Play with Mad Scientists!
In the middle of the day, under the heavens, the raiders appeared.
Kenzo Kenzo was originally a nominal resident, but he would have been quite qualitative. Ever since I joined the murder club, I was doing a difficult commissioned murder on my own, accumulating murder experience, and at the moment I was up to Membership Level 20.
He has also done quite a few fights and has been modified four times to have four abilities. Yeah, I don't feel like losing.
But Kensuke's mentality had not changed so much from the front street. I've never survived fighting anyone stronger than myself, and I've never been in a crisis situation. I have repeatedly relied on my supernatural abilities to unilaterally frame me and the favorable circumstances under which I can launch a pre-emptive attack. Murder experience accumulates, and the number of fights is high. But his own experience is scarce. I can't say I have a lot of combat experience.
Because of such Kensuke, the sense of crisis is dull. But even then, instinctively, he felt dangerous looking at the person who showed up.
A musculoskeletal giant over two metres tall. Dark hair with rear hair stretched to shoulders, skin color close to yellow race, but obviously not Japanese. The face itself is caucasian, but there is a mixture of Mongoloid and Caucasoid. He is stretching his moustache and jawbeard and looking down at Kensuke with his giraffed eyes.
"Ha, have you come early? Superior."
Looking up at the giant man, Kensuke shudders.
(This one just got to level 20. He's got four abilities. I'll remind you of the power of the Murder Club)
Kensuke increases his temper and willingness to kill. I did feel fear, but my admiration as a murder club member clouded Kensuke's intuition.
Kensuke takes his usual gains out of his pocket and drops them to the ground.
It was a ball of water that dropped it. Jump big the moment you fall, and if you repeat an unnatural bounce, jump around.
When I jumped four times, the number of balls suddenly increased. From a ball of water, four balls appear, yellow, pink, green and blue, bouncing around again.
"Hmm."
The giant assassin doesn't try to move, he sees the ball bouncing around and roars small.
It then disappears while the water and yellow balls are bouncing. But when the three remaining balls bounce several times, the colorful balls multiply to more than ten at once.
An increased number of balls at once head to the giant as they bounce.
(Are you sparing me? I don't even try to get involved. It's hard to get rid of him even if you want to)
Kensuke calls this ability a random ball. One sixth chance of jumping from second to sixth, the ball grows only the number of times it has jumped. But while you're jumping from fourth to eighth, there's a one-fifth chance that the ball will disappear. The eighth time will always disappear. That repetition all the way until you disarm the ability. If it gets bad luck and zero, it will start over, and for that matter, Kensuke will also drain his health. But I've never lost all my balls since I started growing.
Colorful balls head for the giant as they bounce around and grow.
The moment it hits the giant man's chest, the ball can play and disappear.
Fucking laughing sword assistant. If the ball is hit, the target is damaged in a variety of ways, depending on the color of the ball, including burns, bleeding, corrosion, high voltage high current, melting, freezing, blowing, drying, curing, etc. Depending on the area hit and the effect, a single shot can also result in fatal injury.
However, no change was seen in the body of the giant, and it was flat.
"Huh...?
Kensuke is taken aback.
The ball hits one after the other. But the giant still hasn't changed.
"You're old enough to play ball."
A little japanese is spoken from the mouth of a giant man.
With a slow foothold, the giant head towards Kensuke. Kensuke is driven by a stronger fear than earlier.
(but... smaller than the fear I felt last night)
Reminds me of a beautiful girl featuring wavy, soft looking fluffy hair, and Kensuke laughs invincibly, activating different abilities.
Before Kensuke, cards of cards dance and dance. If thirteen cards of the same pattern are stretched at the same time, the ability to trap the opponent in planar space to seal the movement. Quite physically and mentally drained, but after being trapped in a planar space, I can cook with no regard.
A giant man whose card flies in and snaps at his body, but walks unintentionally.
"What?"
Despite the fact that thirteen identical patterns were aligned and stuck together, there will be no change. Kensuke doubted my eyes.
(to this guy... is it also the ability to prevent something? or deactivate......)
At this point I finally get to the idea.
"You're that one. It would be the ability of the shark system to have a direct effect on the target when the so-called conditions are met. Anyway, it doesn't work in real life."
Throwing a pitiful gaze at Kensuke, the giant man told him.
"If the power of the framers is strong, it works. But if the opponent's resistance is better than that, that's the story. Paranormal powers and doings are also only built on laws that have not been scientifically elucidated. I can resist such shark-based abilities in a mood. Therefore, he is hired as a killer specializing in psychic powers and is called: Paranormal killer Ondrei Masalik. When I went to hell, I taught him how easy it was to be friends with the guys I killed. Kind, isn't it?
In addition to finishing his introduction, the giant killer - Ondrei Masalik - pulled out his gun and pointed it at Kensuke's head.
"Hey, are you willing to be killed irresistibly? Have you given up yet?
Ondrei asks Kensuke, who is trembling without trying to escape or resist.
"Is this the murder club? That's rubbish."
Ondrey spit, along with a grunt mixed with discouragement and scorn.
Kensuke was still laughing, trembling at the fear of death. There is no way to help yourself anymore. Now that you've been stuck with a gun at this distance, and you've consumed quite a bit of health, you can't escape. I have no way to escape. So I just have to laugh.
But there's another reason to laugh.
"What's scarier than you... I'm in a murder club..."
I remember that adorable Yurufuwa beautiful girl, who gave herself fear last night, and Kensuke laughed. If she's relative to the man in front of her, believe me, she'll shoot me the other way around.
Ondrey pulls the trigger.
(This guy, he didn't just lose, he seemed to believe the words he uttered at the end. Looking forward to it)
As he hears the siren ring, Ondrey spills a smile and leaves the scene early.
In fact, when Ondrei was still rushing out, there were times when he was active for a long time in Japan. He is also fluent in Japanese for this reason and hasn't come back to Japan in about seven years.
"Hmm. An outsider."
Glimpse of the white killer in front of you, the lyszme squeaks. The transformation is already over.
A skinny white killer who saw the eccentric outfit of a heroic mouse and cut his blonde hair short was clearly mocking and underestimating. I couldn't even spot the battle power difference between my opponent and myself.
"Rice Pier!"
Countless grains of rice are released in a straight line. I also feel more like a beam than a spear (spear), but I have no choice for word-butt alignment.
The killer was surprised to avoid this attack.
"Hmm. Sounds like we can do a little, but how about this? Rice Punking!"
When I wondered if a considerable amount of rice had been released, it solidified into one directly beside the killer and formed into a hand huge enough to cover up the human race.
"Bubura!
A giant hand made of rice strikes suddenly and strikes a binta. A man is blown up, crashes into a street light that was nearby and falls on his back to the ground.
The rice hand pursued further, with the man falling on the ground. He made a flashy noise with Bachi Bachi, beating him again and again relentlessly, and eventually the man's body spasmed. On the palm of the rice, red blood sticks.
"Weak. Too weak. You're a baking party that hasn't eaten rice properly, are you? That's why he's so weak."
Having lightly returned the killer, the lyszme threw up and left the scene loosely, dressed as a hero.
Ryuji and Akiichi left Ajito and were raided on their way to Akiichi's house.
The target is a man of shallow black skin, of Southeast Asian descent, no matter what he thinks. I'm not sure if I'm in my twenties or thirties, but I don't think I'm so middle-aged. He was a short, but sharp, eye-catcher and the owner of a fluttering facade.
While receiving a sharpened kill, neither Akiichi nor Ryujiro deal with it without any agitation.
"To the devil... but yes"
As Ryujiro muttered as he cut off his own hand with a knife, his hostility suddenly disappeared from the man who had set up the knife and was still about to attack him.
"Do you understand Japanese -?
"Bad talk, Dakedwacal."
To Ryujiro's question, the man answers in one word Japanese.
"You were hired by a formalin-pickled president, weren't you? Don't you know anyone else you hired?
"Listen Itehirga, Chilanai. Today Kara - Killed Seto Word Wareta"
The man answers Ryujiro's question honestly.
"The power to subjugate your opponent?
sharp ichi asks.
"No, I'm not. I just forced him to settle that it was hostile. If this one shows any will to attack, it will go right back to normal. And the duration is pretty short."
While Ryujiro is talking, the man's eyes return to their original sharp and he also understands that he was being manipulated, jumping toward the two of them.
Sharp Ichi waves his arm. It was already locked on, so the innumerable crushes of transparency poured down on the man, who stopped on his feet, bewildered by the invisible attack.
"To the devil... but yes"
An electric shock comes from the tip of Ryujiro's hand, which he blankets forward and strikes directly at the man.
Once more there, transparent crushing pours down.
Dragon Jiro approaches Unmade to a man who has completely stopped moving.
"To the devil... but yes"
A wave of sword appears in Ryujiro's hand. I stabbed the sword in the man's neck without hesitation.
"It would be superfluous at the end. Your abilities are limited, but don't do anything extra."
"It's not extra. It's for the refreshment of taking people's lives directly. I take my life through my sword.
It conveys a feeling, a sense of life-extinguishing, and the cells of the whole body are shaking with joy. "
In response to Sharp Ichi's point, Ryujiro replied so with a refreshing smile.
After gently evacuating the raiders, the two boarded a taxi. At first, I planned to go by train, but considering that I had been attacked in a grand way all day, I decided it would be troublesome to be raided again in a crowded area and turned it into a taxi.
"If you look at the homicide club hunting site, you're exposed to corpses, which is considerably more than in the morning."
Peek into the display and whisper sharply in your face so that the driver doesn't hear you.
"I've seen how the other members of the murder club are doing, but there are quite a few reports that they've been attacked"
Sharp Ichi, who was spreading the display as well, said.
"It is today and at the same time - is it? As someone said earlier, you seem to be instructed to start today. Instead of raiding piecemeal day by day, striking once a day would work great."
"I wonder how they're locating it."
"We may also have some idea of our behavior patterns and where we are. There was plenty of time for a formalin-pickled president to find out. Then you might know what Ajito is today."
"So do you want to change Ajito?
"It's a hassle, and it's safer there than anywhere else, even if it's known, as long as the security features are in place."
To the sharp first question, Ryujiro answered with a smile.
Chapter 860: 860 3
Kenzo Kenzo was originally a nominal resident, but he would have been quite qualitative. Ever since I joined the murder club, I was doing a difficult commissioned murder on my own, accumulating murder experience, and at the moment I was up to Membership Level 20.
He has also done quite a few fights and has been modified four times to have four abilities. Yeah, I don't feel like losing.
But Kensuke's mentality had not changed so much from the front street. I've never survived fighting anyone stronger than myself, and I've never been in a crisis situation. I have repeatedly relied on my supernatural abilities to unilaterally frame me and the favorable circumstances under which I can launch a pre-emptive attack. Murder experience accumulates, and the number of fights is high. But his own experience is scarce. I can't say I have a lot of combat experience.
Because of such Kensuke, the sense of crisis is dull. But even then, instinctively, he felt dangerous looking at the person who showed up.
A musculoskeletal giant over two metres tall. Dark hair with rear hair stretched to shoulders, skin color close to yellow race, but obviously not Japanese. The face itself is caucasian, but there is a mixture of Mongoloid and Caucasoid. He is stretching his moustache and jawbeard and looking down at Kensuke with his giraffed eyes.
"Ha, have you come early? Superior."
Looking up at the giant man, Kensuke shudders.
(This one just got to level 20. He's got four abilities. I'll remind you of the power of the Murder Club)
Kensuke increases his temper and willingness to kill. I did feel fear, but my admiration as a murder club member clouded Kensuke's intuition.
Kensuke takes his usual gains out of his pocket and drops them to the ground.
It was a ball of water that dropped it. Jump big the moment you fall, and if you repeat an unnatural bounce, jump around.
When I jumped four times, the number of balls suddenly increased. From a ball of water, four balls appear, yellow, pink, green and blue, bouncing around again.
"Hmm."
The giant assassin doesn't try to move, he sees the ball bouncing around and roars small.
It then disappears while the water and yellow balls are bouncing. But when the three remaining balls bounce several times, the colorful balls multiply to more than ten at once.
An increased number of balls at once head to the giant as they bounce.
(Are you sparing me? I don't even try to get involved. It's hard to get rid of him even if you want to)
Kensuke calls this ability a random ball. One sixth chance of jumping from second to sixth, the ball grows only the number of times it has jumped. But while you're jumping from fourth to eighth, there's a one-fifth chance that the ball will disappear. The eighth time will always disappear. That repetition all the way until you disarm the ability. If it gets bad luck and zero, it will start over, and for that matter, Kensuke will also drain his health. But I've never lost all my balls since I started growing.
Colorful balls head for the giant as they bounce around and grow.
Fucking laughing sword assistant. If the ball is hit, the target is damaged in a variety of ways, depending on the color of the ball, including burns, bleeding, corrosion, high voltage high current, melting, freezing, blowing, drying, curing, etc. Depending on the area hit and the effect, a single shot can also result in fatal injury.
However, no change was seen in the body of the giant, and it was flat.
"Huh...?
Kensuke is taken aback.
The ball hits one after the other. But the giant still hasn't changed.
"You're old enough to play ball."
A little japanese is spoken from the mouth of a giant man.
With a slow foothold, the giant head towards Kensuke. Kensuke is driven by a stronger fear than earlier.
(but... smaller than the fear I felt last night)
Reminds me of a beautiful girl featuring wavy, soft looking fluffy hair, and Kensuke laughs invincibly, activating different abilities.
Before Kensuke, cards of cards dance and dance. If thirteen cards of the same pattern are stretched at the same time, the ability to trap the opponent in planar space to seal the movement. Quite physically and mentally drained, but after being trapped in a planar space, I can cook with no regard.
A giant man whose card flies in and snaps at his body, but walks unintentionally.
"What?"
Despite the fact that thirteen identical patterns were aligned and stuck together, there will be no change. Kensuke doubted my eyes.
(to this guy... is it also the ability to prevent something? or deactivate......)
At this point I finally get to the idea.
"You're that one. It would be the ability of the shark system to have a direct effect on the target when the so-called conditions are met. Anyway, it doesn't work in real life."
Throwing a pitiful gaze at Kensuke, the giant man told him.
"If the power of the framers is strong, it works. But if the opponent's resistance is better than that, that's the story. Paranormal powers and doings are also only built on laws that have not been scientifically elucidated. I can resist such shark-based abilities in a mood. Therefore, he is hired as a killer specializing in psychic powers and is called: Paranormal killer Ondrei Masalik. When I went to hell, I taught him how easy it was to be friends with the guys I killed. Kind, isn't it?
"Hey, are you willing to be killed irresistibly? Have you given up yet?
Ondrei asks Kensuke, who is trembling without trying to escape or resist.
"Is this the murder club? That's rubbish."
Ondrey spit, along with a grunt mixed with discouragement and scorn.
Kensuke was still laughing, trembling at the fear of death. There is no way to help yourself anymore. Now that you've been stuck with a gun at this distance, and you've consumed quite a bit of health, you can't escape. I have no way to escape. So I just have to laugh.
But there's another reason to laugh.
"What's scarier than you... I'm in a murder club..."
I remember that adorable Yurufuwa beautiful girl, who gave herself fear last night, and Kensuke laughed. If she's relative to the man in front of her, believe me, she'll shoot me the other way around.
Ondrey pulls the trigger.
(This guy, he didn't just lose, he seemed to believe the words he uttered at the end. Looking forward to it)
As he hears the siren ring, Ondrey spills a smile and leaves the scene early.
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(As always, this country is good. Back office people can live with stretches and feathers stretched out. Besides, the back society is full of vitality. Let me stay for a while. And I'm gonna blow my name off paranormal killer in this country too)In fact, when Ondrei was still rushing out, there were times when he was active for a long time in Japan. He is also fluent in Japanese for this reason and hasn't come back to Japan in about seven years.
"Hmm. An outsider."
Glimpse of the white killer in front of you, the lyszme squeaks. The transformation is already over.
A skinny white killer who saw the eccentric outfit of a heroic mouse and cut his blonde hair short was clearly mocking and underestimating. I couldn't even spot the battle power difference between my opponent and myself.
"Rice Pier!"
Countless grains of rice are released in a straight line. I also feel more like a beam than a spear (spear), but I have no choice for word-butt alignment.
The killer was surprised to avoid this attack.
When I wondered if a considerable amount of rice had been released, it solidified into one directly beside the killer and formed into a hand huge enough to cover up the human race.
"Bubura!
A giant hand made of rice strikes suddenly and strikes a binta. A man is blown up, crashes into a street light that was nearby and falls on his back to the ground.
The rice hand pursued further, with the man falling on the ground. He made a flashy noise with Bachi Bachi, beating him again and again relentlessly, and eventually the man's body spasmed. On the palm of the rice, red blood sticks.
"Weak. Too weak. You're a baking party that hasn't eaten rice properly, are you? That's why he's so weak."
Having lightly returned the killer, the lyszme threw up and left the scene loosely, dressed as a hero.
Ryuji and Akiichi left Ajito and were raided on their way to Akiichi's house.
The target is a man of shallow black skin, of Southeast Asian descent, no matter what he thinks. I'm not sure if I'm in my twenties or thirties, but I don't think I'm so middle-aged. He was a short, but sharp, eye-catcher and the owner of a fluttering facade.
While receiving a sharpened kill, neither Akiichi nor Ryujiro deal with it without any agitation.
"To the devil... but yes"
As Ryujiro muttered as he cut off his own hand with a knife, his hostility suddenly disappeared from the man who had set up the knife and was still about to attack him.
"Do you understand Japanese -?
"Bad talk, Dakedwacal."
To Ryujiro's question, the man answers in one word Japanese.
"You were hired by a formalin-pickled president, weren't you? Don't you know anyone else you hired?
"Listen Itehirga, Chilanai. Today Kara - Killed Seto Word Wareta"
The man answers Ryujiro's question honestly.
"The power to subjugate your opponent?
sharp ichi asks.
While Ryujiro is talking, the man's eyes return to their original sharp and he also understands that he was being manipulated, jumping toward the two of them.
Sharp Ichi waves his arm. It was already locked on, so the innumerable crushes of transparency poured down on the man, who stopped on his feet, bewildered by the invisible attack.
"To the devil... but yes"
An electric shock comes from the tip of Ryujiro's hand, which he blankets forward and strikes directly at the man.
Once more there, transparent crushing pours down.
Dragon Jiro approaches Unmade to a man who has completely stopped moving.
"To the devil... but yes"
A wave of sword appears in Ryujiro's hand. I stabbed the sword in the man's neck without hesitation.
"It would be superfluous at the end. Your abilities are limited, but don't do anything extra."
"It's not extra. It's for the refreshment of taking people's lives directly. I take my life through my sword.
It conveys a feeling, a sense of life-extinguishing, and the cells of the whole body are shaking with joy. "
In response to Sharp Ichi's point, Ryujiro replied so with a refreshing smile.
After gently evacuating the raiders, the two boarded a taxi. At first, I planned to go by train, but considering that I had been attacked in a grand way all day, I decided it would be troublesome to be raided again in a crowded area and turned it into a taxi.
"If you look at the homicide club hunting site, you're exposed to corpses, which is considerably more than in the morning."
Peek into the display and whisper sharply in your face so that the driver doesn't hear you.
"I've seen how the other members of the murder club are doing, but there are quite a few reports that they've been attacked"
Sharp Ichi, who was spreading the display as well, said.
"It is today and at the same time - is it? As someone said earlier, you seem to be instructed to start today. Instead of raiding piecemeal day by day, striking once a day would work great."
"I wonder how they're locating it."
"So do you want to change Ajito?
"It's a hassle, and it's safer there than anywhere else, even if it's known, as long as the security features are in place."
To the sharp first question, Ryujiro answered with a smile.
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