.
"Hey, come on..."
You were wondering how Franken was along the way, and the warehouse number that was looking back at the two of you was opening his eyes to surprise and making his mouth pucker.
He seems to have even forgotten to run away.
"Look, Franken, I'll give it back."
Nagel then threw the rest of Franken's lower body toward the warehouse number.
Hi-no, no, no, my lower body drops to a pitiful screaming warehouse number.
Dosung! Nagel approached the warehouse number after hearing the heavy bass.
"... you're a total wretch"
The warehouse number had blown bubbles out of his mouth and passed out. Franken's lower body, thrown by Nagel, eventually fell in front of the warehouse number, but that must have freaked him out and lost his mind.
"For now, could this destroy the branch and the others?"
And then again, Nagel squeaks around the warehouse all the time. Black clothes have also passed out, Franken has broken down, and the warehouse number has been exposed to unusual appearances.
And from the outside, the sound of a police car siren was approaching -
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"Huh! Branches are devastated, really!?"
"Yes, unfortunately. Again, this island doesn't seem that easy."
'Oh, no...' cause! My dad owed me an acetyloid! That would be a devastating substitute for a single division! And yet... '
"I guess that means the Shinto family retains much more power than that."
"What are you talking about?" Mostly, you're the ones who originally brought that island story! And virtue, you are now the secretary of the Akechi family! Don't get so swallowed up. Just a little more... '
"Sure, that's what's happening from the standpoint, but don't forget that it's only an outsourcing treatment. Nevertheless, I will hold on to my work. Please wait while we compile the information and bring it back. Then I'll hang up."
"Nah!? Hey! I'm not done talking to you!
But the woman, called Bitok, forced an end to the call without even listening to her opponent, also dropped the power and threw a smapho at the side seat.
"You can't even work, you troublesome man."
And throw up like a scratch. Its face in the back mirror was neat and now hung dark sunglasses.
Then another pitch-black smapho shivers, and Bitok takes it in his hand.
"- It's me. Yeah, well..."
And she keeps talking with a serious look at someone.
"- As I thought, it still looks like Kamikaze is not already in this world. Yes, I think it's still very likely that Akechi's son will be in the world he was involved in."
And start talking about a certain person.
"- The Akechi family is subtle. Yeah, it's okay, I never get a name for a god-breaking name or a god-breaking company. Because our system just lends some of it. However, it might not be strange to find out about Akechi's behavior when the time comes."
She's talking to someone else who apparently has nothing to do with the Akechi family.
"- Well, even though that nagare isn't there, it could be tough on those guys after all. Well, you've already got the information you want. I'll keep observing for a while. Tell him well, too. By the way, have you heard from the fox?
"... is - and is - not"
"- Yes, it hasn't... because he's split and proper. Wrong candidate, yes, but if we're going to let Nagare go to the world where he is, we're pretty sure he was the best fit..."
And it was a bitok with a smile as I raised my gaze to recall something -
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"Phew, it's a lot to do, not to mention"
After dropping off the doorman, Nagel was alone in a sigh mix.
A few days have passed since I crushed that branch. I was also going to accompany the police investigation that day, and I spent a lot of time on it.
Nagel in particular will not be held guilty. Nagel only used his temper to defend himself because he was in possession of a firearm and fired without question.
In particular, it will be significant that the island's police are familiar with the Kamikaze family, including the prefectural police.
However, when it comes to that artificial human being, it's not just a story that the police organization can handle, so I'm settled in talking about having it hung up and handed over to a certain specialized department.
Either way, the story is starting to get a little bigger. The report from Mill says it's time to gather information.
It's just - it's still Nagel who wants to leave that kind of trouble to me if he can. I mean, it's even a pain in the ass.
It was a late sigh.
"At all, if it's true, I guess it's quicker to leave this stuff to Grandpa."
'What's wrong with me?
Nagel grumbling like a fool. Then a suddenly familiar voice reaches its back.
Heh? and Nagel, rounding his eyes, thought he might be hallucinating for a moment, but he slowly turns his neck and looks back like he was bounced the moment he confirms it.
A translucent oval screen has appeared there at some point, and what you see behind the screen is a figure well known to Nagel with a serene expression.
"Oh, my grandfather?
"Yes, it's been a long time, Nagel-"