The military night is dark. Time for daytime workers to sleep as if dead in their residence in preparation for tomorrow's labor, and for night workers to move around busy somewhere.
With my black robes on, I headed to the abandoned yard in District 13. The moment when you take one more step into the warehouse beyond the abandoned place where the wheel that squeezes the alchemist is broken in the building with only the steel frame left.
A sharp enmity was directed at me.
“Stop. mole.”
The most basic and effective means of distinguishing between enemies and allies, passwords. It seems to have its own assortment.
But for me, who has the universal key of mind-reading, it is like gaining trust for free.
'The password is the mole, the answer is the carriage.'
thanks for letting me know.
I read my thoughts and said the same thing.
“carriage.”
“great. What's going on?”
“It’s a herald. I have come to tell you what you need to know.”
'What do you need to know? Are you sure you're ready to move from the shadow side?'
Thanks for explaining. I nodded my head in affirmation of his thoughts.
“It’s ready. Everything we've done in the last few days has paid off.”
“result? What the hell are you talking about?”
'What are you talking about so vaguely? What you've decided to do is to assassinate the market manager, Krin! You can assassinate, or say you plan to do it!'
Because, if you answer correctly and you feel suspicious, it's a big deal. It's better to drag the horse loosely and read the thoughts that come to mind from time to time.
like now
I want Krynn to be assassinated. I get it. Let me match the decorations.
“A warehouse keeper, a store manager, a market representative and a secret smuggler at the same time. sweetheart. Ready to take Krynn's life. His body will be drowned in darkness.”
“I wish I had said that from the beginning.”
Anyway, at the news they had been waiting for, the thugs who occupied the labor camp were overjoyed.
“Clean, that chubby bastard. You are finally being punished!”
Longing for Krin's death, their true identity is the transport union members formed by delivery men.
There was only one warehouse, but there were many deliveries. Krin naturally mastered economic logic that he had never learned and beat the delivery man's wages. Compared to Krynn, who enjoys wealth and power, the delivery men were always timid.
Among them, some deliverymen, who were beaten up by Krin, who could not stand it, and who had lost their lives, vowed revenge.
'Shadows are excellent assassins. The fat store manager, Clean, is no match! When the guy who has learned a bit about qigong dies, our transportation union takes advantage of the chaos to invade the market! After all, the placenta in the warehouse is either stolen or contraband. If you eat and jump, no one can catch you!'
All of the organizations called Shadow of the Military are similar to this.
A group or group that is dissatisfied with their original stay. Those who want a world that is favorable to them by breaking and destroying the existing framework.
As I read the captain's thoughts and found out, the black curtain named Wolfen was going to gather these gunpowders together and detonate them at once.
In order to induce a firefighter called Gunguk to come and clean it up.
okay. To compare it, it is like a slasher who sets fire to a forest and farms the land.
Unaware of the fact that their situation is no different from that of a forest where a slash will occur, and dried leaves that have fallen to the ground, the union members were excited and asked me.
“What is the signal?”
“If the warehouse keeper dies, the warehouse will be on fire. Aim for that time.”
“You mean the warehouse is on fire?”
“okay.”
“Wow, Clean guy. What kind of expression would you make if your beloved warehouse catches fire! Oh, I'm dead, so I can't even make a face! I'm sorry. to see that ugly face… .”
That was then. A red flame rose from the other side of Area 13 with a popping sound. The scattered gunpowder colored the military sky red.
Transport members who had been hiding in various places rushed out as if their clothes were on fire. They looked at the warehouse in dismay, and then immediately shouted excited cheers.
“You motherf*ckers. Looks good!”
“for a moment. If the warehouse burns, what will we do?”
“it's okay! The warehouse in the market is large. Even if it burns like that, half will remain!”
“Hurry up and get your stuff!”
“Timing is killing me!”
I muttered as I watched the red glowing light in the distance.
“Oh, look at the timing.”
I can't get it right I'll do it after I'm gone, this will make it busier.
The union leader in front of me also moved quickly.
“I must have already succeeded in the assassination! Everyone get ready! Attack the market!”
While the members were moving quickly, the union leader clenched his fists with a delighted smile.
“If you guys grab the back alley! We will help you with all our heart!”
“… I will remember Then I have to go somewhere else.”
“Leave it to me!”
The transport union chief's attention quickly shifted to the market. I flew back a long black cloak, moving away from them.
In fact, the fireworks are the fireworks that Market planned to dispose of the explosives. It was an explosive that Krynn obtained to use as a weapon while she was still in the car, but Krynn couldn't overcome my threats and turned it into fireworks for fireworks.
The romance of converting weapon explosives into alchemy and using them for fireworks. This romance will echo as a fake signal throughout the military.
Then the unaware boomoths will throw themselves into the flames knowing that now is the time to burn.
I don't know when the execution date will be, but before that day comes, I burn it in advance.
Because what has already been burned will not burn again.
“Ego. Where to go in the future… .”
The night is shorter than you think. I would have to move more diligently in the future. I got into the luxury car I brought from Sephine's house and started it. Whether expensive is good or good, the feel was different.
It was just about to leave. In front of me, someone dressed in a robe similar to mine ran up and down.
Suspicious behavior in suspicious clothes. I instinctively read his thoughts.
'shit! I have to let you know… ! Some madman is pretending to be our shadow! So that even the transportation unions don't get reckless… !'
He was a true messenger of shadow. Sensing a strange situation, he seemed to come out to crack down on his own gang members.
crackdown… crackdown… Oh wait. Bad memory.
Trauma attacked me and I stepped on the accelerator pedal. The body of the messenger quickly approached.
This is because of mental weakness.
quaang.
The messenger collided with the car that was accelerating and rolled to the ground. Immediately after the crash, I jumped out of the wagon and screamed.
“Oh, sir! Don't drive straight!”
Apparently he was well trained, even after being hit by a car, the messenger reflexively took the fall method and got up. A stream of blood was dripping from his mouth, but there didn't seem to be any major injuries except for the ribs.
Abby. I'll hit harder
“Ugh… ! It was you who drove… !”
Remaining in an unexpected accident, the messenger answered recklessly without even thinking about it.
“Look at this! The front of the car is all dented! What are you going to do!”
“I was hit by a car… !”
“Iknow, right. Your face is more dented than mine. sorry. It wasn't my intention.”
“Crazy guy… !”
Is it because the provocation paid off? The messenger took out a sword from his bosom. When I saw the black blade, I cried out in fright.
“Hey! It's a knife! This man carries a heinous weapon!”
“What is it that the man who struck a person would say… !”
'I don't know who you are, but I'll kill you… !'
His pain turned into an attacking instinct. The messenger thrust in the blade without saying a katabuta.
Against him, I carefully read his thoughts and took out a card.
A card with 4 diamonds and four rhombus arranged east, west, north and south. I used alchemy to reveal the hidden side of the card. Card greedily sucked in the magic and inflated his body.
What appeared through alchemy transformation was a short spear slightly shorter and lighter than the standard length. It was a straight, ordinary spear with a long spear with a rhombic spear blade.
The messenger carrying a sword to hide in his arms, when he saw my javelin, cried out as if unfairly.
“The madman broke the window… !”
“Because I pulled out the knife first, self-defense!”
I have both justification and priority. In my mind, I thought of the champang and his disciple, and I took a pose.
The messenger clenched it.
'Your posture is not serious! That man must be a master!'
a little bit different. All I did was imitate the shape to the end.
Each person has a different personality and body, so the optimal form for them is not for me. In a nutshell, my posture is nothing more than an inflated body full of pretentiousness.
However.
'You must do your best to avoid it! You'll lose your life in one hit!'
If the opponent does not know that it is a bluff, the fake posture becomes the real thing.
Because in my imagination, if I spare myself for fear of the spear blade that will tear me apart, I gain that much freedom of movement.
'You only need to approach it once! Oh, you can avoid it like sinking to the ground by hiding your shadow! Your posture will collapse, but if you can overcome it… !'
great. The plan was drawn up.
I took the expression off my face. Without playfulness, he showed a cold expression for a moment, gave a lot of strength to his shoulders and legs, and moved forward.
'… That look… ! Pro! They recognized me from the beginning and hit me with a car!'
The tip of the window shook. When the messenger saw it, even with his wounded body, he exerted all his might to perform qigong.
'Oh, hide the shadows!'
In fact, it's a shabby technique to even call it a false sense of humor. It was a catch-all technique of pulling the ground with a kongigong and returning to the back of the opponent while keeping his body close to the ground.
It is said that it seems to hide in the shadows when it reaches the stage, but one messenger who did not even receive the title of 'shadow' was not that far.
Still, it would be enough to suffice.
'Avoided… !'
It didn't even bite in the first place. I circled the window and held it vertically. With the blunt end facing down, he slammed it straight down.
Sticking to the floor, towards the belly of the messenger sliding down the ground.
The messenger's eyes widened.
'Wow! You can see through this… !'
It was specialized in stabbing opponents to the end, but… Sorry, I never lost as much as psychological warfare.
The messenger's body was folded in half. The messenger, who was half way through death after being hit by a car, lost consciousness after my attack.
“Thank you for the amicable agreement.”
Whoa, that was dangerous. He's not even half-shadow as an executive, but a messenger who plays the role of a messenger is so tenacious. No matter how bad a car is than a horse, will it still hold up even if it gets hit by a block of iron like this?
If this is enough for one messenger, it shows how strong the executive half-shadow and the boss Wolfen are.
Afterwards, I was originally trying not to get my hands dirty.
“I can’t help it. We have no choice but to actively avoid engagement.”
One victory is enough. From this point on, he decided to pursue only spiritual victories.
What I caught was nothing but a clown of shadows, but there was still a harvest. I pondered over the memories I had pulled from the messenger, and left his fainted body roughly tossed in the dark alleyway.
That was the moment. Something blackish figure trembled in the darkness. I looked back, feeling the nape of my neck getting cold.
The alley was full of darkness. He felt nothing but the groans of a fainted messenger.
I tilted my head.
“… ? weird. Was there something?”
Are you a ghost? or ghosts?
No, it looks like something similar to the dirt we saw in the abyss… .
“I must have been wrong. Why is it here?”
Where can I find something to see in this back alley?
Normally, I would have known a little bit, but now I am busy. I left for the other tangent.
Eyyo, is he getting stalked by Tyr?