Play with Mad Scientists!

"Fuck you!

Back at home, Okumura, when she entered her room, slammed her back on the floor and yelled in an angry shape.

The daytime show sucked. Rin Kishibe will abandon the battle early, Junko Yukioka and the others will be on their way home for some reason. So, the front seat alone is over, and it's very exciting.

Guest reactions suck, too, booming and a storm of irony. I haven't heard from the top executives who are still bosses, but I'm pretty sure they'll be reprimanded. Worst of all, there can be punishment.

(Do you want to play with those guys for now and clear the Usa)

Take off your shirt, get naked on your torso, and press the button on the ext.

Okumura had about five girls at home who had purchased more from abroad for human trafficking, and they were stuck with them except on days when they bought a woman outside without going home.

I called two of them, and I tried to remember this anger more violently than usual.

"What? Why are you all here?"

Okumura wonders that all five girls at home visited the room at the same time. The girls are all in their early teens, not Japanese. There are even people around the age of ten who think.

Okumura quickly realized that their eyes were different. There is usually a clear hostility in the eyes that are frightened or like dead fish, and besides, it is directed towards Okumura.

"What, you guys, what..."

Okumura, pressured and lagged behind by hostility directed at him more simultaneously than the five girls.

A change happened to one of the girls. My mouth rips wide open and I peel out my sharp, pointed fangs. The girl jumps with amazement at Okumura and a girl's fangs stick out on Okumura's shoulder.

"Whoa!? Whoa! Whoa!

Okumura screams in a tall voice and desperately hits the girl.

Yet another girl penetrated and her fingers, which changed to the shape of a roach sickle, beveled Okumura's face. One eye is crushed and blood scatters violently from his face.

Each of the other three has also undergone transformation into alien form. Okumura falls and crawls to the throwaway shirt, reaching for the mounted holster. Pierce the hand of Okumura with the hand that one of the girls changed like a sword, and connect it to the floor.

Fear of death brings sickles within Okumura. Collapsed reality. Sudden reversal of position from the abusive side to the abusive side. Nightmare-like reality. Doubts, plenty of fear and confusion swirl within Okumura.

"Is that it? You've been missed a long time."

I heard a familiar bouncing voice, and Okumura turned toward the door of the room and there was someone there as expected.

"Oh, your wrinkles, your wrinkles."

Junko giggles at Okumura, who doesn't have much of a lullaby of anger and confusion.

"I'm here to apologize for the noon. Hey. Oh, don't worry about these kids because they're just services."

"What's the service? Ahhh!

Okumura screams so loudly that she has never spoken any louder in her life.

"Oh, you don't want -? You didn't like it, which means you don't need it, right? Then I'll take it. I'll return you to your hometown responsibly. Well, with that kind of promise, I got these kids to take the pills I made. I got your husband's permission, and, yeah, that makes sense, doesn't it? There's nothing wrong with that."

Junko takes the liberty of proceeding to convince herself as she crawls and looks forward to enjoying the angry-headed Okumura.

"What are you doing here! What do you want! What are you trying to do!

"Hey, you guys, stay out of your seats for a while."

Junko urges me, and the five girls leave the room. Okumura rises and towels down the wound on her face, staring at Junko with one remaining eye.

"I talked to Mr. Leonard. The show wasn't good today, and I was hoping to get Okumura herself to work hard to make it more exciting next time."

and Junko, who takes a jar of capsules out of his nostalgia and shows it to Okumura.

"This is an awesome medicine that can easily be powered by the power of non-human organisms without having to undergo remodeling surgery or anything. It's roughly the same series as the ones the kids are drinking today, but this one works much better. It's a delicacy that has been made after many people have cooperated as an experimental bench. It's disposable because the side effects are terrible, and I'm afraid I can't make it into a product. So, drink this and ask Okumura-san to fight as a combat officer."

"Hey, why should I do that!

That's either a slave bought from a trafficker or a subordinate. It can't be the rationale that I have to do for my position as branch manager.

"Um, Mr. Leonard and I already have a nashi, and it's a decision, huh? With all the responsibility that brought the show down today. Yeah, it fits the point, huh? I was wondering if Mr. Leonard would contact me any time soon."

When Junko said that, the phone rang really well in time.

'Yes, I, Dace. I think Miss Snow Oka is there, Mass, and I think I've already heard Mass, but that's the kind of thing that makes me try so hard.'

Okumura is stunned by the words he picked up the phone and told his boss's top executive in a mild tone.

(He said it had a nashi on it or something, but he's stuck behind these guys for a second? No, that's what you're talking about. You think you've already heard the call at this time or something...)

I don't care what you think, that's what happens. Okumura's hand holding the phone trembles with anger.

"He said that was my fault! How do you tell me to follow Shoreline and Yukioka giving up the fight on their own!

'I know that, Mars. I'm going to give you a chance too, Death. If Miss Yukioka is here, I have something for you, Desho? A drug-like day that can easily be transformed into a monster just by drinking it. Drink that and cheer up the show. I work hard as one of the actors. I'm saying Nasai, Death. So the failure is written off, Mass. No, I'm the understandable, compassionate boss, Hornt Good Deathner'

Ordered to have the same content as what Junko told him, Okumura dramatically changed into something pale with a face that had been red until then, less angry and desperate.

"You should give the Seventh Branch members the same medicine and let them take it, Death. The guys in our organization turn into Phantoms one after the other to fight against Miss Yukioka's heroic mouse. Oh-ooh, a really good performance Death. '

"What do you think you are, Branch Seven! No, the other branches are being destroyed by this woman!

In the past, the battle between other branches of the tissue and mice released as assassins by Junko Yukioka has all been regarded as a spectacle and moistened the tissue, but at the same time it bears the painful burden of several branches being devastated.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about Death, do you? It is the recognition death of the organization that all branches are disposable and changeable and are only actors in a show named Junko Yukioka's protest. When it's devastated, you just need to hire new people again, and it won't hurt you much. Take enough money, Mass. No matter how many constituents are screwed, that's fine if our top executives moisten it, Death. That's the kind of organization we have here, Death. Hi. '

"Heh, heh, heh, heh!

To much irrationality and tyranny, Okumura had forgotten her position and yelled at her.

'You're the one who's kidding, Death. Maska thinks how much damage has been done due to the failure of today's show. The credibility of the organization was also greatly compromised and better. Yeah, the next show's gonna be a proper apology out of your mouth. It's K, Cy. Here's what Death said then.' To take responsibility for the failure of the show the other day, I'll risk my life to make this show work, 'said Death, who takes that pill and turns into a Phantom after saying so. I'm sure it's exhilarating, Mars. Then that's why good drugs. Oh, I know you dragged with your current good luck. Limacita? Dehadeha ~'

When told in a relaxed tone, the top executives hung up. Okumura drops the phone, kneels down, opens her mouth and looks up at the ceiling.

"Well, here I am."

Put the medicine bottle in front of Okumura and Junko leaves the room. Okumura was less than utterly unresponsive to despair as she looked up at the void.

"I wonder if it's okay tomorrow to go and discover it for Rin. I'm also interested in how much that kid has grown in the last two years, and because of that, I'd like to see it. After all."

Junko whines with pleasure as he walks down the hall.

There comes the five girls earlier.

"You don't have to worry because I'll give you a proper return to your country. Because it's not that much, but I'll give you a penny. Five million yen each, okay?

Junko greets and tells the anxious looking girls with a bright smile.

"Five million yen or something. That's a lie, right? Maybe we'll be fooled and sold again..."

One of the girls says with an increasingly anxious face, anxiety propagates to the other girls as well.

"Mm-hmm. I'm still rich. Build your own brand of weapons, weapons and chemicals called the Yukioka brand, and make money selling them to merchants of death around the world. So never mind."

Junko says in a gentle tone to remove the girl's anxiety.

"Aliga and Osamus. But how could you be such a kind Nishi Teclerdes?

Another girl asks in one word Japanese.

"If anyone is in trouble or suffering, isn't it Hutu who can help you? I'm also fuzzy, so help me. It's no wonder."

That's what Junko said, stroking the girl's head and letting a rampant grin stick to her full face.