Chapter 1150: 1150 15

Fully frequented, Demon clan meetings.

There was always more this time and I was bothering. Somehow, in a Japanese newspaper near Van Damme, a hell of a scoop from the Border Irane press corps burst. And that just happened to flare up in every country.

That the Border Iranese Correspondents Corps, in solidarity with journalists from all over the world, is the activity of the Information Task Force. And it was the identity of the press revolution. In the table the unionisation of national cross-border media and the securing of vested interests in the name of information. And behind it, it was all exposed that it was a fabrication of information and a substitute for deliberately having a case accident and creating a news source.

Besides, that was by a reporter named Hepatic Cedar who had originally slapped Kate, so from those who knew him, it was an announcement of shock.

"The border Irane press corps is completely torn apart."

"On the net, when what you're doing is on the same level as Van Damme, you're being slapped all over"

"In fact, not on the same level... The way you build a closed information cartel and give it a vested interest is exactly the same for Van Damme and Theodore."

"Even if it's true, you've often made this an article, even though you don't have a definite source to show it. Isn't it just the testimony of a man named Hepatic Cedar?"

"Is this Van Damme's counterattack?

"I also feel hand warm for that. Is that all you have?"

'But it's not that it doesn't hurt. It's rather cumbersome. The content of this article is true, and it will be difficult to work with this hand in the future'

Theodore thinks that it will only be difficult to work with and that it will never be possible.

"I also doubt if Van Damme did it. It's more likely that he ran wild against us, arbitrarily '

Given the cause of the hepatic cedar and Kate, when I heard about Theodore, I thought that the rest of the clan would stick together.

'So, what's your next hand? The press revolution you've been thinking about is useless now, isn't it? Unification alone is repugnant'

Raphael asks. He is also aware, but now Raphael was seen within the clan, like the head of the Antitheodores.

"Grimm Penisville with Van Dam is now protected by the police. But in the near future, I'm going to let this go."

Theodore answered.

"How?

"It's hard to say here."

It was said in front of them that Junko asked him to call on Kiyoyoyoshi Hojo, Inspector General of Police, one of the top executives of the back street "Central", "The Thirteenth Staircase of Pleasure".

The Japanese ruling class was originally connected to Grimm Penis, but the distance was opened in the case of the Dream Popus. And the private oilfielders are clearly hostile. From Japan, it doesn't matter if there is a blow to either faction. Rather, both sides consider it preferable to take the blow.

Theodore thinks there's something he can reason for to quit guarding Grimm Penis. I wonder if Junko suggested that to the Inspector General.

Meanwhile, the Grim Penis faction was also surprised by the hepatic cedar exposure article.

"I didn't expect a reporter who was following Kate into this kind of behavior. Something about a dog biting his owner's hand."

Beard the newspaper, Van Damme roars. Katsuura refrained as usual beside him, and Terrence sat on the couch.

"The ratings of the Border Irane press corps drop even further. But given the character of a person named Theodore, you wouldn't consider it a great blow. Since we are the ones who have the majority of the press authority, when we can manipulate the impression as we please, we must be looking down on the public and turning a blind eye. The sheep are not as stupid as they think they are."

(Exactly, but the folks aren't as stupid as you think)

Katsuura plunges into her heart, laughing at Van Damme with her nose. Van Damme also stunned me to look at the average person low from day to day, but only when it was convenient to do so.

"So, what does Mr. Van Damme plan to do?

Terrence asks.

"The Border Iranese press corps, which was raided by ambushes, will be rattled... It's a stone to attack here at once... but it's a strange flow."

Put the newspaper on the table, Van Damme conceives.

"As a result, me and Theodore, the power of both sides is being shredded. Is it too much to think that it's like a third party leaping...

(sharp......)

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When I heard Van Damme say it, Terrence turned that way and spilled a smile.

"Kate, for example. I have power with her. That's how much you can do."

It was Van Damme who, at the time Kate opposed what she did and left, had also made predictions of moving as an enemy. But...

"I thought so, and I was exploring the trends of Kate's supporters and NGOs, but there was no sign of any movement."

"Mr. Van Damme and Theodore, there will be others with grudges, so isn't that possible there?

Katsuura said.

"Sure… for example, you're putting me at risk, maybe the rulers are leaping in, but you can't check that far"

Sometimes I find myself annoyed by the fact that I am a running van dam who stepped on others, pushed them away, and hitched the hegemony, but in a position to get attention, I am also in a position where all people ask about the opportunity to bite if there is a gap. Now was the right time.

At noon, the day after the Hepatic Cedar Exposure article appeared in the newspaper putting his shoulder in Van Damme, Hepatic Cedar was summoned to a certain place by the dog owner.

It was a train home at a certain station. The dog owner is coming first, looks at the face of the liver cedar and laughs.

"I'm not sneaking up on a conversation or anything right now, am I? If I had done that..."

"I didn't. No!

To the dog breeder who puts in the exploration, the liver cedar shakes his neck to the side in a hurry.

"Whatever that is... good, Mr. Hepatic Cedar. Your article is full of shit. You're a star. You know, isn't he the one who runs out of journalistic profits? Thank you for your help."

And the dog breeder said with a furious grin, but the cedar was nagging, and silent.

"Hepatic cedar, by the way. I told you the other day, didn't I? He said the Border Irane press corps would never kill him 100%. The reason for this is that if you were killed by sanctions, you would have a terrific dirty image of the Border Ilane press corps that you wanted to keep a clean image of. So even as a precaution, I wrote it down once you thought you'd been killed by the Border Irane Press Corps."

Keeping a grin on his face, the dog keeper confirms. Hepatic cedar raises her fearful face and sees the dog owner.

"I mean, it is. If you die in this situation right now, it means you can strike the border Iranese press corps."

I couldn't possibly not understand the meaning of the words of a dog breeder telling him with a refreshing smile, hepatic cedar. I tremble when my knees are cramped, making me cry.

"No... not really... Help me..."

'The next train won't stop at this station. It's dangerous, so inside the white line...'

The begging arrowhead, the Express train is coming.

That's where I got annoyed. Why did they call you home at a station like this? Now that he was thrust down, I thought he was going to be killed by a train, and Hepatic Cedar realized his blood was going to draw him away.

Hepatic cedar that changes blood phase and rushes out in great haste.

"Dude..."

Seeing that, he figured out how the liver cedar had escaped, and a dog breeder who was shuddered. There's no way I'm going to poke it down for the moment the train arrives in a place where anyone can see anything like this. I can't even sneak into a crowded situation, but the station is a rare situation with people, and some cameras are checking the station campus.

"I wanted to talk more about it though. Too bad."

Take out your fingertip phone, project a holographic display, and tap the screen with your finger.

The obese body of liver cedar that was running collapsed at the front, rolling down the station stairs as it stood. The gunshot sounded a little late.

(The boulder is a rare arm sniper, even in the back street, it does a good job)

The sniper gun itself is not out there, and the killing by the method of sniping is rare in the back street, and if this method comes out, it is troublesome, so it is repelled. But it's not like there's no sniper killer at all either.

The station cameras should have shown the dog owner and the liver cedar. There was a nearby view, but the camera doesn't even show how we're talking. To avoid showing it that way, the dog owner was behaving properly calculated. The distance, position and angle of the camera were also properly calculated.

(I can feel more tragic when a child dies than when an adult dies, but if this guy dies about two and a half years old, nothing will bring sympathy to bear. Do you imagine the weight of a person's life? Besides, this guy took over his original memory and work, and he kept writing bad articles. It's garbage cleaning.)

Dead is better for the world. The deal is, for sure. Hepatic cedar is exactly who he is, and for his social contribution, he took on garbage cleaning on his own - a feeling to that extent from a dog owner.

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