"What do you mean, someone from the Empire? He's a monster! Damn it, I got careless and didn't bring enough men." Even as Jack cursed his mistake, he rallied the others. "Don't panic! There's only one of him!"
He emptied his gun, then drew another.
"It's useless! After all that special training, I'm not the man I used to be!" Little Middle Part declared confidently.
Pistol bullets answered him.
"Forget it. There's no talking to you."
Thump! Thump! A figure flashed past, and Jack and another man dropped to the floor.
The man with the middle part walked up to Alex and asked in confusion, "You said you wanted to report something? Report what?"
Alex's eyes lit up, and he immediately answered, "I'm Old A. I want to report the gangs, cults, and organizations here. They slaughter civilians, traffic organs, and even eat people!"
"What?!" The man with the middle part was stunned.
"Are you from Nippon?"
Sensing Alex's reservations and hesitation, the man with the middle part grew serious and introduced himself. "My name is Murata. I am from Nippon. Do you have some misunderstanding about us?"
"Well..."
He could hardly admit that he had always been hostile toward the Japanese and had recently beaten up the man's compatriots several times.
Just as Alex struggled to find an explanation-
Suddenly!
Outside the wooden cabin, numerous vehicles screeched to a stop, followed by footsteps.
An unfamiliar voice called out, "Boss? Are you all right?"
Alex immediately ran to pick up a gun and search the men's bodies. "This is bad. There are so many of them. We need to find a way out!"
"Why run? We can capture them and get some information." Sword in hand, Murata strolled toward the door.
Bang! A red flash lit up a corner, and