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"Help! Help!" Nakano Osamu's wails tore through the air, "Sister! Sister save me! Sister!"
"5! 4! 3! 2!——" Suzuki Shinji counted down aloud.
Asa Katsuragi was in agony.
"1!"
Bang!
Suzuki Shinji pulled the trigger, blowing Nakano Osamu's head apart. His screams stopped abruptly, his body twitched violently, and then collapsed limply to the ground, his blood mingling with brain matter on the floor, creating a gruesome crimson painting.
After shooting the hostage, Suzuki Shinji felt a trace of strangeness. As he counted down, he was anxious, based on previous similar experiences, he would usually be shot dead instantly, his gun would be damaged, or he would go soft and give up on harming the hostage. He usually wouldn't get to count down from 5 and successfully fire his weapon, but he had actually done it this time.
Suzuki Shinji kicked Nakano Osamu's corpse and gestured grandly.
"Suzuki Group!" he bellowed, "Prepare to take back our turf!"
"Oh!"
"Charge!"