Kidnapped Dragons

“Wow. The viewers have already broken through five million. ”

“They also rank first in live streaming. ”

“Number one? Wow! Really..! Thank you so much! ”

This was a live broadcast prepared for the saints by the Wizard's Tower Agency (MTA). QnA. Fan Meeting. Or whatever it is, it's a device to bring the popularity to the outside.

It was not simply a scale of personal photography. On the MTA side, an external photography team paid for White's name and hired him. It was a professional photography team.

I also attracted some first-named journalists as I went live. 25 people came together for five live.

And the space that was being filmed naturally became a quiet outdoor space. The number of returning cameras has increased.

I know how to be nervous. Since he had finished all kinds of mental doping beforehand, Tim White's rookies came on the air laughing with disdain.

“I wonder if you came here because we have something to see.... ”

“Haha. Shouldn't the team leader show you something? ”

“Well, let me show you a little bit of my most curious specialty, magic swordsmanship. ”

“Oh, not now. As many of you are wondering, at the end of a live broadcast! Please confirm.”

Hahaha! A laugh burst.

“I know he's on the air. ”

“With that kind of thing!"

It was a time when team members were fond of each other.

MTA PD suddenly shook his hand at the shooting team. Then I called somewhere and left the scene.

What? Why would you do that? Did any of the incidents happen nearby?

It was time for the team to think that way.

Waldo: Search me plzzz What is this? [Note: O]

[Grunting] Is everything all right? Are you saying that the superhero industry is deceiving...]

Please respond.]

Strange letters began to come to mind during a live paid chat.

Some team members were skeptical, but decided to ignore it for now. Chat was coming up a lot. Only a small number of comments were made.

Then something suddenly happened, and suddenly the PD came running and sent a broadcast all-stop sign.

“Oh, wait a minute? ”

“Please wait. ”

One of the team members stared at the PD as if they were talking. However, the PD continued to curl his hands with pale bites on his face. It was to stop.

“There seems to be a problem with the shooting. Now, wait a minute! ”

As a result, the live was disconnected frontally at the time.

External station personnel questioned. The team members were more skeptical than that. Eventually, White couldn't stand the annoyance and approached the PD and asked.

“What are you doing right now? Fiddy.”

“Woe to you, White. Come here for a second...!! ”

“Oh, what is it! Why are you doing this!”

The only thing that bothers me is that the look on the PD's face was so frightened.

Earlier, when I followed him to a place a little further away from the shooting site, such a look caught his face as well.

“A paper plane!”

“What...? ”

“Paper airplanes! The name of the SNS account was" Suzimi Flies, "which was on the screen earlier! There are only Team White Industry right now, they say they are faking targets..! Well, that's pretty cheap! ”

PD yells because of zinc blindness.

White managed the look. Then I got angry with Dorian Red Deer.

“Do you believe that? Give me that! ”

I took PD's watch device. Then check the posts that came up.

[Search_me_Plzzz]

First revelation: Team White's target record for the past 67 days is 61 as they claimed?

In fact, it's 82.

And there was a summary chart of the attack record released by Tim White, and a piece of paperwork that looked good. In addition, the public schedules that Team White has been working on between now and the end of the year have not changed.

I put it in one place, and it looked strange.

The schedule seemed too fast.

Even if they don't sleep and target, there seems to be an exceptional lack of time for unpublished targeting on the White side of the team.

“This... what kind of written material is this? ”

“I'm looking everywhere right now... Not yet... ”

White and PD did not know, but it was one of the forms within the Federation. However, there was no element in the photograph to specify the Federation.

So PD murmured. ‘Of course, I know that White knows who will...! This, people's reaction is now……!’ Below it were tens of thousands of comments in just a few minutes.

[??? Is this real?]

[What? Are you trying to help me by exposing myself? So Tim White worked harder?]

[Screaming] Does that make sense? Tim Mocci is out in the open, and they're not taking a break, so it's 59.]

Hey, they put a mochi in the white. Of course it's a level difference. blah]

[Don't bullshit. Can't you see the footage of Mocha's attack? [Top Tier in Divinity]

[I believe in our white team. There's no basis for this in the first place.]

[L]

[333333]

Once the photograph was exposed, there was no evidence that this was "credible."

PD opens his mouth like a cry.

“Is this fake? Yes?”

“You mean that? ”

“Well, right...? ”

“Are you just freaking out on one of these pictures and stopping the live? You just got in first place in real time. How are you going to handle this? ”

White replied boldly, feeling the blood rushing from his face.

In fact, he didn't know what he was talking about. It was spreading white in my head.

82 times was precisely true…….

The revelation was very elaborate.

The concrete facts of the 82nd are unknown unless you are a Federation official.

However, there is no way that a Federation official would threaten a sacred superstition in this way. The name of the Federation is not used like that.

White can't even imagine a 'fifth grade agent' with powers similar to those of the Federation's fifth transcendent, making him even more confused.

Then it was time. Suddenly, White's watch shook.

It was a phone call.

White, who saw the number, was frightened.

[+00 0000000000]

A number that is national and has a mismarking restriction.

I realized it intuitively.

I am the 'driver’ of this…….

His eyes are darkened. He calls himself.

There seems to be a big wound somewhere in your body. I felt this way when the blood escaped without being able to walk.

“Well, can we resume broadcasting? ”

“No! Wait! Stop fucking whining! ”

I greeted the PD without even knowing, and White got off the phone.

“Who are you? ”

The heart jumps like crazy.

The answer was not heard, so White yelled.

“Hey, hey! Who are you? What the hell are you doing? ”

― White McDonald. What's wrong with your voice?

A voice modulated with a high pitch flows.

It was not a great modulation technique, it was a basic voice call modulation function. Used to fool around with friends.

“What, you son of a bitch? ”

- It's been a while. You still don't know what's going on? The Horse Tower raised all this stuff.

Kung. There seems to be a drop of lead in your mind.

The situation is coming a little closer. His fingertips were sharpened.

― Wake up. Everything you've built is about to fall apart.

“Who, who, who... Why, why, why are you doing this to me.... ”

― I warned you. You should have listened to me when you gave me a chance.

Then White recalls a warning message that had never been written in a paid message a few days ago.

I thought he was just some kind of psychopath.....

― Think of it as a boycott or a boycott in a movie. And I have a lot of evidence. To hold something else in your arms.

“Do you know how to survive this... ”

― I have to worry about your comfort.

“ ……. ”

I knew it was a life stacked on a rocky rock.

When I was blind to greed and made the wrong judgement, there were times when I was worried that this day might not come.

White trembled.

― I'm going to do this to you now. I intend to stop the useless revelation if you follow my instructions. I mean it, so from now on, all you have to do is answer. "Yes." You got it?

“Well, well, what do you want to ask…. ”

There is no answer.

Why is there no answer? Because you didn't answer yes?

It was when White was terrified by his silence. Over there, the PD shouts.

“Hey, there! Woe to you, White! Is the phone important!? ”

“Why! What is it?! ”

“New post on Exposure SNS has been updated…! ”

White quickly identified the post as being renewed with his watch.

[Search_me_Plzzz]

Of the 82, the majority were from across South America and North America. Strangely enough, four missions took place in the East Asia Branch.

“Yes?”

Again, there was an unambiguous photo of the evidence.

Some comments that run in real time are like, “Yes?" I was speculating on what.

This was also falsely targeted……. White bites his teeth.

“Yes, I will answer as an example…. I, I, please don't tell... ”

Then I heard the whisperer's voice.

― You're wearing an earring, right? Go and turn it back on.

“Yes? Ah, ah... yes. ”

What are you trying to tell me? I can't beat my heart, so I'm freaking out.

The moment I was exposed to too great a mental shock, the force was released on my legs. White, who was twisting, sat on the floor.

- You're not going?

“Go, go, go... ”

Still, I quietly moved back to my place as I asked. PD approached and asked what was going on, and White shook his head.

“Resume broadcasting. ”

“Yes?”

“Hey, this is all fine. Bar, bar, resume broadcasting. ”

I went back and sat down. Until then, the shooters, external journalists, and team members were silent for a moment.

“What, is the problem solved? ”

“Agari, shut up. Before tearing... ”

“Eh...? ”

Teammates are cold. However, White's voice is so small that it doesn't appear to be on the microphone.

This was originally their relationship. White is the poisonous general of the one-man team. The only thing that seems reconciled is the concept, and it is the relationship of win-win to each other that makes reference.

Then the PD ran and threw an OK sign to the choreographer and the camera.

The broadcast is resuming. The team members smiled awkwardly and apologized to the new viewers. He said there was an internal problem for a while.

In the meantime, I heard a voice modulated by In-ear.

― Do as you're told.

I don't know how frightening that word is.

This was live.

The opponent will still be looking at himself.

“…… Yes. ”

However, White was forced to speak without being put in the microphone.

* * *

The view. Tim Rare brightens the mood.

They were watching live from their rented Soho office with a large display. Each watch was viewing a social media account in Surprise Flies.

“That son of a bitch is freaking out...! ”

“Ahahaha! Did you just see them panic next to each other? ”

The one I hated so much is confused in real time. It felt like a tight tube had been blown through.

After being assured that they would not be destroyed by incompetence, they could now also smile comfortably in the fall.

Again, close to 3 million viewers gather.

“What do you want me to do? You might want to make fun of it before you pop the channel. ”

Maintenance asked.

Are you kidding me? They can't speak with their eyes. Young beginners were still difficult to maintain.

I didn't know such an atmosphere. Until then, Autumn, who had only seen her with a chick, pranced playfully to twist this atmosphere.

“Say Farrah Nose…! ”

Sometimes summer was a dirty thing my sister did.

* * *

Exactly five seconds.

White started digging his nose during a live broadcast.

In front of three million viewers.