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Like Evening Moon, the swordholder was wandering around the police station alone.

For now, the police officer I caught sight of is killing him from next to next. I have yet to meet anyone who is particularly combative, but I finally encounter an enemy who seems to have bones.

"This traitor. I'll end it here."

Speaking out of a resounding voice from the bottom of the ground, standing in front of the sword was Saji Weird, a giant policewoman in the Juvenile Division who was over two metres tall.

A sword holder shoots a gun at a strange forehead. A tall metal noise sounds.

"You put an iron plate in it."

"There was such a guy and I tried to imitate him. It also has bulletproof fiber in it."

In response to the word of the sword, strange says.

(Which means it's hard to kill with a bullet)

A sword that spares no effort and decides to use its abilities.

Weird has pushed at the mercy of power. With a hard body to pass through blows and slaughter, this giant thrust can't be foolish.

Strange approached so far, the sword held hands, overflowing with gelatinous translucent things from the front.

"Huh!?

I was wary and tried to stop. Weird, but slow.

Strange to be wrapped in a greatly expanded gelatin. I wave my arms desperately from inside, trying to escape gelatin. It's gelatine, not slime, so it won't stick if it's cut a thousand times, but it's growing pretty fast, so once it was taken in, it seemed difficult to escape.

Kenshin himself, thinks this ability is quite nasty and vicious. It is a nightmarish substitute, especially for those who challenge melee combat.

A large amount of meat solution is secreted from the gelatin. Weird that it was desperately in the gelatin, but eventually the movement slows down. From the surface, the skin, the flesh gradually melted, the face and hands exposed muscles, nerves and blood vessels, all the hair melted, eventually the skull exposed, the movement stopped and collapsed.

"You think I'm a traitor? You're the ones who betrayed my heart first."

A sword holding that looks down at a molten wreck with a burning eye and says it cold.

"Oh, no, let my men fight. I wasn't waiting backwards."

There was a familiar voice there.

"Takeda? That was a little late."

The swordholder looks back and sees the scented seedlings with a distorted grin.

(Odd, sorry I'm late...)

A glance at the miserable wreckage and the fruitful quirks that make me want to turn away, Kaori apologizes without speaking out.

"This is my fight. What if I don't fight?"

Quietly speaking swordholding.

"You're the woman who escaped the battle. He's a defeated fugitive. I guess the reason you were so obsessed with losing, or winning, or losing, or losing, was because you remembered that loss, right? I care about winning and losing, I actually just care about losing consciousness. That's not light-hearted or anything, is it traumatic?

Kaori was silently listening to the derision-filled allegations of sword possession. I'm not wrong.

"The result of your escape is what it looks like now. The dignity of the meat chunks is more of your people once than the constituents I newly hired you don't know. They brought them all too. And your current companions are killing me more and more. That's a really funny schematic, huh? How do you feel? Are you satisfied? This is all - Takeda, the end of what you invited. Because you ran away and threw it out."

"Right."

Even though I remember the irritation, I admitted the scented seedlings lightly. There was something more frustrating than the anger pointed out at the facts or anger at the possession of the sword.

(I'm annoyed you're making this shit feel good. But that's fine. Because I had the pleasure of paying you back just like this annoying...)

I think so, and Kaori has a distorted grin as well as a sword hold.

"Poor light men. After being abandoned by the boss he admired, he ends up being killed. You're really the worst woman, you are. He's the worst of them all. He's right."

"I guess the last one is a little extra. Off-target. Now you lose. I'm going to protect them."

The sword was struck by the powerful fragrant seedlings.

"Protect? They're already killing me. I can't do that. Or would you just protect Hikaru?

"Because if you protect one, you think it's my win, and you lose"

"It's impotent."

"Enough chatting? You lost the argument, too. If you want to mount it, twist your head some more. I'm not turning away from you. I was told everything I was aware of, and when did that happen?"

When Kaori laughs off, the grin disappears from the sword's face.

"I'm sorry you didn't do what you wanted. One more thing, I don't know what you think."

"No... I'll do what I want..."

Declaring with hatred, at the same time, swordholding inflated the killing spirit.

Silver Two had acted with two of his men, but both of them had already been killed.

Right now, I'm shooting up with one detective who killed two of my men. The situation is clearly unfavourable.

Silver II's opponent was Matsumoto. I encountered three of them, and Matsumoto was a little too at first, but as a result of a calm fight, I was able to hunt him down to 21 silvers.

Already Silver Two is half confused and suspicious of movement. Realizing that the rehearsal that quickly cleaned up the two of us was the opponent, all I see now is a vigeon that will kill me too on this occasion.

Eventually, the time came.

Two bullets fired at two silver turns, both piercing bulletproof fibers, strike directly in the abdomen.

Silver II falling into depression.

After unimaginable shocks came unimaginable pain.

Fear of death, self-pity, despair, regret - all sorts of negative emotions swirl and tears abound.

(How did this happen...)

Realizing the inescapable death, I regret my fate. Sorrow erupts all at once.

"I don't like it...... Here... I don't want to die ~. I don't like this way of ending my life."

Matsumoto stirs when he sees Silver II crying without himself or the world. I feel strongly that I killed people.

Matsumoto has fought many times before and has killed many. I've never been heartbroken by killing people. Because it is the result of a reciprocal condition of killing. It still is. You shouldn't have to be heartbroken or anything, but my chest hurts badly when I see Silver Two mourning and crying about his death.

"What are you doing here, not ready to die? Don't do this if you don't want to die."

I said face to face, and Matsumoto pointed the gun at Silver Two.

"Wait."

There was a stop from behind Matsumoto.

"Mr. Ohiko..."

It was Daiichi Nanase of the Juvenile Division who showed up. Through the side of Matsumoto, crouching on the side of Silver II, taking care of him.

"I can't do it anymore, with that wound..."

It was Matsumoto who said it by accident, but he regretted that he should not have said what he had said.

"Perhaps so. But his heart can be saved."

Nanase says in a soft voice, injecting Silver II with anesthetics and sedatives.

(Is this the great day of Bodhisattva...? I heard rumors, but I see, it's definitely bodhisattva)

Silver II vaguely thought that as he looked up at Nanase with a knee pillow on his face, feeling the pain draw and his heart settle down.

The lobby had gathered virgin and virgin police officers to fight against the light man who became a virgin warrior dowtaider.

Although it is a heroic mouse, and therefore its physical abilities have improved considerably, because it is an old-fashioned heroic mouse made thirteen years ago, various points are inferior to the current heroic mouse worked on by Junko. The most notable of these was persistence.

The light man, who fought with his bare fists and stunned the police officer who came to the lobby, was already breathing up. It tastes bad when enemies come here.

"Mr. Kwang, please rest. We'll do it when the enemy arrives."

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Virgin constituents who can move inside the cherry space offer to see a light man breathing on his shoulders.

"Ugh. Let me just get some rest. But don't push it. Never die."

A light man raises his visor and gives his men a dazzling smile.

"You didn't kill one."

Soon the person who was standing on the emergency staircase uttered his voice, and the constituents of the dignity of the light man and the meat mass, surprised, look towards the emergency staircase. And it will be even more surprising.

An unusually tall beauty. No, detective in women's clothes. There is no stranger on the back street just this, one of the living legends. The final weapon of the police. The strongest...

"Wow, Ashiya Kurodo was also a virgin."

As the members of the dignity of the meat chunks moaned, Kwangman said what he thought with a happy smile, not afraid at all.

That's where the laughter leaks. Some police officers, powerless by the power of the dowtaiders, are also laughing.

"It's a lot of hurdles to go around with someone who understands my hobbies, isn't it?

Black Dou also spills a smile and sees the light man. I'm not particularly angry, and I'm not moaning.

"Boss... fighting Ashiya is..."

"Yeah, I know. I won't. I won't."

To his men who speak out of concern, but the light man admits it in a temperamental voice, confronting Kurodo and putting on a fighting pose.

"We'll buy you some time. Everybody run."

Then we'll fight together.

"If the boss's escort makes the boss inferior and runs away,"

"I can't kill Mitsuko."

My men also put up guns in the rear of the light man.

"That's what I like. I don't care if they attack people's homes and do that."

Black Dou groans in a sigh.

"I don't like you doing this."

The light man screams.

"Oh well. Well... contrary to doctrine, I don't want Takeda to resent me..."

When he makes an excuse towards himself, Black Dou slowly approaches the light man.

Kwangman rushed out toward Kurodo, and the constituents shot the guns simultaneously.

Umezu couldn't hide his surprise at the fact that section chief Backstreet was killed, even though he couldn't get huge enough size indoors. Though he is ranked third in the rankings, which also includes the ability to huge, he is also quite powerful indoors.

"Umezu optometer? I saw you once when you were a killer."

"Did you remember? I guess we were working a dick together. It's over soon, and I don't have many emotional memories."

At that time, the name of Hongmori Evening Moon had not been sold, and Umezu had not yet fallen into the back streets for long.

When Umezu leaves on the spot, he picks up Piwipo-kun's head and walks towards the evening moon. No, I was headed toward Piwipo-kun's torso to be exact.

Plum tsu slips through the side of the sunset moon in grandeur, leans in front of Piwipo-kun's torso, and presses his head against his neck. Plus, stick your slashed arm together.

I made the connection once, but my heart is stopped, and probably my brain is in a state of temporary death, so I won't be resuscitated unless I do the proper procedure.

"Unless I'm dead and you're stuck, all you have to do is put some hot water on it and you're back on track."

Umezu says, turning back to the evening moon.

"For once, I'm the fourth best fighter here, and I'm like a pretty strong one. This is third place, but maybe if it's this size... I'm stronger."

"Right. Let me have some fun."

The sunset moon lays its hands on the pattern of the sword, slightly dropping its hips. The distance between them is close.

Umezu also gets a nostalgia. In the same position, the two do not attempt to move inside while facing each other.

Mindful that the Evening Moon would set us up, Umezu was devising how to attack us. This idea will be interrupted if the Evening Moon steps in first, but it is decided what to do then.

Umezu's weapon is a gun. Although many police officers at the euthanasia police station go to make modifications to Junko and Fumizaki in order to gain power. Umezu has not been modified. It's biological. It doesn't have any extraordinary powers.

(This guy is just like me, and I'm a little happy to be the next one to shoot the Euthanasia Police Department fiends)

I think so, Umezu setting a goal in my head.

Umezu takes his hand out of his nostalgia. At the same time, the sunset moon rushes out.

The sunset moon was momentary, but the void was pounded. Because there was nothing on Umezu's right hand pulled out of the back of his back. But without alarm, step straight into the position where the sword reaches at once.

A palm-sized pocket pistol popped out of the cuff of the removed hand and fitted into Umezu's hand.

I don't know how much this feint meant. Neither did Umezu shoot the gun at close range, nor did Sunset Moon suffer, and he waved his sword with one arm.

Umezu intended to pull herself away from the rear, but her clothes and a piece of skin had been slashed to the side. Slight blood seeps through.

(Enter the right of control of the knife. No, did it become a vendetta that you tried to slaughter just by cutting the tip? But now if he's a normal guy, he's dead)

The Evening Moon steps in yet another half step, slashing it with a knife to return.

Now it comes from a deeper position than the first knife blow, so it needed to be lowered back to avoid it.

The second katana is Umezu, which I could afford. So out of my nose with my left hand, now it's time to pull out my pistol and shoot at close range. The aim is the thoracic center and abdomen of the evening moon. I didn't shoot feints or behavioral predictors, I shot straight at them.

The sunset moon swings its sword at the same time as it is half-bodied and flexed.

The gun is cut off and falls to the floor. The index finger on Umezu's left hand, which was on the trigger, was also slashed and fell at the same time.

Umezu did not flinch, he aimed shortly after the sword was waved and shot him with a pocket gun on his right hand.

(Nice switch. quick and sharp judgment and movement)

Evening Moon praises Umezu in my heart. I don't see a band of light at all. Everything was gone. I couldn't avoid it.

The bullet hit the full body of the evening moon and was wearing the floor.

(Hey...... did you aim for that now and prevent it with a knife?

Stunning Umezu.

(Half by chance. I aimed for half)

Sunset Moon answers without speaking up, as if she heard Umezu's heart question.

When Evening Moon waved his sword, Umezu's pocket gun was severed. A pocket gun falls to the floor with half of Umezu's right hand. The battle was decided now.

"Why won't you kill me?

Seeing Sunset Moon put away his killer and sword, he doesn't even try to stop the bleeding in his hands, Umezu asks.

"It's often said. If you can't kill me for good, you don't have to kill me. If you can't fight anymore, that's it. Death, serious injury, loss of will, surrender."

"Was he a surprisingly sweet man? Okay... my loss... surrender."

Umezu listens to the words of the Evening Moon and raises her bloody hands with a sinister grin.

And there, from behind the sunset moon, two known people of Umezu appear.

"Reinforcements arrive at a crisis. It didn't come when we did."

"Thanks to Takeda, you were able to survive."

Lei and True say as they rush down the hallway.

"No, you're not arriving with a single hair in crisis at all. I'm like this, and if I surrendered, you'd forgive me."

Towards True and Lei, Umezu let her blood gushing hands gently lift up, laughing powerlessly.

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