Chapter 1428: 1428 4.

The dog owner had the restaurant on his ass, heading for the kitchen.

(I wish I had something good and that. There is also a possibility that we are cleaning up with caution on this one's movements…)

Enter the cooking area and check for surveillance cameras. If anyone understands this move, it's over.

I've explored a place where I might be able to install a surveillance camera, but I can't find the camera.

(What about the security cameras? That would be very convenient. Maybe they only attach it to hallways, stairs, certain rooms for games. Well... let's just bet you don't understand what we're after without a camera.)

That's what I'm thinking, but I'm going to fish the shelves.

(There was...)

Damn laughing, what I took out of the shelf was flour and sugar.

(But this doesn't make any sense. I need other tools)

This is not the first dog breeder to handle these. I have tried it several times in the past so it belongs to your hand but I don't have the tools I need.

(pump...... fan...... wow...... anything that sends air anyway. We need something to wind us up. luxuriously speaking, the ignition device)

What you wanted to do was be a dog breeder who was after a dust explosion.

(Oh, you have something nice. If you mess with this for a second...... but don't have trouble carrying it)

He was a dog breeder who found something that could both timer and ignite, but makes a difficult face. In other words, the microwave.

(Yay, even better. And then...)

Don't mix. Take the bleach that says dangerous, and the dog owner laughs niggly.

(Told the customer that the spray can was also given. That's good. That's good. It wouldn't be here in boulders, but the ornamental plants were decorated in the lobby, and there's no chemical fertilizer anywhere?

I'm not going to follow the rules in silence. Be ready to fight back.

With a spray can, we can make both improvised bombs and small flamethrowers. Chemical fertilizers can also be used as bombs, so they are commonly used in terrorism, etc.

The dog owner sees whoever has set up the game, trying to frame himself, as being in the same hotel. In case you're not in a hotel - there's no such thing as being in a safe zone.

(Is the woman who just plucked me into an argument, after all, like a Van Damme messenger? If the man who's set me up is Cornelis Van Damme, what's he gonna do if he makes me dance like a complete loser here, show up exhausted, mock me? That's the character. Besides, you're a confident man. After buying out one whole hotel and turning it into a playground, I'm trying to lure it into such a shady thing, frankly, even intimidating someone I know. I wonder how many traps there are set, and it should break my heart before it takes my life)

The dog owner has some imagination of what it would be like. And being predictable in advance means I'm ready. If you don't break your heart so easily, keep your mind tight.

When I'm looking further, I sense signs that someone is coming. But no footsteps.

Dog breeders have been involved in the back streets for a long time, while almost all of them have no fighting power. I don't have combat training or anything, and I don't carry a gun with me. But I'm only sensitive when it comes to people's signs.

(Tastes bad. It's hard to understand what's going on over here right now...)

If you find out what you're trying to do with the kitchen, you may also find out what you're trying to do.

(No, if you change your mind, this bodes well. I guess that you came all the way here because you ordered me to explore my movements, wondering that I hadn't headed to the restaurant, which is my first destination, and had taken a trip to a place without a camera. I mean, there's no cameras set up here, and you're proof that I didn't find out what I did. A far-fetched decision without thought, thank you)

Meanwhile, the dog owner understood something else. There are no cameras set up here, but the very fact that the dog owner came here is understood. In other words, there is a good chance that the dog owner will find out a lot about it.

(Well, what do we do with this guy first...? Do you want me to kill you? Or to fight back all at once when you fight back, and now you just make it big and do it over?

He was a dog breeder who had been thinking about it by diving into the shadows, but eventually he sees a young man who shows up and consolidates his policy.

What showed up was Kiyojiro Kujukuri, one of the reinforced vampire units. Use the mirror to check its appearance.

(Sounds like it could be done. That's hard on my uncle in battle dossier. Besides... I'm still young, and I don't look bad. Stop)

I think so, and the dog keeper gets out of the shadows, fishes the fridge, and eats what's inside. Pretend not to notice Kiyojiro.

Kiyojiro watched it for a while, but eventually turned his heel back.

In anticipation of Kiyojiro's disappearance, the dog owner hurries from the collected material to create a trick, hide it, pack up as much baggage as he can carry and keep it hidden.

I'll have to come back later.

I also think you'd be suspicious if you came to the kitchen more than once, but I can't help it all.

Move to a restaurant just around the corner.

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When he reached his first mission destination, the dog owner was surrounded by soldiers wearing full-body armor in a full-face helmet and poked at his gun. It's not the pistol they're holding. Raid rifle.

"Dude, all of a sudden here's a game over or something, how fucking gay? If you're messing with my novel, make it interesting."

Put your hands up and dress in a freeze and say in a loose tone.

"Don't make any strange moves and watch the next video"

A huge holographic display is projected into the air as one fully armed person looks in the direction pointed at him.

(I meditated on my eyes here and didn't see anything - if I made fun of you or something, what would happen? No, I wouldn't do that.)

The contents shown on the screen were documents regarding the fire release authority BBA.

"Are you all familiar with a civil society called Fire Abandoned Wei BBA? Bad Book Exile. It was an organization founded to protect children from radical expressions, but one day at a rally, the activity was closed by a catastrophe in which the assembly hall was burned to the ground by a fire seen as arson and one hundred and twenty-one members who were inside were burned to death. '

The announcement begins, probably obtained from the police, showing gruesome footage of burned bodies lining up. The dog owner sees it and laughs at the nigga in a creepy way.

"When the majority of our members were burned to death, we were also planning to come to a venue where the person named Cat Dumpster was also burned. But we found out who all the bodies were, and the cat dumpster wasn't among them. In the first place, there is no family name for cat discarding termination, and no one has seen it since the collapse of Fire Discarding Wei BBA. The police are still after him. '

(You mean you're staring at me as that cat discard when you bother to emphasize cat discards? This is my name...)

The naming felt a little too much of a joke, but still the members of the Fire Discharge Wei BBA weren't aware of who they were alone.

"We have grasped the identity of the unsubstantiated cat abandoner. It 's- '

The footage was abruptly interrupted here.

"We're still working on it. After that, I'm going to put your struggle here on video and connect you."

said one of them poking at the assault rifle.

"So, the identity of the cat dump is the dog breeder - then the development emphasizes the truth of the shock? No, it's a pretty bad taste."

Looking over at the fully armed men, the dog owner giggles spirally.

"Can you afford a light slap"

To that hateful voice, the dog owner sounded familiar.

From among the armed groups, I think of it as the late fifties to early sixties, a small old man shows up and stares at the dog owner.

"Oh, my goodness, the senator is here - no... I didn't know you were involved in this evil."

With a floating attitude, I'll give you an even lighter mouth ride, dog breeder.

The man's name is Shoes French and English Road. He is a provincial councillor whose wife was a member of the Fire Discharge Wei BBA and also contributed to the expansion of the organization of the Fire Discharge Wei BBA.

"I don't care if it's evil. I don't care what my position is. If only I could crush the evil of you."

Bumping his hateful gaze, the shoe law speaks out.

(You're pretty resentful...... damn)

Look at the face of the shoe method, the dog owner thinks. But sympathy doesn't boil as much as hair.

"There is no definitive evidence that cat dumping is you. But I'm almost certain. I'm gonna whisper it to you in this game."

"Yeah, I am. I'm the cat dumper. Yes, I confessed. You wanted me to torture you and make you confess? I'm sorry I couldn't."

Dog breeder who blocks the shoe law dialogue and tells you with a smile. The shoe method was taken in disgust, but the face is further distorted with anger, accepting that it was a mess.

"Is that Cornelis Van Damme behind this?

Ask Straight. I don't answer shoe methods.

"Yes, honest and fine. If it wasn't, I'd have reacted more differently. It's easy to understand fools and help, but provincial people who vote for fools like this and make senators are really stupid, and democratic elections are the shit they make."

To the dog breeder who does all he can to scold him, the shoe method still seemed to have a beautiful atmosphere, but he seemed to have managed to indulge, exhale loudly, and return his heel.

"It's a sight to see how long you can laugh at people like that."

"How long? I'm laughing in hell even after I'm dead."

On the back of the shoe method sweeping the discarding dialogue and walking away, the dog owner snorted in a sloppy voice.

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