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Japan City Hall Ministry of Public Security.

Subject Area 2: International Superhuman Security Measures.

It was part of the place where Yooseong is currently detained.

'I'm hungry.'

I thought of him.

I haven't eaten anything since I arrived in Japan.

I got on the bus to go to a legendary teacher's dumpling restaurant in Tokyo.

Yes, as planned, the work had to start after lunch.

It seemed to have taken a strange shortcut somehow...

Do you want something to eat? '

I was thinking about Yooseong.

Whip.

The door to his cell is opened.

There was not one person who came in.

Armored men pour in with bulletproof vests and special impact rods about the size of their forearms.

Five men spread out, and a man in uniform walks in between them.

He's in his late thirties.

He was very tall.

He was like a rugby player, with an outstanding figure and a plump, dry fit top.

His beard grew longer than his thin head.

A fist nose on a lip almost the size of a finger.

The Mute glasses on top made the cruel impression look even colder.

'You're not a hunter.'

I knew it was a CE user, I knew it with my senses.

Sheriff... is it? '

A little unfamiliar to the general public.

It's actually a slang for hunters, but it's not even an official name.

But the sheriff was definitely a presence.

There's no reason to break the law from the hunters' point of view.

However, if there is a crime committed by a hunter, there are significant difficulties in subjugating him.

Therefore, the state's power to subdue hunters who committed crimes was inevitable.

That was the sheriff.

Hunters who hunt hunters, not monsters, and superhumans who exist for security, not "hunting."

His opinion of reality was dominated by the hypothesis that those who had done 'dangerous' work before the appearance of fragmentation and cracks.

We use special forces or people who are trained to do covert work for our country.

That's how invisible the sheriff was. How did the hunter face the sheriff, most of whom had a ten-year prison sentence?

Bloop!

The middle-aged man sat in front of him, deliberately pulling the chair to make a sound.

One of the armed men on the right translates next to him.

"Oda Arthro. You don't need to know the title."

Unlike the voice of a clear, emotionless translator,

"I trust you know why you're here."

Oda's voice held clear hostility and boundaries.

"You have no right to hunt in this country."

Yooseong did not deny it, but nodded.

I said that on the way.

"Don't nod. Speak. Mr. Yooseong, this is not a place where such expressions work."

"Sure."

"Do you know who I am?"

Ambassadors that are not connected to what you said just now.

"Well, are you famous?"

"I'm not proud of it, but I'm pretty famous to people who need to know."

The cold gaze beyond the glasses directed towards him.

"And a person who needs to know me is a risk factor for visiting this country without a clear purpose. Yooseong."

With horses,

Koo-

The aura of error flowing from Oda builds the meteor.

The amount of CE from a core trained to a level, no more.

It was clearly intentional.

Moreover, it was not only coming.

"Analyzing those risks one by one is what we do."

Armed forces, including translators, are expanding to the left and right.

Despite falling levels compared to Oda, each one of them was injected with CE and knew the basics of error.

"I hate violence, but what we do is essentially the same as any other hunter. For the people of this country, we're doing the best we can."

A confined space.

Surrounded by many.

And many of them, most of all, ship pressure from a massive CE holdings facing the front.

It was a perfect hunting arrangement.

An environment that even a hunter, or rather a hunter, cannot tolerate.

In fact, this was how he controlled the myriad of 'hazards' that were coming.

It didn't matter which nationality, gender, age, and what purpose they had.

"Of course, if you do your best, everything will be resolved smoothly."

After all, even hunters are human.

In monsters, we must be psychologically diminished by the compulsion of the power we receive as humans versus humans.

"Let me simply ask. Why did you come to this country..."

"Vacation"

"Speak after listening to me..."

"Vacation. You're asking why I'm here. I'm on vacation."

"... I'll say it again. When I'm done, if I ask you a question, then ask me a question."

"Well, why don't you let the translator back off? It doesn't mean much anyway."

I opened my eyes wide when I came.

"Foreigners understand what I'm saying and I can see it on their faces. I don't know if it's psychological disconnection by talking through a third party. I don't need it. I didn't do anything wrong."

Yooseong scratched his nose.

"I don't know why I'm here, but I know exactly what the Special Defense International Regulation is. In the event of accidents or disasters that could directly affect the lives of civilians, the use of force for purely lifesaving is permitted."

It was a law that was widely accepted in every country.

Oda opened her lips.

About the problem of translating, Yooseong stabbed him properly.

In situations where it is obvious that you know Korean, do you pretend not to know and use an interpreter? Or spit out Korean.

It wasn't Japanese that finally came out of her lips.

"So, you're not accused of anything? Looks like this country is getting underrated, too. Nothing is clear yet. You just have to see exactly what you did there. What makes you think a hunter can write an order in the middle of another country and immediately enter a few lines of treaty? Do you really think that's the only way to bluff?"

A slow smile flew towards the meteor.

"That's what you all thought, right?"

It seemed that the stinginess was not communicated to him at all.

Yooseong raised his hand to kill the armed forces.

To be precise, the equipment they're holding in their hands.

"Those rods you're holding. Well, it's a good piece of equipment. If there was any possibility that you really did something to me, you wouldn't have just brought it with you."

A hunter who commits a crime is a danger that must be managed more carefully than anything else, leaving his strength behind.

If something caught up with Yooseong's actions, it would have to be a 'minimal' Geller gun or personalizer, not a shock rod.

The reason they can't do that is that they haven't found any evidence that they should recognize the asteroid as a real dangerous molecule.

In fact, the achievements and eyewitness information from Yooseong on the street was clear.

It is a great crowd to come from this detention room and hold the weight in the first place.

"......."

".........."

However, the heavy silence within the cell was not only due to the stabbing of the holes.

Everyone in this room was feeling glamorous.

Obviously, everyone, including Oda, was experiencing an error in its current progressive form.

Strange, isn't it?

Even if I was bluffing, at least a drop of sweat had to flow.

A line of wrinkles had to be drawn on his forehead.

But Yooseong was far from them.

Attitude to take the situation at all lightly.

For them, it was very disturbing.

"Of course, I'm not sure of everything yet. We'll need to collect eyewitness information, CCTV and other evidence. You can wait as long as you want. It's just... I don't know if we need to come all the way out here like this."

"I decide whether I need it or not. Hey."

On the way, I leaned my torso toward him.

A growling voice crosses the table.

"I know your kind very well. I don't know what you're planning, but at least you're not walking around this country. I promise."

"Well, does that mean forced return?"

"That would be the story of a time when things went very well. Depending on how much you do, the worst range can grow. We are elites who hunt like you. Unlike the beasts you're dealing with."

"Phew. Scary."

Yooseong pulled out his chair with a smile.

Ta-ang!!

With a dull sound,

It was his two feet that climbed onto the table.

"Why don't you make me lunch? I haven't had breakfast."

".......!"

Oda was a cold-hearted man.

Normally, he would have been treated with a callous attitude rather than a rash like this.

But without even knowing it,

He was already psychologically atrophied.

"Cuff him!"

But despite his instructions,

The men remain motionless.

"What are you...!"

You turn your head as you raise your voice.

No, no, no.

I tried to turn it around.

"........"

But I couldn't.

His senses detected a sharp pressure near his neck.

It was not below the neck.

Either way,

His arms, his torso, his legs, his ankles.

The tension of the thread is pressing Oda and his men.

"If you're going to call yourself an elite hunter, at least you know what a hunter looks like."

Of course it was their fault.

Containment.

In a small room, he was alone for almost an hour.

As long as there's room for a line,

Spiders never rest.

"I've been on the air once."

"Do you even know what you're doing?"

She was embarrassed and furious.

"We are the public domain of this country. You just put your hand there."

And I was having more fun than that.

"I don't know how I'm going to take responsibility for this... now you have no idea."

Oda's eyes glazed over the CCTV in the cell.

Through that, you can see the situation inside and out.

If Yooseong had remained still,

So if Oda and her men were so excited, they would be in trouble.

Anyway, what they did was twisted.

But Yooseong foolishly blew the opportunity himself.

"You've become a criminal by my hand."

"Want to bet?"

"What?"

He looked Oda straight in the eye and said.

"I'm not gonna be a criminal. No one will care what happens to you, and this will never happen again."

"Dream big."

"I'm not done yet."

He twitched his foot on the table.

"Let's put it this way. Twenty minutes... is too tricky. The Field Marshal will be here in 30 minutes. I haven't eaten since breakfast. They carry sushi, teacher dumplings, and buckwheat noodles on a tray for me. Of course, they've all been airlifted from Tokyo's tastiest homes."

"........"

"So I can get you out of here, and I can talk to the governor over dinner?"

"Don't be ridiculous!"

Screaming was one of his servants, not one of them.

"Does the Japan City Hall look like shit?"

"You're done!"

Men shouting in succession.

The face on the inside of the helmet is reddened.

Extremely provoked pride.

Even if it wasn't just this situation, they were all aware of Nakai's outbreak on Twitter.

"You're... crazy."

I said to Yooseong with a bored look on my face.

"Madness is not usually madness. Did you hide a bomb somewhere in the airport while you were entering?"

"A more productive guess. E.g....."

It was then that the door of the cell was opened.

Throwing out a fierce rage, everyone shuts up and rolls their eyes at the door.

Hopefully, the city hall troops will come through that door any second now.

However,

Pebble

What you hear is not an oracle, a sigh, or a footstep from a hard walker.

Screaming

The plates and bowls on the tray are in jeopardy.

Visual acuity.

The top tier within the Japanese police law was quite a big man.

But even so, it wasn't that hard to put a menu from three restaurants into one tray by someone who had no serving experience.

"Greetings."

and said awkwardly.

"Nice to meet you."

In the meantime, Yooseong stood up on a chair.

I gave him a proper burial.

The greeting was more towards food than a general sense of sight.

"........"

The visionary approaches the table in front of the door.

Until we put a tray on top of it.

Everyone, including Oda, was fascinated and staring.

Without realizing that the pressure of the thread they were imprisoned in disappeared.

"How..."

Someone mutters in a daze.

How could you do this?

On the contrary, the answer was simple.

What Yooseong said went through the camera.

The general sense of sight only carried out as Yooseong had said.

In exactly 26 minutes.

"Uh, why don't we get everybody out of here? Chancellor?"

"... everyone out."

Despite direct orders from the General Manager of Tokyo Police,

It took a long time for everyone's feet to fall off.

"Get out of here!"

"........"

The last thing I want to do is leave the cell.

A short insight passed through Oda's head.

"The country's … interests…."

When I think about it, it was a very simple problem.

Differences in perspective.

Anyway, Yooseong was a big man.

And that's why I was so vigilant.

A country that has pledged allegiance has taken an interest.

If we can succeed,

The exile of Yooseong was inevitably an astronomical gain.

I'm proud of a few government officials just to get a chance to grind him.

Really nothing.

Tak -

The door closes briefly.

Yooseong reached out to the tray and dragged it towards himself.

And he said,

"I'll eat well."

The process was much more urgent than expected.

So far, I thought it was a satisfactory trip to Japan.

The first time? It's a phase. '

Right after I handed sushi down one throat,

Yooseong took out the horse.