Secret's! [War Of K-M-DGsp-M4221] Locked OSO.0
[B1-8’] For World Peace (4/4)

September 1st, 2313.

Total balance in World Bank Secret account: 501 Credits.

The leader of the gangster members from the end of the alley, shouted, “He entered the trash! Quick catch―” but disconnected by the impact of iron closing the cover of the trash can.

There are, Ret thought. “Any, why am I ..”

Plunging far enough and looking up where the trash can was hollow, Ret hugged the woman tightly, while protecting her back head.

The woman in Ret's arms hugged her tightly and her teasing body shook, terrified.

“Turnpots this deep?! Shit!!” jerrit Ret's. “Whatan―”

Although only a few seconds, they feel plunged into the culvert very long.

Then, Ret fell stunning― with her neck hitting the concrete surface first. But he can still protect the woman.

The woman rolled over to the edge of the gutter and saw Ret lying unconscious. With her body covered in wounds, the woman crawled closer to her.

The blood flow from the heart to Ret's brain stopped immediately, resulting in her unconsciousness. However, even though he was unconscious, the worried voice of the******* was still faintly heard by him.

******* it keeps calling Ret, and tries to wake her up by wiggling her shoulders.

Then suddenly, the ****** was jerked and pecked on the spot while widening his blue eyes― was like being surprised when he heard the sound.

The voice heard by the ******* did not stop, and one voice of a woman from the corner of the culvert was heard by Ret, “Close the cover―” and wake her up immediately.

Lid it?! What―do we have to run, thought Ret, feeling astonished.

Still with a dazed and contemptuous look, he saw the ****** on top of his body looking at him with a worried look.

The voice from the darkness beside the two of them did not stop, but he grew weaker but was heard more and more clearly by Ret, “Hey, the man there. Can you climb up and close the cover of the culvert?”

“Siap―”

“Quick!”

Even though the urging voice of a woman being heard by Ret was clearly in the corner of the culvert very dark, she could still feel someone inside the darkness pointing upwards.

He saw that the iron staircase attached to the side of the culvert had been shattered and fragile. Ret had to climb it even though the iron ladder had been half destroyed.

While clucking in annoyance, he jumped up and grabbed the rod of the iron ladder, then climbed it.

Ret climbed up the iron ladder, and with great difficulty he set his foot on the iron rod. As the blood from his heart to his brain was still not flowing perfectly, he felt an unbearable pain.

He felt like giving up, and began to regret his actions. “Sials. Why should I have such a conscience!”

Ret continued to climb the iron stairs even though as she clasped tightly and stomped her feet on each iron rod, she would feel pain all over her body.

As Ret was only halfway up the iron stairs, he heard faint sounds of the gangsters approaching the trash.

He sped up his movements while refracting his jaw and gritting his teeth, enduring the pain.

Then arriving at the top of the iron ladder, “Where is the cover?!” Ret confusion.

He crawled around in the trash, looking for the cover of the culverts. Ret ransacked the trash around him, and began to feel piddled.

“Daily with 300 Credits. Forget about being an Army-man.” Warrior He panicked when he didn't see the cover of the culvert, kept swearing, “I swear I'll enter Justice-man, no matter what! Shit!!”

The squeaking sound of the trash can cover opened, as he looked at the culvert cover covered in black plastic waste and grabbed it straight away while re-entering the culvert.

Ret grasped tightly the cover of the sewer― with a doorknob like the rudder of a pirate ship, then slammed it inside.

One gangster member caught a glimpse of Ret going into the sewers, shouting, “Bos! In this trash can there is the entrance of the culvert―” and the yelling sound is interrupted by the sound of iron impact when closing the culvert cover.

Damnit. If I were a member of the Justice-man Unit right now, dealing with this situation would be easier, huh, Ret thought.

The closure of the culvert, which the gangster calls the door, immediately locks automatically.

But suddenly, Ret lost her grip and footing on the iron rod of the ladder, then plunged back in.

“Ugh, dammit, why should I get this far ...” muttered Ret, looking at the tightly closed iron door of the culvert that was right on top of it. “I really have to be a Justice-man Unit Member, huh, for sure, For Peace―”

World ....

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