[Episode 32] #7 Department store terror attack (7)

Step by step… Step by step… .

'Fuck… found… I found it… .'

Step by step… Step by step… .

'I can't believe I was in a place like that…' Should I say that it is dark under the lamp? I was able to hold on there well... .'

Step by step… Step by step…

'But it's over now... Because I found it... Because I found it... Damn guy… Damn villain... .'

Step by step… Step by step… …

Steps that are slightly shaky for some reason.

However, the club was walking up the stairs without shaking as much as it was heading towards its goal.

I found the number 13 I was looking for.

The club's cat found it.

Room 13 was at most a few floors away.

To be honest, almost right above. It's the perfect location above your head.

When I think of that fact, I feel a little sick to my stomach.

An ordinary sniper would be in a position where he would not be able to shoot no matter what he did.

No matter what gun is used, a sniper will not be able to shoot an enemy above his head who is blocked by several layers of ceiling.

If they took that position with the club in mind, they should be praised for making a smart choice.

'But I thought it would be stuck in a corner somewhere, avoiding my cat's sight.'

So the place where the spade was led inevitably ended up being a corner or remote place that was difficult for cats to go to and would be good for hiding.

From the looks of it, number 13 had nothing like that, and was standing very proudly in the middle of the floor.

Number 13, seen through the cat's perspective, was sitting on the carpeted floor on the soft sofa that had been put in as an advertising product, waiting as if he were waiting, enjoying the relaxation to the fullest.

Even thinking about it again makes me feel feverish.

On the topic of villains.

On the topic of villains...!

Step by step… Step by step… Step by step…

Shake!

And barely, we arrived at the floor where number 13 was.

The club opened the emergency staircase door and came out onto the floor.

Except for the emergency lights, all the lights were turned off and the floor was dark and quiet. I was sitting on a sofa placed in the middle of it.

"Oh, you're finally here. "I thought I was going to lose my mind while waiting."

Number 13 sits arrogantly with a carefree attitude that makes you forget what the current situation is.

He waved the cat's hand in his arms as if to say 'Hello!' and greeted him in a carefree manner.

The cat in No. 13's arms cried, "Nya!"

* * *

"Villain No. 13… ! This time... "Let's see the end."

Step by step… !

The club slowly walked down the floor, emitting a ferocious spirit.

Beyond his outstretched arm, a coin was already "loaded."

Unlike simply scattering the bullets in the air and then shooting them, bullets fired using one's finger as a bar are seven times faster and more powerful.

"Ah, haha, that's right. "It's scary."

However, even in this situation where the 'muzzle' was pointed at him, No. 13 was strangely calm.

He is sitting deep on the sofa and playing with his cat.

Although they say they are scared, they don't have a fearful attitude at all.

Is it because, like before, no matter how many times I get stung and my body gets pierced, I don't die?

If so, should I cut off the head separately like I tried a moment ago? Even if you cut off its head, there is a possibility that it will still be alive, but it will not be a problem to incapacitate it.

Rather, if the head is still alive, we can take him in and interrogate him.

It might be more comfortable.

"Hey, club. Where are the spades?"

"… Why am I telling you that?"

"Treat me kindly. "I will see you for a long time to come."

The club snorted at No. 13's words.

"long time? Sorry, but this is where you'll end up. Otherwise, should I take you to the 7th Division base and interrogate you directly?"

This kind of place name is not very happy, but it is pleasant to imagine.

"It doesn't matter. Villain #13, please surrender. If you declare that you will not resist, I will break your limbs and drag you away. "I will guarantee your life."

"… … ."

"Please answer me."

"… … ."

"Fuck… "Answer me, you bastard!!"

The loud voice that raised its chin and shouted echoed off the floor.

Although it does not have tremendous magical power like a spade, Lion's Roar is still shot with a condescending magical power.

Anyway, despite being faced with a cry that would make an ordinary person's body tingle from the inside out, No. 13 still remains calm.

However, the cat that was playing under his hand ran away as if startled.

done. There is nothing to see from the cat anymore.

No. 13 Arrest this guy and everything is over.

Everything is over.

"Where are the clubs and spades?"

The club frowned at the same question as before.

Does this man have no learning ability? Or is he just trying to be annoying?

Why don't you know that there is no intention or meaning to tell you such things?

They're pointing their weapons like this and blaring death as if they're going to shoot them to death at any moment, so why are they paying attention to something else?

Are you kidding? Even if it is a coin, the extent of its destructive power is something that No. 13 himself has already personally experienced.

――Insolent.

The club was thinking that and was about to bite its lip.

"I'll change the question, club. … "Why are you alone here now?"

What kind of question is this again?

Isn't it obvious? I found No. 13 beyond the cat's vision, so it's here.

Clearly, the senior went around as a leader and opened up areas where cats could not enter, thereby broadening the club's visibility.

With his help, the club searched for Irigiri No. 13.

As soon as I found No. 13, I came up here.

I definitely told Spade-senpai, "If you find it, report it right away!" And since you are a sniper, just prepare to shoot on the spot!"

"… … … … … … … … … … … … … to?"

Just as I held out the coin to No. 13, the club froze with a dumb sound.

uh… what?

wait for a sec.

'Why me… 'Are you here?'

I felt my heart beating loudly. Cold sweat drips down my forehead.

Senior Spade clearly told me to stay where I was.

At a good point for sniping, the only entrance was guarded by other cats.

As soon as I discovered No. 13's location, I planned to launch a joint attack or, if possible, finish him off from a distance by sniping him with a club.

Why did you come here?

Why did you have to come up?

Because number 13 is above your head?

No, if you're an ordinary sniper, you probably can aim at the enemy above your head, right?

Why didn't you tell your senior?

Right now, she probably doesn't even know she's here.

why?

why… ?

――Tap… .

suspicion. perplexity. confusion. Embarrassment.

Before I knew it, No. 13 had gotten off the sofa and was walking leisurely, with the club frozen in front of me, engulfed in such emotions.

What are you doing? Can't you see the coin you're aiming at? Just because it's a coin, you don't think it's a weapon?

Club lowered the coin and instead pulled out a pistol from his thigh holster and held it out.

Unlike the spade's which contains rubber bullets, the club's definitely contains live bullets.

In comparison, No. 13 is bare handed.

If you shoot from this position, you will be sure to hit the heart without having to use any abilities.

"Oh, don't come…" !"

But strangely enough, the club still hasn't pulled its hand on the trigger.

Even with No. 13 in front of him, approaching slowly and leisurely like that, it still seemed like he had no intention of shooting.

"Fuck! "I told you not to come!!"

"Clap," he says, and gives strength to the hand holding the gun.

But still the club hasn't pulled the trigger, and No. 13 is still looming.

This whole situation is beyond confusing. I don't know what the hell happened.

--What.

What is it, what is it, what is it, what is it, what is it, what is it, what is it, what is it, what is it, what is it!!

"Of course. "I am the owner, and you are the pet."

"what… … uh?"

"Speaking of pets, you shouldn't be rude and try to hurt your owner."

What do you mean? What are you talking about?

While No. 13 was saying something he couldn't understand, he was already close by.

Club grabbed the butt of the pistol held out in front of him and pulled it lightly.

"Let go."

Of course, I strengthened my hands so as not to let go of the club, but with that one word, my strength disappeared immediately. He was stripped of his gun.

I can't understand why he really let me go, why I couldn't shoot him, why he came here alone.

This is a situation that I absolutely cannot understand.

However, what comes to mind is the strange attitude my senior showed a little while ago.

The appearance of Spade being controlled by No. 13.

I wish I could, but I can't... .

"Good, good. As long as you stay calm, you won't do anything bad. "The club is my pet cat, and I am the owner of the club cat."

"Ha, don't… ! who… ."

"Now, just stand still. "If you just stay still, I'll make you look pretty."

"… … !"

Drop!

No. 13 roughly threw away the pistol handed to him by Club on the floor, and instead reached out his hand and gently caressed Club's cheek.

The disgusting villain's hand was stroking his face, and the club was accepting it without even trying to reject it.

It's impossible.

It's ridiculous to allow something like a villain... !

Without knowing why.

I don't know why, but every time I touch this hand, I feel an indescribable sense of relief... I feel something warm filling me up... .

I ended up feeling like a cat rolling around in the sun... .

"Seo, senior… I'm a senior… !!"

Seniors… ! Senior Spade... !

please… Please help me… … .