Wolf Barrel 5.56

From the east sky, the night slowly dawns.

Blue crepus with evening aftertaste. A flock of clouds floating there stains the orange colour of twitching and orange puree, as if it were white cotton sucked with coloured water. The beauty of the morning burn is the same in Japan and in other worlds.

"It's like a mind washing view."

"Cook."

Bonanza agreed with me. [M]

6am.

When I finished breakfast with a sandwich sandwiched with Marco's made bacon, cheese and sautéed spinach, I left the camp still before the morning dew dried up.

The movement is going well itself.

By noon, it had come to the end of the eyes and nose of the number that was the destination.

Now we're on the main road like we split the woods with scissors. Straight down this road, it's the number.

The road is wide and paved with sufficiently tightened gravel. On top of that, various carriages, large and small, were crossing. The trading city number is one of the major shocks of circulation in the Cannibal countries and also serves as a stabilising aggregate of wood. This is an important street that connects the national highway to the town.

On that path, there was a problem.

Several fallen trees were blocking the way. All the trees are like large trees, more than 2 m in diameter and more than 30 m in length. They fold and stand as if they were a weir dam that pulls down the river. On the road, the carriages, which could no longer be advanced, were causing heavy traffic.

This condition has already lasted an hour.

People's stress filled the area with tingling air. Several carriages that boiled the business tried to bypass the woods and avoid falling trees, but the woods seemed to be of muddy soil and the wheels were stuck in mud and unable to move. "What happened, you cancer fuck!" One man was kicking his own carriage with his voice absurd.

We stayed in a very remote position to avoid getting stuck in traffic and not being able to move.

It is not uncommon for transportation to be mahi with natural fallen trees. If these things happen, the Lords' Army, which is ruling the area, is to rush to remove them. But when it comes to raising wolf smoke that can reward urgency, its Lords Army never showed up.

Probably hard to reach this way because we're manning the search for thieves.

And.

The enemy's aim was there as well.

……

……

Me and Mr. Roger were all bitter and staring forward.

There was one man standing there.

Dark brown coat. Boots in long trousers. Large backpack on right shoulder. Looks like a traveler at first glance, but no. The contents were remnants of the thief.

This commotion was their fault.

The purpose of falling trees is to stop us.

And 'generating many hostages'.

The man named himself Orazio.

I guess the Lords drove me around a lot. On his face, he glanced from the hood and saw intense fatigue. If you cut off your skin, the lactic acid of the fatigue substance is likely to erupt first than blood. About thirty years old. But also because of the gray hair, he looked older.

One cord was gripped in Orazio's right hand. The cord continues from the sleeve to the inside of the garment. That's the code to detonate the dynamite, and if you pull it hard, it seems to be the type that can ignite it. He was politely told. Plus when Orazzio turned his shirt, there were certainly four dynamites fastened with a belt.

If that explodes on this spot, there will be a large number of casualties. Of course we are, but I'm sorry. The threat of dynamite lies not only in the heat and blast, but also in the fact that fragments such as wood and metal scattered by the blast become murder weapons and scatter widespread secondary damage. I don't want to imagine how fragments launched at a blast speed of 7,000 m/s affect the human body.

"If you don't want to be, you listen to me quietly."

Orazio has threatened him with a calm voice.

Then there's the possibility that that dynamite is fake and haunting.

But Orazio was possessed by madness, as if he had paralysed even the fear of death. This guy could do it, that's the face. I don't really think that's an act.

"... Ogami, be careful. Maybe it's real."

Mr. Roger's pressing words backed my predictions.

Fortunately, I haven't been noticed around yet and I haven't panicked.

Come on, what do we do?

I ask myself.

Beretta M92F is now gripped in my right hand and hidden behind my body. I can shoot him before he realizes it. But where do I shoot? Put a bullet on it poorly, and if it leads to detonation, it won't spill. Besides, this guy isn't necessarily alone.

"Whoa, you're not a bad imitator, are you?" Orazio, who felt something, said to me with an invincible grin on his lips. "My people are lurking near here. If I get hit, they're gonna take my place. Dimensions. What do you say we try?

I knew it. Shit.

Don't move in a detour. You were right.

Roger, next to me, whispered his tongue tinkly. Mr. Lucca, who had somehow moved to a position where he could take the back of Orazzio, also stopped the movement. Probably two were trying to do something too.

"What the hell do you want"

Roger asks in a steely voice.

"The demand is for the brunette over there."

Tell me, Orazio's been pointing at me. Apparently, I'm the nominee. I was not particularly surprised. From the gaze Orazio was pointing at, I was expecting this to happen somehow.

"What are you going to do with him?

"What, I just need you to hang out on a little errand. Our boss, Lady Celios, is waiting for us at the end of this forest. So Koz gets a duel. Yeah, no escorts, of course, huh? There's only one coming."

A duel?

I was more surprised than I was named. [M]

"Man and man, it's Sashi's battle. Heh, it's gonna burn, isn't it?

"... don't be ridiculous, little villain"

Mr. Roger quietly reveals his anger.

But Orazio didn't try to break his floating attitude.

"Oh, come on, I'm being very serious, okay? Do I look like I'm here to entertain you guys with a dynamite wrap around my belly? I'll say it again. Drop over there kid, or we'll all get along, dokan, one in two. Come on, which one do you choose?"

Orazio, of course, looks at the watch.

"In three minutes, if I don't send a signal, the first one will blow up."

Mr. Roger groans low.

They even took it away from me until I had time to work out the secret to the reversal.

Duel. It's set in that kind of trap. But taking hostages and lurking with more people left us no choice.

"I'll confirm," Mr. Roger said on my behalf, and I took over the words. "If I respond to that duel, the safety of the people here will be guaranteed, won't it?

"Oh, our only purpose is to take you"

"Okay," I answered, not pinching a slight patrol. "That battle, take it and stand. So send me a signal."

"- Nah!?

Mr. Roger, who was next door, circles his eyes and rushes to say something.

Beyond Orazzio, Mr. Lucca sends a narrative gaze.

I ignored them.

"That's okay?" Orazzio pushes caution.

"No two words"

"Hehe, isn't that nice?"

Orazio stomped behind his boot as he took out his "kanshiku balls" with a thin and laughing face. A pounding, mindless bursting sound is emitted. Is that a signal? I don't rely on the sound small, but a good eared dark elf would be enough for that volume. I watched to see if there was any one to look back on in response to the sound, but I didn't see anyone at all who looked like that.

Fuck you. My intestines boil when they get twitchy. How can being a bad guy only work evil wisdom? Show amazingly thoughtful things only when you take something away from people. Yes, but I'm dying to kill him.

"I have a schedule, can you give me some time to scrub? ♪ And me. ♪ Just calm down.

"Fine. But don't be such a lousy handyman, okay? I'm not the only one watching."

"I know, sir"

"All right, let's get this over with."

When I turned my back, I approached Mr. Roger.

Roger, with his mouth firmly tied, turns a sharp gaze at me. In the meantime, I decided to keep my head down. [M]

"Sorry I did something unsolicited"

"What the hell are you thinking? I don't think it's very sane to go alone."

Again, with all due respect, bow your head.

"But I've decided there's no better way to respond than being taken hostage."

"But..."

"It's okay. I have good hands."

The moment I heard that, the danger faded from Mr. Roger's face.

"... do you have one?

I nod. And I approached Mr. Roger further, almost at a face-to-face distance, and told him to whisper.

Bonanza can smell the smell of dynamite.

I said, I winked at him like Mr. Roger one day and showed him.

Mr. Roger stares at me.

Apparently, you guessed.

While I'm attracting them, I'll use Bonanza to find a fellow thief who might be lurking. And I want you to keep me safe before you rescue me.

Of course, the risk is well known.

"The one named you..."

Mr. Roger frowned to indulge in something and groaned to feel it.

Then that's when.

"Hey, how long have you been doing Chintara! Quickly!"

A hasty orazio has later stepped up his torso voice and interrupted the conversation.

Moments.

There was something in me. [M]

The grey wolf woke up in response to my anger, which I was desperately suppressing from earlier. The intent to kill twirls out of the body with heat. But not yet. It's too early. You're way ahead of yourself. I held back the impulse that was exploding in my body. [M]

"... Won't you please shush and be quiet?

Looking back at Orazio, I laughed.

The only thing I laughed at was my mouth.

Wave wrinkles of anger at the head of your nose. Peel the canine teeth from the open mouth. I watched Orazzio sharpen the familiarity so that I could cleave off the soft skin and so on. I'll bite your throat a thousand times right now if I don't talk any more. "

Then Orazio shook his shoulders frighteningly and shut his mouth quietly.

I get my expression back, too. You're in good shape, you fucking scoundrel.

"For that matter, I think it's okay to let you go alone."

Mr. Roger told me to ease the tension.

But I want you to promise me one thing.

"What is it"

"Whatever happens, never just be impotent. This may not be what I'm saying right now, but I think you're a rare person to let die in here. Don't look over there. Forget the courage, give priority to living - promise me?

"Okay."

"Please. Hurry up as much as you can," so I took a breath, and Mr. Roger showed me that nihil smile. "When this is over, I'd love to buy you a drink"

"Haha, I'm looking forward to it"

Nature and laughter spilled out of my mouth as I was about to head to the training ground.

Seeing that, Mr. Roger nodded convincingly.

And.

When I held my fist, I hit the fist that Mr. Roger was sticking out of me.

"Be careful, Singo. Come back at all."

Marco frowns worryingly.

"Oh, I'll be back alive at all times"

I nodded hard and responded - to the spare carriage.

Begin the battle.

Run the two 'prototypes' that were on the carrier into the empty porch of the tactical vest.

Last night, I got tired of my spare time making slings - strings for carrying guns - and I'll take them too.

What do we do with the assault rucksack? I'm a little worried. Imagine the battle that's going to happen, but I probably can't afford to take the spare ammunition out of my back. It would just be wasted to take it. judging so, and lowering the backpack he was carrying,

"Ha, please, ogami"

"Hmm?"

I raised my face to an unexpected voice. [M]

Behind the carrier. Dominic, who slept there, was half-hearted and had a serious face.

"Take me with you, too," Dominic squeezed out.

"I'm sorry, but if I take you right now, it's just gonna be a bunch of legs," he said to me.

"Please. I will never stand in your way. So."

"No."

I made it clear to Dominic that I was going to tell him.

I don't know how you feel. But I still couldn't take you.

……

Dominic leaned down with a sinking look. The truth is, you want to go in my place. Anyway, they are the enemies who took the life of their dear best friend. As I looked at that face, the bug of moderation made another scene.

"Dominic, can you tell me the names of those two?

"Why?"

"Fine."

With confusion, Dominic uttered his name.

"... Zoe Hamilton. And Hash Craven."

I repeated the name I had just heard several times in my chest.

Keep it firmly in your memory so you don't forget.

"Okay. 'Take Two Names' instead of you. That's all right."

"Oh, hey... are you kidding me..."

Dominic's mouth, about to say something, was blocked by throwing the backpack over.

"Then I asked you to leave a message. I need you to protect me."

Finish the schedule and leave the carriage.

Then Mr. Lucca, who had stood silently away until then, slowly approached him. Silent, throw something over and come by. "Wow," I rushed to receive it with both hands, it was a small medicine bottle.

"What's this?

"Antidote" arms together, answering blurry. "The cheap pills you have won't help them. If you don't want to die, use the sole."

I was going to use the antidote that was in the improvised regular preparations.

But then I couldn't seem to deal with it.

"Thank you. Let me use it."

I bow my head honestly to my surprise.

Then she had a teasing grin.

"Well, this time it'll be a million luvs specially."

"What, hey, are you taking money for this!?

"You idiot, what are you serious about? You gotta be kidding me."

He said, "I know."

"Really?"

Between me and Mr. Lucca, I could play a little laugh.

Mr. Lucca stares at me. I stare back, too. Silence for a few seconds. I remember a strange sympathy where the boundaries of the space between the two become blurred and the blood vessels connected.

Eventually, she put her hands up hard.

I know what the intention is, even without words.

I'm going through her side. I punched her in the hand.

"I'm coming"

"It's not Doji."