Chapter 66: 66 17

When the apricots circulated information about the star coal online last night and all wondered what would happen to the end of the road for those employed by them, there was a proper response the next morning. Voices calling for vigilance are rising everywhere.

Starling coal should have made it harder to replenish soldiers. This accusation led to a simultaneous rise in stocks as an apricot informer.

It was the most comforting moment for apricots. Confirm the truth faster than anyone else with your own eyes, release the truth into the world with your own hands, and move the world - this was the supreme pleasure over anything. Furthermore, if it is appreciated and acknowledged like this one, there is nothing to say. Information is both a prey and an object for apricots.

This world is too funny. Compared to that, if it were a peaceful and livestock harmless world before falling into the back society......

'That's usually how much you can do, isn't it?' 'Everybody's doing it right, so do it right, too!' 'That's common sense!' 'That's normal,' 'why can't we all go along?' 'It's crazy,' 'It's unusual,' 'That's an unusual idea.'

Numerous voices come back to the back of my brain. All those voices deny themselves.

It was an indelible memory of humiliation in apricots. People who are no different from ants who don't know what they live for, look down on apricots with the value of the name Normal as the supreme.

Those were nothing but evil if you try them as apricots. myself unable to coordinate with them. I scorn and curse myself like that, a bunch of sheep.

I don't want to be. I want to grab something. I want to get to something people don't know the fastest. And I want to let people know that as something I found. That was the stimulus the apricot sought, and it was happiness.

In search of that happiness, the apricots jumped into the world behind them. In general, it is described as "fallen" to change the place of life from the surface street to the back street, but the apricot liked this expression even as it felt contradictory in itself.

It was an apricot that was gathering information, but he heard a gunshot that apparently appeared to be coming from inside the hotel, and turned to a rugged face, closing the display that was projecting countless times into the air.

Gunshots in a place designated as a neutral zone by the center - that's an incredible story. The absolute taboo in the back street is broken.

But Apricot didn't even consider it an anomaly. We immediately noticed that we were overlooked.

(Those guys don't mean they're backstreet residents. You have no obligation to follow our rules, and you may not know the rules for granted on the back street in the first place)

If you look from the front streets, they both look like dark dwellers of society, but are technically in different areas.

The back streets are within the framework of industry and order in this country. Being a backstreet resident is also under the control of an organization with tremendous power called the center, which manages the darkness of this country.

Even if national laws are not followed, the rules laid down in the central arrangements need to be followed. In time they will receive various dark privileges and can live as part of the society behind them.

But a clan of star charcoal curses, they don't belong to it. It's tricky, but they're separate from recognized backgrounds. So you don't mind these rules or anything.

(It's a dumb story that none of the three goose necks realise that)

Take out the gun, take the outlet, dress quickly and wear sunglasses while you are in bad shape in your mouth. If it's just clothing, I can't ignore it because it throws away shame and the like and keeps it intact, but it's bulletproof blade proof specification.

It can be inferred from the fact that the gunshots are heard from far away that it is true that we are engaged. Li Mei is in the room just across the street.

Clarify your ears. I heard the door open. Li Mei probably popped out.

Rest assured, the apricot also opened the door. After all, Li Mei's appearance was there. I'm pointing a bitter laugh at the apricot.

"It's a hotel with a lot of residents in the back, but this guy's our guest, right? Definitely."

Li Mei shrugged her shoulders and whispered like a loose mouth. Of course there's a gun in that hand.

"I can't think of anything else. Because our enemies are not the backstreets."

"Ha. I knew it, huh? I don't know if we can blame you for not patting us up here."

"I'll explain the area well. There's a lot going on online about the star charcoal magicians last night, and even if they don't, there's no excuse for self-defense."

"Well, I won't hesitate to let you get busted, so I asked for you. I don't want to be blind to the hub, no matter how much I am."

Turning the bitterness into an invincible laugh, Li Mei moved her eyes. At the end of that gaze, there were a few men who had only murdered in their vain eyes, pointing guns at both of them.

Gunshots stagger. Apricots pull the trigger as they fall to the hallway floor and lie down.

Attempt to minimize the area to be hit. A sharpened sense of outlet captured the bullet flying pretty close to his body. If the reaction had been any slower, it would have been dangerous.

The enemy is the one who has been given the power to cross the ordinary man by the art of star coal. I regret it but I can't deal with it myself very well. But the way we fight is the same as usual. Li Mei attracts enemies in the form of standing in front, and the apricots are thoroughly packed up as usual.

Li Mei's reaction was slower than that of apricots. No, it seemed too late from the sight. That can't be right. Because he noticed the presence of the enemy before the apricot.

Even when the apricot moved, Li Mei just didn't look like she moved. In fact, he sees ballistics in very small movements, and he's turning bullets. Even with the power of the outlet, it's a fairly remote craftsmanship.

To those who lost their free will and became killing machines, Li Mei fires a gun in a leisurely motion. Pull the trigger over and over again as you don't see a big move and just act like you're shaking your body every bit, scratching all of the bullets fired at you.

Whenever the trigger is pulled, a chunk of meat rolls on the floor.

The number of enemies seems to be high, but since it is a space called a hallway, there may be a number that can be engaged at once, and movement is restricted. That's why Li Mei is ready for the risk, avoiding enemy attacks with minimal movement, while surely defeating one person at a time.

Of course, apricot cover is helping properly. Apricot shooting also disperses consciousness for enemies cannot ignore.

"I wonder if it was easier than last night."

Looking over the hallway that became a mountain of corpses, Li Mei shrugs.

"I was wondering if the other guests would come to cover me, but they wouldn't come out."

"It's not natural. There's no one in the neutral zone who wants to get caught up in rubbing things that he doesn't even know about."

"Oh well. So why don't you go help the boy?"

An apricot that follows Li Mei running out, slightly lagging behind. Gunshots are already interrupted. The true one seems to have been cleaned up.

And the raiders fell before the true chamber. The door stays open. The presence of blood-coated, motion-stopped ultrasonic vibrating steel wire was also clearly seen.

"Ha ha, you seem to be doing well over there in the morning"

Li Mei looks back at the apricot, shrugging her shoulders and laughing.

"True..."

Li Mei peered into the room and tried to greet her with a bright voice, but when she saw the sight of the indoor, her voice became butt shrugged.

True to hold and mouth a woman in underwear in a room filled with blood and corpses.

Apricots also stiffened when they saw it.

"Er, take your time..."

Li Mei turns back her heels in a very bad way. Apricots similarly turn their backs on the true ones.

I didn't want Li Mei to see my face distorted by jealousy, so the apricot remained nagging and followed Li Mei.

"... yeah, so I don't think I can collect the other samples on my own"

With his cell phone in his hand, Toshio Nakamura was making a respectful call, smiling bitterly.

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"Of course I'll at least take it back. That's why we infiltrated the mustard engine. As I said earlier, I'm the only one who survived. Yeah, of course I had a modified surgery for Junko Yukioka. That's why I live like this. Anyone else who infiltrated should probably have died. You think it's the work of those who hold grudges against the mustard engine for everything? No, I didn't say no to Junko Yukioka's bullshit or anything. This is how I'm currently being attacked, and seeing the gaps doesn't make it possible to escape."

The other person over the phone seemed annoyed by the Japanese man talking about the course in a sarcastic tone, but the Japanese man said

It turns into an increasingly people-fed tone, as if you enjoy the reaction of your opponent.

"If a pregnant woman is aware of a chitin sink, shouldn't she have been killed already? That would be no fun for our organization to be a spectacle to them, but what are we going to do in this situation? Can't you leave it to me without placing too many orders? If you don't mind, do this mission on your own behalf. You can accomplish much better than your incompetent self?

At last, he was openly crossing the lines of scorn and ridicule.

Hang up. Open the hidden zipper at the bottom of the bag, which is a little bit unknown to the eye, and put your fingertip phone in it to hide it.

"The guys on the desk, you just have to give them directions at the tip of their mouth, so that's easy. They're moving for their lives. Actually, everyone but me is dead."

I get a masochistic grin.

It's operational time, Kunihiro.

There is a voice of Junko with Knock. A smile disappears from the face of the Japanese man for a moment.

"It's as if you've been waiting for this call to end."

I whisper while smiling bitterly. After everything was foreseen, the Japanese opened the door to the room, pushing and killing the anxiety that maybe he was being danced.

All soldiers hired by Starling Charcoal were killed.

"As you know, we're being tipped off by them so they don't make us replenish soldiers and killers. That's it for Meat Pawn."

Tell Changko behind you as the real pan heads for the display in the air.

"It's ironic. They'll assume they've reduced our gestures, but they haven't actually reduced them at all."

In the center of the room with black curtains strewn in a vortex, Changko smiles at his mouth as he meditates.

"We are ready in the Forest of the Admiral of Euthanasia. And then we need to get the information out and bring them here, but the question is whether or not they're going to make it."

Changko's smile disappeared into the words of the real pot she continued to tell her.

"If Snow Oka or Aizawa, isn't it completely pointless if you don't come?

Ask Changko, who is more visible than you, in a harsh tone.

"Koike had set a sight that Aizawa would come better. Assuming it's Aizawa who's moving for this one, he's bound to come. However, it is true that there are doubts as to whether or not it will come as a trap. You have to think about that in advance."

"It would be Mr. Makoto's role to do something about it!?

I keep my voice absurd with the tone of blame.

It was unforgivable for Changko to make such a weak statement even though she was sure she was ready to ambush her hate enemies, not knowing if she could attract them, etc.

Even the minimal courtesy that you should not show such an attitude towards the person who sets you up as the commander of the decorations and is responsible for all of the actual operational planning has disappeared from her head.

As her commander, only the awareness that she was going to ambush her resentful enemy Junko Yuoka for the sake of star coal and her beloved Yayumi dominated her head, and she couldn't think of anything else.

Himself, myself, myself. I don't suspect it's all partitioned out on my own. And give glorious victory to Ayumi, the Lord, and rejoice. And even more loved by Ayumi. And you'll love me for the rest of my life.

And in the history of star charcoal, I will forever inscribe the name of myself and Ayumi. Changko's delusions are accelerating day by day since he assumed the role of commander of the battle, which should also be called a clan festival. Dancing alone in my head. I'm losing sight of myself, and I'm losing my ability to make normal decisions.

Because he is such a Changko, Makoto recommended Changko for his role as commander, as a decorative commander.

Born into a family line that serves directly the masters of the Star Coal Stream spell, this unknown girl, who was not even allowed through elementary school in an isolated world and raised just for star coal, is perfect for use. Changko and Yayumi, of course, have not even noticed Koike's intentions in such a genuine pot.

"It must also be Makoto-san who said he was going for Makoto Aizawa!? We have to lure him out at all costs!

"It would be nice for me and Mr. Egawa to go to the site, not just leave it to the lower magician"

"Huh?"

In a sober tone, but in the words of a true pot without a pulse, Changko becomes a decent face.

"If you dare to circulate the information that it is Mr. Egawa who is taking command of this one and show it to the local area, it will further enhance the credibility of the information. That way, they're bound to come where we trap and wait."

"You think you're going to bait me?

(Do you realize that you are a fool to boulders?)

To Changko's words leaked with a strong expression, Makoto muttered without speaking out as she desperately caught a laugh.

"The commander should be in the safe zone. Sometimes, though, I wonder if I have these hands. Well... it is you, Egawa, who will make the final decision."

"Fine. Let's go with that operation."

Keeping his determined gaze in a real pot, Changko accepts that he will become a fool himself.

"When you show up at night, I'll let you know."

It is at night that the art of dealing with the Spirit does its utmost. Because the darkness of the night inspires human beings to their potential fears, making it easier for the Spirit to possess them.

"I'll definitely finish it. This time."

Changko told him with a powerful voice, and Makoto sighed his head respectfully and responded accordingly. Dropping his head, where his expression was no longer visible from Changko, the real pot was overwhelmed, and he had a distorted grin.

Even though the day was about to tilt, Junko didn't try to move.

Since last night, there have been no star coal attacks. Miho and the others are preparing for the raid while nervously inside the hotel.

Junko tells him to rest as he is for a while, in his own room, peeking at the internet all day by himself.

Beside checking out star coal related information, I usually spent my free time looking around blogs, bulletin boards, etc., but in the evening I saw new information on star coal come up, took my phone and depressed my email.

"Mr. Spy, please reply,"

Only at the end of the e-mail sentence, speak up.

The other guy replied right away. Junko's answer was just as expected.

"Well, General Euthanasia's forest isn't a trap after all."

Smile small and think true.

"True you and Limei will go. I would also like to see a little bit of what kind of battle it will be, but is that also difficult? There's Miho and the others over here. Too bad. Thanks to you, I don't have a dong patch on this one, I wonder if you feel like you can take a day off... Huh."

Making a big stretch, the display projecting into the air closed, Junko fell asleep lying on the bed. I haven't slept a single night since last night, so I went straight to sleep.

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