Three weeks after the parent revival. With the exception of Miyama, moon-night visitors were boarding a late night flight on a domestic flight accompanied by a group of detached moon watchmen. Most of the seats are filled with moon guards.
Strangers who remain in the Moon Watch today are ready to fight the Tanioka group, but many are prepared but without strength. Children, old people, poor people, etc. They get hit too unilaterally no matter how morale. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
My parents decided to lower those non-combatants backwards. We will be able to use the vast amount of land in Hokkaido at a discount in the religious era, where alienation puts it as a labor force. It's hard to farm tight because they're the ones who can't stand the fight against Yakuza originally, but it's not never useless. It would be good if we managed to eat away from the feud. Even as the owner of the farmland who wants to borrow the cat's hand due to lack of successors, it seems that it is very unlikely to be the best but not bad.
It's a dangerous bridge at the point of hiring those guys who don't have a work visa, though. If you find out, it is one shot out. It may not be impossible to push through without knowing, but is it because of the morality of your parents that you know you are an illegal worker and close your eyes?
Parenthood places about a hundred people to be alienated to work (?) accompanied as a courtesy to hand over to.
Baba followed the neglected group for a while and accompanied them to Hokkaido to serve as interpreters.
Chris accompanies Sapporo Ramen for a walk.
I am accompanied by a breath of absentee black labor.
Miyama left a message in Tokyo because he can't make a hole in the Tanigao Group Front, albeit temporarily. Miyama, who has finally been able to make a bomb attack lately, has turned into a little map weapon. It's hard to attack on a single horse because he's fat, dull and unmanoeuvrable, but he won't have a problem if he stays away for a little while. The Tanigao group has recently lost their morale.
Anyway, the Tanigao group was behind everything they could do during parental care. Sudden mass food poisoning just before the raid (?), gas leak accident, car enstpunk fuel leak, meteorite drop, shoelace tread and fall, office occupied by black cat group, malfunction rate 80% at pistol firing, knife rusting overnight as if soaked in salt water in a gap with my eyes off, when I wake up I don't remember drinking, hold a liquor bottle and top Mt. Fuji.
If you look at each and every one of them, you can say, "Sometimes it's weird, but sometimes it's unusual," but the more it piles up, the more it becomes. Because it was a strange phenomenon that began with parental illness, rumors spread in the Tanigao group that it was the curse of the tomb man, increasing the number of hipsters and causing twitching and lower morale. Conversely, the Moon Guard is exhilarating because it is a blessing by Tianwei.
There's no such thing as a curse in this real world. Come on!
If we had something like that, we'd be fighting the curse, not the darkness of the world by now!
All of that curse is manual, you idiots!
Chris and Baba, sitting amicably next to each other in a seat above my right window, started exchanging treats and flirting as the plane took off, spreading the tourist magazine across the sticky note and once again indulging in the Hokkaido recommended spot. It should also be noted that the parents are seated away and are trying to make the Shaggy Kids look good.
"Hey, can I tell you all the calves?
"I don't mind, I don't mind. Instead, I get a dozen biscuits."
"Ah, don't eat tanukis and foxes! Atashi eats."
I also tried to open the bag of chips because it makes it smell delicious next to each other, but for some reason it's not in the bag.
Looking beside him, Chris was eating the sack with his name on the magic when he stole it "for a long time".
"Hey, Chris."
"Oh, did I find out? I didn't steal it! Safe because it's looting!
"You're out. No, I don't mind a bag or so. I still don't have chocolate..."
"Chocolate delicious!
This guy............!
"Hey, are you going to plunder them all?"
"It's not just sweets, I'm going to plunder your brother's heart too."
Chris has made a blatant cute appeal with bruised winks and pieces.
Yes cute. Blonde ponite girl cute.
I don't mind being cute, but my voice is big. The declaration of pillage sounded loud on the plane, and the chatter stopped and calmed down. Only engine and air conditioning sounds dominated the place.
Chris hardened and blushed.
"Sorry, brother. Forget it now."
"Hmm, looting love? This is a sight to behold."
"Forget Baba, too?
Baba laughed unanswered.
It's bad for Baba, who expects the noon drag to unfold, but I already have someone who has made up his mind. Hmm? No, that's why it's going to be usurped love.
Stop! Don't argue for me!
When I was thinking about something stupid, Baba suddenly opened his eyes and stopped moving.
When I approached him, he whispered to me so that Chris couldn't hear me.
"There was a gunshot in the cockpit. As you can see from the conversation, the Tanigao group... a pilot was shot."
"What?"
What? Gunshots? We're on a plane here, aren't we?
"This is a silencer. It was seen as a crime based on peripheral preparation. What are we going to do?"
"What are we going to do... Huh?
I don't know what that means. Chris, who looks suspiciously at us for starting a secret conversation, aside, steals the cockpit with his mind for now.
There were four men in the cockpit. The pilot and the man bleed out of his leg and were tied up by a guy with a bad pair of sunglasses. The co-pilot, who is holding the joystick, has his pistol stuck by a bald man with a bad gut, faded and somewhat crouched.
"You're lying. Hey."
I felt blood all over my body.
It's a hijack from the Tanioka group. This!
Shit! Yabba, aaaaaaa!
No, I don't care about the hijacking itself. The culprits can just bust each other with their worst minds. Whatever they want, they can safely and securely complete the flight to Hokkaido with their minds. Zero victims in all-mindedness is almost a certainty.
The problem is the very fact that there's been a case!
Ahhh! Lost the trust of the airline! Stock Price Crash! Unemployed Suicide! Hell's Burden to Preventing Recurrence Conference Sites Worse Management Bankruptcy! I don't know what kind of hand you used. The baggage inspector who allowed you to bring in your pistol flies! Big news on foreign international columns too! Travelers to Japan have fallen dramatically! Numerous Air Flight Operation Meetings Over the Long Term! Negative economic effects of chain explosion! We're working to kill ourselves by cleaning things up, preventing a relapse, and the police are working even harder to die! Suicide! Hospitalized! Even less personnel and negative spirals! Worsening of security! Loss of confidence in the international community!
Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
Tanioka! What are you doing, Boquete? The fighting in Tokyo probably sucks, but the hijacking doesn't suck!
I think I'm going to throw up. Can't you ever mislead me now? No, I can't. The pilot's been shot, and the flight recorder confesses to the truth.
"What? What? What are you doing out of the blue? You look like you're dying, don't you?
"My stomach is dying. Help me."
"Mm, I don't know, but I get it. Atashi will help you!
Chris slapped his chest plate and said out confidently.
I'm happy with the feeling, but I guess I can't solve the situation fundamentally without going back in time and making historical changes.
Chris continued to laugh at me powerlessly.
"I can't have my brother right now. Because it is a violation of the four rules of the moon and night. Ame confiscated it as punishment."
"Huh?"
"Light is to light, evil or not, don't kill it. And the end?"
"……… laugh."
I noticed when I was told.
I'm not laughing right now. It's not funny.
"And Ri. Atashi is laughing. I prefer my brother!
Saying so, Chris grinned as dazzled as the sun.
Shit.
It is likely to be purified.
This girl, the incarnation of the sun or something?
"Let's hear the plan. Night and night."
"What? Evil, Kumi? Fun one?"
"Yeah, the one that makes it fun."
Baba asked delightfully and Chris stepped out excitedly, and I laughed invincibly and replied.
That's right.
Terrorists attacking schools, criminal organizations occupying television stations, hijackers terrorizing planes. Beat it gorgeously.
How many times have I ever been so paranoid that I would have gotten laid alone?
Takaoka gave me the opportunity to make my delusions a reality.
What happened to Hijack?
I watch the moon and night.
I'm gonna turn this into a joke!
I left it to Chris to explain that Baba's ear sensed what was going on on on the plane, and then I asked him to contact me, and I hurried to investigate and work out a plan.
Currently, the plane is changing course and swirling heavily over Tokyo Metropolitan Area. The arming of the cockpit's Valley Oka team is like an explosive disguised as a confection by one knife and the other by a pistol. And then there's the bomb-like thing attached to the messy group of machines in front of the cockpit.
A range that is sufficiently threatening to be armed in an altitude of 7500m enclosed space, but can also be addressed with a sealed state of mind spec for moon and night viewing. But there are too many general passengers to carry out the battle. You can't let a bouncing stray bullet get you killed.
Uh, so what we should do is cover the general passengers with a barrier and also stop the pilots from bleeding? And then let your parents know what's going on...
"Oh, wait."
I interrupted my thoughts and stopped grabbing the clothes of a slight man who tried to get up from the back seat to the front.
Absolutely. I'm starting an iron fist sanction play by the muscle moly macho man in front of me close to the cockpit now. It's dangerous, so please step back.
"What is it?
"Excuse me, something a little dangerous is about to happen. I think you should go back to your seat."
The guy who took my advice turned his face down sassy. Let your mouth spill like a fish lacking acid...
- He grabbed my chest and put a knife in my neck with a tight knife from behind so that it could stand and flow.
"Whoa!?
"Grow up! I'll kill you, motherfucker!
A third hijacker, Mr. Hiro, who turns a leopard and twitches in his ear.
Surprised! I had no idea.
But right, I see. Did you have a watchman besides the executor? That's why you took me hostage when you found out that hijacking was on my advice. Smart. Best of all, except for the worst mistake you've ever made of holding me hostage.
You're the one who's gonna make it harder, aren't you?
I almost blew my mind off dangerously and aggressively because I suddenly poked my knife at me. It's like a reflexive shake off a bug that just popped in front of you.
You're the one, because if I hadn't been critical and restrained, I'd be across the stratosphere by now breaking through the fuselage walls, shattering through them and turning into blood smoke. I'm glad you're a killer-friendly hostage!
The passengers and crew noticed the presence of the hijacker and screamed.
Baba has a natural scream to go with it, but you're definitely laughing inside out.
Chris, instantly on the ground and at an invisible angle from the hijacker, may be ready to certify as Medium Patience.
The situation kept moving.
A pistol yakuza returns, standing up with a rugged face, leaving one guard out of the cockpit and finishing tying the pilot.
After a moment of surprise when he sees me as a hostage, he makes a frightened face. I'm supposed to be able to put up a barrier of strength about "I can prevent a pistol, but I can't do a rifle". My parents quickly figured out that it was the Hiro Yakuza who was taking me hostage that was putting my life at risk.
The parent was also surprised at the gunshot that rang behind him.
"Be quiet! This plane's taken over! Shut up or I'll kill you!
An angry hijacker, but not quiet at all, rather the gunfire made me scream and upset. Many crying children and semi-studded people wonder if they should run away or lay low. I'm not ignoring the killer's words. I just don't understand Japanese very well.
You seem to have forgotten that the Moon Guards are a group of strangers of foreign origin. It won't be communicated unless you speak clearly and slowly in a good, simple language.
Baba stood on his seat and shouted in multiple languages before a frustrating killer shot a second shot, not understanding why he was making a fuss when he threatened to kill him. Every time more than a dozen translations are made, the flight gets quieter gradually. Eventually, the plane calmed down, and Baba turned to the killer and said, "Incompetence!" I just sat there pounding my tongue. Don't provoke him too much.
The pistol man coughed up and pointed the muzzle at his parents, declaring as if nothing had happened.
"Hey Tomb Man. Don't move, don't move. The cockpit was subdued. If you try to do something, the man behind you dies. The plane's upside down in the heart of the city."
The current position starts at the beginning of the plane.
Pilot tied to cockpit, co-pilot and knife user under threat.
Gunners and relatives near the head of the room.
Baba in the back seat of the room · Chris taking off his black t-shirt inside while wearing a jacket in the shade of that seat and converting it to a mask.
A knife with a knife around my neck from behind me in the aisle at the rear of the room ②.
I don't care, but it's not good to have the cockpit under control.
My mind can only be used where I can see it. I can't see through the cockpit from my current position and the co-pilot can't help me.
When I shook my head subtly, my parents only nodded slightly on their faces.
"You guys are the Tanigao group. What's the purpose?"
"Ha! You've decided to slaughter Temei. Hey! Guitar fat! Ninja! Brainy bastard! If you're here, listen! Immediately if you have any weird moves! I'm gonna blow this plane up! Stay with me! If Temei and the others surrender, we'll use them!
Ha. So you haven't been able to figure out who you are but your parents yet, have you?
Bringing in pistols and explosives, cockpit control, a watchman placed in the guest seat and an ad hoc response. It's a rather elaborate and planned offense, but it doesn't seem to be perfect either.
My parents put their hands up and posed for surrender.
"I understand the story. If my life is for you, shoot me. Instead, don't put your hands on the other passengers."
"Hang on! You're kidding me. I know you're a monster."
The pistol man laughed at me with his nose, and his parents warped his face. They found out.
Running well from the big shootout and fleeing, if you return fast, will you even find out?
Parents who had already gained the toughness to reduce bullet damage even when they fought the shootout, but the Mukimkin application training during healing allows them to concentrate on the enhancement rate. Increase resilience instead of resting muscle strength. Increase muscle strength at the expense of resilience. The more you specialize in toughness enhancement, the more you can afford to completely deactivate your pistol. Simply strong.
"That's why I do this."
The Tanioka group would not know how and why around it, but the solution was right.
Install a bomb disguised as confetti on the wall next to the plane with a pistol pointed at his parents. I set the timer to distance myself and blasted it as I stuck to my seat.
Panic recurs with blowing explosions and brisk strong winds. As he caught the passenger with his mind and returned to his seat, who was about to be sucked into the blowing wind hole from his seat with fierce momentum, the heavens of his seat opened properly and the oxygen mask descended along with an ominous alert. Wow, I've seen it in these movies! I'd love to, but that's not the case.
He silenced the noisy passengers with intimidating fire, and the pistol Yakuza shook the wind hole with his chin and said.
"Jump down. Meh. Just die, or you stick a whole plane in the city and wind up with a few hundred people to die. I'll let you choose who you like."
Hiuuu! Egg. Egg. No candy and munchies, munchies and munchies. He's poking at me for two bad choices.
If I freefall without parachute from altitude of 7500m, it would be a mince. Much more certain than shooting or poisoning. I guess the superhuman nature that my parents have shown me makes me think I can't kill Tanioka if I don't make it this far.
Hmm.
Scanning complete for the entire plane while we're doing the mess.
Only three passengers with weapons, or the Tanioka group, are now in motion.
The only remaining bomb belongs to the cockpit.
If we take control of the three of us and handle the bomb, we can solve this hijacking case.
When I was thinking of a stylish solution, Chris, who had finished wearing the mask at my feet, threw a chocolate cakela at my feet and signaled. Show me your hand mirror and throw it tightly.
I see? OK, so let's do it. Chris threw a hand mirror at the cockpit, relayed the hand mirror to see through and rescue the co-pilot & handle the bomb. Fine-tuning mirror angles and flight distances can be done with mindfulness. The rest is over without a double parent.
All right, look at the timing.
"Okay, let's jump."
Hmm?
"You're being honest... what are you up to?"
Parenthood, why are you walking towards the hole?
"Nothing. It's just that I'm not allowed to fall alone. I want at least one of you involved."
Wait, you're gonna die?
"I see. Be my guest."
"Yeah, I'll take it personally. That's why you're on the road. I'll take care of the rest!
"What? Me!? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...!
Parents grabbed the collar of the pistol man and dared to freefall to the night sky. The scream of the pistol man disappears with a doppler effect.
Oh, ya-boo! What are you doing! What are you doing!
"You're dead. Stupid bastard."
"Shit! It's true, motherfucker. We can't help it. Let's be fools too."
I grabbed the knife on my neck and snapped, carrying the knife man behind me, who wanted me to win something, and dashed to the big hole.
I'm going to go see him now.
"What? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
"I left the rest to you!
I also dared to follow Freefall back to the sky, imitating my parentage.
Hold your hand, Eye, Cane, Fry!
"Awwwwwwwwwwwww!
"Oh, the starry sky is amazing!
"Die uuuuuuuuuuu!
"Look, look, there's a cloud down there! Awesome! The moon! Romantic cu!...... you'd think so too! Hey! Right!!!
"I don't like it. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
"Look, Skydiving. Say it's fun!...... hmm? Ah! This guy passed out!
Poor Yakuza peeled off his white eyes and passed out.
- Oh, boy. No parachute. I feel sorry to pass out at about 7500m freefall.
This is what you guys were trying to impose on your passengers. I'm scared to death and I'm actually going to die.
Feel it, reflect.
Skydiving was fiercely windy and windy. The knife man who has passed out has a wind pressure that distorts his face and makes him look like an artist's weird face. And the drop speed is faster than I thought. If we don't do anything, it's going to crash into one of the skyscrapers in the city centre in a couple of minutes and become a red stain.
I'm supposed to be falling, but sensibly I seem to be on the wind blowing up from below, and I approached the team of parents & pistol men who are a little further down on the wind as I aided them with my mind.
I came close and found out, but the pistol guy seemed like a guy with a pretty good liver, and even when he was forced to abruptly skydive, he was still firing at his parents with a pistol.
But there was no way to hit him, and he hit Maghre. Not a single shot was fired into his parents' arms and sparks were scattered with no damage. Tough. Tough reinforced.
He threw his shoe at the pistol yakuza, approached the frightening gap, and became a tight and corrupt parent. Next to it, when I put it on, my parents opened their eyes and yelled at the sound of the wind.
"Hey, why are you here! I'll take care of the rest!
"Chris and Baba are left! I'm fine now, I won't let my parents die!
"What are you talking about? You! I'm not going to die from scratch!
"What?"
Oh, really?
I was wondering if I had sacrificed myself and tried to help the passengers.
"Focus on the intensity and you should be able to land about one foot crushed!
"Should be!? It's 7500m! It's impotent!"
"You're going to have to do it even if it's impotent! Better than getting a plane blown up!
Mm-hmm!
That's, well.
I guess the parent who wasn't seeing Chris, who was secretly moving, felt stuck. Someone could have been killed if they had taken the time because they would have fired on the plane.
But even if the parent is helped by hardening, I feel the impact of the landing propagated and died no matter how well Yakuza-kun carried him on the road. No, let's not go in there.
"I can't help but do it Mon! Don't move as you are, we'll all put it together and slow down with our minds and land soft! That won't even crush your legs!
"You can only support one or two good people! Four of us!
Ah…………!
Shit, that's what it was set up for. It's hard! Who is this annoying, strapped guy! It's me!
"......... I just woke up to the hidden power and gained power, so I'm fine!
"You idiot. Do you have such a convenient story! Tell me you can't do what you can't do!
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry"
That's right!
Awesome persuasion! I can't argue with that!
It's only in fiction that it's convenient to wake up to the power that's hidden in the pinch.
In reality, all I can do is give it the strength it's trained for.
Who are you, the guy who made the shit out of it that night time already comes to the limit of growth and it doesn't make sense to train! It's me! Idiot!
"I'll do something about him and myself! Think about yourself and him for a long time.
In the middle of my parental words, I saw the head of the plane's fuselage during a sudden descent, around the cockpit, erupting fire.
Hooray, yeah, yeah!
Chris, you!
Bomb disposal failed!
I checked with my mind, the co-pilot was helped. The last remaining yakuza was restrained by fishing line, but there was a second wind hole in the cockpit.
My parents also noticed a plane that raised smoke and fell. Fade your face away.
"How about! Night long, over there is a priority! Help me! We'll do something over here! Go!"
"Hey."
I am thrust by my parents and fly towards the plane. I fainted in agitation, and both Yakuzas pulled with their minds.
No, parent, you just said yourself, "All you have to do is support one or two people for the night". There's no power in crashing a plane for long nights. The boulder's parents also seemed anxious to foreshadow the catastrophe.
... No, I'm fine with it.
The catastrophe ends only with a foretaste.
In the story of what they contacted Baba for.
It's not a lie to end the hijacking with a joke.
I may not be able to laugh at the boulders, but it can't just be tragic.
Because.
In this city!
Because there are secret societies fighting the darkness of the world!!!
As I landed on the Arakusa River with the two Yakuzas and looked up at the sky, a white, long curved rail suddenly appeared beneath the plane's fuselage as it burst into the heart of Tokyo at night. That rail gradually slowly changes the plane's direct landing manoeuvre. Underneath the fuselage, a neglected young man mounted it, releasing a frozen beam from the silver armpit, brilliantly painting the rail and the struts supporting it.
An equally untouched girl is mounted on the aircraft's neck, releasing an intense flame like a rocket blast from the silver wing on its back, which is about two turns smaller from the entire body, causing the fall rate to be killed. A perfectly controlled flame does not deliver any heat to a masked ninja who is flashing with a large hollow cockpit.
Eventually, the white rail is completed and a course can be made to land on the rough river. Then, several shaft ships floating on the river surface are instantaneously moved one after the other to be ashore in a safe position. On the rooftop, a woman of good style stood with a silver cane in the night breeze and moonlight.
They were all hiding their identities in pitch-black combat suits and hoods, masks.
Wow, our secret society!
I received an anonymous report and it rushed me to a crisis in Tokyo!
That was an active play for a few minutes in time. Almost completely killed the momentum, the fuselage safely watered the Arakawa along the rails. The water freezes to secure the fuselage and the ice bridge stretches to shore. Looking at it, the mysterious group of black clothes scratched off without warning, just as they did when they appeared.
A few beats awakened and cheers exploded on the plane. The incident, which was thought to be an unprecedented catastrophe, ended without a single death.
The (completely artificial) miracle was here......!
I watched it with my mind, but my single, settled parent is safe. Word execution, it is boulder.
All you have to do is get away before the police come and find out about the illegal group of residents smuggling!
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Describe the oral records of Mr. Shibata (32), who works for the Ramen Dalmati Inn, a franchise store on the ground floor of the foothold ST building.
The questioner's dialogue is omitted.
"Just after the peak of the night, you were just about to have a customer hack. The part-time job backed up that day and I've been working on it for a long time. I've been very busy. I finally took a breath, so I lowered my dishes."
"Then there's some noise outside, isn't there? What is it? What is it? But I can't open a store and go see it. I don't know what you think, but..."
"Yeah, with Dawn. It's falling. People."
"At first, the earthen smoke was amazing and I wasn't sure, but after landing kimmer in a hero-like pose, I hurried to take off my clothes and wrapped it around my face to hide it. You must have looked bad when they saw you. You'll see."
"Uh, uh, you took your clothes off, didn't you? Naturally, you can see the upper body. You even have amazing wounds all over you. I'm not familiar with it, but the bear attacked me. Oh, it won't. Then it's definitely catana wounds and gunshot wounds."
"What the hell is this guy, I think? Are you sure it's a person? That. I thought so, too. So, if you look up there, you can see the night sky even though it's the first floor of the building. There's a hole in the sky straight away. Oh, this guy, he fell all seven floors off the roof, and he said," Oh, no. "
"That's what makes it worse from here. What did that person do after that?"
"Oh, my God, I got up sooo good, I did the dinosaur chatter I kept in front of the store and walked home normally!
"At that moment, I went from being an inept monster human to being an uncle chatter all at once. It's not good."
"Ma, I'm not sure, but weren't you in a hurry because you wanted to make a chatter? I was hoping you'd come in through the entrance, if you could."
"No, I'm not complaining. I got enough money to rebuild the store twice anonymously. There's a Shishi family."
That's it.
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