Chapter 432: 432 6.

Yoshiku was in a room at the Snow Oka Institute, taking true advice, looking at news sites and institutional paper sites specializing in backstreet and trying to grasp the atmosphere of backstreet articles.

Wolfe also recommended it, but I thought the site run by an organization called Whiplash Disease was excellent. If I were to send an article, I would certainly decide that this is a good place.

After browsing the internet for a while, Wolfe emailed me a ton of information on my phone.

The information felt to be particularly important in this was threefold: the fact that clone idle auctions were held on a small and regular basis, and the fact that there was a manufacturing plant for clones and a conditioning facility for clones.

Due to the tremendous number of people wishing to buy a clone slave, it is basically sequential and takes time after accepting an appointment to make it and sell it individually. But to the effect that it's not just boring, it also takes the form of auctioning off several clones manufactured outside of the reservation.

Auctions can also run the risk of being overshadowed if done to a large extent, so they are changing places at irregular intervals and going small in smaller venues. It even said that it was actually being raided and crushed several times. Whoever attacked him will be right beside him for a long time.

"Four raids."

True said.

"The former tight executives know that, so they don't show up at the venue, and they seem to be doing an auction, somewhat prepared to be crushed. I go shopping for products knowing the dangers they're after."

"Ha, a life-saving peace of mind."

Yoshiku laughs.

"The third and fourth raids failed because I was wary of crushing them twice. The third time it was fake, and the fourth time it got away. Well, even though he got away with it the fourth time, he could have crushed the auction itself. The person in charge of this project is under the impression that he is a moderate member of the formalin-pickled President's executive."

I thought Yoshiku was talking like a poorly done comic book about a child like this raiding and crushing an organizational event on his own, but he doesn't look like he's lying.

"There are three options, huh? One is an auction. One is a manufacturing plant for clones. One is a clone's correctional facility. Okay, first off, which one do you want?"

Yoshiku thinks in arms.

"I've never raided anything but an auction, but I was thinking it was time to go for another two"

And, true.

"I'm sure the correctional facilities are being erotic or something."

I put my hand on my chin and laughed slightly for a long time. I know it's careless, but I can't help but imagine.

"There may be that, but isn't it more important to teach words and minimum knowledge? Rapidly growing clones equate to white babies in your head. I guess we'll be able to have a pretty forceful conversation about that."

But since the truth is serious, I feel somewhat ashamed of myself for making an unscrupulous statement.

"Picturesque as a scoop is a manufacturing plant or an auction."

"But the auction is pretty alarming because of me"

"Hey, okay. Why don't you go to the manufacturing plant? There is only one manufacturing plant, and if it can be delivered to video and images, it will be a scoop article, and if it can be exposed, it will be quite a blow. Hmm... but... there are some problems."

Yoshiku took the hand on his chin to his mouth and roared small.

"Can it be conclusive evidence that it's a formalin-pickled presidential facility? I hope they don't say it's fake footage of the crop or something."

"Deliver even the footage, there won't be any of that in the boulder. If I leave, and I don't, even more so."

"I hope you avoid Don Patch. I'll have to rely on it then..."

I'm a little relieved to hear the true words, Shizuku.

"Heh, the paparazzi meeting is going well?"

After knocking, the door of the room opens without confirmation, Midori comes in and raises one hand.

"Ouch. We have a policy in place."

Shizuku lets you wink at Midori.

We're headed to the factory where they're making the clones.

Fly the display that True was putting out in front of you toward Midori.

"Heh, this looks interesting ~. Okay, you're gonna take a bunch of pictures of the bare idol clones being cultured in the cylinder, right?

"Who's good?"

In the dual sense, Manju laughs bitterly.

"So, how's it going?"

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Midori suggests.

"He says don't do that either. Me, come on, you're not a crook."

"Bye, Rin."

"I don't mind hatred...... So, I'm just gonna hang out with the bodyguard. Then you guys have nothing to gain."

Shizuku turned to the true one and asked.

"No, that's not true. If you put it on camera, write an article, and put it on the news site of an intelligence organization on the back street, that would be a headache for a formalin-pickled president. If you were exposed to such an important facility, you would be involved in the organization's vouchers. Our purpose is also to harass that organization. You don't have to worry about it."

"Oh well."

There is something hard to understand about buying me a dangerous escort just for what I was convinced was a long time to depress the gavel.

"The conditioning facility looks horny, but the manufacturing plant looks horny, as Midori said."

"Hey, Midori wants to go, too."

Soon Midori, who came right next door to Shizuku, smiles and peeks into Shizuku's face and says:

"No, I'm not going to play..."

And I tried to say no for a long time, but...

"This guy looks like this and he's more combative than me, and he's got a lot of useful powers if you take him. If you mean to go in person, you should take him."

"Yes, with my true brother's permission, it's settled."

Without waiting for your permission, will, or judgment, the conversation proceeds with truth and obscurity. I'm in a position to get you to cooperate, and I'm an amateur, so I have a lot to go into, but I had to follow that decision for a long time.

Akino Kaori turns 27 this year.

As a high school student, he climbed up to the rank of chief executive of a formalin-pickled president and has since continued to contribute to the organization as a chief executive, but by no means a feat given by his own strength alone. Excellent Blaine exists and the part that relied on her is huge.

Incense that was treated like a genius child within the organization, but true genius admits she is, so she can't be happy to be praised.

"Inouigaya wants to stick to clone sales until critical"

In front of her, Incense reports.

He's not the kind of guy who moves for money.

A tall voice emanates from a woman's mouth. The age is a little below incense, but it is not visible to the girl at first glance because she is a child face and short. Her hair is thick and she is dyed brown.

"I have a wack that just makes money. That you need money."

"Since Inouigaya himself makes clone harlems, I guess that means he wants a little bit of that maintenance"

To the words of incense, the brown haired woman shakes her neck to the side.

"That's all you have to do to keep making money in the long run. In my reading, you saw he was going to leave the organization. You saw a president pickled in formalin and sold clones again elsewhere. Probably in a foreign country. Inouigaya sees a strong obsession with the cloning industry itself."

"I see. Shall we keep an eye on him?"

"You don't have to."

Hands together, the woman with the big one waves again and laughs when she dulls.

"Junko Yukioka's murder doll has already raided many times, hasn't he? Yukooka says she doesn't like clone sales. Then you can leave it to me. They'll work for us without even knowing they're being used."

"Contact Junko to make a breakthrough? If you bring it, you might get away with it."

"I don't know..."

On the question of incense, the woman with the big one conceives with her jaw on her combined hands.

"Yeah, you shouldn't give me the extra little one. Because Snow Oka can't be that slow, and Inouigaya is obsessed with it, so if I read it, it would go wrong and ruin it on its own."

"We don't seem to have to do anything, so we're good."

"Right. Side by side."

The reading of the incense and the woman with the tits will come off subtly.

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