Play with Mad Scientists!

Junko was in the lab at the base of the Bamboo Break, taking a tour of the manufacturing process of the Red Tormenters modification, while interacting with the Chemistry Squad of the Bamboo Break and discussing, but on the way out, he went to the reception room and watched a video that was true and two.

"Hmm, I haven't been able to get a very good picture, but I was wondering if I could figure out the least amount of power."

Junko seems satisfied while rewinding the video shown on the holographic display over and over again. I had just reviewed the footage sent to me over and over again.

"It doesn't seem to be materialized, and it's not very powerful, is it?

True says he was watching footage over Junko's shoulder.

"I guess the only reason the materialization is thin is because it's not night, like a dark atmosphere place. If it bothered him, it would make him more physical, and his depletion would be intense."

Something like a white tweezer watches footage of around ten men with guns and standing around six battle creatures and analyzing them with one hand in a teacup.

"Is it enough for people with weak mental abilities even when materialization is thin? There are so many suddenly appearing in front of me after it's hard to see, and this one might be more troublesome for the hard part to avoid."

"Bowman, I think that's the great thing about you. Maybe I can apply a lot of other things. I need more data for now, right? And..."

Drink up the cup of tea and pour fresh tea from the teapot.

"This isn't funny at all. True, you have to stir me up. Come on."

Place the sugar in the cup and smile at the pure child while stirring with a teaspoon.

"You said you were going to another factory. I'm going there to see you. Most people with paranormal powers don't overconfidently try to train the living, but these guys don't seem to be."

"By now, Zuo and the others are at a loss. Maybe he'll ask us to help him, and you don't have to come. You should sell him in as a helper from here and play with Mika and the others."

I don't mean to please you, though.

I told Junko, who bears an innocent grin and urges him, that the truth remained faceless.

Experimental rats move around anxiously in a transparent case. As if you are feeling destined to descend on yourself from now on.

From the tube on the case, invisible it slowly enters the case and also into the body of the rat.

Rats suffer. Red dots float up on the blocked white hair, and countless little red eczemas swell up all over the rat's body.

"Did that woman die like this rat, too?

Persimmon swamp was laughing thinly as she watched how it was.

"If you're human, you don't die as quickly as a rat. The strength of diffusion is sold, but you've weakened your killing power for that matter. This is the prototype stage. It'll still take a few days to complete."

Next to it, Fukuda laughs and explains the edge of her mouth with a slight and enjoyable smile. The two of them were New Red's development lab, a new weapon that further improved the Red Tormenters modification.

"I was just holding you at play and you were in tune. I wanted to watch you die, but I just got busy working."

That's when I spread the distorted grin and Persimmon Swamp said it seemed creepy, a collection comes inside the lab. The grin that was on Persimmon's face disappears by dramatic.

"Duh, what's up?

Seeing the face of the angry boss, Persimmon Marsh wolves almost conditionally reflexively wondering if he had hemmed again.

"One of the factories was crushed again. Besides, it's not just the moon, it's a hell of a big guy with it."

Abominably throw up and throw away the collection.

"They are two men, Amano Bow Man and 400,000 Hawk Hiko, said to be legendary revolutionaries. Why do they make us look like enemies?

Zao shouts with a curse at the catastrophe that continues to descend.

"According to what I heard, the two men were in the Civil War of the Republic of Banara until the other day, shouldering the Novam National Liberation Army. We were good at banara government forces, and we were working on prolonging the civil war, so isn't that relevant?

Persimmon swamp speculation had hit, but Zuo shook his neck to the side.

"That would be what every death merchant does. What makes you think we're the only enemies? It's not normal for you to come and crush even the arms-manufacturing organization behind the country."

At the point of proclaiming himself a righteous ally, I knew that a person named Bowman Amano was not normal, but nevertheless unreasonable, it seems to Zao.

"When infected with my artwork, it's already a miserable way to die. If he killed one of his people, he might even point a grudge spear at us. Pfft."

Zuo amplifies his frustration even further to Fukuda, who proudly speaks and leaks laughter.

"We are indeed the first organization to have used full-scale BC weapons as commodities and flown them to wartime countries. I don't observe international laws prohibiting biological weapons anywhere now, but the fact that arms smuggling organizations manufacture and sell BC weapons has never been a taboo before."

It would be the Banara government that would be beaten in international public opinion, but it did not consider at all the possibility that their organization, which stood in the way of sales, would be sanctioned by the ICPO, etc.

At that time, it also had a formula that could be done with Conne and bribes, but it goes too far beyond predictions, such as a revolutionary burning in justice trying to crush the organization.

"Did Mika Tsukinawa also get driven by such proselytism, or was he asked by someone who was driven by proselytism - you mean...?

Even now, Zao was beginning to be caught in regret, considering that the original developer, Junko Yukioka, would not have issued an OK sign for the development and sale of such a noisy weapon.

"If there's a legendary revolutionary over there, is there a hand in asking a legendary Mad Scientist over here? Whatever you say."

Zuo says in an ironic tone.

"Would you like me to call you here?

To casual persimmon marsh words, Fukuda changes her complexion and Zao reveals more and more anger.

"This is a lab doing research on New Red, but you want me to put an outside person in there?

"Ah... right. The Red Tormenters are ripping off the data, so I was wondering if this one would be good."

Kamamara makes a hasty excuse to stare.

"That's to get you in a good mood for Junko Yukioka."

Deeply sighing at his men's stupidity, Zao headed to the lab where he thought he had Junko.

Along the way, I truly come across Junko in the hallway.

"Hmm, where did you go? Zo, you look scared."

You know what I mean.

Junko asking and a pompous grunt true.

"You know what?

Zo responds to true words.

"If it's true."

Junko swells her cheeks with a true face.

"Do you know what happened? You know what I'm talking about, but you're asking me on purpose? Ho... you wanted me to say it out of my mouth on purpose"

Zuo, who was crunchy, was in the mood to say as much as one of his dislikes. Despite being the person I'm going to rely on, I couldn't contain it. And after I say it, I'm ashamed of my breadth and immaturity.

"Well, if I had watched" Frozen Sun "in one hassle, there would have been talk that one of the factories for breaking bamboo had been crushed."

A frozen sun is one of the information organizations in the back street. We have a site that provides real-time information for backstreets, and the site name is also Frozen Sun. Because the speed of information on incidents in Euthanasia is the best, all residents of the back streets in Euthanasia are browsing.

"Ho ho, knowing but purposefully asking is mean, you are"

"But you want to help such a mean kid, don't you?

Now I joke and say it at my leisure, and Junko jokes and gives it back with his voice.

Knowing that Junko had spotted what he had come to do, Zao deduces that this Mad Scientist is often relied upon by someone to immediately perceive such signs.

"Whether it's the moon or Amano, it's a handy opponent for a middle-sized organization like ours. There's a way to hire a good killer with money, but right on the side, remember those two had enough major names not to take a pull. Based on that reaction, can you take it on?

"Yeah, yeah. He's staying and letting me look at the research, and I have no reason to say no. Then play, True. Come on."

Zuo's gaze pours true. This little beautiful boy, who is always beside Junko, says he is one of the top killers in the back street. I can snort if it's a biological weapon made of Junko Suzuoka, but he looks like a child nonetheless, so it doesn't look like that at all, and it's hard to believe.

True big eyes take Zuo's gaze.

The gaze fits, and Zuo has noticed.

It is said that the name of Junko Suzuoka's murder doll was always derived from something like a faceless, emotionless killing machine, but there is certainly a light of will in his black eyes. On the contrary, he also seemed to have terribly clear eyes, unlike the inhabitants of this world.

"Hmm? I'm staring at you with a hot gaze, but Zo, maybe I care about you?

"No, not like that..."

Junko teases me with his face and rushes off his gaze from the truth.

"So, where do I go?

The truth asks with no expression.

"They're headed to the Red Tormentor refinery. I'm wondering if we can make it now..."

"Okay. I'll be right there."

"Let's arrange a car here"

Zuo walks out and truly follows it.

"In addition to nearly twenty constituents, there were Battle Creatures in the factory they had just raided. It crushed me without even just the three of us. You're like a movie hero."

While Zao walks, he speaks toward the truth behind him.

"If Junko Yukioka's murder doll is as rumored, you can do the same unrealistic thing, right?

I didn't ask sarcastically. Zao himself wanted reassurance and expected a comfortable response.

"It's not realistic. Only the strong kicked the weak. Realistic story."

True in a light way of speaking, but I don't feel strange, unpleasant or cold.

"No, you can't do it with a normal person, or there won't be any talk of that kind of movie or comic book"

"You say the facts are stranger than the novel. Especially since the back streets are a world of everything, I don't think the beacon of imagination can be overstretched, no matter how stretched."

"Hmm."

At first I had the impression that she was silent, but Zo thought she was a child who spoke unexpectedly well. I looked like I wasn't even a tasteless kid, like the look I lacked in facial expression changes, even from the words that came back.