[Episode 37] #8 Kidnapped Hero (2)

■■ Villain terror attack at a department store.

This was an incident in which a villain named No. 13 of the villain organization [Abyss] set out to arrest an entire department store, and as it happened to be a holiday day, quite a few ordinary citizens were taken hostage.

Fortunately, all the hostages were released safely thanks to the base of the 7th Division heroes who came to support them.

Unfortunately, one hero was caught and taken away.

Let alone the support hero, the stock price of villain No. 13, who could not be subdued even though the two heroes were close together, soared again.

The reputation of No. 13 and the villain organization [Abyss], which had fallen to rock bottom since the incident about three months ago, was completely turned upside down through this incident.

[The brilliant resurrection of Villain No. 13]

[Beware of the villain organization [Abyss]]

To the point where articles like this are appearing all over the internet and social media.

"… … "It's strange."

But actually.

In the midst of that incident, Spade experienced everything and saw everything with his own eyes.

I was feeling an inexplicable feeling that was difficult to put into words due to the vague memories of that time.

I also remember the moment when the two confronted No. 13 together.

And what happened at the time when we planned a strategy and were divided separately to search for No. 13.

… … weird. There's nothing strange about it, but it's strange.

However, no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't come up with an answer.

Spade had no choice but to hold off on that question.

So, the memories and feelings of discomfort at that time.

As time passes, it slowly weathers away.

* * *

Shuuk― Shuuuk――

Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

'… … … … … … ?'

Club, whose consciousness had fallen into darkness, faintly came to his senses when he felt the touch of human beings touching his skin.

I feel like someone is nearby, but I can't tell who it is.

My vision was filled with pitch black, and I realized that it was not because the room was dark, but because it was obscured by something.

When I unconsciously tried to move my arm, it made a clicking sound and stopped moving as intended.

It seemed like he was being restrained with handcuffs or something I couldn't tell.

『――――――』

『――――――――』

It's saying something. A loud sound of talking is heard.

I felt like there were two people nearby.

He is good at sensing presence because he was taught by his teacher, Coco.

I was always taught in the Spartan style that even when I was asleep, I could sense a presence without difficulty.

I vaguely remember it.

What happened to you and what is happening now.

'department store… Villain… .'

'Senior Spade… No. 13… .'

In the midst of sudden thoughts, I recall and think.

I can barely remember when there was a villain terrorist attack.

I also remember fighting with Senior Spade to apprehend Villain No. 13.

and.

and.

and… .

Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucu

'ah… This smell... .'

Again.

Continuing from before, a mysterious gas was periodically sprayed into my mouth and nose.

When you breathe in this gas, your head feels like it's floating and your bones feel like they're about to melt.

Once again, the thoughts sink as if falling into the swamp of unconsciousness.

My head is heavy.

My eyes are about to close again.

no… no… .

Mind... I have to prepare… .

… … … .

… senior… sir… … … .

* * *

"How is your condition, Chief of Staff?"

"No. 13. "You're here."

The infirmary of the villain organization [Abyss].

Lying on one of the several beds was a member of the 7th division's hero club.

She was lying naked except for the blindfold covering her eyes, with her hands up and handcuffed to prevent her from moving.

A breathing apparatus connected to a special machine was attached to cover the mouth and nose.

From the inside of the respiratory tract, the hypnotic brainwashing gas developed by Dorothy is periodically spouting out.

"First of all, there is no problem. "For now, I don't think he'll wake up until the special brainwashing device Miss Dorothy mentioned is ready to go."

"That's a good thing. "I saw it a little while ago, and it was a very scary-looking machine."

"… So, did Miss Dorothy say anything?"

"… … "I came here after a lot of swearing."

Even today, the staff officer with dazzling silver hair did not try to look at No. 13.

Her hands were playing with her hands, carelessly flicking the nipples that stood at the peak of the club's modest breasts, which were defenselessly exposed.

He is an aide who always gives a sparkling look in his eyes when he sees No. 13, and his irritated expression is unusual.

"Are you mad?"

"I'm not angry."

"… "You seem angry."

"The other two people would have been very angry anyway."

It seems that the staff was not happy with No. 13's runaway.

Originally, I decided to talk with the staff,

『Spade's brainwashing did not work properly』,

『No. 13's stored magical energy runs out』,

Under these two conditions, I would have decided to run away without hesitation.

However, when the time came, Number 13 not only arbitrarily rejected the staff's claims, but also attacked the club again using a method that had been planned to be discarded due to its high risk.

He would have run out of magic power, and would have had no means of resurrection if something went wrong.

What kind of bullshit is that?

To be honest, everything went well, but it wasn't just a matter of means or planning. The only explanation I could give was "bad luck."

From the staff's point of view, it is not just 'if something goes wrong, it is wrong';

All you can see is, 'What should have been wrong ended up being successful.'

"I would have told you it was different from dealing with Miss Spade. "She doesn't take her life unless the worst comes to worst."

"I told you that this woman is different and that her chance of dying is over 50%."

"Really, what if something happened… !"

anyway.

Even though everything went well.

For the staff who had excessive admiration and admiration for No. 13, at that time, all kinds of negative thoughts and imaginations were flooding into their heads, accumulating worries and concerns to the point of saturation.

It's probably inevitable that you'll feel like complaining a little bit.

"I already got scolded by my boss and Dorothy… ."

Number 13 said in an awkward voice.

Did the staff report this to the two people in advance?

Dorothy stepped on No. 13's toes, asking if he was crazy, and when she reached the boss, as soon as she saw No. 13's face, she threw a flying kick.

――『Did you decide to die, you idiot!!』

I feel like the boss' harsh words of criticism are still ringing in my ears.

Umm.

For reference, during the Spade attack, the boss who only received the after-action report without knowing the details was half-fazed.

This was my second time, and I had heard that this time it was more dangerous than the last time, so I was so angry that I started whining like a bad-tempered Chihuahua.

I even forced myself to write a memorandum saying that I would never do that again and that I would listen carefully to what my staff said.

"So that's it, please take good care of me from now on, Chief of Staff. "I'll listen carefully next time."

"I know that No. 13, you will never keep those words."

"… "I'll try."

Let's say there's nothing I can do about the things I did in the past that I committed out of anger.

Anyway, it is true that one hero was captured.

In addition, as articles about the recent department store terror attack are already coming out one after another, the status of the villain organization [Abyss] is rising again.

I will have some say in the [joint meeting] that will be held again in a while.

ah… Ah...

Next to the staff member who was playing with one of the club's nipples cutely, No. 13 also teased her by fondling and pinching her other nipple as much as she wanted.

The defenseless hero, whose eyes were covered by an eye patch and restrained by handcuffs, looked like he was asleep, but whenever he was touched, he stirred and turned over, breathing sensitively.

Just a moment to play with the defenseless body of the club with the staff.

Not long after, the small body was picked up and carried away with a call from Dorothy telling her to bring it back as the equipment was ready.

The club, drooping and wandering in a half-asleep state between consciousness and unconsciousness, was unable to resist at all and had no choice but to simply accept everything.

* * *

Sweet...

――The 7th Division's base, its dormitory floor.

The door to one of the rooms opened, and Apple quietly came out into the hallway.

Big round glasses and hair braided into two braids like a cat's tail. The clothes are light and simple.

It's a simple outfit that can be seen as appropriate for this late hour, but if you look closely, you can see that she's wearing faint makeup.

It wasn't just a night walk, but I went out after receiving a call from number 13.

"Apple?"

"ah… Mr. Spade."

I tried to leave quietly without anyone noticing me, but I had barely taken a few steps when I ran into Spade, who was just returning to his room.

A simple outfit consisting of a sports bra top and dolphin pants that clearly exposes the stomach.

Sweat was beading all over his body, shining like pearls in the moonlight shining through the window.

"Have you been working out until this hour?"

"huh… I can't sleep. "I can't stay still for some reason."

Spade said in a gloomy voice.

This wouldn't be the first time something like this has happened, as Spade has had a lot of experience.

Still, since something like that happened at the scene where I was, I guess my heart was so heavy that I couldn't bear it.

He had a strong sense of responsibility in spades.

"Mr. Apple, where are you going at this hour? convenience store?"

"I can't sleep well either. I'm also worried about the club. … "I thought I'd take a walk for a moment."

"Would you like me to go with you? "It's very late."

"no. So, that's... ."

Apple deliberately blurted out his words and glanced at the smartphone in his hand.

Spade seemed to have misunderstood this just right.

"Are you going to meet your boyfriend?"

I somehow knew that Apple had a lover recently. In fact, I even said that myself.

Since she is Apple's lover, I was curious who it was, so I asked her several times to show me a picture, but she never showed me one.

"Because I have work to do with the club, I just can't sit still. … "Do you think it's pathetic to still meet a boyfriend at a time like this?"

"No, no. Not at all. "It's not like that."

Apple feels responsible in the first place, something like that shouldn't happen.

Because each hero is responsible for his or her own actions.

So, no matter what happens to the club, it shouldn't be a burden to others because of it.

Even if you say it's bleak.

Because that's the world of heroes.

This is a world where it is not strange even if someone close to you dies.

'Because Mr. Apple may not have had much experience in the field. 'He must be feeling more pressure than I am.'

If so, I hope your boyfriend takes good care of you. She doesn't have the gift of speaking in spades, and she doesn't have the confidence to do something like that well.

"Then go. "Be careful on the road at night."

And so, without any further suspicion, Spade returned to his room without stopping Apple any longer.