Play with Mad Scientists!

Even within Tokyo, Anura City merged all of Nishitama County in Tokyo with some municipalities in the Nantama group, accounting for more than 30% of Tokyo if the area alone, but its area ratio is mostly mountainous.

Euthanasia City is one of the dark designated cities. There are countless backstreet organizations asides and facilities in various parts of the city. Even behind the mountains and in the woods.

There are various theories as to why such a merger was made, and not a densely populated urban center, but rather a dark-designated city in the countryside. However, the theory that gathering rogues in places shifted from Tokyo Metropolitan Area is more convenient for the management side is powerful. It is thus the human pillar of Tokyo Metropolitan Area. There are also reasons why it helps to gather populations in local cities.

The home of the bamboo relaxation was in the back of the mountainous area.

In the woods, at the end of a narrow road where only one car can pass, an old factory. The average person won't know what they're making in their eyes for a second. In the first place, it's a place where people rarely go by.

"There was no one at the back door!

Mika, who was on single reconnaissance, came back and told him. There is no lookout at the entrance either. The bowmen wonder how unpopular it is by the time it is unnatural.

"Does that mean I'm waiting inside? Do you have any idea what their information is?

A bowman asking toward the truth, with his hands on his glasses.

"All the constituents who were at the factory yesterday should be gathered at this base. You can look at it as concentrating your power."

True answers.

"That's what happened - we can judge, too, huh?

Truly unresponsive to the shivering eagle hiko, he walks alone into the factory.

"Yes? Am I mad at you?

Follow the true aftermath, eagle hiccup with a snarl of laughter.

"I'm not mad at you."

True to set up shotguns and submachine guns while walking.

True, Eagle Hiko, Mika and Bowman go into the building in order and walk away. The exterior is old and not very pretty, but the walls and floors are new inside and well cleaned.

"I mean, you always look so boring even though you look cute because of your bowman preference. If it's a little more loving."

Eagle Hiko persists in teasing the truth of walking forward.

"Hawkeyok, come on, or I'll be angrier."

There were signs of true misunderstanding, and the bowman was fed up with the persistence of the story.

"Don't touch him on the faceless thing! Seems like everyone's telling me it's a trauma for the truth!

Mika said it with a nuance covering the truth, but it was received like she said something extra that she didn't have to say from the truth.

"This happened precisely because of trauma, and it's not always traumatic to be heartless. And I don't have any affection, but I don't mean no affection. I just feel bad about putting my emotions on the table."

And, true.

"Child abuse, that sort of thing."

True legs stop at the bowman's casual words.

"You know exactly what I mean."

"It's also a common case of poor emotional expression."

Shortly after the bowman said it, True shot the shotgun.

"Hmm..."

A bowman who sees how true he is and leaks his exclamation. The murderous truth in yesterday's battle is that it is fuelling murder by the time it is vicious and shooting guns all over the place to keep standing.

In an unshielded passage, more than ten broken bamboo relaxing constituents waited neatly in front of the passage just looking at it. One death after another by true shooting, but soon another new enemy comes out boiling from behind.

"This is disgusting! Seriously, die!

Eagle-hiko fleeing at first sight. Even if the outlet allows you to anticipate the ballistics of a bullet, in a laid out arrangement ready to sacrifice in a narrow passage, it is quickly made into a hive.

No, Hawk Hiko already had one shot, two bowmen, and a bullet in his body. I was lucky to be prevented by all the bulletproof fiber.

"Soul blind spot! Ando, late payment for bad luck!

Mika crouched at the wall screams and responds without running away.

True, he was moving to sew the gap between bullets and bullets on his own, exposed to the barrage that rained and poured without gaps in a passage where there was no place to hide.

The timing of the bullets being fired, the ballistics, is truly all visible. I can read it. I get it. Information from the eyes, the brain and even the sixth sense of how to move in response immediately transmits it to the whole body, making the body move naturally.

The specific gravity of the prefetch is more dependent on the survey than on the visual. I can avoid it to some extent, even if I'm meditating on my eyes if I care about it.

"It's over."

True grunts where the two bowmen and Hawk Hiko fled rather far, but the only voice that arrived was Mika, who was struggling without fleeing.

"Mmm... boulders"

Look at the truth that survived in the rain of the bullet, roaring Mika.

Mika had not received a single bullet in her body. Truth is, I've had two shots in my arm and leg and bled out of my arm, but it looks like a scratch.

"Come on, you knocked that one down without running, you guys"

Hawk hiko wraps his tongue around when he sees a pile of bodies folding at the end of the aisle.

"I used about two destiny manipulations, but this guy was biological and almost involved!

Mika proudly says she has no heart.

"That's a lot of monsters. Are you sure you're alive?

More than praise or amazement, Eagle Hiko gets stunned.

"It's biological. I'm not even remodeled, and I don't have any supernatural powers. It's not growing, but not with these guys. I'm not very nervous either. I can't enjoy the exchange of my life until I have a stronger fear of death."

"Ha, are you a common combat maniac? I've seen a lot of people like you, and I live in a world like this myself, so I don't know what it's like."

Hearing the true words, the bowman thought he was just like himself. In the end, the archer is also in this world for a great reason because he wants to enjoy the thrill between death and life.

From the truth, there was a difference in the bowman's words. It's not meant to be a combat maniac. I consider it natural.

"I don't think it's unnatural. Because it would be a natural instinct in all living things."

"Are you the type of person who thinks that life is not meant to make you live forever, but something that burns you down? I'm like that, too."

In contrast, the words the bowman uttered were another substitute for what he truly thought.

"I don't want to die like that. I'm definitely going to survive."

Quietly, but clearly in a determined tone, the truth leads again and moves on to the back.

"It doesn't matter if you're an older revolutionary who lets young kids go first and follow you to shit later. This."

The bowman shrugged as he formed at the rear of the line.

"Muddy... I don't know what you mean... Yukioka-kun"

In the form of Makoto Aizawa joining hands with Bowman Amano and Mika Tsukinawa, Fukuda roars after coming aboard this Ajito and murdering the remaining constituents.

"As you asked, I betrayed you. True you took me. Well, it's the usual, and I don't care."

Junko looks the same as usual, with an innocent smile, and returns so in a mild tone.

"What should I do...... In addition to the three examples, we can't beat the idea of turning to our enemies until Makoto Aizawa."

With a troubled face, the chief of security asks Junko for instructions.

"I think you can run, but the purpose of those kids is to crush the very break of the BC weapon, so even if you run, they could find you and kill you."

"So we have to fight..."

"I think we should concentrate our forces without dispersing them. Thoroughly make sure they don't kill you rather than kill you, and buy you as much time as you can. We'll finish this in the meantime. Well, if you see it doesn't work, why don't you just surrender or run? Regardless of the Revolutionary Son, I think you and Mika would forgive me."

Junko gives a glimpse into the persimmon swamp, restrained on the table and transformed into a disfigured figure, while giving instructions.

"Okay. Best regards,"

The chief of security nodded with a gloomy face and left the lab.

"Aren't you not going to make it? Neither the EEG nor the heart rate is stable. With the side effects of dosing, you can also see abnormalities in the cells. Put it into battle now…"

One of the researchers reports with anxiety. I'm talking about persimmon swamp with modified surgery. As a trump card, I planned to put it in the bowmen, but it was clearly not adjustable. I could have predicted the immediate collapse of body tissue where I was forced to fight.

"Hmm, about enough or so, I think it should be. To the extent that we can fight once, we can split the rest between disposables. Just be able to move for now."

The researchers breathe into Junko, who spreads his uncontrolled lovable grin in full and tells him of his ruthlessness, but some are followed and spill a grin in the vicious and outrageous way until Junko's clearness.

Immediately after that, the tragedy happened.

Fukuda is pierced through his right chest by a tube stretched from Kamauma's body and falls more and more.

"The anesthesia is out!

One of the researchers screams with a pulled look.

Pull off the restraint and persimmon swamp slowly rises. Countless tubes with metal spheres at their tips twist like tentacles, slowly searching for the next prey.

"Evacuation! Run!"

The researchers pale in the rebellion of the toys they were molesting and try to escape the lab in a desperate shape. Persimmon Marsh had just woken up, seemed dull in consciousness and movement, and all he could do was immediately follow the escaping researchers.

"You don't seem to listen to me, it's dangerous to make something like that!

A researcher whose hips fall out and cannot escape summons as if to condemn Junko.

"Hmm, I can make you hear me. That was a bit of a sudden development. haha."

Junko takes the coffee cup he left on the table while sitting down and shows off his lack of crisis.

"How dare you... turn me into such a monster..."

Kamamara groans hatefully at Junko, who sips coffee softly.

"Uh? I think it's cool. Nah. I didn't like it, did I?

The skin all over the body turns yellow, a total of ten long tube-like stretches from the left and right armpits, a silver sphere is attached at the end of the tube, the head becomes a persimmon big enough to hold even with its own hands, and the appearance of the original persimmon's face floating up in its angry shape on the front of that persimmon. Look closely at such persimmon swamp, Junko with a strange look on his face.

"Yeah, it's cool to see it again and again. What don't you like? Oh, I figured I should put a persimmon heta on my groin and rotate it propeller-like? Fukuda and the others told me not to do it because it was nasty."

"Huh... I don't know. Ahhhhhhh!

Raise the roar of anger, spread your hands wide, and stretch five black tubes under your armpits.

The telescopic tube stretched at an unstoppable speed in his eyes to pierce his body, but Junko rolled laterally off the chair with a grin sticking in his face to deflect the attack.

"Speaking of which, if I killed True you, they would have thought there was no one to protect me."

On his way up, Junko projects a holographic display into the universe. A Phantomized persimmon swamp figure is shown inside the display, and Junko touches that head area with his fingers.

Persimmon swamp motion stopped. Hatred and anger instantly disappeared, and Persimmon Marsh had lost his will.

"I'm the one who taught True you how to fight. On what basis did you think I couldn't fight? What..."

After muttering, Junko realizes that Fukuda had fallen as she rammed into the blood buildup.

"Sorry about that. I forgot."

Junko crouches and begins to cuddle with Fukuda's head on his lap without showing him how bad it was at all. Clearly fatal.

"I should have left you with some more anesthesia. Besides my thoughts, I think I did a good job."

"That's a terrible story... I have no luck."

I look up at Junko's flamboyant smile and get stuck and laugh. I don't even feel strange and resentful when I say I have this in my eyes because of this girl's mistake. Just looking at that smile makes me feel less than boiling. I think he's a strange kid to make.

"I wanted to be like you... I wanted to inspire more research, build awesome biological weapons, and make my name sound so much like no stranger to the Mad Scientist world. Jealous of you...... I admired you. But now we're done..."

I wanted to reveal to someone who was jealous, admired, at least inside his chest before he passed away. It was a short time ago, but it was a good stimulation to study and discuss together, and Fukuda regretted that it turned out like this where motivation was injected.

"Hmm, I think if my brain is safe, anything will happen."

When told so, Junko puts an injection in Fukuda's neck muscle. The pain disappears and at the same time the consciousness is blurred. Fukuda's consciousness was interrupted when he wondered if it was an euthanasia drug.

"So, Kiichi, why don't we go hang out together? Because it's a climax, let's make good memories."

"Oh... do... so... do..."

To Junko's bounced voice, Kamauma responds with a cuddly voice and leaves the lab together. Now Kamauma's head was dominated by mechanical loyalty to Junko and his desire for destruction, these two alone.