Play with Mad Scientists!

Hot summer days.

Shayyah was lying on his back with his hands and feet tied and unable to move, and a huge funnel was pushed into his mouth.

"You said you were hot, so I bought you a lot of hard work. Are you going to ignore my generosity?

Supporting the funnel with his left hand, his mother peels her eyes and summons hysterically, stirring something occasionally from the large pan placed on the table with his right hand, placing it next in the funnel.

The flavor of the pan - packed in a funnel and forcefully poured into Shayyah's mouth, was ice cream. Shayyah is filled with pain, despair and giving up, in the deep love of his mother, who is forced to continue pouring ice cream into his mouth with momentum that he cannot even breathe.

Occasionally, there is a mixture of familiar sensations and flavors in the ice cream. The taste of that insect, mixed with meals every few days. Leaving or spitting awaits further action, that insect. But I'm used to it a long time ago, and I don't think anything about it.

This has been the case ever since I was born. This is normal for me.

But my mother's story tells me - even from watching TV, which is the only way to know the outside world, that's far from normal in the outside world.

Only myself is special in a bad way. Only I give my mother a special love that is different from normal and ends my life in this room. Shayyah doesn't know why. No, I don't understand.

I believed in my mother's story only at an early age. I don't believe it now.

With Shayyah in this room, the world will be at peace just without normal happiness and doing it, my mother has told me many times that people outside of Shayyah can be happy, but I can deny to the border that there can be no such thing.

Perhaps through television, it would be the influence of knowing something other than my mother, a human being.

I've asked myself many times what my raw is. I've asked myself tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of times. Over and over again in the course of the day I have asked unanswered questions towards someone who has not responded. I couldn't ask my mother, so I kept asking her in my heart towards something that didn't exist.

Shayyah - no, he himself guessed later - that this act was the factor that woke him up.

One time at the border, to the call of Shayyah, a response came back.

Your life makes sense.

With a gentle laugh, he told Shayyah.

Shayyah was surprised. The person who appeared in me seemed to be me and not me. But it soon became clear that he was on Shayyah's side.

(As my mother said, it's not for the sacrifice of the world. What is the meaning of your life...)

The words he told moistened Shayyah's heart and extended the time for Shayyah's heart to die.

The shooting at the meat shell Katsuka's office was only two and a half hours later, when he was released and grabbed information that the elephant had hired a sweeping vacation.

Three men stand in front of the office: Killer of the sweeping vacation, Hero Otani, Takada Takamitsu, and Mutsuki.

"This is today's playground."

Tazawa arrives later than the three in a slow foothold as he slaps and squeezes his knife with his shoulder while it stays in his sheath, letting him spread his childlike naughty grin.

"Will it be a playground? He's dead."

A gun-held Chang man throws up like a bore, looking down at the body of the man thinking he was the gatekeeper who just shot him, spitting at the body, blinking only hard at his left eye.

"It's forbidden to be alarmed. For once, it's been a protest, and they haven't let a single one die. Now this is the first death to remember."

When the hero says in a pale tone, put up a gun and explore the signs around him. The Ajito of the meat shell Katsuka is a substitute for the purchase of abandoned factories. Popular as a backstreet organization hub.

"Let's say we split into two hands. Me and my hero are going in. Mutsuki is the back door, Chang Man, keep an eye on the front."

"Oh."

"You're a watchman. It's boring."

Makoto nodded at Tazawa's instructions, blinking his left eye more than usual, and Mutsuki looked disgusted.

"It's always a luxury to take only a delicious role. Not only that, but every time, it's flashy."

And, Chang Ren.

"Oh, yes, but no."

Smiling for a good moon.

"Sometimes he tells me to be thorough on the plain back. I want to play it, too, 'cause I'm a jerk."

"Yes, sir. Then this time, you two are not working hard."

Waving a flicker towards Chang Man, Mutsuki turns to the back of the factory in a light foothold.

"Try to keep your enemies at bay and let them escape to the front door."

Tazawa smiles and the hero turns his back faceless and enters the factory to the winner who laughs at the joke.

The face of the fleshshell Katsuka, which heard the gunfire, arrives from inside the building to the entrance.

"Shit, it's Oya from the sweep vacation!

A constituent of the meat shell Katsuka, who was at the head, screams when he sees the hero. That voice is mixed with a little fear.

Shortly after the scream, several gunshots rang. A shootout that began instantly, in a narrow passage with no shelter. The number of meat shells on Kazuka's side is four. One of them was the number two Ryu Ishida man.

"You're already here. He hasn't called back the people outside."

Though poisoned, Ishida is ready.

I've never broken a request yet. I've just been inspired by all the constituents in my office to put my first black star on a professional killing organization. When we hit all of our power and we survive anything, we shoot guns in the mood.

They were all supposed to shoot at once, but...

"Huh?"

Ishida, who was in the center, was taken aback when he saw the two neighbors suddenly collapse.

He was going to shoot at the short man in the white suit as he continued to stand two shots. I had confidence in my arms. So will the two next door.

But the man in the white suit, in a space with no shield, was sending all the bullets out of the four guns and, conversely, was instantly shooting them both to death. Ishida was unresponsive.

"Well, I'll let you play."

Running like that with pleasure, Tazawa, with his handsome feet, packs an intermission with two men with guns at once.

"Huh?"

Ishida was once again taken aback and leaked the loose voice between them. When I noticed, a man in a dressing approached me, flashing a white blade. Shortly after the sword was turned into a horizontal giraffe and Ishida leaked his voice, his neck was severed and rolled to the floor.

The last one left is too stiff of fear that three of his companions were killed instantly. Neither the hero nor Tazawa missed that moment when he shuddered into fear.

Seeing Tazawa ram into the last man, the hero decides he doesn't need to get his hands on it, and stays to shoot the gun. He was pierced in the throat with a knife and the last man was also finished.

"Just call me by my name and I'll ignore you. The boulder is the pyramid of a sweeping vacation."

Tazawa turns to the hero, shrugs his shoulders and jokes.

"What, I wanted to surprise you by calling your name"

"Ha ha, you're starting to say that too"

Tazawa laughs strangely at the fact that the hero made a rare joke.

"That's five of us. Oh, he was instructed to kill by name, number two Ishida."

As Tazawa kicks Ishida's head down on the floor with her feet, she looks down with her face facing up and stepping on her forehead.

"Toshio Ishida and Ishii, plus the boss Ichiro Ishikawa, want me to kill him. Fifteen constituents, they don't have to kill them all."

Hero explaining the request.

"Tsukaka stone stone is not all the guys with similar surnames. But...... in the case of these few elite, cohesive group opponents, they should all be killed to say no to their worries. Oh, what the hell?

"Maybe we're deciding that if we kill those three, we can finish the rest ourselves. Or are you going to absorb it"

"The client's released elephant, the organization that turned from Yakuza, right? That's a null one."

If you want to laugh, Tazawa kicks you in the neck under the scratch. Ishida's head jumped wide and crashed into the hallway ceiling, falling to the floor again.

"Doing the same unproductive thing."

"Don't be hard on me. I don't think about it. I don't think about it. Where they treated Mr. Buddha, his soul complained. Oh, I can't do that."

Tazawa shrugs her shoulders to a frowning hero. Was it the influence of going to America for a long time, or was he a hero who felt more like Tazawa had become over-action than he used to be?

The two advance to the back and stand in front of an office looking door. There are obvious signs of people from inside.

You will naturally also be aware of the raids of Tazawa and the heroes. It has also been anticipated that if the door is opened, the bullet will come out raining.

"Yes, yes, excuse me without a knock. Okay."

Told him out of his way, Tazawa kicks open the door.

Shortly afterwards, gunfire continued to rise and countless bullets were poured down. Of course, both Tazawa and the hero expect that to happen.

By the time the bullet rain passed the entrance, Tazawa was dancing into the middle of the room.

Dressed low and with his right arm with a knife stretched wide and sideways, as he rushes indoors with astonishing leg strength, he jumps the knife from bottom to diagonally up to the one who was closest to him.

With a red slice diagonally drawn from his face to his head, the man collapsed sideways, dressed with his gun in his arms.

Don't miss that moment when all the attention of those who were indoors was directed at Tazawa, this time a hero steps indoors, fires and shoots two people who are indoors. They were both shot in the middle of the chest.

"x3. o4"

Looking indoors, the hero whispered and snapped. There's a couch and a table in the center, and Tazawa puts one foot on the table, laughing and crawling her tongue on the knife.

About three of them hid behind several desks, one of them exposing the figure to grandeur. It's Ishii Formation, a full-body purple man dressed in a purple suit. He holds a purple knife in each hand until his torso and pattern, and stands guarded.

"Why don't you play with one another who doesn't like flying gear? Well, you can probably throw it and use it."

"You should say we like yappa, right?

Ishii also replies with a fierce grin to Tazawa's call with a frantic smile.

"Am I a mole beater?"

A hero who sees three people hiding behind a desk. Two of them come shooting at me, delicately shifting the timing well.

Even if one of them tries to aim for the moment they get out of their desk, the other shoots them only slightly late, so they take a nerve out of the dodge and they don't hit it well. They both have quite a few arms.

But it didn't last long either. Grasp the baton right away, timing it well with the hero, and let the two hit it almost simultaneously. One was shot through the hand and the other drilled a hole in the center of his face.

(Ishikawa, the boss, killed him. What's the other one doing hiding)

"Boo Boo Boo Boo Boo Boo Boo"

Shortly after I questioned him, one of them, who was hiding aloud, jumped out and tried to jump on a hero with a hand-to-hand fist. I was a regular husband.

Being a big man, but also slow to move and not having any gain on the contrary, the hero's reaction, although slightly delayed, pulls the trigger and hits the bullet in the forehead of his regular husband.

With blood scattered, the giant of the regular husband glances wide behind him and falls.

"Boss... Shufu... was he killed?

Ishii moans with his knife lying in front of him and his gaze set on Tazawa. I can't keep my eyes open even if I want to check.

Shufu was - shot in the middle of the forehead, but he wasn't dead. There was also a clear consciousness.

He had bulletproof fiber embedded under his whole body's skin. Therefore, taking a bullet to a steeple does not always lead to instant death, but it does not mean that it is invincible against the bullet. In bulletproof fiber to the extent that it is planted in clothing, it penetrates depending on the location of the hit and the power of the bullet.

Shufu stayed down, feeling dull in fear and unable to move. When Ishikawa was killed, he jumped out of momentum, but he was hit without the art of becoming.

The other person thinks he's dead. I can't stand up to it. Fear outweighed anger at the fact that he kept getting his people killed as a result of a direct look at those realities.

"I hate flying gear because I'm with you...... dude!

Ishii screams and throws the knife on his left hand across Tazawa's face. Shortly after the throw, Ishii himself packed the distance towards Tazawa at once.

Tazawa slightly moved the knife that stood in the middle and played the flying knife.

Aiming at that momentary gap, which had arisen only for a few seconds, Ishii, who had lowered himself and advanced, had stepped into the range of attack that his knife would have reached Tazawa's neck if he had extended his arm.

but the moment he steps into the offensive range, Tazawa's right knee kicks Ishii's jaw up.

Ishii collapses more and more as he sprays his nosebleeds as he counters an attack he never thought he would, such as a flying knee kick.

I tried to quickly rebuild my position, but now Tazawa filled me in all at once, and before I got up, a white blade was piercing Ishii's throat.

"Because I use my hands that I don't like. So I'm sure you missed your luck. We should stick to the policy until the end, dude."

Laughing at it, Tazawa puts her face on Ishii, who blows a large amount of blood bubbles out of her mouth and throat with a distressed look.

"Mm, it's the boss Ishikawa who's dying there. Ishii's the one I killed. Is this it?

Tazawa pulls a knife out of the desperate Ishii and tells him to look around the body that fell indoors and look uncomfortable as he muddles his blood with his own kimono, which he is wearing unharmed.

"There's still one there, but I wonder what's going on"

"Whoa, whoa!

Shortly after the hero said it, the last one left pops up with a growl and shoots a gun.

Heroes refresh and, conversely, shoot through the target's brain. The last attack was filled with gaps and almost felt like a special attack, but the hero thinks it's impossible to do that with all his people killed.

"Oh, good booze."

Considering the job done, Tazawa clasps the refrigerator in the room and dulls the brandy bottle.

Looks like you're still here.

And, a hero looks at the door behind the office and sets up a gun. I felt signs that there were people ahead of me.

"No, wait."

When Tazawa takes control of the hero and holds the knife in his sheath, he heads to the door in a motion completely filled with gaps and opens it uncluttered.

(Ai...)

Shufu was about to speak up.

Beyond the door opened by Tazawa was Ai Mashima, a girl who lives and works here. As if he had lost his hips, he looked up at Tazawa and was trembling crying.