If I am guilty, please punish me instead of letting me go back to death in front of a steamer while grinning and giggling while listening to our AI singing.
"What else can I do? I've had enough social death. My heart has long been extinguished by the passion of the gun I pushed and will never beat again."
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Toru Amuro didn't know where this person came from.
As soon as I turned around, I saw him holding a miniature version of the TV on the sofa in the safe house and watching it, showing a "sneer" from time to time.
Looking at the screen from a distance, Toru Amuro felt that the blood in his body had solidified and his brain exploded.
On the screen was him and his contemporary, Kenji Hagihara.
He had just joined the organization not long ago and had not yet received a code name. Could it be that his undercover career had not even begun yet and he would be here...
"This hand, that hand~~the superposition~~strategic~~artistic~~such an invincible routine~~"
The cheerful music seemed out of place in the silence. The two people sat and stood looking at each other. No one dared to act rashly.
Destroy, world.
Purpose: live a healthy life and refuse to work hard