65 Thirty-one stories: The Dog of the Organization.

"What do you mean, interrogate?

"It means exactly what you say."

To Oz's question, I answered as I approached the man who would fall at my feet.

"I've given up until now because it's going to take a lot of work to get rid of the poison for self-determination. But if Oz is here, no problem.... I'll take the time to interrogate this man. In the meantime, keep an eye on Mize."

Pull the lips of a man falling on his back outwards with his fingers and visualize the poison for self-determination hidden behind his back teeth. The poison was in a translucent bag. Did you install it with a special tool or if you don't carefully peel off the adhesive surface, the bag will tear.

"No, no, wait a minute. First of all, why are you interrogating me?

Oz asked me how to get rid of the poison.

"... Oz. I doubt the certainty of the information given to me by the Bureau."

Even though I explained it, Oz just leaned his neck and made him seem strange.

Inevitably, talk in a little more detail.

"The enemy says it's a group of criminals for ransom... but normally, if this is all the dead people, they'll decide it's not the right thing to do."

Honestly, I didn't think the escort job would last this long.

Assuming the current situation is hostile to one organization, I've already inflicted a lot of pain on the enemy. Normally, it's not weird to pull your hand at an earlier stage. In the first place, I've (...) killed enemies with that intention from the beginning (...).

"Plus the enemy is oddly equipped. Especially the poison.... That poison is hard to come by raw materials and is traded at a high price. The fact that we have plenty of them means that there's some kind of big back shield..."

"Hey, you know what?"

It's not what it always looks like.

Oz said in a terribly pale tone.

"- You mean you're suspicious of the Bureau?

I answered Oz, asking in a cold voice.

"It's not like that. I just thought maybe the information I assumed might be wrong. Interrogate me for that."

"Then why don't you ask the Bureau to cooperate? You don't have to interrogate yourself."

Oz usually behaves like a child on an age-appropriate basis - but she's still a former agency soldier.

It's a good idea.

"Right.... Sorry, I lied a little"

Even explained it in a way such as "I can't help it for the mission," but in fact, it doesn't matter about the mission or anything.

I guess we should tell Oz the truth more than we've been spotted.

"Oz, before I was Mize's escort, I was Mize's friend."

"... so?

"If the bureau starts to scorn Mize - I want to prevent it from happening."

What makes a group of criminals for ransom so obsessed with one Mize so far?

Why would the bureau or Chris only give us the minimum information we need?

And - the mysterious visibility that Mize has been going through here lately.

- Maybe Mize has something.

What does the Bureau intend to do with it?

As a friend of Mize's, I wanted to know that.

"Mm-hmm. Assuming? Assuming the bureau's laying low on us, isn't that something we shouldn't know? Look, it happens sometimes. Critical information that must be disposed of at the time it is known. Isn't that the Soyu one?

Surely Chris doesn't want us to die in vain either. If the bureau were to hide the information, it would most likely be a consideration for us.

But - the Bureau is an organization that moves the interests of the state as a top priority.

When it comes to taking into account us, it is a consideration for the function of protecting our country, not for our feelings and desires.

If Mize were to lead to damage for this country, the Bureau would relentlessly eliminate it.

As much as I want to stop it, Chris should be able to spot it.

At times of need, it's hard for me to move, so maybe they're only giving me the least amount of information.

So I wanted to get the information in a way that would get behind the bureau...

"I don't know. If you really want to do this, why don't you just get the proper permission?

Sounds like an inquiry, but Oz's eyes didn't look like he wanted my opinion. This is a concession, not a proposal. For Oz, I guess my behavior is something I don't understand. Still, there's nothing I wouldn't do if I just got permission.... so implicitly.

"... right. Let's get permission."

"Yeah, I mean, it's obvious. Soldiers don't deserve to do anything other than order."

Oz says brightly.

Inside, I was filled with desire to tongue.

We had Oz's help here, and we were planning on interrogating the enemy, but at this point, we're not going to get any help. Reluctantly take out the 'communication paper' and put Chris in touch.

"Chris."

"What?"

Turned up the volume of 'correspondent paper' so that Chris' voice could also be heard by Oz.

"We have captured one enemy. I need permission to interrogate."

On a brief note, Chris shut up for a while. After that, I can hear some noise with Gasagoso. At Chris's discretion, he may have asked a third party for instructions.

'I'll dismiss it. Kill any enemy you capture. "

I get the answers I expected.

Shortly afterwards - Baki, there was a nasty noise of some kind breaking.

Looking back, Oz, who activated Ligament, was stomping on the fallen man's neck.

Look at the throat of a man crushed flat, and I speak to Oz.

"... sounds thoughtful"

"Why? It's normal. 'Cause it's an order now, isn't it?

I whispered to Oz to tell him plainly.

- This could have happened to me before.

I felt a clear separation between myself and Oz.

There's every difference in perception between me, who's going to stop the dog of the state, and Oz, who's not.

Oz may not have found anything of value right now other than complying with the Bureau's orders. That's far from "normal". It was no exaggeration to say that the soldiers of the institution were heretical.

It was frightening.

Haven't I ever felt this discomfort?

"Twenty-eight... something's changed."

"Is that what you're saying in a good way?

"Um, what do you think? At least if I met 28 like now on the battlefield, I might not dare report it upstairs."

"This is not a battlefield.... Oz, the war is over now. We need to stick to the values of the past forever."

Stops words and turns himself over.

An approaching silver knife plundered my left cheek.

"Haha, good. Whatever your head is, you're not blunt on your arm."

I miss the protruding knife, and Oz turns back on his heel.

Looking behind me, I remembered her background.

Oz, picked up by his predecessor 02, began to mentor him, even though he was a girl who was not even old enough. The people of the institution laughed with their noses at Oz's behavior like that. Nobody expected a raw man who didn't know where the horsebone was going to take over the seat of 02.

But contrary to expectations, Oz reached the frontiers of his predecessors 02 after a bleeding effort.

Some were blessed with extraordinary luck. I used to live in extremely high talent.

But... that's why I can't be so strong without any sacrifice.

What the girl in front of you sacrificed to be a contemporary 02.

I felt like I caught a glimpse of one end of it, and I felt terribly bad.