Chapter 156 – 156

“The detention center that humiliated me, and the place behind it… Japanese investigative agencies and the Japanese government… “Anyway, I’ll give it all up.”

I never forgot the humiliation I suffered. I still can’t forget being examined with my butt open.

My head is bubbling and I feel like another me will be born. The figure right now is 5000%. I felt like I was holding it in and then exploded with anger.

I chose a flat, solid ground and installed the mortar in an appropriate place.

Perhaps thanks to the Weapon Skill Lv. 1 skill, I was able to use the mortar with ease as I received corrections as if I had only been eating and using the mortar for about 10 years.

I inspected the gun barrel, gun plate, gun bridge, sights, etc. And made thorough preparations so that I could operate it by myself instead of 3 or 4 people.

I took out the map, measured the direction and distance of my goal with a ruler, and completed all preparations in advance.

Then, I started firing slowly and leisurely towards the detention center’s watchtower or the main detention center’s defense and security building that I was targeting.

– Boom! –

– Boom! –

– Boom! –

If you think of it as a mortar, it seemed like it would fly away with a ‘pop!’ Sound, but the actual firing sound was just like the sound of an artillery shell being fired.

– Boom! –

– Boom! –

– Boom! –

From afar, about 2km away, the sound of a mortar shell hitting its target and exploding seemed to be heard as a small echo.

Although his weapon skills are being corrected, he operates alone, so the firing rate is about 10 rounds per minute.

I could have done it faster if I wanted to, but I didn’t feel greedy and fired leisurely.

Did you shoot like that for about 10 minutes?

After completing the barrage of 100 mortars, which had previously been set as the target launch value, the 60mm mortars were roughly dismantled again and placed in subspace.

And then I walked slowly towards the Tokyo Detention Center.

The more I walked, the more I felt the chaotic atmosphere around me.

Something made me feel better and more excited. The shoulder dance starts automatically.

-“At times like this, you have to dance happily.”-

“Oh, Solomon’s cock. “My old friend, you are back.”

-“I was always with you. You just recently turned away from me.”-

“I see, I see. Anyway, nice to see you again. Since we’ve already met, let’s have fun again like we used to.”

-“Okay. Let’s dance. Dance.”-

“Good.”

I walked while dancing.

Doomchit Doomchit. Dum dum chit chit. Du du dum chit chit.

As I was doing this, I felt like I had become the Joker in the Batman universe.

Or, I felt like a dark dance guy that pops up when I type ‘Spider Man Dark Dance’ on Gyugle.

Joker’s stair dance and Spider-Man’s darkness dance. There was something in common.

I automatically felt excited. So, he walked toward the detention center, doing his unique, exciting dance

“Dance of darkness~♬ dance~♬”

Doom chit Doom chit. Dum dum chit chit.

On the way, I also wore the voice-modulating tie I got in the difficult world on the 5th floor of the tower, just in case.

My goal right now was not to reveal my identity.

‘I’m going to try this again. Kkeukkkk.’

It was an item that I didn’t think would be very useful, but it seemed like I could put it to good use.

I was thinking about taking out my flying skateboard and riding it… , I wanted to dance and walk around in this chaotic atmosphere, so I didn’t bother to bring it up.

While dancing and walking with great excitement, I took out an AKM armed with full parts from subspace.

This is because this kind of game is best played with AK.

The game company’s description also said it was an ‘assault rifle of comrades for the revolution.’

However, my AK was an AK rifle steeped in capitalism.

4x scope, 45 degree canted canted sight as secondary sight, compensator, large capacity quick draw magazine.

Since I was going to play loudly, I deliberately did not install a silencer.

I’m slowly walking towards the front gate of the detention center. The closer I get, the more I see the smell of gunpowder and the sight of the detention center in disarray.

“Stretcher! “Hurry and bring more stretchers!”

“The shells have stopped! “Move now!”

“I might fall again! “I have to find out where it fell!”

“Everyone move quickly! Did you request more support from your superiors?! “Let them know quickly that this is a war zone!!”

“Ahh! Argh!! Sal, save me… !!! My legs… ! My legs… !!”

“Patient, calm down! We’re going to the hospital right away… !”

I could see the scenery on the outskirts of the detention center reminiscent of a war zone, with various sirens blaring and ambulances and police cars rushing by.

“Huh~♬ Hmph~♪ Hmm~♩ Dance~♬ Dance~♬”

Maybe I fired the mortar well, but the temporary watchtowers and buildings for defense and security purposes that I had targeted were all destroyed.

‘Was it poor construction? , Or maybe the mortar is strong…’

It’s only been 10 minutes since the first mortar was fired, but the response was much faster than expected.

Is it because it is a worldview? It seems that all Japanese people have good skills.

Is not it? Will it be time for ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks to arrive in our country in about 10 minutes?

At the front gate of the detention center, all kinds of ambulances, fire trucks, police cars, and other vehicles were tangled together in a mess.

A large number of people were unable to step forward due to the constant sound of explosions, but now that I had stopped the bombardment and there was silence, it was a place where I could hear them hurrying to escort the wounded.

I looked at them and approached slowly.

A young woman in a police uniform who looked like a new police officer wandering around the front gate of the detention center looked at me with curious eyes and said, ‘Eh… ‘ When she saw that I was holding a gun. , No way… Make an expression like ‘.’

After a while, I actually said, “Eh… , Masaka…” I could see him muttering while spitting out the words.

However, the expression doesn’t seem particularly tense, and it looks like he thinks it’s a fake gun or a toy.

However, he seemed to sense something strange about the series of disturbances that had just occurred and the current situation, which was reminiscent of a battlefield.

Well, I didn’t seem to think that there was a crazy guy with an actual gun in the middle of the Tokyo metropolitan area.

“Dance ~ ♬ Dance ~ ♬ Hmm, if her face had been a little less crushed, I would have started with that female police officer. My lower coffin is shattered because of my overlapping teeth. It’s an award that will look pretty when you wear a mask. “I feel like a magician.”

It felt like she was trying to make sure something was approaching me, but when a nearby police officer, who appeared to be a senior police officer, shouted at her not to stand still but to help escort the injured, she was started and ran toward him.

Hehe.’

In a chaotic situation, she leisurely entered the detention center without any restraint and walked towards Building No. 15 of Building C, where I was.

The walls blocking me were completely breached with sticky bombs or C4 bombs.

Originally, the sound of an explosion should have caused a commotion and chaos, but it was rather quiet, perhaps because various parts of the detention center were attacked with mortar shells.

After being bombarded with 100 mortar shells, the sound of the explosion seemed like nothing special.

This was truly silence amidst noise.

I walked around the length and breadth of the detention center, which was made up of numerous partition walls to prevent escape, and arrived at the cell I was in.

I was able to meet my campmate again with the key I obtained by threatening the detention center correctional staff member I met on the way with a gun.

“Hey, Ren Fukuda. As promised yesterday, I have come to save you.”

“… Brother, brother? Are you really Jun Ota? Voice is… ?”

“It was tampered with. … How is it? I kept my promise. “I’m looking forward to the Shinjuku full course.”

“… No, brother. No, really, but I never wanted this… Well, I just wanted a private attorney…”

“And from now on, don’t ever call me by my name. Do you understand? “Never reveal it in front of others, and if you do, they will kill you.”

“Yes, yes, brother. All right. But brother. I’m really just a private attorney… , Ha… , It can’t be helped that things happen like this…”

Of course I knew what Ren Fukuda wanted.

If I really cared for Ren Fukuda, things wouldn’t have happened like this.

‘I just wanted to mess around… ! Am I the alpha of your life? ?!’

I didn’t say that.

“You idiot. This Japan is already rotten. If I get you a lawyer and give you bail, do you think your innocence will be proven? In Japan, if prosecutors indict, 99% of cases are guilty? “Once the prosecutor indicts, 99% of people are guilty, so do you think you will be innocent after being arrested?”

I acted as if I had done this to save Ren Fukuda.

Thanks to the bits of common sense I picked up while sitting next to my lawyer, I was able to come up with something plausible.

As if there was nothing I could do to save you from this trashy Japanese reality.

“Yeah, that’s true… All right. Now that this has happened, I will follow my brother for the rest of my life, who did this for me… !”

‘No, I just came here because I was angry and annoyed… I just want to throw it all away. Confusion for the sake of confusion… !’

There was no particular reason for Ren Fukuda to act in such a lame manner.

I just did it to make him ‘do this’.

‘This action’ was as follows.

I handed over an AKM firearm, 4 grenades, and 2 sticky bombs to Ren Fukuda.

Of course, the AKM gun was just a regular gun without any parts or armament.

‘Rather than messing around alone… Even though it may seem useless, you can hit much louder if you play with a tomani. Because humans are social creatures that must form groups.’

The reason why Kaeng Pan was selected as a detention center was also related to this.

It was a shitty place that brought shame to me, so I wanted to completely destroy it and shake off the cause of my stress… , There were a lot of people here who were dissatisfied with society.

Because it was a place where prospective ex-convicts gathered to begin with.

What would happen if we gave guns to kids who are dissatisfied with Japanese society and made them escape from prison?

Personally, I thought something very interesting would happen.

‘Kkekekekeke. Tsk tsk.’