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Ning man running over New York.

Sometimes, shootings strike. The direction is exactly as the new name indicated.

I'm aware of it. He's noticing this approach.

Of course, a transformed Ning can prevent bullets. It's dangerous if you shoot a bunch of shots in a row and eat them from close range, but there's some distance, and that's not the problem if it's a single shot. Ning Man moves on as he plays the bullet.

"! Over there......!

Under the eyes of a Ning man who kicked and jumped at the wall of a building I don't know how many, he shows up.

A black-crushed tight-like costume that wraps the forged flesh, an armor in the arms reminiscent of guillotine.

"Slipknot!!

Slipknot was on the roof of the building. I stood beside a large sniper rifle, but the weapon in my hand is something different again.

"You said it was a rocket launcher!?

Besides, it is the latest model and can also be used as an anti-tank gun.

It's not very much like using it all over the city. But Slipknot didn't hesitate to shoot.

Flush with a single hair with aerial posture control. The launcher kept flying and burst into the rear building.

Looking back, there was nothing like a reduction in the amount of gunpowder or the building itself collapsing, but still some of the building was destroyed and the debris was pouring down. Whatever you think, the damage would have been done.

"You're a mess..."

I can't tell you about people, but Ning glanced at Slipknot.

Together, Slipknot looks up over the sky. He seemed to have seen an approaching demon.

He puts his middle finger up against the Ning and then drops his thumb to the ground.

- Call me, you son of a bitch, and I'll go to hell with you -

That's what the gesture said.

"... confident."

Ning people don't have the temperament to be dramatically elevated with it. Stay calm, manipulate the blades and skip towards the slipknot.

Slipknot moved at a time when he was about to land in the same building.

Running through the building, he jumped off a wire. Then he broke through the downstairs window and entered the building.

The Nings also modified their tracks and entered the building.

"... where the hell have you been?

The floor I entered looked like a corporate office. There are many desks. Because it is late at night, the lights are down and unpopular. There seems to be some breadth.

There are no lights indoors, but there is light from outside. I don't see it very well now, but if I had enough scrubbing time, my eyes would get used to it and I would have no problems with it.

Look around, I don't see Slipknot in the dark. Looks like he's hiding somewhere.

"Hey, what are you doin '? I don't think Girl Hunt's right for this place, do you?

It was sudden. From behind, I heard voices. It has a light tone. That didn't go too far on this occasion, it was unusual.

I tried to look back reflexively, but that didn't work.

Because he was rarely shot in the back with a machine gun before that.

Zugggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!!!!!

Continuous gunshots roar loudly indoors. Moreover, the machine guns fired in series had been collected at pinpoint with an error of about a few centimeters in diameter. No matter how transformed you are, this attack works.

This guy......! Where the hell did you come from...!! Shit, if it stays like this, it sucks...!!

"Ku......!!! WOOOOOO!!!

If you fall like this, it's over. Ning shrugs his energy and looks back, preventing convergent bullet attacks with his arms.

"Fuck you......!

Though dim, it's a good story to attack the source of the bullet with a muzzle flash. Ning moved forward with a bullet. Keep going, shake your nails down.

It's not affordable. At least not the feeling of mutilating humans. Something, something like wood.

But the machine gun is definitely here.

"Have you been playing with dolls for a good year? I'm so proud of you for your fun."

I hear voices from behind again. That's where I noticed. The one I just attacked is like a mannequin. It's fixed to the wall, and the machine gun is locked, too. Looks like Slipknot had his machine gun fixed on the mannequin and left at some point.

"I like to play with hero dolls. But that's... I'm gonna smash you and then I'm gonna do it at home!

It's an unusual way of fighting. Slipknot was probably accustomed to the dark beforehand. This one is unilaterally viewed, not to mention the size difference from Ning's transformative body. I understand that.

Ning people lifted their surrounding desks and computers and threw them depending on allowances and.

It helps prevent bullets, and a wider attack area should increase your hit rate. It's just a throw, but with Evil Silhouette's arm strength, a living person should be able to inflict fatal injuries.

But it's never handy. Apparently, he's being deflected with skillful physical skill.

"Whoa, what are you kidding? I went to work tomorrow, and the employees here are gonna annoy you, right?

Sometimes the visible shadows keep avoiding Ning's attacks with their wet movements.

"If you don't desperately avoid it, it'll all be over soon."

If you're physically capable, you can't lose to Slipknot, where Evil Silhouette is just a human being.

My eyes are getting used to it. If you can clearly see who they are, that's it.

And Slipknot seems to be the best we can do just to avoid it as long as this one keeps attacking. You don't have to worry about fighting back.

A little more, a little more.

A few seconds passed. I see it. I see it now. Then there is no need for an uncertain throwing attack. Step in and poke.

"Hide is over"

Look clearly at the slipknot. He was standing on the desk.

"OK, OK, so what's next to play? Uh, so, how's the catch ball?

Slipknot is a gentle, arc-drawing orbit that has lightened the round, hiccup.

"You're gonna catch it right, huh?

Slipknots remained unchanged. When I tapped on the light mouth, I took out the belt worn on my hips, the one held by a hairdresser, which contained a variety of things.

"You're Icus, right?

As is, the slipknot that wears it removed. Looks like a goggle.

Ning people noticed here. The round thing that was just thrown,

Flash.

Explosions and flashes fill the interior. I know it's not lethal, but it was a deadly attack here and now. Perhaps that goggle must have a blackout feature.

"... Shit...!

It was too late to notice. I couldn't close my eyes in time.

I don't see anything. The flash appears to be causing temporary blindness. And there's something even worse than just now. I'm not even deaf.

We just have to defend ourselves until we recover.

"Shit!!

But even if I scratch it, there will be no attack. Given Evil Silhouette's defense, a special attack should be able to do damage even if it's impossible.

Instead I noticed something odd. My body is wet. It's raining.

Of course, this is an office building indoor, and that can't be right.

This is a sprinkler. I see, he reacted to an earlier flash shell.

"Water...? Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!???"

It was sudden. A shock struck Ning's body, which was in defensive position. What happened? I don't even have to think about it. This feeling that strikes me is current.

The fact that the sprinkler was activated should mean one side of water immersion per side. Perhaps Slipknot used something like a high-output stun gun. Of course, I'm supposed to be protecting myself with insulation.

My body is numb. It's a terrible shock. Voltage enough for an ordinary person to die instantly. But they don't do this much. Paralysis and stiffness of the body heal in about a minute. Thanks to being a modified human being, I have recovered my sight and hearing. Now it's time...

But Slipknot's actions continued even further.

"Hyah!!!

The stiffness of Ning's body, just before it could be solved, Slipknot gently pressed the Ning's body, which had stood up. The Ning fell as-is, but the tip of the fall was not the floor.

I don't know where I took it from, it was on the trolley that Slipknot pushed. It's a transport trolley, although it's in the office. Evil silhouette was put on the trolley like luggage. Slipknots looking down from the top take something out of the nostalgia and show it in front of the Ning people.

"Hey, you know the three people in this picture? If you're gonna give me any information or whereabouts, I'm gonna call off the Grand Prix, okay? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Close your eyes if Jesus, keep your eyes open if no."

Grand Prix? I don't know what Slipknot is talking about, but I do know the pictures of the three people I took out. One is Mr. Big, and the other two have met recently, a Crimson executive.

I don't know what the intentions are, but Slipknot seems to want information on the top Crimson guys. It was a serious tone, unlike previous light mouths.

Well, what do we do? Ning thought a little.

Use any hand to survive, win. That's how the Nings fight. Then there are times when you can't stop selling your people.

But if I sell information to this guy here and now, even if he survives, his position within Crimson will be in jeopardy, and the scenario of Crimson takeover I'm assuming now will go crazy. I can't do that.

So the Ning didn't close their eyes.

"Really? Well, that's no choice, babe. The Grand Prix."

Slipknot, who saw the Ning reaction, sighed exaggerated and went back to light-hearted again.

"Uh, the 48th, Manhattan Office Building Grand Prix, who's the winner of the year? Now each car starts at the same time!!

Slipknot begins to cheerfully push the trolley with the demon on it. Pushing while running.

Fast. Apply enough acceleration to push. Ning people are still paralyzed and unable to move.

"Oops! Cool Guy & Monster, I'm out of my hair pin curve!

Into sight. This trolley is headed for the window. There is no way to stop.

I'm going to keep breaking through the window and dropping it.

If you can't move and fall from the height of this building, you won't have as much Evil Silhouette.

Come here, Ning people understand. I knew it as information, but from there in my mind, I just realized it.

This guy is heterogeneous.

It's not like the heroes we've fought before.

I guess the various armaments that have been rolling out just now were pre-installed on this floor. This was his execution site. It's like a comedy movie in a row, but its contents are calculated around.

And this behavior of Koitz. Underneath the building is a normal road. Naturally there are passers-by. And yet for nothing, he's trying to drop me. Are you sure you don't mind the damage to the average person?

Surrounding preparation, a palliative way of fighting to hide oneself, a relentless willingness to kill. This is the strength of the slipknot.

"GO GO!!! Keep it straight to the goal flag -!!

Slipknot doesn't stop. Pushing the trolley while running in the office, in a singing tone.

It seemed like a kid was playing with a joke. That's horrible.

"Hugh!!!

The moment the tension of the slipknot and the acceleration of the trolley reached their highest level, Ning's immobile body broke through the window glass. gravity, the desperate feeling wraps around Ning's body.

Slipknot, who looked up as he fell, looked down at the Ning people and made that gesture again. Point your thumb to the ground. And here's what I said.

"Go to hell. Baby."

The atmosphere of my voice changed again. It was a low voice, feeling a clear willingness to kill based on hatred.

Ning people feel it. Is this what this guy is all about?

I'm not stronger than the Rocks I've fought before. Just heterogeneous.

Can't we beat this guy in bad faith? I didn't even have time to set it up. And even assuming you're malicious, does that work for this guy?

The devil fell into darkness.