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The three men, Axe Byrne, Goldeau Bourne and Robert Byrne, are well-known killers across the United States. Their common denominator is that private oilfielders are often employers.

Their work is not limited to the United States, but is frequently requested from overseas. In addition, two or three of the three of us were often teamed up, so the three of us could make breathing moves.

There was another one there, the doomsday, and a four-member team was created.

"They say we're not the only ones. There are other killers and assassins hired to kill Cornelis Van Damme."

"I hope we don't lose our jobs."

"I'd rather be gone. You don't have to do anything. You only get money."

Three face-killers meet in a relaxing atmosphere in a hotel room.

A knock and a fourth showed up.

Axe glances at the person's face and frowns, and Gordo exhales small. But Robert was the only one who was a little.

"Nice to meet you -. Me, Charles. Nice to meet you."

The fourth man greets him with a loving laugh - Charles. Pale brown sneezy hair has covered both eyes.

"Something seems weak."

Axe looks at Charles and mouths what he thinks. Peeping up from the bottom, I also saw both eyes hidden in my forehead. He's not as tall, and he doesn't look very strong with a gentle, masculine appearance.

"You think you're weak? An idiot...... This guy's one of those" Mercenary School Eleventh Presidential Squads. "

Robert's dialogue changes the complexion of Axe and Gordo.

"Uh, did I split? Ha ha."

Charles, on the other hand, was shrugging his shoulders and laughing.

"It's comforting to see a guy like that join us."

Gordo, who was sighing earlier, changes his attitude and perception.

"So, you're going right away?

Charles asks.

"We were talking about taking a little time before we go. There are other killers already. Even if they kill us, we'll get our money."

"Even if you can't kill the first one, it's easier after your enemies are moderately exhausted."

Robert and Axe say.

"Oh, my God."

Charles, who just wanted to get the job done, is sorry to hear about their policies.

(I came to Japan because of this, and when I'm done with my work, let's go to Akihabara. Oh, I think I'll go show my face to Lei Lei and True and his new home. If you're free, let's invite Lei to go shopping too)

With such a prospect, it was Charles who wanted to get the job done just now.

In total, there were six raids in the Grim Penis Japan branch building, five of the eleven Sea Chihuahua Enhanced Vampire Units were seriously injured and rendered incapable of combat.

Some of the raiders used grenades, which resulted in injuries. It was the direct strike that avoided it, and the dead hadn't let it out, but the power of the war had dropped considerably. Plus, we were on escort duty all day and night, so we're all exhausted. Because there are so many injured people, there is no way they can take turns.

Perfect timing there, Sea Chihuahua warriors showed up to help.

The sixth raid was dealt with by two helper warriors. Five enemies.

"Stop," he said.

Milan Nikolich, a warrior from Sea Chihuahua, laughs at the last one left with a gun.

He shaved up all but half of his head, the other half of his blonde hair stretched out to his shoulder, and a biomechanical tattoo called a semi-mechanized one on the right half of his face was carved, a white man on the rogue side to see. A cyborg skeletal tattoo of the hand is also carved on the back of the left hand with the gun, similar to the carved tattoo on the face.

"Goose..."

The last man to be shot was stuffy in pain as he bled out of his abdomen because he was not fatally wounded.

"Oh, yeah? Is he alive? You're a lucky guy, dude."

Milan laughs naggingly and approaches the man with a light foothold.

"Hey, good, lucky for you, I'll call an ambulance right now, so thank you." Lilly. "

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To the blatantly teasing Milan, the seriously wounded man stared silently and threw away a spit of blood.

"Ah? What's that attitude? You made it look like you had mercy anyway, and you thought you'd be killed the moment you had hope? So that's the best rebellion you've ever had? Oh, they spotted me. I don't like it."

As Milan stepped on the man's head, he fired many more bullets into his abdomen.

"Look, you may have increased your instantaneous suffering, but you've done it faster to die. It's merciful, isn't it? But you're ungrateful. So I'm not thankful. Go to hell."

When he throws it away so, he spits in the man's face, and Milan looks back at the other side.

Another sea chihuahua warrior was a tall man. This one's white, too, but it's pretty tanned. Brunette's hair is perfectly compatible with the all-back, and even for Western Europeans, she has a pretty deeply carved, every single face.

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The man - Otto - had a lot of work combing with Milan. Not always with me, but I spoke frequently from Milan, and Otto didn't say no.

"Isn't it just grubby fish? I want someone with teeth to come."

It was Milan speaking out for consent, but Otto does not answer. But Milan doesn't care either. A man who is terribly silent and doesn't know what he's thinking. We've known each other quite a long time, but this is always the attitude.

And Milan even liked Otto's silence. From Milan, who often speaks unilaterally but doesn't want to hear anything else, such as their opinions and reactions, a man like Otto deserves it as his opponent.

Milan is now a nose knob among sea chihuahuas. Because the boss became Terence, Sea Chihuahua stopped carrying out terrorist activities and also banished extremist members. Members working in atrocities likewise banished.

Milan, a fierce and cruel character, was also subject to deportation, but a usually unspoken otto sued Terrence directly and begged Milan's deportation. And Milan is now a heretic of the Sea Chihuahua, enrolled.

I put on Otto's face, who covered me, and Milan tried as much as possible to refrain from atrocities like those before, but still of an originally ferocious character, which, for that matter, cannot be completely contained.

"Steady... it's ironic that the first two of us came together. Are we going to distance ourselves from Grimm Penis already?

Miran says with an ironic grin as he put it, but the perception was different from the fact.

Sea Chihuahua is closely related to Grim Penis, but it is not entirely an organization controlled by Grim Penis. Sea Chihuahua is a sea chihuahua, and we do our jobs in all countries of the world, so we can't bring all our personnel to Japan. Even if that's not the case, since Terrence has become boss, all the radical members have been forced to quit, shrinking in size and drastically reducing their personnel.

We also already know that the bug we planted in the Akamura family broke.

I also hear prior conversations. Someone was visiting the Akamura family. Wu Belly suspects that he is not another journalist. I wonder if the person broke the bug. "Has anybody put weird guys in the house lately? 'and so on were the last words in it, so I suspect they suspect me of being there.

Uchi guards his surroundings as he approaches an apartment with the Akamura family. I was also wary that there might not be a tailer, but I didn't feel any sign of it.

Pressing the call bell, the door was opened after a while and a Suharto appeared pointing his sinister gaze at himself.

"Oh? Is Chiyo-chan not here?"

Peeing through the house over Suharto's shoulder, he grinned uncomfortably as he touched, Wu Belly said.

"My daughter is in school."

"Huh? Were you going to school? Oh, my dad worked so hard to carry the bum, I could go. Ah."

Suharto, whose head is about to boil in the overtly stirring womb, but I know this is his M.O., so I can handle it.

"What can I do for you?

"For what? I'm worried about you guys, so I was wondering how you're doing? Especially since your daughter was worried. Hey. I thought you'd be hurt. Your father needs to take a good look at you, too. Poor immigrant kids tend to run delinquent? Especially since girls make money as weirdos."

"You. Ahhh!

Suharto finally grows furious and beats him to the belly of the womb, which continues to stir in a catchy tone.

This is what Uchi was after. I can make Suharto work the assault and make as much of it into a story as I want. You may wish to cooperate further. If you refuse, you can sue me for assault and make it an article.

(This is how the pen fights. Poor, retarded immigrants are just used this way. But it's an honor to have me use it, isn't it? It's an honor, isn't it? I guess that's what this guy doesn't understand. That's the only part that pisses me off)

With that in mind, it was then that Uchi looked up laughing at Suharto's shaking fist.

The gunfire sounded and Suharto's fist stopped. Uchi also stiffened himself.

Suharto's gaze is pointing backwards at the uvula. Looking back at whether anyone was there, a young man with a good physique (Gatai) and a tough face stood with a gun in his hand a little further away. It was a long time ago.

"Mr. Suharto, I don't think that's what he's after."

Yoshiku immediately puts a gun on him and winks and smiles at Suharto. Seeing such a long time ago, Suharto wrapped himself in relief and smiled with a crying face.

"Hey, what's up, before..."

"I'm a colleague. Except I'm a backstreet journalist."

Answer with a chilled voice Yoshiku to the belly of the womb, which you are afraid to ask.

"Ugh, back street......"

A furthering belly in the words of a long time ago. In the press industry, the existence of backstreets is abhorrent and even feared at the same time. They are the ones who do not get what the press wants, and because that is the means of violence in the background, they are extremely angry.

"Looks like you were here for the interview first, and I'll give it up. Just get it over with."

A long time approaching the uvula, blatantly intimidating and saying away.

"Uggghhh..."

Tall, physical (Gathai), and good looking. Intimidated in close proximity, it clouds inferiority, fear and humiliation, causing confusion.

I also know that my appearance can have an intimidating effect on certain same-sex opponents, along with a sense of inferiority, so some opponents use it. Also, when I saw a same-sex gaze of inferiority in my appearance, I quickly became aware of it. Since I was a teenager, it's because I was often seen with those gazes.

I don't think it's a complimented act, it's not a very favorite means, but there's some crumbs in the world that can't be helped, and it works great for those opponents, so I don't hesitate to intimidate them.

"Wow, young man."

Leaving behind such a throwaway dialogue, Uchi walked away for a small run. My legs are trembling and running in a limp state, but I could clearly see it in Shizuku and Suharto's eyes as well.

"Thank you, Takada"

"Mmm..."

Suharto thanking me with a smile, but Shizuku's face is sinister.

I knew for a long time that it wasn't okay for me to get out here, but I couldn't stand on my stomach and get out. It would have been more convenient if I hadn't known I existed. And it would have been better not to know that Akamura's parents and children have allies. I realize I've done something really stupid, but I couldn't keep my eyes shut like that, and I don't regret it.

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