Mecha Start, Nuclear Bomb Tokyo

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"And you, Satomi Rentaro, it's not that you don't know how these people treat the cursed son...? To them, the cursed son is not even a human being... Do you think they will care about the cursed son's life or death? And give up emissions?"

When An Yi said these words, her tone didn't change at all.

But his sharp words were like knives.

The damage was even greater than a direct punch on Rentaro Satomi's face.

Satomi Rentaro shook his head feebly, he really wanted to refute An Yi's point of view.

But the more I want to refute.

The more the facts are placed in front of oneself.

As An Yi said.

No one cares about the life and death of the son of the curse living in the outer perimeter.

Want them to stop polluting for the sake of the son of the curse...?

This is simply a fool's dream.

but--

"No matter what you say..."

Satomi Rentaro held on to the last ounce of his insistence: "To kill is to kill, and to break the law is to break the law... If you break the law, I must arrest you."

Yes.

No matter how justifiable the reasons may be for An Yi.

How to have a proper excuse.

To kill is to kill.

It's unquestionably a crime.

he.

Satomi Rentaro must arrest An Yi.

Satomi Rentaro took a deep breath, although the hesitation and confusion just now were still entangled in his heart.

But there was no doubt about what was to be done.

He wants to bring the ease in front of him to justice——

Because he thought of it.

When he came to this place, the person in charge of the Baimu factory had a benevolent expression on his face.

In any case, he must be given a fair explanation.

Satomi Rentaro had set up his martial arts stance and was ready to strike.

However...

"Killing is killing..."

The An Yi in front of him didn't mean to resist at all.

He just watched Rentaro's movements in front of him, and nodded: "I totally agree with what you said."

This time... An Yi didn't deny it.

Instead, he nodded in agreement.

But when he finished speaking, he reached into his pocket, took out something, and threw it over while Satomi Rentaro watched.

"This is...?"

Satomi Rentaro looked at the mobile phone that An Yi threw over, with a strange expression on his face.

"The answer you want is in there."

An Yi was still so calm.

That kind of attitude of course-not so much that he is a criminal who is about to be arrested by Satomi Rentaro, it is better to say that he is interrogating Satomi Rentaro in reverse.

Satomi Rentaro looked at the mobile phone in his hand, hesitated for a long time before turning on the mobile phone in his hand.

Look with both eyes.

But just at the first glance, his expression has completely changed.

Stomach is twitching!

The expression is twisting!

Pupils shrink!

Satomi Rentaro couldn't even make a sound, so he opened his mouth weakly.

"What's wrong...? Rentaro?"

Aihara Enju who was next to him noticed that Satomi Rentaro's state was not right, so he couldn't help asking, and then cast his eyes on the phone screen.

Then—

"vomit--!!!"

An indescribable feeling of vomiting welled up in my heart.

Aihara Yanju couldn't bear it any longer, and directly vomited out all the contents in her stomach pouch.

the reason is simple.

On the screen of the mobile phone thrown by An Yi... there was a sadistic and bloody scene that ordinary people could not understand.

The girl's body was naked and cold, hanging in the air by sharp iron hooks like pork waiting to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse.

The stomach was torn open by a sharp knife, and many internal organs were artificially emptied, leaving only the organs that could barely sustain life.

Blood comes with grease.

Those bright red eyes opened blankly.

Blood oozed from the corner of the mouth.

And under the iron hook hanging her, there are small knives, jigsaws, iron awls covered with minced meat...

These things were neatly placed on the table.

At the same time, there are laughter and laughter in the video, like the laughter of ghosts and monsters.

"I can't do it, I can't do it! Sure enough, living in the outer peripheral area every day, I need this kind of thing to vent! It's a routine activity once a week!"

"Obviously my stomach was almost emptied, but I'm still alive! Isn't this so interesting?"

"Sure enough, they are descendants of those bugs... This vitality is too tenacious."

The person who recorded the video laughed when he said this.

This laughter was like a nightmare, tormenting Satomi Rentaro crazily.

And at the moment when the angle of view of the video turns.

Satomi Rentaro clearly saw it.

The person in charge of the Shiraki factory that he met when he came to the outer peripheral area seemed kind-hearted.

In the video, his face is full of sternness, and the corners of his mouth are twisted to the sides, revealing a violent and crazy smile.

In a dark factory.

Full of laughter.

And what makes Satomi Rentaro feel powerless and fearful the most is...

The phrase that the other party said in the video is 'a weekly routine activity'.

once a week...?

How many little girls has the other party attacked...?

Satomi Rentaro didn't want to think, let alone dare to think.

Aihara Enju, who was still full of fighting spirit just now, half-kneeled on the ground, with tears shining in his dull red eyes.

Is it just because of her red eyes...?It must be subjected to such inhuman abuse...?

Both of them had nothing to say.

And at this time.

An Yi, who had been silent all this time, looked at Satomi Rentaro: "Did you say that? Killing is killing, crime is crime, and you have to pay the price for breaking the law."

"Then I would like to ask...how should the law be used to convict a large number of children of the curse?"

"what..."

Satomi Rentaro opened his mouth weakly, he wanted to give an answer...

but--

"No charge."

An Yi watched him.

And like a knife, he slowly said the facts he knew well.

Yes.

Not guilty.

The laws in the Tokyo area cannot convict the perpetrators.

The reason is also very simple.

Because the son of the curse doesn't even have the most basic human rights in the Tokyo area.