Play with Mad Scientists!

There are a number of criminal organizations in the back street that are said to be tens and hundreds of thousands.

Some small organizations have single-digit constituents, while others have large organizations of thousands of people. Some organizations are unknown, while others are better known than others.

In the back street, no one knows the name of the sweeping vacation, an organization that specializes in killing. Even if he falls and is a newcomer for about a month, he will know his name.

There are only eight constituents. In its sixth year of existence, the request achievement rate maintains 100 percent.

The founder and boss, Tatsuhiro Kato, is a world-famous killer in Japan.

I choose the job itself. I don't get unreasonable murder requests. Although it depends on the money to join the backstreet protest, the style is that if the target is involved, Kato will inquisituate the client's motives and take the request only if he is satisfied.

A six-story abandoned building facing the boulevard, on the corner of the dark city of Anraku-shi, Tokyo Metropolitan City - where it was remodeled - was the root castle of a sweeping vacation.

They don't call their home office or Azito like any other backstreet organization. I call it Negijo. There are actually a few people sleeping there.

In a room in Negijo, three of the members were chatting in their spare time. It's a big room called the playroom, and I'm mostly here when we all get together.

Several billiards and table tennis stands that nobody uses are left unmade as if they were abandoned. It's what the previous resident left behind and moved. Only the bar counter is nicely maintained and used by the current residents here.

"Was it today that Mr. Tazawa returned?

While blinking his left eye hard, one of the constituents - Takada Takahito (Takada Akihito) - uttered a grossly low crouching voice. I couldn't cure the tick sickness I had at a young age, and I still have it when I turned nineteen.

"Chang Man is Tazawa's natural enemy."

Said a man dressed differently, stretching his spine tightly and sitting on the couch. His name is Hero Otani.

On a bright white suit, dressed as a gangster from a long time ago, wearing a white overcoat even though it's indoors, and a white soft hat in the eye. But because of his height, which is less than 140 centimeters, he is not as good as he is.

"How much are we losing now?

Heroes ask.

"Happy..."

I look at him like I don't want to say it, and Zhang Man answers as if he is pompous.

"Aha, whatever it takes. That's too much to lose. Come on, why don't we just stop? The wounds just keep spreading, huh?

A skinny boy in a scholastic run smiles and teases.

He was a beautiful boy with striking pale chestnut hair with lots of habits and a neutral appearance that might even look like a girl at first sight if you only looked at his face. His name is Happy Moon. He says he doesn't have a last name.

"I regret it too much. Because one day I'll beat Mr. Tazawa!

"One day, it won't be forever."

Doss' sharp, low voice came from the entrance to the room. Honorable men, harmonious moons and heroes who were indoors simultaneously glance at voices.

In front of the door, which remained open, a hairy man stretched out to his shoulders stood laughing, dressed in a white landing and carrying a long bar-shaped thing wrapped in cloth in his left hand.

The age is nearly middle-aged, no matter how he sees it, but that smile is alive to empower the beholder, and his eyes shine like an innocent boy.

"Aha, Tazawa-san. Oh, welcome back."

Mutsuki gave a happy voice and jumped at the man - Kenichiro Tazawa.

"Hey, Happy Moon. You're still a mess in the head. Are you washing them with proper treatments? But instead of habit, the hair itself is thin and soft."

Tazawa strokes the head of the good moon she's been holding, spreads her mouth and shows her teeth and laughs.

"Hey, hey, I hope you don't mess with me like that"

Away from Tazawa, Mutsuki protests.

"No, when I look at your head, I want to mess with you. Well, take good care of it so you don't bald."

"I'm taking good care of it. I said I had hair like this."

Rakuzuki pointing his mouth.

"I mean, what have you been doing going to America for six months?

A hero asked Tazawa.

"Well, it's a lot to talk about."

Hip the hugging Yuzuki with one hand and sit back momentously on the couch, Tazawa. Next to Tazawa like that, Mutsuki pulls on without a glance and sits.

"Oh, my God, you're so happy."

Seeing how such a good moon was, a hero turned to Chang Man and said:

"That's right - It's been six months."

Close your eyes, Chang Man says. Mutsuki was in the organization, and the person I admire and miss the most was Tazawa.

Six months ago I suddenly said "I'm coming to America" and it evaporated, and so far I haven't had any syllables at all, but a few days ago I got in touch and finally came back. Even when I was contacted on my return home, I saw that Mutsuki was most happy with his expression.

"Sleep tight with your childhood wife. I lost a lot of money on the stock, and he put the house in mortgage and took his wife and daughter to Vegas, but gambling over there cost me a lot of money. Come on. My wife and daughter sold it out to a prostitution organization, and I paid for the plane. By now, the two of them have been framed in a bowl of parents and children, and they're going crazy."

"I'll do the same terrible thing"

A hero who listens to Tazawa and puts on his face.

"No, it's not terrible. It's not like I got unhappy because I was a stupid bitch who was just having an affair and a stupid kid who was supporting me all the time, right? Parents, daughters, that would be a gift."

Tazawa smiles and says it out, not showing any bad looks.

"No, you're unhappy... I just got involved with Mr. Tazawa. In the next life, I hope you get a good eye with your destiny roulette."

An award-winning man with a creepy grin.

"So, did anything change while I was gone?

"There wasn't. Nothing."

"No, there is... quite"

Mutsuki answered Tazawa's question instantly, but a hero raises his hat slightly and pours a sharp gaze into him.

"What happened?

"This guy's gone, he finally got his eye on the center."

"He's a fancy one."

Tazawa makes her eyes shine on a hero who throws up uncomfortably. The hero sighs when he sees it. It was the true hero who wanted Tazawa to treat Mutsuki if possible.

"The executioner's unit was sent from the hub, and we're going to pay him all back. I didn't kill him, but the assassination command comes down to the powerful man next. They're sending a monster assassin for him."

"Aha. He says we should just take it down, too. Come on, heroes and everyone are worried."

To the words of the hero, Mutsuki returned that with a bright voice, but except for Tazawa and Mutsuki, it had turned into a true face or an anxious look.

"There are currently only three people who are too screwed up, like you, and live with an execution order from the center. First an execution unit is released from the centre, nine out of ten die at this stage"

"Aha. Am I still alive? I don't rank prominently among the ten chosen ones."

"But after that, it's the dimension of issuing a write-off command to the masters. Most more guys die at this point. Do you understand that?

A hero whose tone and tone become rough gradually.

"If you even gave that back, you'd be left alone with the bounty neck and the 'taboo' designated, wouldn't you? It doesn't mean the center doesn't want to make sacrifices without darkness."

A good moon to say back with a smile.

"Until that happens, there are three of them that exist. There were a number of other guys who had been taboo-designated in the past, but everything was terminated by Ashiya. If you become an eye-catching taboo, you will now be targeted by Ashiya"

Human beings who survive against the centre in the back streets are designated under the designation 'taboo'.

Taboo The designated person, no matter what he or she does at the earliest, the center will not try to give a hand. The decision is that it is better to leave them alone in the wild than to make sacrifices by poorly handing them out. Neither will those in the back streets seek to advance and lay their hands on those designated for taboo. With one exception.

"I'll be the fourth taboo. That would raise the name value of the sweeping vacation, too, and no. Haha, I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of amazing killer you have coming."

"In the world, there's above. In case you don't think about it!

A hero yells, as if he boiled his fortune on a good moon that remains brain-weather.

"What the... you don't have to speak like that, do you? It's about me, and I said I'd put it on myself."

Mutsuki also has a grumpy face and stares at the hero.

"So the hero must protect you from the Moon, right? It's a good moon and a perfect skill here. If they come together, they're invincible."

"Uh, that might be a pretty good idea."

Tazawa cracks in between the two who have become a sinister air, and Chang Man agrees with that.

"I don't like it... Why would I do that?"

A good moon that throws up small and turns away a lot. The hero also put his hat back on deep in his face and held his mouth.

"Is Mutsuki and the hero fighting again?"

An old gentleman in a luxury branded back appeared, with a gentle grin and a voice, all-backed with gray hair and stored a well-cut white beard in his mouth. Its appearance, which is deeply engraved with numerous wrinkles, is nearly eighty years old, no matter how it may be seen, and it seems above it.

"Let's say, boss. I'm home."

Tazawa meets lightly.

"Welcome back, Tazawa. How was America?

Look at that Tazawa. The old man asks.

This old man is the boss of a sweeping vacation, and once a legendary killer, Tatsuhiro Kato, who worked the world on his crotch in the pre- and post-U.S.-China Wars era, leaving him wanting the most powerful, legendary and invincible names.

"Well, I've enjoyed it there. Mm-hmm, but after a while away, I still miss Japan. Come on. Plus, Las Vegas and all that, they're still out at night. It's a restricted outing or something."

"Out?"

Chang Man gives a surprising voice.

"It's Battle Creature. It's a remnant of the U.S.-China War. Both the US and China unleash tons of battle creatures on each other's countries during the Great War. Even after the end of the war, it could not be eradicated, and more than thirty years later, a third to fifth generation of wild battle creatures mating with other organisms still live in the mountains of both countries. It's very dangerous because it's programmed to attack people at the genetic level."

Instead of Tazawa, Kato answered.

"I was haunted many times in those days, too. I am the only one who took away the production method of Battle Creature produced by Junko Yukooka in the United States at the time and brought it to China to accelerate the creation of Battle Creature."

"Aha, Junko, have you lived since those days? It looks like it, but it's actually Baba."

Listen to Kato, Mutsuki laughs strangely.

"Well, actually, I have a job request. I want some of you to go out. The target is an illegal drug trafficking organization called Meat Shell Katsuka."

Kato tells in a quiet tone.

"This is lucky. I've been playing for a while and my body is flattered, so I'm in."

And, Tazawa.

"If you try Tazawa-san, you're lucky, they're unlucky."

Chang Man spilled a laugh and said, but the laugh quickly disappeared.

"It's our job to maximize and create the last unlucky. Causal business. But... there are always unhappy people in this world."

Reluctantly, Chang Man says in a harsh tone.

"The old me and the vicious criminals like the current progressing Moon. This is also unhappy in a way. I'm sure all humans can decide what kind of guy they're going to be with a god-spinned roulette before they're born. Some people hit rich, happy people, others hit criminals. It's all decided by fate's roulette. I'm gonna watch that show in the morning, and I'm gonna make it."

And, Chang Ren.

"What do you think, we're talking about morning TV?

Happy Moon listening to Chang Man.

"There are parts of the idea that I can agree with, but I still want to deny it. It's a common word, but fate cuts open. Come on."

In a complicated look, Mutsuki said. I tried not to put it on my face, but I feel pretty bad about the Zhang man's story. I can't help but feel frustrated and disgusted.

(Though I know better than anyone that there are tragedies in the world that cannot be overridden, and that there are differences in circumstances at birth... still I will never succumb to destiny)

Turning his back so that he doesn't show everyone his current face, Mutsuki bites his back teeth as he whines in his heart.

"Still leads to a negative story. Don't do it, Chang Man."

The field air soothed in Tazawa's bright voice. Chang's theory of fate was something that everyone who was on the spot had a strong sense of. In a less good way.

"Well, we're happy now, aren't we? I can do a pretty good job, I have food and shelter coverage, and most importantly, I would say - you have company to share."

"If the boss says so, it doesn't feel like a scythe. It's convincing. First of all, you're right."

Tazawa holds back Kato's words, which he said as if to tighten the field.

(Everyone may be, but I'm the only one who's different...)

Mutsuki, with one person on his back, had denied in his heart the words of Tazawa and Kato.