Oh, it's worth praying to God that these "brothers" refuse to join us. But knowing "Him", he'd better specifically attach them to us in order to make it more interesting.
Returning to the team, I managed to hear part of Kiriko's past.
I keep wanting to ask, are you wearing this uniform, by any chance, not a police motorcycle squad? Hirano asked, looking at Kiriko.
Wow! Did you recognize this uniform? You're probably good at this? Yes, that's her. I took it when I was in the motorcycle unit. she said proudly, adjusting her uniform at the sa ti. It was back when I had to work in the patrol. I was the thunderstorm of all hooligans and was called "Precinct Kiriko". All this, of course, was before I t Ray's father. she spoke in a calm, serene voice, rembering the old days.
Oooh! Precinct Kiriko! Cool! excited, with stars in his eyes, said the Cat.
You're like a child. Saya said to the gun maniac, with annoyance.
Mom, have you heard anything about your father? Ray asked hopefully.
Kiriko shook her headNo, nothing. But I know him very well. He would rather die, but he would save everyone.
Yes, you're right. she smiled sadly, Ray.
The atmosphere threatened to beco sad and lancholic. However, Hirano quickly dispelled it. I see you already have a weapon, but maybe you'd better take sothing like this? - he said, waving the gun.
Thanks, but no. That's enough for . Kiriko replied, showing the spear.
And yet ... the Cat hesitated.
Don't do Hirano. Ray smiled My mom was once the leader of a won's gang, and believe , a spear is the best weapon for her. she spoke with a hint of pride.
Yeah... the elder Miyamoto drawled. There were tis...
Interesting. It turns out that Kiriko was a hooligan, after which she got into the police and began chasing criminals. That's funny.
Kiriko asked, pointing to the spear in her daughter's hands.
In general, she has been looking at him for quite a long ti.
And Shiro gave this. It's beautiful, isn't it? she said, happily bragging.
Actually, I didn't give it as a gift, I just borrowed it. Although... Okay. I did it for them in the end, after all.
Let see. Kiriko said, pulling the weapon out of her daughter's pincer hands.
Hey! she was outraged by the loss of the weapon.
Picking up the spear, Kiriko was very surprised how much more convenient it was for her husband's yari.
Then she literally scanned him with her eyes from all sides and hit the air a couple of tis.
Yes, she loves guns no worse than Hirano. The truth is only spears, probably
Incredible job... Truly A Divine Weapon. It's like an extension of the hand... I now understand why you value him so much, daughter. Kiriko said calmly, looking appraisingly at , and insidiously at Ray.
Yeah, I know it's incredible. And this Will you return my weapon?
What kind of weapon? Kiriko asked naively, hiding the spear behind her back.
MOM! Don't joke like that! Give back my spear! Ray exclaid with resentnt and indignation.
Do you really feel sorry for your mother? It would be a great gift for my birthday. the mother called sensually to her daughter.
I've already given you a gift! Ikebana!
This is for the next
It's only in six months! Give my weapon, if you want the sa Yari so much, then ask for Shiro! After all, it was he who bound them! Ray shouted, pointing at with her finger.
God, she had just recently reproached her mother for attracting walkers by screaming. And she's no better...
Hearing that the spears were made by , Kiriko was surprised. Apparently I thought that I inherited the weapon or bought it, and now it turns out that I am the creator of the "divine" weapon. And I am at arm's length from her ... there is no better chance to find.
Oh~oh! So you are the creator of these masterpieces Shirou-kun? Kiriko said in a kind and affectionate voice, pointing to the spears and blades. She quickly changed her behavior.
Yes, Miyamoto-san, it is. I shrugged my shoulders
"Oh, Shiroukun, just Kiriko, don't be so formal. she said in a silky voice when she ca closer. Her shining eyes stare intently at my face, carefully trying to find sothing Most likely so clues known only to her.
"All right, Kiriko-san.
It's better to just Kiriko, of course, but it will do. So that's Shiro-kun... Can you create another spear like this just for ? she said, slyly squinting like a fox.
I would be surprised if she asked for sothing else. Seriously, her intentions couldn't be more obvious.
I can, as soon as the necessary materials and tools are found.
Great... and... what is the price of the question? she asked with interest, expectantly.
None, that is, for free. It's not difficult for
It really wasn't difficult for .
How is it free!? Such work must be paid for! Do you really think that I, Miyamoto Kiriko, will not be grateful for such a job?! She flared up in mock anger.
"No, of course I don't think so, Kiriko-san. It's just that in the tis that have co, money is only good for kindling a fire, no more. And I have nothing to repay you with.
How is there nothing! she exclaid, and then after a little thought, she added uncertainly There will be sothing... Let's say... What do you think of my daughter, Shiro? And? What a beauty! Sportswoman! And the figure is what a good one! pointing to Ray, she spoke like a rchandiser advertising a product.
MOM! What are you saying! You're going to sell your daughter for a piece of iron on a stick! What am I to you!? The product?! Ray shouted furiously in embarrassnt and indignation.
But, but, but! Not just a piece of iron on a stick, but an incredible weapon! Besides, who was talking about selling. So. Rent. Kiriko said simply and innocently.
MOM!
Yes, everything, everything... That it's already impossible to joke? Kiriko grinned, then, turning to , added in a low tone that everyone could hear anyway. But if you're interested, I think we'll agree. she said in a serious tone with laughter in her eyes.
MOM! Please stop embarrassing already! Ray shouted in an almost tearful voice. Actually, tears were already standing in her eyes and waiting for the command...
Okay, let's help Ray a little, otherwise I already feel sorry for her.
I am very touched by your offer, Kiriko-san, but I have to refuse you, since I have a companion in life. And Ray clearly doesn't like the idea.
Very well... Then how about...
And there were long minutes of negotiations. I refused, but Kiriko offered...
As a result, we agreed that they would simply be in my debt, and the question of Ray's "lease" remained open. However, the daughter did not appreciate her mother's efforts. I also lent her my glaive, I don't need it now, but I think it will definitely co in handy.
A dozen minutes later, the convoy approached, as expected, Soichiro suggested that this camp unite.
To my relief, they refused. This was logical, because the Yakuza did not want to lose their existing power, and the so-called "unification" was just the absorption of their people. The absorption of their power. It is better to command small "forces" than none.
And so our campaign continued. Suspiciously quiet hike.
Not a single clash with zombies, but in the shadows of buildings, nimble zombies were visible, looking at people with cold in their eyes. Three such scouts were easily removed from the "Tihar".
That's just the assholes quickly sensed danger from and now, as soon as I twitch, they will imdiately get scared.
All these events could not but alarm . Bad thoughts began to get into my head
And yet I was hoping for a good outco and that everything just seems to , but you know... Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.
And it's even better to always hope for the worst. So you are unlikely to be caught by surprise. And the disappointnts will decrease, and a successful developnt of events will be a pleasant surprise.
Therefore, having borrowed the second Tihar from the Cat, I got ready for surprises. Having loaded full magazines, he began to look around intently.
As a result, we reached the port so calmly. The fanatics said it was God helping us. The whiners said that the self-defense forces had already begun to act.
But before I could exhale, a surprise ca.
Walkers began to gather from all sides at the noise of the crowd. And the problem is not the zombies in the port. There aren't many of them. A hundred, maybe two, at most.
The main problem is the streams of undead from behind and on the sides, depriving us of a way to retreat. Apparently right behind us on our heels, a whole river of them flowed, as well as two crowds from the side streets, too, stomped here.
And the most interesting thing is that they seem to have been led by nimble zombies. Those who possessed animal-level intelligence. It is difficult to say how many of these dodgers, because as soon as I looked at them, they imdiately hid in the crowd.
About a little more than a thousand walkers quickly surrounded us.
Here's a surprise for you.
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