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What's this?
Are you by yourself?
Don't bullshit me.
Ryang-Ha Song...
Just who are you?
We're in danger of being attacked.
We have to escape, quickly!
Come in.
Donald Bachmann.
We call him Donny.
Welcome,
Ryang-Ha Song.
Why don't we have a chat?
This world always abandons the weak.
Children of war-torn lands raised as child soldiers.
Children of poverty, sold off by their own parents.
Children doped up and forced into dealing drugs.
Children born in prison, branded as criminals from birth.
Their existence is erased in the shadows of society's injustices, unbeknownst to all.
I take in such children and give them names.
That's the case for everyone here.
Are you trying to rope me into charity work or something?
Unfortunately, I'm not too interested.
Oh, it's nothing out of the ordinary.
I'll take this off now.
There you go.
Now, that was a lengthy introduction.
Let's get to business.
Nice to meet you, Ryang-Ha Song.
This is our first time meeting,
but your name is familiar to me.
I believe it's one of the names I once gave.
Huh?
Let's see...
Does that mean Mr. Song is our big brother?
Yay!
Hang on.
What's going on here, Donny?
He's not just someone who has the same name?
I never heard anything about this.
It's as I told you, Nikka.
Ryang-Ha Song was a member of my family, just like the rest of you.
The one here is a phony, deliberately using his name.
Hey, aren't you done with the garbage yet?
Hurry it up!
The ship's leaving soon!
Hey, what kinda trash is that truck taking out?
Oh, we were asked to transport it in secret.
For fifty times the usual tip.
Whoa, it better not be anything suspicious.
I heard it's just green waste.
The chef probably let some meat go bad or something.
Huh, I see.
Handing over Song, the threats to you, and his ambush are all connected, huh?
He wanted me to deliver Ryang-Ha to Barosela.
Which means...
There's a good chance they have a base there.
Good thing we decided not to hand this guy over to the police.
Depending on how big these guys are,
they might have the local police in their pocket.
That would put us at a disadvantage.
What do we do now, though, Chateau?
You aren't thinking about going to help Mr. Song, are you?
Of course not.
He's been a constant pain in my ass.
I'm just really annoyed at him.
You came up with some documents to build an identity for yourself
during your time at Santoukai, if I recall.
Identification numbers for your country of origin,
in addition to residence records through the age of fifteen,
an academic history, medical history...
And all of it was identical to what I'd given Ryang-Ha.
Now, who are you, and why do you call yourself Ryang-Ha Song?
Sheesh.
I was expecting to meet someone a little more important.
You're just a breeder.
Dude...
And your training isn't even that great.
Any kid can give their pet dog a name,
Mr. Supreme Commander.
Nikka?
Damn it... Jinon, you prick.
Who said you could kill him?
Don't be a dumbass.
Jinon...
Don't you dare.
You're in the wrong.
Stupid.
Idiot.
Doofus.
Jeez, man.
Everyone's getting hurt.
It's already sunset.
You must be tired after your long voyage, Jinon.
Get some rest.
Someone tried to reach you on this phone earlier.
Was it one of your people?
Or perhaps your employer?
Either way, I'm sure we can get plenty of information with this.
But I don't want to waste time on that.
Where is Ryang-Ha Song?
You're bringing yourselves in, huh?
That speeds things up a bit.
They'll keep chasing you until I come home, anyway.
You're better off giving yourselves up.
That way, Donny won't hurt you.
"Donny"?
Who is that?
Our boss.
The owner of the underground armory in Barosela.
The locals know him as the war starter—the Trigger.
You see, Jinon, emotions are like water and oil.
At times, they can strengthen a flame, and at others, they can snuff it out.
Until I set things in motion, you children must remain pilot flames.
And Mifa, no eating snacks in bed.
Understood?
Hmm.
Keep your strong emotions under control.
For now, that is.
So, where were you born?
How old?
You're up there, aren't you?
Like, thirty?
Maybe late twenties?
Nailed it, didn't I?
If you're going to interrogate me, do it when that Donny guy is around.
It's a waste of time otherwise.
I'm just shooting the breeze.
This horrible wound I got protecting you is gonna take a whole week to heal.
Why don't you be friends with me already?
Well, I'm half messing around,
but it's true that I'm kinda interested in you.
About your time with the Santoukai.
About what kind of hits you've carried out.
And, honestly, about whether I could kill you in a one-on-one.
Good thing Jinon did a shit job of checking you, huh?
If it were me, I would've called you on that.
Jim, can I ask you to do two things for me?
First, I want you to assign guards to my parents' home.
Quickly.
Pay for it from my account.
The PIN is my mother's birthday.
And the second?
The second...
is to oust me from Ritzland Support Company.
Oust you?
You're quitting?
But why? Where did that come from?
What I'm about to do now is on my own terms.
I want you to get rid of all my connections.
I was just getting bored.
Wanna have some fun?
I wouldn't mind waiting for you to free your hands.
What's wrong?
Did I reopen an old wound?
Your moves are so obvious.
I'm trying to play fair, you know.
Hey, what's going on here?
Raise your hands and get on your knees.
Quit messing around, Nikka.
What do you think you're doing?
You can't even keep an eye on him?
I'm just having some fun, man.
Don't go ratting me out to Donny.
Freaking spoiled brat.
Come on, don't bother.
Forget it. We'll watch him.
Go wag your tail at the boss or something.
Hey, old man...
Lemme give you some advice.
Always pay attention.
See?
Told you.
What was that?!
Get over here!
Contact the guards outside!
Huh.
I actually don't mind being messy.
Do we have trouble?
Yeah.
That guest of ours is wreaking havoc in the residence.
Word is to keep the perimeter secure.
Huh?
What is that car doing?
Shit!
It's a dump truck!
It rammed right in!
Intruder from the mountainside entrance!
Call for backup!
What the hell happened here?
He did all this by himself?
Where's Nikka?
Don't know, don't care.
Groups 1 and 2 are going to beef up the boss's detail.
Group 6 is to check outside.
The rest of us will hold the exits so we don't have to chase him.
Don't let him get away.
That critical hit Hou landed still hurts.
I even got hit by a ricochet because of it.
What to do now...
You should have said something.
At least introduce yourself.
That would make things complicated.
There's no point.
Anyway, what do you plan to do now, Ryang-Ha?
Oh, dear...
What a terrible evening this has become.
How sad.
Truly sad.
Whack!
Here we go.
Seriously?
It really was an old wound?
Who did this?
Huh?
What a lame way to die...
Come on, dude.
Fine, then. Fine.
Go ahead and die.
I had high hopes for you, man.
Oh, right. You hear that?
There's a hell of a commotion outside.
Maybe we've got another guest.
Check territory three via the property camera.
Don't miss them.
Are you serious, Chateau?
This is beyond reckless.
We don't even know if he gave us the right location.
Mr. Song may not necessarily be there.
Can't we at least wait to get more information out of him?
Well, not that you ever listen to what anyone says...
Chateau, it gets chilly in the evening.
Here.
I can't have you catching a cold.
Looking after the staff's health is part of my job.
I told you to oust me.
I'm already...
I can't do that.
Jim...
After all...
That would require various documentation,
reclamation of issued weapons and other equipment,
ammunition counts, usage reports, a farewell party, et cetera...
Heaps of clerical processing.
Don't go thinking you're getting out of work that easily.
So please...
Come back safely, please and damn you.
And say hi to Mr. Song for me.
We have a visual on camera.
One target.
There's a high chance that Target 2 is Chateau Dankworth.
You may fire, but don't kill her.
Understood.
Her loud entrance must have been a signal.
They plan to rendezvous.
Hurry up and capture Ryang-Ha Song.
Be especially careful around the exits.
Report your current positions.
Everyone better answer.
First...
Nikka.
You let Mr. Song go, didn't you?
What do you think you're doing?
Oh...
I don't like hunting corpses, that's all.
Why?
You always pop up when I least want you to.
Why can't I find you when I'm looking for you?
I'm driving her left.
Someone get around her.
Just don't shoot her.
Got her!
Cease fire! Group 6, gather here!
Hey! I said you can stop shooting!
Just get over here and give me a hand!
Hey.
That sure was foolish of you.
You're one to talk.
Next episode: "Help."