"Wow, isn't this too persistent? Can't we just shake it off now?"
On a dark night, in a gloomy alley, there's no way anything could happen...
I couldn't tell where the gentleman's white clothes had gone to my subordinates because of how much it had burst, and the blood from his lips was still oozing out without any sign of stopping.
Yeah - if it was shiny, unstoppable blood, it was only a matter of time before you knew it was dirty without even having to taste it.
He was a gentleman who never revealed any information about his organization even after being beaten quite severely, so he nodded and at the moment when the dull beatings were in full swing, he heard the sound of people falling one by one behind him, so he turned around, wondering if it was him.
Yeah, it's definitely something to behold.
I don't know when the nobleman's reinforcements arrived, but the authors of those reinforcements struck my subordinates' heads with iron pipes and knocked them down.
I, who thought I was superior to them, left all my guns behind. With a frown on my face, I slowly backed away, eventually leaving. Well, it wasn't a smooth ride, though.
I had been feeling something flowing from the back of my head for a while, so I touched it and my hand was quickly covered in blood.
Ugh, with a faint groan, the corruption returned to our organization along with the smell of blood and we immediately went to the infirmary.
Treatment? I don't even know what that is. My only companion, a medic, our organization's medical team member, is just going to check on me.
I wonder why I would go if I was just going to hear nagging, but how is it so easy to let that friend's story go in one ear and out the other? It's nagging that can even quickly lull a crying newborn to sleep.
Well, I wasn't planning on coming back today, so I guess he was planning on making a movie about boogie boards... As soon as I came in, his expression hardened and he gave me a contemptuous look.
And then his lullaby, or rather... nagging, followed.
I'm listening. Yes, I'm trying my best to listen. But the person who supposedly listens is now picking his ear with his little finger. How ridiculous.
"It's really nice to see you, huh? If you can't even fight, why don't you let your subordinates do it for you? Why are you making a fuss about me? What the hell?"
"Hey, how long has it been since we last met? You're talking so carelessly? I'm a sniper, you rascal."
"If you were a sniper, you should have just fired like a sniper, right? You couldn't even pull the trigger and came back with your head broken? And the first thing I said was, you came to my medical room and treated me like a piece of shit, so I guess you're all for it?"
How could there not be a day when I could not win against him?
No, what is your real job to be so blunt and piercing?
So I couldn't refute it any further. Why?
That author, the so-called medical officer, says only the right things. Finding the wrong things in his words can be more time-consuming and difficult than finding the right things.
But what could have been done in that situation?
A bunch of fucking punks came rushing in, swinging iron pipes at me even though I didn't have a gun.
Yeah, really, all I could do was run away.
" ... Oh, the blood keeps coming out of there."
"Yeah, so what? Get some treatment?"
"Well, I'd feel relieved if I received it, but that's it. Look around. See? Wallpaper, wallpaper. The wallpaper is white, so don't leave any of your vile, toxic bloodstains."
“What? What’s wrong with my blood? Hey, I guess you don’t know something? My blood is so fucking sweet, right? Even if you drink it on the spot, you don’t waste it, you big-headed bastard.”
"Oh, and I'm not here to get treatment, I'm here to chat with our doctor who just arrived. It's an honor, you know."
"It may sound like I'm giving a passing worm a try, but of course I'm working as a medical officer in this organization illegally, but I think my brain is a step ahead of Sniper, who says his blood is sweet."
" and... "
"If you're going to talk nonsense in front of me from now on, you'll probably have to come back safely. Otherwise, I might just break your mouth open with a bamboo spear, Sniper."
He took out a medical kit from the cabinet to treat me, bent down to find the medicine, and then, as if something had occurred to him, he straightened his back stiffly, looked at me intently, nodded his head to one side or another, and then came over to me and said this.
To be honest, I was the one who handled guns the most in the organization and was the one who was most familiar with them, but I couldn't refute his words and could only swallow the thin saliva.
He seemed to be swallowing saliva in his throat, and then he snickered at me and tried to brush it off as a joke. He bent down towards the medical kit, took out bandages and medicines, and stood in front of me again, examining my torn head closely.I knew it was serious from the outside, but up close it's even more horrific, and it's so ugly.He said.
I was so shocked by those words that I tried to raise my head again to ask him a question, but he quickly pressed my head down with his finger.You're undergoing treatment. Just stay still. What if the needle pokes your eye?That is what is being said.
"It's all done."
"Oh, I see... That's it. Oh, I have a question..."
"No, I refuse."
"What? Look, I didn't say a word?"
"Um... You just said about twelve words. Are you satisfied?"
"Ah, ah, ah really!!!! Now I know why I get all worked up whenever I talk to you. How come you don't say a word?"
" ... is it so? "
" ... I'm losing quite a bit right now, why do you feel that way?"