Chapter 2142: 2142 21.

Vivian was born and raised in a tent house in the garden of the estate. At this point, Vivian thinks he has pulled out all the hassles. It's because it's a tent life that is even more disadvantaged in immigration caves, even though it's not just immigrants.

There are about two more cases of detachment on board. My parents don't understand that Vivian had a gender identity disorder.

But Pedro, the younger man, admired the Vivian situation without showing resistance. And Vivian has been taking care of Pedro since he was little.

Pedro's presence alone was a big win for Vivian. Vivian felt that it was the hope God had given him.

(I... believed you the most, but I thought you were a community of destiny... how thoughtful that you weren't there...)

Vivian can't believe that Pedro left himself in this situation. It was a nightmare reality I didn't want to believe.

"More and more people are coming to join us."

In the corner of the Immigration Revolutionary Army in Asia, Ancient Senators play a voice and report to the vague Vivian who did nothing.

"That's right...."

"Ah, yes... that's it..."

Ancient members lowered their heads and retreated to the vivian who answered with vain eyes and careless voices.

I would have been delighted by the increase in the number of people wishing to join the revolutionary army, but I am not very pleased with the Vivians today. Pedro's betrayal is enduring. I also endure the fact that I am dying soon. The combination of the two is too painful. The members also feel distant by feeling such a vivian feeling.

(Forsaking me who's dying soon... not much...)

Vivian protested thinking of Pedro without speaking out, soaking up the tears that were spilling.

(Did you really abandon it? I want you to tell me... that's not true.)

I tried calling Pedro's cell phone many times, but there was no sign of it coming out.

He said he couldn't find Maligan. The Vivian was honestly relieved to hear that.

(But if Pedro shows up in front of me... and he turns to my enemies, then...)

I don't want to imagine, but I have to be prepared. You have to make up your mind. At that time, I said that I would apply cherry.

The immigration cave at night. The busiest time to see the South Namida shopping district.

There are many shops lined up in a very narrow alley. Seats in the shop and the width of the seats are also narrow.

"It's so lively. People other than immigrants have come quite a bit. Besides the homeless, some of us seem to have come from outside the immigration caves."

Hayama says when he enters the bar in the immigration cave. The shop was relatively spacious, and seats were spaced apart. Many shops have only counter seats, while the shop also has many box seats.

"Immigration cave shops are cheap. Cheap restaurants and taverns in particular. Even Japanese who aren't immigrants, the poor people are bringing their feet here."

A middle-aged man from a red-faced immigrant listened to Hayama's murmur and explained.

"Doya City's normal."

And Simon was drinking cheap sake next to Hayama.

"A super giant Doya city with millions of workers. There's a lot of business to do, but the culture is different from that of the United States, so we need to match it."

I can't say on this occasion, but Simon thinks it's best to handle illegal drugs. However, it seems like it will become a thin profit and a lot of sales, and if it spreads too much, the eyes of the upper control will shine, so I also feel that it is difficult to adjust.

"I hear that illegal drug sales in Anraku City are a lot of trouble for organizations to coordinate with each other and even get into the central intervention. But I doubt if immigration caves have such eyes."

And Hayama. Simon, who lived on the back street in Anraku City when he was a teenager, was also aware of the situation.

"By the way, Hayama has military experience?

"Yes, I was in the French Foreign Service."

I see. Somehow I felt like a soldier. "

Simon was convinced by Hayama's words.

"Do you know the name Devil Grandmother? Umeko Uenohara. He stroked me. It made me the most patient maggot."

"Of course I know your name. I'm a mercenary too. I've never met him."

Hearing the name Umeko Uenohara, Simon was about to become a traffic cone.

I can't say he killed his son.

Immediately after Simon thought so, Simon felt weird signs and tightened his mind. Hayama also has a slightly real face.

The symptom owner walked gently behind the counter seat where Hayama and Simon sat next to Simon.

Bourbon Alimas? Double De?

A white man sitting next to Simon asks the clerk in a dull Japanese language. He's taller than the tall Hayama. Simon is only 160 feet tall, so he's caught between two tall men.

"Hello, Hayama. What do you do for a living? I don't suppose he hired you?

A white man who ordered bourbon asked in English with a giggle. Kelly Murdoch, head of Nudist School.

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"I will remain silent. I can't speak maggots."

"I didn't hire you, and I don't know what this guy does, but it seems convenient to be working with me."

Hayama and Simon answered.

"Hah... I didn't expect Hayama to get there. I used to hire them, and I was reliant at the time, but turning to my enemies is going to be troublesome and fun."

Murdoch smiled and a glass was placed in front of him and a whiskey was poured.

"You're as stupid as ever. I didn't know you were sitting next to me alone."

Simon smiled.

"I'm just here for a drink. I don't want to fight, but if that's what you want, I'll stand up and pull it out first."

"Ah? You're out first. Then I'll take it out on you too."

I know that Murdoch and Simon are not motivated at all and are not motivated by each other, even though their mouths are provocative.

"How's your boss?

Murdoch asks.

"It's about the morning when I'm not well. After all the noise at dawn."

"Then we have to break into the time zone in the morning."

Listening to Simon, Murdoch jokes.

"I was able to be the boss of the organization. You don't have to go out of your way to sell it. Didn't you hate the tea time on the battlefield?

Simon asks, but I know the answer somehow. Still, I dared to ask, and I felt like listening to Murdoch's mouth.

"No way. I'm thanking you... we're thankful to the King. The reason is... yes. Sportsmanship, I guess."

Ha?

Listening to Murdoch's answer, Simon was taken aback.

"That's exactly what I said. There is no grudge. But there is confrontation."

"Do you know what sportsmanship means?

"Honestly. And thank you?

"Then you will know that there are no Sportsmanship Shards. I hate sports in the first place."

When Simon told him to throw up, he took the bamboo shooter.

"Well... I mean, it was boring. No... the daily stimulus of the struggle with you was too strong."

Maligan smiles slightly and carries the bourbon to his mouth.

"I see... then I understand"

Simon had similar feelings. With the end of the struggle against the Nudist School and the U.S. Army, the days are running short. It's a peaceful and boring time.

Simon came to Japan alone to visit the immigration caves because he was expecting excitement somewhere in his mind. Actions call for drama.

"Seems like we're having a hard time."

That said, Murdoch swallowed the rest of the bourbon, which contained quite a bit.

"If you want a place to play or someone to play with, why not a mercenary?

Simon recommends it.

"No thanks. I want to sleep in bed when I sleep, and I don't want to be bitten by insects."

"Hmm, he's selfish."

Simon listens to Murdoch and smiles a little.

"My organization - many militants who would have died first - survived. Me and Maligan. That's why this is not a funny choice."

That's how Murdoch puts his banknotes on the counterfeit.

"Otsuri Ilimasane. Bye. The next time I see you, I want you to play sportsmanship fairly."

Murdoch smiled and laughed at the clerk, and immediately afterwards he turned to Simon and spread a fierce smile.

"That's why you don't understand the meaning of sportsmanship...."

He said, "You know what I don't understand. You're doing this on purpose."

After Murdoch left, Simon and Hayama whispered to each other.

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