I can see that I spent my body's energy on regenerating the flesh, draining it all away, and in a much deeper coma.
I was sleeping in a futon in the back lounge of my office.
When I got up and went to the living room, there were traces of blood and bullets, but the room was still largely clean. There are no bodies.
More than half of the constituents survived. Some were killed, but more were the guys who just had to be stunned. Hino also survived, and it looks like he ended it.
But the old man was killed.
The slightest was taken. I'm sure they've already made me that grandpa baboon's toy. No, it could be exactly progressive right now. That makes me crazy to think so.
He's... he'll never forgive that maggot-man. I can't even forgive Koganei. Of course I can't forgive you for killing an old man or a buddy, but what's more unforgivable than that is that, by the way, you killed a little father in front of a slight eye. I can't forgive you for saying no.
But I can't forgive myself more than that.
My helplessness is pitiful and regrettable. I couldn't protect myself again. No, this is God's gift of malice. You get strength, but you attract someone with even stronger power, and you flavor helplessness to me again. Take it from me again. God damn it, die.
What the hell is this... here's what I always do. The peace that lasted for years was also lost in this way, after all.
"Are you okay to wake up now?
Hino, with an angry expression, called out. I stood by silently.
"You're done. All"
Hino vomits words of despair. But I'm not angry with this guy. Hino is - he's just saying the facts.
"It's been fun. The boss...... Inaguchi was the best boss. This organization was also the best. Too bad."
For some reason, my smile spilled on Hino, who made fun of me in the past. I wonder why. Is this self-derision?
"The organization didn't collapse. You're here, and I am. Several survive."
I say it in a totally hectic voice.
"Or are you unmotivated without an old man? Throw it all out?
I'll ask Hino. To be honest, I feel like throwing it all out already. But...
"I don't like it. I'm still alive. I don't want it to end this way as long as I live."
The rotten god of sexual roots will still be watching me scratch my feet, slapping my hands and laughing at the Guerraggera. And with great joy, you will plunge me into despair again.
But I still crawl up. Until God gets bored? No, until God fears. Crawl up as many times as you want. The time you killed me was God's defeat. This is such a root competition.
And I don't even want God to kill me. Even if God wants to kill me for real, I will still resist you. I'll even drive your calculations of destiny crazy. I'll keep you alive, keep you fighting.
"Help me a little..."
The bell rang halfway through the words.
"Is it the police again? I have heard the circumstances..."
Hino takes the intercom as I say.
Liao Er, I just want to see you.
A familiar voice. Junko. I urge Hino to pass.
Junko wasn't the only one who showed up. There was another companion. It's like I don't remember seeing it anywhere, a high-teen girl.
The platinum blonde is tied only thinly behind her hair and stretched out to her waist. White skin on watery eyes and looking totally white. I have the impression that the eye of the slit length, which is even more connected than that of Junko, is a little tight. She's a beautiful girl in slender shape.
I dress elegantly like some lady, but the long cylinder I carried definitely seems to contain a gun. Depending on the shape and size of the container, it would be like a rifle or machine gun, not a pistol. Rare in the back streets.
This guy... he's not the only one. I saw him as quite a strong man. There seems to be no hostility... but who is it? And do you feel familiar enough celebrities to have their faces on the internet? I can't remember who it is.
"Here we go. I'm Sylvia Dan down there. You know what his name is?
My beautiful girl introduces herself in a boneless way. The voice is quite high. And I naturally know the name, and I thought I figured out why this person came here.
Sylvia Tanshita - Silver Storm Hall owner, one of the top executives of O'Myrape. I mean, it hits a few bosses.
Silver Storm Hall is a family that specializes in escorts for generations. It is not just an escort, but when an attacker shows up, he is simply asked to escort the Silver Storm Hall because he will also be responsible for the assassination of that attacker, leaving him unattended by the detours.
"I'm here to help a little, was it a little late? Damn, he... We don't need our hands. We need to put some keri on it."
It was a high voice characteristic of outsiders, sylvia throwing up abominably, but it also seemed to show some serious slight things.
"Sorry...... I couldn't protect you."
"I have no choice. The other guy was too bad. I used to get hit by him, too. I've been after him ever since."
"I've been hit twice. No, I repelled him once. I didn't expect you to hire Mr. Ip Shan by any chance."
When I bowed my head, Silvia and Junko kept saying. We both know who he is, and it looks like there's a reason.
"Who are you? He is."
"I'm a killer called Ip Shan. Until recently it was not known by much name, but it has become quite recognizable recently"
Sylvia answers. That was a name I didn't even know. Let's find out later.
No... I remember. Conversation at Wombat with Limei Kuguchi. Talk about the killer that he's chasing with Sylvia. A man who calls himself a maggot. Isn't that exactly him?
"I'll rescue the little one with me and Junko. Ip Mountain also kills Butch. You coming, too?
"Naturally. I mean, even Junko?
Hearing Sylvia's words, I turn a strange glance at Junko. This guy is basically neutral, and he's having fun watching me and my little, modified, unleashed little elephant mouse kill him?
"If Mr. Ip Mountain came out, you can't just watch him silently on the boulder, can you? Sometimes the balance of power breaks down, but more than that, there are a lot of things I think about. Come on. If I get a chance to, I want to. He's dangerous."
Let Junko Yukioka, one of the living legends on the back street, say that... No, he was definitely a hell of a guy.
"Li Mei wanted to ask you out, too. You wanted him to have an apricot vendetta, but you said you got another job. Bad guy in between."
And, Sylvia.
"If you have a job, you have to make that a priority. I think Apricot will be angry because of her personality if Rimeko gets to work and make her a hostile priority."
"I guess. So Junko also knew about apricots?
"Never in my life."
"What?"
"Do you know where Koganei is with a hint?
Me breaking into two conversations.
"Who do you think I am? You're in about number two or three of my rapes. If you want to know, there's nothing you can't know."
Silvia with an adorable and invincible grin. I knew he was a top executive, but is he in such a great position? But I don't even know the number two or three. What do you mean?
"Koganei won't have even cut his contract with Ip Shan yet. Liao Er Oshima, I brought a little to Koganei on the condition of keeping you alive, so I know you'll come again."
"Can this mentz beat Ye Shan?
Staring at Sylvia, I ask.
The guy who killed the old men and hurt them slightly, I'd love to kill him. No... what can I do to hate him? He's a preposterous killer, and he just killed me because he asked me to. What you really should hate is your client, Kokanai.
"There's definitely not in this world, but I definitely want to win. At least I can't win alone. You know how strong he is. It outweighs bad overlife, it's substandard combat."
Answer honestly Sylvia. Oh-ho. Oh-ho? What the... No, I don't know what else to ask.
Whatever Junko is, this girl named Sylvia seems fine to believe. No... like Junko, this guy just looks like a girl, and I actually feel like he's been alive quite a while. I treat you, I talk to you, I know it somehow.
"Get ready. We'll go when we're ready."
"Oh."
Nodding at Sylvia's words, when I looked back towards Hino, there was Hino right around the corner, offering me a gun and a magazine. It's the boss's gun.
"Please...... Take vengeance on the boss and the murderers."
I nodded silently at Hino's words, squeezed out by the thought of spitting blood, and took the gun and the magazine.