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

After Paula Port's inspection and before heading to the hotel, I thought to myself, Mr. Port... Can I have Benjamin now, I stopped by the hospital to see how Benjamin was doing, but my love ran out early and I cut up my visit.

Benjamin, sucks.

I have four more days, and if my medical condition suddenly changes, I could die by the end of the day, but I was waking up on my bed and sewing my niece's new school bag. Besides, in the morning, I was finishing repairing a broken spaceship toy that had been deposited with a neighbor boy, and he asked me to deliver it.

You're the one who's definitely gonna see it. I'm familiar with it. I'm not half ready to die.

It's insane that you're about to die. In a good way. In a way that's too good.

If I were you, I'd be dying soon, I'd buy up the most expensive meat in the butcher, luxurious BBQ, or gamepack from the gamer before the release date that I still can't arrange in the store. With the tweezers.

Benjamin is selfless by comparison.

Well, it's okay about Benjamin. I don't know him anymore. He lives and dies as he pleases.

You just have to live with an exquisite bee miracle and the disease heals naturally and fails to self-sacrifice. You just have to live with all the previous kime dialogues turned into grand emptiness and feel fucking embarrassed.

Pep!!!

Returning to the hotel's twin room, Xu stretched her spine to the edge of a pile of cardboard and sat down in a beautiful position, gracefully reading a witch picture book for girls, no matter how she saw it.

The beds are lined with beautifully unwrapped tapestries and heartsticks of American colour in painful shades to the eyes.

You just bought up American Magic Girl goods here. I really live with my hobby. Neither do I.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your pleasure, but do you have a moment?

As I picked up the magic girl doll with the shadow of Langhua somewhere on her bed, she stuck her palm out at me with a thermal gaze on the picture book and posed for a moment.

Two minutes later, Xu closed the picture book satisfactorily and carefully returned it to the cardboard box.

"Please wait. What is it?"

"I chased Paula all day today -"

When I told him what I had seen and heard at school and that I had visited Benjamin at last, he thought a little. Then he takes the tablet terminal and manipulates it slightly to show a screen where the pictures are uneven.

"Is the man who was teaching that student secret society in this?

"Wait a minute.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. This guy? This guy?... This is him. What's this list?

"It's a list of secret society executives in New York."

"Secret Society!?

"Though the only ones listed are those with an official website"

"The secret society............?

If there was an official website before, real or fake, wouldn't it be a secret?

I glanced at the screen with the “ I followed the link and found that the man ’ s name was Jason Smith and he was a member of the largest secret society in New York called Lunar wisdom.

Moon Wisdom has partnered with Raincoat, a large healthcare company, to put "A Bright Future Through Psychic Development" on the slogan and have rapidly grown in strength since the super water polo incident. Looks like he's brought in a bunch of skilled lawyers and some of the guys who are good at Wall Street gold accounts. Because they even produce senators, that's why they're eroding schools.

I'm scared of America.

... No, if Japan had let the Tanioka group go wild, would the same thing have happened? It was dangerous.

Just a little research, I'm leaving. I'm leaving, a bunch of suspicious rumors.

Healthcare company Raincoat called it a clinical trial of psychic awakening, securing a huge specimen. They're running some kind of human experiment.

Apparently, a student attending a rally of the Moon's Wisdom was exceptionally exempted from drug testing.

It seems that the wife of the Mayor of New York is a member of the Moon's Wisdom.

Apparently, police access is severely denied in the Moon's Wisdom Owned Building.

They don't understand the use of huge donations from secret society constituents.

This whole thing stays in the rumor area because we can't find legal arms and evidence by a group of skilled lawyers. Large corporate power is good.

That's all the information I could get, and there wasn't any senior executive information that seemed to hold a real secret even when it came to the unfortunate secret society where the official HP was.

He's hiding what needs to be properly hidden. Great. Sounds like a secret society.

What you're doing is the opposite of greatness.

"Otherwise yes. Turn it off?...... can I turn it off?

I am responsible for the birth of the dark secret society of society.

But it's up to the citizens of New York to raise them to this point. I won't let anyone tell me I couldn't stop it. Anything from now on, if citizens quit participating in the Moon's intellectualist activities at the same time, that's all they will disintegrate.

Even if I crush the wisdom of the moon here, it is visible that the wisdom of the second and third moon appears and does the same thing.

When I leaned my head, he said thoughtfully.

"I'd like to hold onto the evidence before I do. You can't judge by the rumors alone."

"Then I will look up the wisdom of the moon from one end to the other..."

"No, it's faster to access the CIA database."

"Ma, can you do that?"

"I have connections."

My daughter-in-law is excellent and troublesome.

You want me to do a match-pump plan? I'm starting to feel good just watching the game as a psychic transplant machine.

* He accessed the CIA database on a secret line and pulled information from the Moon's Wisdom.

The top Wisdom of the Moon is "The Archdeacon John Saint-Germain".

The smell of a pseudonym is my real name. Originally a fingerfolding life engineering professor at the academy, he resigned from his teaching position in the super water polo case and is invited to join the medical company Raincoat. He quickly emerged and fell into the heavy town of Raincoat, manipulated a large number of his men as he wished with skillful crowd control techniques, nodded, sometimes threatened, and organized the Wisdom of the Secret Society Month to expand into the heart of New York.

The Moon's Wisdom now has about 600,000 general constituents and 300 executives across the United States, and is still expanding.

Naturally also marked by the CIA, John Saint-Germain is also an enthusiastic patriot, passing experimental results information of his own psychic research to the CIA. This makes the CIA miss the wisdom of the moon.

If human psychic expression is successful with an approach from the medical direction, it is because it is reflected directly in the national interest of the United States. It's a kind of back-trade.

It's so doth hard due to black adult circumstances.

Adults are... dirty...

According to CIA data, the central figure of the Moon's Wisdom is like John Saint-Germain. Remove him and the Moon's Wisdom will be greatly weakened.

As a result of discussions with the customer, we decided to incorporate him into the match pump. I'm going to be the boss of the inaugural New York Branch event.

Even in the absence of an event-match pump, John Saint-Germain is an unconscionable and ferocious poison to New York citizens. The citizens of New York should have a chance to recognize his work and bring him to justice.

I wish I could judge you legally and publicly, but the competent archdeacon, John Saint-Germain, naturally creates a long relationship with big companies, the CIA, and lawyers because he's wary of it. It's out of hand with the positive-attack method.

In other words, Paula, awakened by psychic powers, prepares the stage to defeat the Moon Wise - John Saint-Germain.

How American it is to defeat a bad man with super power awakened by an impenetrable man. I don't deny that I have the careless wild horse guts to see that kind of sight in real life.

If our wild horse guts give us a chance to sweep the obvious danger organization, it's not a bad story.

Nevertheless, the match pump is the match pump. This is reality, not fiction. There's no way that a young psychic backed up by the Dark Mega Corp. Secret Society and Invisible Titans would be dead if he collided head-on, even after a fight between drug habituals and the police said it was a national pattern in which shootings occurred and martyrdom would occur.

That's why we need to make sure the dead don't come out.

"You just have to break your heart in advance," he said.

We'll break John Saint-Germain mentally in advance and keep him alive. If I don't kill Paula, if I can repel her, I won't do it again. But if I promise, I'll make a big deal out of it. Negotiating Fine Parts (Tutorial?) is not an area where I speak out. I'll leave it to you.

Defeat the boss beforehand to establish the boss as the boss... I don't think I know what it is myself.

Since it was late at night during the investigation and consultation, she went to bed just now for her beauty.

As far as I'm concerned, I wanted to go and raid John Saint-Germain right now because the tension had risen within my plan, but I had no choice but to do so. I decided to turn it tomorrow.

Dawn, the next day.

John Saint-Germain, the wise archdeacon of the Moon, has been extremely busy and the appointment of the meeting has been filled until earlier. It is difficult to set up an opportunity for talks with a positive approach.

That's why I interrupted John Saint-Germain's room on the top floor of a moon-owned skyscraper early in the morning. Time stops & mindfulness ignore all surveillance from outside the building to the top floor at once, windows open from the inside with mindfulness, penetration complete with a flat breaking of a 60cm thick steel bulkhead. Both of us are wearing hoods. I have a voice changer because I can't change my voice as easily as I can.

It was a stylish, spacious room with rich people. John Saint-Germain, sitting on the couch brushing his teeth and reading the newspaper, pulled out his pistol and fired at us without hesitation the moment he saw us emerge with a wind hole in the bulkhead.

"Whoa!?

I was surprised and jumped up lightly, but there was no damage. Glad I tensioned, constant deployment mindset barrier.

It's been a long time since I've been shot with a gun. American guns are big caliber. The user's arm is good. If you're sure what the barrier feels like, two of them are ballistic ballistics that pierce your eyebrows with all five bullets.

What the hell is this guy? So far so high spec, but so good to the shooting arm? Fine.

Before all the bullets could be fired, the wax moved. A pistol suddenly disappears from John Saint-Germain's hand, breaking up on the table and appearing in a clean line.

I look at my hand in surprise. I forced John Saint-Germain to sit on the couch with my mind.

Well, why don't you? Let's start by breaking my heart.

'I will not resist. Let's obey.'

Before I made my first sound, John Saint-Germain said pale and lowered his head.

No, it's early. Talk fast.

No more upsets, confusion, resistance?

He puts aside a beat and asks briefly.

'... who am I?

"It's Time Lady. He's Invisible Titan."

"Answer how we broke in."

"Fly from outside the building with mindfulness and reach the top floor during the time pause. Weathering the bulkhead by acceleration of time or by mindfulness… Hmm, mindfulness to observe from the traces? Destroyed with mindfulness, broke in. Can I ask you a question?

"No, think about our purpose."

'Negotiation, of course. It's not murder. With all that power, I would already be dead. It's not personal. It's too quiet. If you describe a more short-term purpose, you are testing my thinking skills in an emergency and measuring the threat.'

"95 points"

What? What's happening?

It's too early to talk. I can't keep up.

"Overrated Painful, Time Lady"

'Let's communicate our demands. Within three months, a psychic will come to defeat you. Defeat this. It is forbidden to kill and to have mental and physical after-effects.'

"Understood"

'It is forbidden to say anything about our information. When I break it, I erase your memories and take care of it. "

"Understood"

"Additional instructions will be sent in a form that we can see."

"Understood"

…………

John Saint-Germain replied instantly to all the words. Somehow I find out what's going on.

What the hell is this guy really? Things are too clear. No, you're highly understanding? The interaction was too smooth and the conversation progressed at an unusual rate.

No, well, maybe, I know I understand it properly even at this speed, but it shouldn't seem like some kind of trap. It's a conversation, and it's the opposite of buying time, and it's okay, right?

I also feel a slight sign of confusion. Send me a gaze from under the hood and say, "What do we do?" He talks silently, "but I don't know. You can't keep up with me. Frightened. I'll take care of it.

When I glanced at her shoulder, she said again for a minute.

"… forgive me for the goodness of things and allow me to ask one question"

'Thank goodness. So... is the psychic human (homo sapiens)?

"Jesus. Unbind me. You're free to go. '

When he was told to untie his mental restraints, John Saint-Germain jumped to his desk judiciously. It was such a sudden and quick move that I set myself up, but it was the paper and pen, not the weapon, that John Saint-Germain took in his hands. He's reddishing his cheeks, roughing up his breath, writing formulas and running writing and beating him up in a mess as he runs his eyes blood.

Frightening, frightening. I'm already scared of New York. He's the only one in this city!

Let's go home. Let's just go back to the hotel. Let's go back to the hotel and go to bed with a voice changer that I prepared for you but didn't show up. Tired.