There Was No Secret Organization to Fight with the World’s Darkness so I Made One (In Exasperation)

There are also starry skies on earth in Tokyo. Even in the middle of the night, neon signs are dazzling, and they come again when the lights of the cars that go and go pass instantly.

Tokyo, a sleepless city filled with light all the time. There is such darkness in Tokyo.

For example, on the roof. The rooftops of Tokyo are dark. It's not as dark as you can see at hand, but it's darker than the ground.

Cold building winds gush through the rooftops of the building and parents jump on the run. The forged giant gently rises into the universe and lands heavily on the roof of a building about ten meters away. I also jumped following it and hovered the sights where I was a leftover unbounceable pig representative with my mind.

Even today, the moon and night sights run through Tokyo nights, making the Tanigao group a mess.

"Tonight's over there."

My parents checked the map and the current location on the smartphone and stared at the building across the street with one foot on the edge of the building. In the past month, Moon and Night has already repeatedly raided the Tanigao Group office seven times, sending 60 people to the hospital, sending 10 people to the detention center and costing 60 million yen. Looting is profitable.

The usual paper bag on the face of the parent. It is the usual headstone that bears on your shoulders.

... is a headstone. It's a parent's main weapon. I'm not used to seeing it again and again. The yakuza at first sight will be even more suspicious of your eyes.

Dada and I are insane to be using the headstone as a weapon, but there are some good reasons.

When people look at strange objects, their attention and memories are drawn to you. For example, if you get attacked by hanging crackles all over your body, you won't remember the killer's face. I can only remember Chi Wa. Same as that. I've never passed too much information to the Tanioka group. Even though my parents repeatedly raided seven degrees, I still only "had a headstone" with appearance information. The hatred attached is "Tomb Man". It remains so.

Chris is a "ninja," I'm a "mindful bastard," and Miyama is a "guitar fat" who is rapidly gaining a name in the Yakuza world. Chris is a mask made of black t-shirts, I am a Balinese souvenir lion-dancing mask, and the mountain view hides his face with coloured corn, so he only became famous ahead of time for his name, and his identity has not been found out at all.

According to informer Sound (Sound) on (On) Lee (Lee), there will be a birthday celebration here tonight by a Tanigao militant executive. If it is easily expressed to the average person, it is a meeting in which gold products are wound up without eggs with a body called celebration from the bottom. Money gathers, people gather. I don't have a hand in not raiding this, do I?

Parents only look back at their necks as they retake their gravestones.

"Are you ready?

"I've already picked the song. Perfect."

"Liar, isn't your song always a mess?"

"We're gonna lose Temei's naming. What? Night long? Night long? Aren't you out of your mind?

"Fine, give me your first name and last name, it's 893."

"Looks like you're both ready. Let's go!"

We jumped to the fifth floor of the building, broke through the window, and made a stylish raid.

And while the scattered pieces of glass didn't fall off, dozens of yakuzas who were having a standing party in the big hall that punctured the ground floor pulled out their pistols and set us up.

Whoa? It was definitely a do-flavored penetration that was supposed to punch the finger, but you're quick to react. I can't move this fast if I'm not predicting how much militant Yakuza's office is.

"I thought you were coming, Tomb Man."

A yakuza wall with a pistol broke and a skinny but intimidating man emerged. I recognize something.

... Oh, the fighting yakuza I was fighting with my parents two months ago. He was an executive to see from the gold markings on the collar of a superior tailored black suit. militant Yakuza executives. That's why I'm strong.

Fighting Yakuza grinned, taking off his suit jacket and pulling out his knife.

"You've done this for me this past month, and I want you to hate me here. Scattered shima. Rough it up and get me some money. Thanks. I thought you'd be here today. You didn't expect me to ambush you."

"Oh. I didn't know you had the intelligence to ambush me in a brain muscle fucking yakuza."

Fighting Yakuza floated a blue muscle on his forehead in the affinity of the wind he was admiring with vegetables.

"Don't you have the majesty? I know that's how you're going to provoke me and piss me off, but it's no use. It's easy to read."

"I see. Then could you read this?

"Ahem? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

One of the surroundings behind the fighting yakuza punched the Atsuatsu seafood soup on the table over his head and a tall scream arose.

I rush around to the fighting yakuza and the lower end smashes the ice that was cooling the wine bottle. The laughter surrounded the party venue, which rises to the scene of the sudden murder.

"At one point, the lower end yakuza!

When I took off my suit, a pitch-black ninja outfit appeared from under it.

"At one point, master of disguise!

Pull the broken knife out of the sheath of his hips and say softly.

"Who is that? Huh! He's a more ancient, more ninja, or ninja! I'll take this, farewell you guys HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Chris, who was undercover in a disguised mask made by Baba, runs to the window we broke as he smiles and laughs at several deposit ledgers and books. Then he snagged a hooked rope on the window frame and leapt himself out.

The Yakuzas couldn't have predicted the raid, but they couldn't have predicted a sudden ninja ascent. By the time the distracted yakuzas rushed over to the window, Chris had already told the rope and had gone down to the ground and fled to the city at night. Boulder ninja, quick.

"Ugh, shoot me! No, chase, chase, chase! You fucking ninja!

"Yes, start a war."

A mountain sight rattles a guitar on the fierce fighting yakuza. Take a mindless oath. Occasionally, Yakuza, in a state of havoc, was knocked down by a tombstone that his parents would spin together.

The battle is on. I put up a mental barrier on the mountain of sight that didn't go through sound and bullets.

Guitar fat BGM pouring out wrapped in anger and gunfire. Tonight's selection of songs………

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You fat fuck! It's not a sporting event!

"The number sent to you tonight by Moonwatch is Jack Offenback's famous song Heaven and Hell! Have fun and go to hell! Ha-ha-ha!

Miyama plays heaven and hell with her fun-filled fingers violently. Miyama can still only make noises out of her mouth, but lately, she has managed to make various noises by saying "I could have followed the whistle guidelines" and so on. The sound and guitar duet, whether it's a trombone or a horn that I'm putting out with acoustic ability, was good to hear inside.

I agree it's a fun song to listen to, but this is definitely the one you listen to while watching the little ones rush under the blue sky. That's not a good song to play during the bloody war against Yakuza!

"Brainy bastard! Smash the gun first!

"Rikai Tomb Man!

My parents scream as I wield the tombstone for each yakuza that is clinging to contain the tombstone. I aim at the pistol exactly as I was instructed, and I take it with my mind, one by one, and I screw the spoon that was in the end of the gun. In the meantime, there are bullets flying around, but they don't hit me. There are a lot of hits between Yakuza with stray bullets and accidental firing. My parents have plenty of training to stand around well in the mix-up and watch the muzzle and avoid it, and Yakuza, who hasn't practiced shooting at Locke in the first place, held a pistol and won't hit me if I'm four or five meters away. Amateurs don't hit until they're close enough to fire. And no one could accurately target the opponent flying around in a crowded move.

Nevertheless, I've often said that if you shoot a few bad artillery guns, if a yakuza with blood all over the head of dozens of people, it will happen too.

"Oh, my God, this sporting event. Whoa! Kill that fucking fat fuck!

"Too bad I'll protect this joke fat guy"

"Heebo!?

Kick it down with a mind-blowing yakuza kick as a beautiful yakuza has penetrated into the heavens and hell of a mountain sight. I think I'm actually kidding around in a fierce battle of bloody smoke. But one of the four rules of the moon and night is "laugh." Sorry, Tanigao Group, you guys can hang out and laugh at him.

Here, laugh.

Here.

Laugh.

Like when you're crazy about wearing a stranger!

"Tanigao Group, I'm weak. Moon and Night Watch, I'm pushing it."

"Oh, you fat fuck! Take a look at the sporting event. Stop it!

"Please don't interrupt the performance and the reality"

"Heh!?

One more person kicks down a knife yakuza leaping from the side with a mental yakuza kick. Yakuza shouldn't know that Miyama's BGM supports his parent Mukimkin, but the Yakuza of the "Fat Fucking Angry" faction are flowing here a little bit. Perhaps I've thought about killing him from a guy who seems to be able to defeat him because he has no muscles of his own.

When I finished crushing my pistol at the very least and saw how my parents were doing, I was just about to homerun a fighting yakuza with a headstone. Huh! Revenge achieved!

"Ah, brother! Aren't you dead, Shishishi!?

"Don't worry. This headstone is a natural material, so no problem."

"What!? Whoa, whoa!

Parenthood relentlessly underneath the tombstone the lower end that peels off at the man who danced through the universe like a comic book. I know he's handed it down properly so he doesn't kill it, but it looks like he died when his victims were bleeding under the headstone and passed out. I like my parents' tombstone black jokes.

My parents didn't know where to stay. The headstone was engraved with bullet marks, and the t-shirt was exposed and injured by bulletproof chocks that were worn under tears, but the bump of his parents' octagonal hexagonal arms did not show any shade from the start of the war. Mukimkin not only strengthens his muscles, but also his health. As long as you are activating your psychic powers, your parent becomes a non-stop muscle monster.

A few yakuzas hidden behind the table were incontinent as they were caught and crying by their parents who ripped the table apart with their bare hands and threw it away. Um, I'm scared. I'll pull a little too.

Parents ravaging the yakuza eating with violence with further violence.

A sight of a guitar rattling.

Me protecting the mountain view.

This difference in workload. It's the result of a proper division of roles, but my parents really seem to be working hard on their own.

It's Fight, Tomb Man, four more to go...... oops.

"Graveman, there's a guy trying to escape on a motorcycle!

I checked the perimeter of the building to see if the police were here with my mind, and I discovered one yakuza jumping on a sweaty motorcycle and rushing off. Immediately inject into your parent.

Parenthood nodded, and when he threw a headstone at the last yakuza and finished, he jumped out the window. Unlike Chris, I don't have a rope.

The parent, who threw herself out of the fifth floor of the building in one authentic name, ran straight after the bike when she landed on the road. The wild horses that were wrapping it around are bluffing.

Are you surprised that you fell from the height of your normal death and ran out flat?

Or are you surprised that you caught up with the accelerating motorcycle and threw away the yakuza you were riding?

Well, both.

"Hey fat man, it's over"

"Am I right? Oh, thank you all for listening."

Miyama pays a polite tribute to the yakuzas, who are often dead and cannot groan or even groan.

We took a photo of the white eyed fighting yakuza holding a faggot porn book and double-pieced it up to the SNS, and then we ran up the stairs to the police to pose and escape through the window.

This concludes tonight's bloody protest concert. Stay tuned for another opening.

Parents who had previously returned to the Moon Guard had undergone D (Dogsare) D (Doctor) emergency surgery in an operating room specially designed for the Mansion. Baba said, "DD seemed like fun for me". I don't suppose there is anything else in my life if it seems to be "fun for the price". DD is a Dorothy doctor who likes to risk a person's life more than a three-time meal, and the more excited and tense the patient is dying. It seems that it is I who live to return a patient who is certain of death. By the way, it is DD quality for minor injury patients to sigh and pretend not to look at it as if it was obviously boring.

I stole the O.R. with my mind, but he had a few bullets in his hands and feet. He was wearing iron mets under the paper bag, so his head is safe, and his torso, which was wearing bulletproof chocks, is safe. And all the bullets are stopped in shallow places.

Hmm.

The physical strengthening of the parent may also increase the toughness of the flesh. Come to think of it, no matter how much muscle you're wearing, it would be good and serious if you fell off the fifth floor of the building. The fact that nothing happened is evidence of increased toughness.

Chris, who is worried right and left taking his disguise mask in front of the O.R., did well tonight. Chris is reading the vault memories, giving out Maru's secret dossier of the Tanigao group and hitting it on his desk. If the police who went in to investigate the shootout find it, they can't escape saying it. The Tanigao group will choose whether to weaken or abandon the militant Yakuza placed in a painful position.

The cuts in the Tanioka group are going well.

But it will be time for retaliation to become harsh. Yakuza, who no longer cares, doesn't know what to do. You can't be alarmed even though you're winning a streak of battles. Anyway, I'm not invincible with my parents or my sights or Chris.

I went to collusion with Baba to smuggle strange machines like "Healing PSI Drive," which I heard wind rumors would heal any injuries by the way, in order to heal my parent's injuries for now, while I worked out further raids and defensive plans.