When I started hunting for the remnants of the Lost Paradigm, my true impression was that it was a boring assignment.
The truth is that there were three people with New Face and Simon named Krishna, who were acting.
Scattered all over the city, exploring potentially suspicious places, there is no trace of a remnant soldier.
(This neighborhood isn't a battlefield anymore, but it's like Ghost Town)
With very few passers-by, the truth is I think so.
'There's also the possibility that he's standing at home threatening residents. There was a case like that over here. It's plain and it'll be tough, but go around one house at a time and find out.'
There was a serious voice radio coming from my new home that I was supposed to say was okay. I felt like I was pushing my anger to death. Everyone guesses that the rest of the Lost Paradise party was doing terrible things to their families in the house they were probably standing in.
"I told you the opposite was true."
Simon says so and smiles.
"I don't know, you guys are a serious kid combo"
Simon shrugged his shoulder when he saw the truth and Krishna, who remained faceless, even laughing.
"I'm sorry I'm heartless"
"I can't get my emotions out..."
"I'm not blaming you. Don't take it seriously."
Four soldiers appeared forward when Simon spilled a slight smile on two people who were serious enough to react.
"Why are you here?
Not to be particularly alarmed, but to speak to the soldiers who showed up as Simon grinned. The opponent was an American Army soldier.
"Are you Simon Bell? It's a pleasure to meet you. Was Eleven here too? Chief Urban Stuart."
The oldest and most magnificent soldier salutes. Eleven is the name of the eleventh presidential squad of the Mercenary School, known in part.
"Well, we've become famous, too."
Simon laughs lightly as he shakes hands with a magnificent soldier nearly ten years older than himself.
"We are moving to measure that interaction in order to form a cooperative relationship with the people of Segloamia"
"Oh, that's what you were doing, too. It doesn't give me much media, though."
Simon laughs sarcastically when he hears the words of a magnificent soldier.
Speaking of the US military, there is even an impression manipulation of air strikes and air strikes all the time, but authentic activities are also carried out properly to explore the situation on the ground. Establishing a cooperative relationship and purchasing information with the trust of the locals is one of them.
By the way, we were approached by anti-government forces to handle the remnants of the party.
"I see. We've also encountered and engaged once"
Simon and Stuart then had an otherwise loving conversation and broke up.
"It's something that unexpectedly teaches us to want each other's assignments. Is it the power of the valiant name of the eleventh chairman's squad that has no prejudice over mercenaries?"
Krishna said strangely. Krishna has also fought as a mercenary so far, but regular military personnel have had many bad images of mercenaries and have been treated all the time, so the interaction has been fresh now.
"At least we're not enemies. He wants to avoid useless collisions, so yeah, he's been treating me favorably, and this one's the same thing. It's more convenient to teach each other how to move at an unobstructed level."
After Simon explains it, he drops off the US Army's rear and gets a reluctant look.
"Maybe... their activities aren't going smoothly."
"Why?"
Against the dialogue that Simon has spoken, now the truth asks.
"Because, thanks to the scourge of war, the hearts of the inhabitants are razed. For them, even the US Army, an ally, sees them together as abominable warriors. So are we. No, we mercenaries better think we're being seen with whiter eyes. They think they like it, they're at war, they're not."
"We got backup in town before we got here, but maybe that's because it's a city that hasn't been exposed to the scourge of war yet"
"I see."
It was explained by two of Simon and Krishna, and the truth was convinced.
Then I walked for a while and saw a lot of people making rows. Until then, we haven't seen many people, but the momentum is that residents from all over the city are gathering together.
The reason for the crowd was rationing by NGO. Security is also tight.
(Everyone has no light in their eyes. Sounds like your soul is missing. to children)
Seeing people flocking to rations, the truth is that the gloomy mood is going to infect me this way, I remember that illusion.
Military members of the anti-government forces are also blindfolded, and the overheard noise continued to ring as the three tried to get through intact. Shots fired from small arms. And the screams are multiplied.
It was obvious that they were shooting indiscriminately at rations. Looking back, the sight pops into your true eyes as you can imagine.
"Ho! Ho!
Odd enough to pass high enough to beat the gunshots and screams, a man with a small gun is shooting around, counter-assisting and gradually, the residents who came to rations.
A soldier in a government army points a gun at a man, but hesitates there. The man had grenades wrapped around his body. It is carefully wrapped around your head and face. There are many residents lying around such men who have come to get rations. They don't target these laying dwellers, they shoot at those a little further away.
"Ho ho! Hoo-hoo! Civilian Massacre Fun No!
I was wondered if the man was also deciding on medication. He spreads a distorted grin, peels off his eyes, and drips from the edge of his mouth. His head was a thin, dirty pink Mohican, with spider tattoos carved all over his face.
It is obvious that it is the remnants of the Lost Paradigm, and Simon points a gun at the Mohican man because the government forces are assed.
Simon's breaking it off when he's going to aim for a place where there's no bomb for once, but if he does, he can't help it. If we leave him alone, the Mohican man will continue to kill more than the number of those dressed as hostages lying around the Mohican man.
"Please wait. I'll take care of this."
Krishna said quietly and moved on. A knife bent into a loose "ku" lettering in the middle of his body is held in his hand at some point. A short carving was visible at the base of the blade of the knife.
(Kukli knife)
Truth squeals in my mouth. It is also a weapon to be called synonymous with Gulka soldiers, many of whom carry it. Also known as Kukuri, Kukuri Knife, and Gurka Knife.
From Krishna approaching the indiscriminate man in a relaxed foothold, an aura was emitted like a sharpened knife. True and Simon's eyes can't see that little back without relying on it. It gives the impression that it will be disconnected immediately if touched.
"See?"
Aiming at that timing when the Mohican man realizes he exists, he runs to make sure Krishna, who was walking slowly until then, is bounced off and packs his time at once.
"Ho! Heroic idiot!? Welcome!
When he shouts happily, the Mohican man points the gun at Krishna and pulls the trigger, but Krishna approaches the Mohican man as he cleverly fires the gun.
But Krishna didn't even intend to fight close to the distance of the melee.
At some close proximity, Krishna threw a Kukli knife, facing the throat of the Mohican man.
The knife he threw flew in as he rotated longitudinally, to the throat of the Mohican man - and did not stab him. Just before, it was caught by the man's right hand. Besides, they're grabbing the part of my body.
Mohican man laughs cool. His right hand was a prosthetic hand. But aside from that, the art of catching spinning and flying Kukli knives is not just every bit.
Krishna, on the other hand, never ceases to be surprised when she sees it, puts up an instant small gun and shoots at the bombless part. The distance between the two is not even five meters away, so I can snipe easily.
Mohican man throws Kukli knife back to Krishna while dodging the shooting.
Krishna catches the part of the rotating Kukli knife pattern without changing her complexion at all.
Only for that moment, Krishna's attack was interrupted. The Mohican man does not miss the opportunity and turns to counterattack.
The bullet keeps getting thrown up. I wasn't lucky enough to hit civilians lying around, but I'm in danger as it is. And when Krishna uses firearms, consideration must be given to preventing stray bullets from hitting civilians.
Krishna admits it was on her back that she approached. When Keri just came along, he was underestimating the other guy. But the other guy was a pretty strong guy.
Shooting with a small gun at close range. It's madness in a way. And if you try Krishna, it's pretty bad minutes. Civilians are on the ground all around us, and the Mohican man has a bomb wrapped around his body. In time, this Mohican man will have considerable arms.
"Wait!"
A Mohican man screamed and lowered his gun.
"I'm gonna hit these guys like this. Wow. I promised these guys. If you stay down, you'll be the only ones who have to shoot. I'm a man who keeps his word."
The Mohican man rushes backwards as he says, facing Krishna.
Krishna didn't shoot. If you shoot, the battle will continue again in unfavourable circumstances, and worst of all, there will be victims. If the opponent runs away without doing anything, he decided he should let him go now.
"You were a tough opponent inside."
Simon, who came behind Krishna, speaks.
"I'm sorry"
"No, you can just leave without spreading the damage any further."
Put your hands on Krishna's shoulder to apologize, and smile Simon.
"The guy now - we'll find out later. A lot of the Lost Paradigm just gave them toys to scraps they just wanted to get rammed on, and they seem to be hardly trained, but rarely do you hear there's a mix of guys with arms on them."
I thought I could have killed a Mohican man on that spot if I had gone, Simon, but I'll keep it out of my mouth. But the next time I showed up, even if Krishna wanted a rematch, she wouldn't admit it, and she had decided in her mind that she would deal with her opponent and definitely slaughter her.