funbook-pk Chapter 324 defines it as evil
Chapter 324 defines it as evil
"Wow, the rainfall in Izumo this season is exceptionally abundant!"
Pulling the sheet off Hanze's shoulders, Kuromon Haruya wiped his hair and goggles before handing it to someone behind him: "You agree, right, Vienna?"
"That's no excuse for almost getting lost." Asagi's eyes showed concern. "How are you? Are you alright?"
The incandescent bulb flickered for a moment, then returned to normal illumination.
Water droplets slid down the two men's raven-feather-like tactical cloaks, their solitary shadows merging with the cracks and the night, resembling the apostles of death frequently depicted in murals from the Black Death era of the Middle Ages.
Tick, tick.
Raindrops, refracted into ink, fell in front of their toes. It wasn't until Kuromon Haruya unfastened his cloak to provide supplies that Fanze Zhenren noticed they were already fully armed.
Adhering to the organization's consistent operational guidelines, all tactical equipment was made of light-absorbing black materials to ensure the operation's concealment.
The two-piece waterproof bodysuit clings tightly to the muscles, preventing muscle strain and hypothermia, and can even provide temporary hemostasis in emergencies. The streamlined textured surface of the bodysuit is designed to wick away wind and water, allowing for freedom of movement even in extreme weather conditions.
A concealed gadget strap hung from his waist, a dagger was strapped to his side, and there were several spare magazines...
Snapped!
Falun Ze Zhenren: (ノдヽ)
"Ouch! That suddenly hurts so much..."
A piece of cloth was slapped across his face, and Fanze Zhenren finally came to his senses: "Wait! How did you guys get in here like this?!"
Yoruichi blinked and tilted his head: "Isn't attacking the police station through the main gate a bit too arrogant?"
“No, I mean,” Fanze wiped his face, his instincts as a law-abiding citizen unable to adapt, “this is a prison break, isn’t it?!”
Logically speaking, when faced with a plot where someone is framed and imprisoned, shouldn't we strive to gather clues to the truth, encounter various dangers and obstacles along the way, and finally catch the real culprit red-handed just as they are about to destroy key evidence/escape/commit another murder? After an exciting and complex chase and fight, shouldn't the culprit be exonerated?
Haruya Kuromon, who is reading minds: Your inner thoughts are as rich as ever, and you guessed quite accurately.
"Well..."
He glanced down at his watch; it was 7:30 PM. He immediately exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no, it's so late! There's no time to lose, you need to change into your combat uniform and get going!"
"My foot is almost healed, but this cast..."
sizzle.
Asagi took out a gleaming plaster saw from his backpack: "We brought it."
"Then you guys turn around, I need to change my clothes first... Ouch!"
There was no time for hesitation. Kuromon Haruya pulled Hanzawa up and straightened him, looking him over so much that it was impossible to tell whether he was dressed or naked. He simply grabbed what felt like his collar and ripped it open with force.
"Ah~~ Don't do this! Vienna, stop him!" Fanze Zhenren said shyly, covering his chest with his clothes.
Knowing the workload was immense tonight, Ma Shengshi had no desire to have fun. He grabbed Ma Shengshi's leg and began sawing away at it with practiced skill, then put goggles and a raincoat on him, and that was it.
After getting Fan Ze ready, the two exchanged a glance through their goggles, then, supporting the howling Fan Ze, they ran into the rainy night.
...
"Black door, gurgle gurgle, where to, gurgle gurgle..."
The cold, icy rain slapped haphazardly against his face. Every time Fanze Zhenren tried to open his mouth, a bellyful of rainwater would pour in. He would then try to swallow it down, open his mouth wide, and then swallow it again.
It's like a runaway smart trash can.
"Good weight."
Heimen Yaoye stopped under a large tree and tossed his hand away: "How many times have I told you to use titles when you're working? Call me Butber or Team Leader. And Guinness, that's enough already. You've drunk so much water that my arms are aching. Didn't they finish feeding you?"
"I really didn't eat... Wait! Is this what I wanted to drink?! You guys just suddenly tied me up!"
"It's a literal emergency mission. We're going to launch a blitzkrieg on Izumo tonight." Asagi took a long strip out of his heavy all-purpose backpack: "Here, a chocolate energy bar."
"Thank you, I'll start eating now."
Driven by hunger, his physical instincts overwhelmed reason. Fanze Zhenren happily accepted the snacks and automatically muted his microphone. He munched on a very satisfying energy bar, silently watching Kuromon Yaoye push a heavy motorcycle, three spare rifles, and several stun/flashbang/sleep gas grenades out of the nearby bushes...
"Judging by this, are we going to war?!"
He looked at Asagi, hoping for a negative correction, but the latter wearily tied her ponytail back up: "I guess so."
That’s right?
What does "I guess so?!" mean?
Kuromon Haruya patted the back seat of the motorcycle: "Gin's orders. To make up for your huge mistake, the three of us are to wipe out the upper echelons of the local gang 'Cloud Mud Society' in Izumo City tonight, and pick up the person in charge who came to switch places. As revenge, we can also catch a serial killer while we're at it."
Master Fanze's eyes immediately lit up: "So, you've found the culprit who framed me!"
"of course not."
"Then who is the murderer you're talking about?"
"The most urgent thing is to get someone from Yunni Society to take the blame and clear your name. We can find the murderer later." He looked at Fan Ze with an understanding and tolerant expression, like a teacher looking at a student who still needs enlightenment. "Guinness, you've fallen into a misconception."
“We are not lawyers, police officers, or detectives. We are codenamed members of an organization, beasts that survive by hunting other darkness and shedding their moral facade. We do not act to bring the truth to light, but only to achieve our own goals by using everything and any means necessary.”
“Or rather,” Kuromon Haruya paused, pursed his lips, and turned his head to hide his expression with the reflection of his goggles, “...if you regret joining, I’ll give you one night to take your family and escape to the farthest reaches of the world.”
Asagi, the truth-teller, looked up incredulously.
"You still have your own life and family to choose from; you're forced into this. If you agree, I'll knock Narumi unconscious and then go negotiate with Gin. With my high value to me, I definitely won't die."
"What nonsense are you spouting all of a sudden!" Master Fanze hurriedly covered his mouth, looked around, and patted his entire body, fearing a real-time eavesdropping system. "How could I possibly abandon one of you and run away?"
“Okay.” Kuromon Haruya smiled with emotion that was almost bringing her to tears. The next second, her expression changed instantly. She held up her empty hands and smiled faintly, “In that case, can you transfer half of your points to me? I’ve had too many missions lately… uh, if you don’t want to, that’s fine.”
"..."
Fanzawa Masato took a deep breath, his mind flashing back to their first meeting—the rental ad, the photography assistance, the transformation of Kuromon Haruya from gentle and reliable to utterly unreliable during the mission—and a thousand thoughts coalesced into a single point:
"Kuromon Haruya! Give me back the emotion I felt!"
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
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