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

Paula hurried over to the window, diving her voice and asking.

"Hank! Are you okay? I thought you were imprisoned.

He's locked up. Physical examination also covered all belongings. But I didn't even get an X-ray. A microchip combining a thermoelectric conductive polymer developed at the University of Massachusetts with a carbon nanotube integrated circuit made in Japan is implanted in the finger, '

"What? What did you say?

In short, he planted a drone controller on his body that didn't catch on to the metal detector. It took me so long to fly this far from my house because the controller would be out of charge right away. "

"Wow!"

Paula is surprised.

No, you're not talking about an amazing place. Fuck you. First class spy or super engineer. Hank, were you such a super capable man?

I had fun intercepting Drone's radio next door.

"Hey, there's about a Koitsu IQ300."

"I don't think so. You can order all the parts online, and if you connect the parts correctly and program lightly, even high school students can make enough gimmicks."

"High school student of the day wow!?

Is this how young you are? Different affinity with the latest technology.

I can't imitate Uncle Brain Death Thought Gori.

"Right. Just a little lecture, so I was surprised."

There is wisdom in the boulder. Convinced.

Surprised. I wondered if all the mechanical geeks in American high schools could do that.

"How are the keys?

'I'm actually not sure about that either. When I woke up in the morning, I was holding it in my hand with a note. Use this to open Paula Port's cell, follow me. Pin microphones, wireless earphones, and small displays were in the pillow. I think I might have a collaborator. "

"You know what? But who the hell...?

I'm intercepting drone communications, and I'm making a quick cut out of the audio file while Nikkoniko.

Mysterious supporter move sounds fun.

'I don't know. You know, yeah... no, my story is fine. Paula, hanging in this drone is the key we just talked about. Maybe that opens the shop. Take it early. It's gonna run out of charge.'

"But even if we get out of here…………………"

Paula showed difficulty even when the time for her escape had come.

If you break out of jail, you're a prisoner out of jail. The act of fleeing becomes evidence that you have pleaded guilty to your crime, and the crime of escape is added. The police will follow. They will solicit sightings from the citizens.

It's not about helping people. Life begins to run away and hide away from the eyes of the police and the citizens.

Well, Paula doesn't sound like a hero to me. Bad system.

Hank convinced Paula to show difficulty in breaking the law.

"It used to be 'evil' to abolish slavery, right? It doesn't matter about the police, no matter what they say around you, keep raising your voice. Speak up and fight, Paula." This is wrong, "he says. Resist! I don't want to see Paula squatting and yielding in silence in a place like this. Hey, you need to get up. Stand up to me. Like when you helped me. Please."

…………

Paula grabbed a squeaky fist.

"Paula will be my dear neighbor in New York, won't she? Stop beating the shit out of the good guys. I can help too."

Paula stretched out and received the key hanging from the drone. Yeah, talk to me...

But no matter how hard they both decided to overthrow evil, there was really no salvation in reality.

What's right is justice wins. Evil is winning, isn't it? No, I won't allow such a bad end even if God forbid it.

Well.

I can't reach the keyhole from the inside of the cell, but there are psychics out there. He put out a doppelgenger outside the cell, threw the key over it and opened it normally.

See what you plan to do when you get out of jail.

The first gate is the guard. All of a sudden, she shows up in the hallway of the prison and she's stunned by the pink curly hairy magic girl (the bouncer) who freed Paula.

That's right. I have no idea what it means to be a helper who emerged from the void.

But when we were alone and one walked in, he set himself up and put his hand on the comms.

said Paula, who came all the way to the front of the guard.

"If you don't let me through, I'll push through."

"……… It's my job."

Paula and Doppelgenger synchronized and swung their fists at the guard's response, but raised their eyebrows when they saw their hands off the comms machine before it was swinging down.

The guard raised his hands and paved the way.

"But I was also at work. I remember. You were the only one who listened to me seriously when I went to a crime prevention course at Dares School. You bought me a can of coffee while the other kids got candy after the class and left. Well, I remember."

"…… Mr. Roger Smith? Did you come to class last fall?

The guard smiled.

The encounter between the two seemed a coincidence but not a coincidence.

Paula is helping people in New York. You're helping a messed up number, so the likelihood that someone who accidentally showed compassion in the past will help themselves also inevitably increases.

Subtracting it is a rare occurrence. Yes, but I honestly wasn't expecting a guard brother who was supposed to be breathing here to be bonded.

Logically speaking, I haven't been paid at all to betray Saint-Germain with a single cup of coffee.

I guess that's all the good deeds that came out of Paula's heart.

Yabe, I think I'm gonna cry a little.

"Will you let me know your name?

"It's Paula Port. This is Bouncer."

"Nice to meet you."

The bouncer said in a beautiful ventriloquist opposite Paula's voice like a stuffed nose, and met gracefully.

"I don't know what's hard for me, but I'm going to believe you. It's not just Roger the guard now, it's Roger who asked you to be kind that day. I guess we have something to do, don't we? Do it right."

"Yeah, I'll finish it today. Everything."

"You sound like a hero."

The guard laughed, and Paula laughed nigga and hit her fist with the guard.

And Paula left the prison with dignity and disappeared into the city at night.

The guard smiled at it and dropped it off, slightly and true-faced, switching on the comms.

"Archdeacon. Now Paula Port is out of jail with the bouncer."

Yes.

I'm out. Fast palm back!

Dirty adult dirty. Even if you get stuck, you're gonna break through, and you're gonna look good at Paula while you honestly protect yourself, and you're gonna sell it to your Moon Wisdom boss (Saint Germain), right? Understood. Car! That's a hell of a bastard.

"Looks like he's going to flee outside New York once and rebuild his posture. I don't know about California relatives."

…………

No, I'm sorry. It was my fault.

I think I can get my wrist from just now.

He is also the undisputed hero of the guard who helped his hero until he betrayed his boss by giving him false information while throwing his duties.

You're the coolest. Be confident.

That night, John Saint-Germain, a former life engineering professor and director of Raincoat Corp. and the Wise Archdeacon of the Moon, was relaxing on the top floor of Raincoat Corp. 's headquarters observation floor overlooking the New York skyscraper. By his side, face pale Hank Snart is shivering with upright immobility, concealing his hands wrapped around a bloody bandage on his back.

Having heard the first report that Maisie Port had been taken by a magical girl (bouncer) with pink curly hair, Saint Germain immediately dismissed the scenario he thought most likely to be realistic and switched to the assumption in the second proposal. Tell your men that you will 'expect' Roger Smith's 'proper handling' to appear to have finally betrayed them (Paula's abilities are not in the brainwashing system, and you should stop using them to see Paula's character even if your buddies have brainwashing system abilities).

Saint Germain's plan doesn't make it brittle enough to collapse with just one false statement. It made some of the personnel slightly thinner on the outskirts of New York, and even if Maisie Port was seized, it wouldn't affect a lot of people. At the end of the day, there's always a scenario for Paula to give in.

It's all about the Time Lady and the Invisible Titans if they don't come in with a cross spear.

The two men with the power of God are touching each other and putting their shoulders in the fold, such as meeting Paula and providing machinery to Hank, who should have perfectly declined contact with the outside world.

Although the two were unsure of their ultimate purpose, it could be estimated that they wanted Paula Port to grow, at least in the short run. Apparently, Paula is leading us beyond all sorts of trials to become healthy and resilient physically and mentally. Lots of play (,) bi (,) but definitely first.

I'm just Paula's biting dog. Saint Germain understands exactly where he stands.

On top of that, Saint Germain does his best. Dancing on the palms of the gods, he looks closely at God, examines, contemplates, and devotes all his efforts to knitting out measures to make his power ours.

He is a man, even if he possesses the power of God. There is always a gap that goes in.

Saint Germain is crossing a rather dangerous bridge to fall Paula Port. Means were taken to minimize the danger, but it must nevertheless be dangerous.

I don't know how far TL and IT will allow Saint-Germain to leap. It is foolish to ask how far you will be forgiven. Ask and you will see the plan from what you have asked. Therefore, we estimate and attack a critical limit to such an extent that even if God's heart is damaged, he will not be judged.

So this is another critical limit hand.

Saint Germain made one phone call at the junction in front of the headquarters building at the time Paula arrived.

Then a large truck comes in ignoring the red light. A large truck bursts into a large truck that came in and collides with its front. Cars hit one after the other on two obstacles that were made in the middle of the intersection, which eventually developed into a major accident. One vehicle that was bounced off slipped into the HQ building floor and a loud alarm sounded.

With his binoculars, Paula started a rescue operation by showing up a bouncer without getting into her hair.

It is forbidden to give the person sequelae, but there are no restrictions other than the person. It was all the wisdom followers of the beloved moon who caused the accident. I think it's my hope because it can serve as a foundation for the development of America.

"Look, your friend is a very big woman."

I tried to give Hank my binoculars, but Hank, who had just undergone a finger incision removal procedure, took them off, moaning at the pain and zeroing his tears.

Saint Germain honestly apologizes.

"No, I'm sorry. Are you sure about the analgesics?

"……… I don't want it!

Zero grin on a strong young man. He seems to be wary of poison. If I wanted to do so, I would be able to administer the poison at any time without having to fake it as an analgesic, so I'm completely worried, but I haven't thought about it that far.

Paula Port's jailbreak has already been notified to the NYPD, with a chaser. They caught up with me while I was being held up in a life-saving operation. Now he'll be put in a tougher prison and he won't be able to escape. The more you run, the heavier your sins become.

Saint Germain trusted that Paula would never overlook a citizen in danger of his life.

That's why Paula can't reach Saint-Germain.

A cop comes to secure his escape while he's holding back. Paula defeats Saint-Germain without ever confronting him.

And sooner or later it will be the key to dedicating oneself and unraveling the secret of psychic powers.

If we knew God's secret and were able to manufacture the weapon of God's slaughter, it would be a force that would make the proud United States star and stripe greater and eternal.

Saint Germain may be punished for spreading his powers. Like Prometheus, who was blamed and suffered for the blame that once gave mankind fire.

I almost wanted to.

The ball-pushing accident developed into a vehicle fire, with fire trucks and ambulances rushing to police vehicles and seemingly a perimeter blockade began to tighten up the wild horses.

Peek again with binoculars. The bouncer helped the child lifted and underlaid the vehicle as it was wrapped in flames, and he was just calling out something with a cramped smile.

You really deserve the word hero, it's a great do--

So Saint-Germain realized.

Where's Paula?

I'm not at the scene.

The answer came from behind Saint Germain.

There is a sound of beating the automatic door at the entrance of the viewing floor. Immediately the automatic door of the reinforced plastic was torn with an extinguishing axe and Paula, full of creativity, appeared.

"Hank! I'm here to help!

"Paula!"

"…… This is amazing (Amazing)"

Saint Germain was heartily surprised.

Perform rescue operations, defeat the mastermind, and help your friends. It's a trick to do everything at the same time.

Placing a bouncer at the scene of a traffic accident that developed into a more urgent fire, he climbed the building himself to St. Germain's.

Reasonably easy, but difficult to execute.

Saint-Germain has identified that the damage to the bouncer will be fed back to Paula. In fact, the burns of the bouncer operating in the fire and the damage of the heated smoke are reflected in Paula, causing burns all over her body and her breathing is plundering.

It came up to the top floor of the building in that condition. To help you through everything.

It was beyond the bounds of being patient or willing.

Put one friend and dozens of citizens on a scale, choose both, and think quickly of measures to help them both, and adult men endure and accomplish boring pain.

St. Germain deserved the greatest praise.

Doesn't that sound like a hero who's been out of the comic?

Saint Germain has met numerous good men. I've also met hypocrites. But I've never met a good man more heroic than Paula.

"But this is how I hold a gun in self-defense"

Saint Germain pointed the gun at Paula, who was still suffering more and more burns, and spoke in a good mood. I was going to make a calm voice, but it was getting fun.

Heroes and villains confronting each other on the top floor of a midnight skyscraper - what a dramatic occasion this is, I think?

"I don't even think there's anything you can do that's moving the bouncer apart. Even if you put the bouncer back and beat me down, things won't settle. All you have to do is add a crime of injury to your guilt. Friends like this."

Saint Germain said it was time to distance himself from him and beat down Hank without a glimpse.

"……… you should feel painful for once"

"You think I've never felt pain before? It has to be said that it is the work of a savage untouched man to hurt and pass the demands. And I'm a civilized man, so I can negotiate that I presented you with a benefit."

Saint-Germain manipulates the tablet terminal, throws it with the muzzle pointed at it and gives it to him. I didn't receive Paula, but I saw the video that appeared on the terminal that fell on the floor. It was surveillance camera footage from a lab somewhere showing my uncle Benjamin frosting in a capsule.

"You...... ugh!

"Some psychic powers are from the healing system. If you will cooperate, I swear I will ensure my resuscitation abilities and bring Mr. Benjamin back to life. What do you say?

…………

Paula was silent.

Saint Germain smiled calmly and waited for the answer.

And Hank, who was unconscious and rolling on the floor, woke up and put it on Saint Germain's leg.

"Paula!!!

Paula ran. Saint Germain intercepts it. The bullet that was shot from the collapsed position came off.

A heavy response that rides Paula's weight over 100 kg to the momentum of the escape pierces Saint-Germain's face.

The offense was settled with that much exchange. St. Germain, who fell on his back, could not move after Paula. Saint Germain is never young, nor is he working out.

St. Germain, who was sealed in motion with a weight of more than 100 kg, did not, however, break the margin at all.

"I see, justice prevails in all worlds. But let us not forget, before and after the triumph of righteousness there is an evil triumph. What are you going to do now? Knock me down. You must have felt bad about your chest. And then what? Defeating me won't change your chances of being prosecuted by Raincoat. [M] Even if we now explore our headquarters and find evidence of bad deeds, evidence of wrongdoing obtained by fraudulent means does not possess the ability to prove them. Nothing changes. Young man, the reality is that if you defeat the bad guys, they're not all happy ends-"

"Come on, you're talking longer than our principal."

Hank picks up a removed pistol and smashes Saint-Germain's head with his toe.

Paula flaunts her shoulders and makes a bouncer appear next to herself who calls her back from the fire scene where the rescue effort is over.

And "The Bouncer Who Became Saint Germain" answered with Saint Germain's voice.

"I had plenty of time for image training in the detention center. I asked you to teach me different ways. [M] I know exactly what I can do with co (,) re (,) now. You know that, don't you?

St. Germain laughed furiously, grinning for a moment at his face and voice.

The beaten face hurt badly, but I couldn't stop laughing enough to feel even the pain refreshed.

Stuffed with laughter, Saint-Germain finally took the power out of his whole body to conceive.

"Paula Port. Let's surrender. This time, it's your victory, no doubt."

That day, Raincoat executives John Saint-Germain held a press conference.

The press corps thought it was a statement about a vehicle accident in front of HQ the night before, but it wasn't.

Saint Germain made a three-hour long whistleblow about Raincoat Corp. and the Moon's Wisdom, exposing naked a number of excessive evil deeds that could hardly be said to be the vagaries of the two organizations.

St. Germain, who faintly read the documents and left the conference hall, was immediately issued an arrest warrant and caught. Hitting and changing from the rap wave he showed at the press conference, Saint-Germain smiled enigmatically and silenced after his arrest, leaving all the answers to his lawyer.

But before he wanted to go to trial, he uttered only one word to the reporter.

It was a short word. It is said that it was more a word directed at someone than a declaration.

These are the words.

"I will surely return."