Wolf Barrel 5.56

If only I could reach out.

If only I could notice a few more seconds sooner.

I should have grabbed that sleeve.

Pedro was gone from me, like zero sand from the gap between his fingers.

Everything in the plan fails.

I kept running away with no shame or outrage as I swept the pursuit of the police force. Serios Medio, who partitioned the Southern Pleasure Street of Dronford, is the same as Koso Mud when this happens.

I don't know what happened to the troops afterwards. For that matter, you won't be able to help anyway. It took the form I wanted, but it didn't make sense for my brother to die.

I lay on my own in a dungeon beside a mountain road.

Wear grass leaves around you like a hare, narrow your breath and kill the signs. When I tried to drop the dirt on my cheek, I realized for the first time that my fingers were trembling.

It was a nightmare sight.

The kind of bursting sound that I think broken glass came into my ear. At the same time, the human body blew up. As if explosives had been planted inside his skin, his hands exploded, his legs exploded, his chest exploded and his head exploded. I don't know when or who will. The only certainty was that whenever a sharp sound sounded, someone would suffer a tragic wound. Now it may be my turn to scatter my guts. In retrospect of that time, my bowels froze.

Pedro's heart could not bear that fear.

I panicked, popped up shortly after I stopped... and died unbroken.

Poor thing.

My chills got cold and stiff, but I shudder with a blurb.

He said he was almost there. If only I had enjoyed it a little longer, the garbage would have been cleaned up and everything would have fit in circles.

I took the "Brother Shard" out of my nose. That was part of a thousand chopped scalps. I smelled a slight residual smell of hair and rubbed my fingers gently. Gentle, loving as a head. "..." Eventually I couldn't stand it and held my brother's wreckage in my chest.

Zero tears as he kills his voice. Rub your cheek against your brother's wreckage. It only feels like cold mud. Nowhere was the warmth that gave me happiness, like last night. Damn. Pedro, why are you dead? How could I not wait? Why, why not.

"Hey, which way did you go!" "Damn dark elves fucked Lito!" "He's got to be hiding around here, look for him!

Multiple men's voices have stepped foot in my thoughts.

The emotions that were so expensive to grieve cooled in an instant. I felt as though I had been mocked for the death of my brother.

Three of the handsome policemen, not even knowing I was lurking right next to them, are turning right and left like pigs with their asses kicked. He is stirring agony in his face and rattling a long spear in his hand. Everything got in my way.

Both worms. You don't even give me time to grieve?

Dos, a black flame of intent to kill sprinkles with melamella in your chest.

Fine.

I'll give you guys this grief, too.

I abandoned the choice of hiding and overdoing the men, and I decided to kill them on this occasion.

Wait for the three of them to pass right by.

Timed - I quickly pulled a short bow and released an arrow from the bush. An arrow, silenced for assassination, made a buzzing bee-like sound and flew, piercing one of the policemen's necks. The arrow broke through the skin, tore the carotid artery, traversed the throat, and jumped out of the opposite skin. It's like a branch grew out of a man's neck. The arrows are carefully constructed to deliberately spread the wound. Blood blew out of the arrow wounds of the gizzards, and red bubbles were blowing from around the arrows. Even in the darkness, the human red shows well. "-! -!" The man with the arrow panics and wants to pull out the stabbed arrow himself. Still alive, but soon to die.

Two left.

I jumped out of the dark at the same time as I unleashed an arrow. With the sound of one of my buddies falling, two members of the police force finally notice and put up the long spear they had. Too late. I set my aim for one of the two - the red-haired man - and stuffed them all in time. A red-haired man suddenly leans up to me and rushes around the spear. "Shh!" I pulled out the knife I had on my hips with one breath and played the spear. Fine sparks scattered on hand, a slight light source flashing between me and the redhead. I fleshed on the man to slip straight in, first flashing a knife in the back of his hand. The fingers of the man holding the spear fall to the ground like bottombots and potato worms. He moved the blade upward so as to lick it as it was, compactly rejecting the arteries and tendons of his arm, scratching his throat into a single letter. The splashed blood adheres to the bark and peels through red marks like some kind of marking. "Ogoye," a red-haired man groans as if he had drowned on land. From the fingers of both hands that held the wound, there was so much blood that there was nothing I could do. As I smelled the intense blood, I gradually enjoyed killing it. One left.

The last one who managed to regain his mind - the man with the inert mustache - said, "Whoa!" He has poked a spear with the temper of tearing.

I don't have time to avoid it.

When I grabbed the blurry red belt in the shock of the bleeding, I pulled it together. Doh, the sound of a spear in the meat. The spear pierced the redhead I shielded, not me. I'm surprised I poked my "ahh" buddy, and the inert bearded man gives me a loose voice between them. In that gap, I approach to draw a semicircle. I ran the knife horizontally and slashed both eyes of the man to the side. As if in sheep's eyes, lateral cracks arise in the pupils. The man sheltered his eyes with both hands and raised a beastly scream. Good voice. It stings, but it's so loud.

As I turned to the side, I plugged the knife straight under the man's ear. The blade cleaves the jaw bi-abdominum and sternocleidomastoid muscles, further damaging the arteries in the back. "Buzz," he said, responding as if he had cut the pulled rubber with scissors. "~!" The man opened his mouth so wide that he could see the throat Buddha. But out of that mouth was not a scream, but a bubble of blood. Apparently, the wound had reached the airway. It's already fatal, but it hasn't killed enough yet.

Once I pulled out the knife, I stabbed the kidney from behind the man's back. Twist the grip and grip to ensure it destroys the interior. The body of the man who lost control leaned forward and knelt to the ground softly. My head came in just the right position, so I took a half-step back and took a distance, knocking the guy's head around the back and slamming a mid-turn kick in. Once blunt, the man's neck bends and a broken cervical vertebra pops out from around his throat buddha. The man freaked out and cramped his back several times before collapsing gnarly.

I grabbed the fallen man's hair and tried to chop it up even more - but I stopped.

Is this what it is?

Because they were cluttered fish, we were able to clean everything up in just ten seconds.

But it still doesn't kill enough.

At that time,

"Hiae!"

A third party voice that I didn't perceive. Quickly turning to his voice, there was a traveler who stumbled across the street slipping out of his hips. I was too obsessed with the fight to realize it. Look at me with my blood back, the traveler is silent and has the look of the end of the world.

With a long tongue, I licked the return blood that was stuck to my hand. It should have a strong bitter taste due to the mixing of organ fluids, but now I felt it sweet.

Lift the end of your mouth to your ears.

Follow the traveler who crawls with incontinence and tries to escape.

Slowly follow any traces of urine left on the ground.

I'll share my grief with you.

He wore a jacket stripped from the traveler, and instead put his armor on a blood bag that he had been a traveler until before the scrubbing. And when the police force fixed it to the saddle of the horse on which it was riding, it lit the tail of the horse. A surprised horse screams hysterically and rushes down the mountain path at a fierce speed. This will buy you time.

I retrieved the arrows and medicine from the carcass and resumed the journey.

But his leg turned the other way.

If you map the path I've followed in the last half-day, it'll look like you're aiming for the nearest border bridge. Probably by now, when the guys who think they've gotten ahead of each other are putting on a vigilance net. But they end up in waste bones. Because my purpose is not to get out of the country. At best, you can follow the phantom I set you up with.

My purpose is just one thing.

It's just about killing that brunette wizard.

Munch into your insomniac body and keep moving your legs.

In the meantime, when it came to thinking, it was all about my brother.

My brother was a pathetic guy.

What matters in Yakuza operations is how to boast about brutality. Funding and power are the foundations upon which it is built. If you don't enjoy yourself like me and chop up the human body, you can't put the two together. I'm not scared. Nobody listens to him, and I don't protect him. In such a world, my brother was too small to live as the boss's son.

But my brother didn't make a sound.

To get me and my dad to admit it, I kept playing madman over and over again spitting my head. Fake yourself as you brush your mind down, imitate me and stretch out to the fullest. I couldn't wait to love my brother like that. So much so that I took an oath that I would protect the statue of God for the rest of my life, which was only useful enough to throw cigarette butts at it.

Yet.

I let him die.

"Dough."

I raised a beastly groan at the wrath that scorched the meat.

I won't allow it.

I took my brother's life, that brunette wizard. He's the only one I'll never forgive. I'm going to kill you. Just like my brother, I'll turn that body into a piece of flesh. I'll chop him up until I don't know his original shape.

Go to the hiding place you're on your way - where you hid supplies before the raid - and gear up there. Then wait on the "last main road” of the number, the destination of that carriage, and raid again.

I have a general expectation of what his magic was like.

I remember. That time my men's head, which was right around the corner, cracked like a pomegranate. 'Something' popped up trying to drag blood from the back of his head. That was even smaller than an arrow, as much rubble as a fingernail. He was shooting the rubble out at high speed, from where it could have been more than 100 meters, horribly accurate.

Sure, it's a threat, but we also know it has weaknesses.

That magic must always pinch a few seconds of rest every ten shots. And the rubble cannot shoot the magic precisely without straightening the cylindrical cane. And the wizard himself has no magic for melee combat.

As long as the conditions are in place, there are good prospects of winning.

It's not just killing.

I'll make him live and let him taste so much blame bitterness that the torturer escapes barefoot.

I stopped at the point where I was close to where I was hiding.

There are no shadows in the dense dark woods. But - my ear, which allows me to hear the coins bouncing 50 meters away, picked up some breath.

For a moment, I thought it was an ambush, but soon I realized it was different.

"Coca, coca caca caca"

Do bird chirping in constant rhythm. I was surprised at that, Yotaka, winged overhead.

After a while, five men appeared with the sound of treading on the sesame grass. Those were my men who I thought were dead just in case. I also exposed myself from a hidden yab after making sure there were no other signs around.

"Are you all right, Mr. Serios?"

One of the five, a man with short gray hair cut - Orazio - stepped forward.

"Oh," I said. "Is this all that's left?

"Yes," says Orazio. "Only five, including me."

"Right."

"Oh, wait"

Orazzio stopped me from walking out of my back again.

"If you're going to a hiding place, you better stop."

"Why?

"I've already got my hands around that way. If you go now, it's a rat in a bag."

"What? Then the tools that were there."

"Probably..."

"Chi."

I twisted one cheek wide and pounded my tongue.

My guess is off. He said he really needed the tools there to raid. All I have on hand are seven arrows and a knife. What good would it do me to have five men?

I thought about attacking the police force, which is now in hiding, but immediately dismissed it. Then we shall turn our attention to the main unit, which was facing the border because of it. If that happens, it will be nowhere near the raid.

staring at the wet sesame grass in the night dew, and thinking,

"There are weapons."

Orazzio said as if he had read my thoughts.

One man with half his face covered in bandages - but his subordinate, whose name was Fred, who was positioned on the slope with Bruno - put a large back sac on his shoulder in front of me. A non-light sound called dossu. When I opened my back sac mouth, inside it was stuck with arrows, swords and even dynamite against magic weapons.

"Where did you get this"

The question was answered by Fred in front of him.

Move the blood-stained bandage with your toes and make a dull voice.

"... Brother Bruno and... Brother Lau made me have it"

"Are those them? So, what happened to those two?"

"Go to Lucca to let us get away... he's dead..."

"Right."

I didn't know the emotions I said this in particular.

In front of me, Fred is shaking his shoulders and weeping. As I watched that, I felt an odd hook. My perception reacts to the slightest discomfort in the surrounding air. Something's wrong.

"You, by the way," and me.

"What is it?," said Fred.

"... no, nothing"

I swallowed a word that came out of my mouth. "Are you sure it's Fred? 'I almost said. I don't have time to ask such stupid questions. I decided to dispel the strange question that sprang up in my chest. I'm sure it's a little mistake coming from fatigue.

In my back sac, luckily, I even had a 'magic arrow' in it. Probably Bruno's personal effects. With all this, it's pretty easy to get on with the fight.

Now all you have to do is leave that brunette wizard alone, and I can definitely kill her. I also have "Brady Eye" if I have to. I don't think about living tomorrow anymore. It just makes him taste harder than death. That's all I mean by being. Thank you, Bruno, Lau. Thanks to your souvenirs, I can avenge Pedro.

"- Hmm?"

When I looked up, like a dog waiting for my husband's words, five of them were right for me.

I can't use these guys for tomorrow's raid.

When I fled the rocks, they saw clams and abandoned scenes. You can't use those dangerous people.

"Thank you for your hard work, the troops are already disbanded. Go where?"

That said, I unleashed a map with a way out and a purse with gold coins. A bag full of three million pieces of gold jumped on the ground and made a metal noise. I thought it was exactly something to jump on, but the five of them didn't try to move the spot like a rock.

(... what are his eyes)

So I finally noticed something strange.

Ten eyes for me. There was a dark flame in all of it.

"Ha."

Orazzio changed his attitude until then.

With an invincible grin - I kicked the gold coin spilled out of my purse. He sputtered on the map and stared at me.

"You look smart. You're an outgoing troll. Where's Manuke waiting for you to come home in such a dumb place for money, huh?

"... what do you want?" I nervously asked Orazio so that I could respond immediately no matter what happened next. "Do you want to clear up your grudges here?

"I didn't think about it from the edge. That's all we want, the enemies of Brother Bruno and Brother Lau."

It was a lousy reason to clap it out.

But the other four nodded, as they resonated with Orazio's words.

Apparently you didn't lie. I let go of my finger from the grip of the knife I was grabbing.

Orazio swells his nostrils and continues the conversation with his bloody running eyes.

"We were going to throw ourselves in that carriage tomorrow. Failure was obvious. You returned there conveniently. [M] I have reason to believe that you are back to avenge my brother. Otherwise, there's no use for this place. We're gonna help you with that."

Orazzio mouths his words as if he were throwing out a flame that burns within.

"You're the son of a bitch who abandoned us in the dirt pit. If it's true, I'll kill him right here, but I'll flush him down to the water. I'm going to water up any money I've ever had, and I'm going to leave you with the lives of five of us. It's a life I decided to throw away once. I'm not complaining about how to use it. If you want to drink dynamite, I'll be happy to drink it. Use the weapon here and us to punch one in those fucking carriage motherfuckers. Evil Wisdom works. You can do that! Now what do we do, General!!

The lid was stripped to its limit, and Orazzio cut her.

I scratched a few thoughts, and I answered.

"Fine."

"Your lives, I'll throw them away"