Resisting the urge to vomit, You knocks on Randy's door.

Randy's voice came out immediately.

"Who?"

"It's me, Randy."

You felt that the feeling of nausea in the room was gradually disappearing. Presumably, it was Randy who put away the dangerous things in the room.

When you are faced with something dangerous, he always instinctively feels a sense of crisis. This time the desire to vomit is also a kind of body, there is no signal from the body to "run away", indicating that it is not swimming towards it, and the desire to vomit is proof that there is a super weapon in Randy's room.

"Oh, wait a minute."

You listened intently, and there was a muffled sound of something closing in the room, and then there was the sound of Caracalla unlocking the door, and there were about three locks.

"Yo, what a rare guest, buddy."

Randy pretended to be cheerful and wanted to pat You on the shoulder, but You deftly dodged away.

"Don't slap people with oil-stained hands."

Only then did Randy notice his gaffe, a tall, hearty man, wearing a dirty undershirt with black oil stains on his forehead and palms, looking like he was repairing some kind of machinery before.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Can you get in?"

"Eh, it's a mess, can't you say it at the door again?"

Randy hesitated, he was indeed doing something that wasn't easy for others to know about.

"Maintenance weapons? It's okay. The feeling of danger was already coming through the door. It doesn't make sense for me to disguise. ”

Hearing You say this, Randy smiled a little awkwardly, like a mischievous husky.

"Okay, okay. Come in and talk. ”

Randy's room was generally warm, with orange couches and carpets, a bookcase with a flesh-colored cover of magazines, and a desk for the office full of wine, one of which had been opened and half drunk.

In the corner of the table is a photo of Illya Platier's everyday outfit, and it seems that Randy is not casually saying that he is a fan of Illya.

And in this warm-colored room, a hard black box stands out as a standout. It lay quietly on the coffee table surrounded by the sofa, silently exuding a dangerous aura.

"Can I open it and take a look?"

"That...... Forget it, just show it to you, don't pass it on. ”

Randy seems a little embarrassed, but agrees to Yu's request.

Then, Yu opened the box.

As the heavy lid was opened, You directly felt the murderous aura, from the murderous aura in the box.

It was padded with a red down cloth and had a lot of space for two eight-year-olds to hide in.

Of course, there are no children inside.

It's cold machinery. Machine springs, steel pipes, screws, gun blades, and a whole lot of parts that are so professional that you don't even know what to do. Among them, there are some shells that can be seen to be exterior, swimming in the brain to make up the final product, and the hair stands on end.

It was a gun larger than the heavy machine gun of the Karuman consortium, and a gun with a large shape was not necessarily more powerful, but a gun with more firepower was certainly not too small. This gun can exude such a murderous aura before it is assembled, which shows that this gun is extremely powerful.

You took a deep breath, closed the box, and after a long time, he spit out: "Good gun." ”

"His name is Berserker. I thought I would never see it again in my life. ”

Randy smiled inexplicably, his eyes full of loneliness. You hadn't investigated the information on the Red Constellation of the Hunting Regiment, but this Hunting Regiment was so famous that it was as if people might never have seen His Majesty the Emperor in their lives, but they still knew that there was such a person in charge of them.

You didn't know the details of the Red Constellation, but he knew that there was such a hunting regiment, armed with large guns with first-class firepower, to ravage the battlefield. Under the leadership of [God of Fighting] Badr Orlando and his younger brother [Red War Ghost] Sigmunt Orlando, they have played countless shocking battles.

Randy Orlando, formerly known as Randolph Orlando, is the son of Badr, the God of Fighting.

Presumably, this is the same gun that Randy used when he was still a hunter. The gun will be contaminated with the user's habits when it is used, so as to become more and more handy, this gun can exude such a killing intent, presumably following Randy across countless battlefields.

Sure enough, Randy began to introduce in a cold tone, "This rifle, when I left the Red Constellation, I decided that I wouldn't use it. But...... I kind of regret it. If at that time...... I have this...... How could that happen. ”

Randy is talking about the previous incident of the giant griffin attacking Crossbell.

If Randiken had shown his true strength and carried this exaggerated gun to fight at that time, he would have killed that guy who was nothing but his size that night. Perhaps, Randy is not as good as the Wind Blademaster in the field of "combat", but when it comes to "war" or "annihilation", Randy is conceited and will not lose to anyone. Even his father and uncle can only be equal to him.

"Now, I guess I understand, you've been through something similar. Because of the hidden strength, the people who value it are injured or something. That's why I was warned not to hide my strength. Now, I finally get it. ”

"Make amends."

"What's that?"

Suddenly, Yuki Tatsumi said a word with an unknown meaning. Randy scratched his head, he didn't understand this obvious oriental word at all.

"That is, if a hole is broken in the sheepfold and a sheep escapes, it is not too late to repair the sheepfold, at least to reduce possible future losses."

"It's so profound, Oriental." Randy sighed from the bottom of his heart.

For Randy, he has only been in contact with Yu Tatsumi, an Oriental, and although Rui and Lixia are both from the East, they have too little intersection with him. Instinctively, Randy has the formula in his mind like "Oriental = someone like Yuki Tatsumi = Erudite Superman".

"Now, here's your chance. Randy, if one day ...... I'm on the opposite side of the Support Section, don't hesitate, do your best, activate the Berserker, and kill me. ”

You seriously discusses the terrible topic of killing yourself with Randy.

This calmness and rationality made Randy shudder: why is this guy, why is he so indifferent? As if his life didn't matter, he simply considered the relationship.

"I'm talking about you, this isn't a topic that can be talked about."

"I don't have time to dwell on this. If one day, I'm going to kill you, you're welcome, keep your distance, and kill me with your gun. Don't be merciful. Even if you are serious, you may not be able to kill me, if you are not serious, you will only be calculated by me, and then die in my trap. ”

Randy suddenly felt that this situation was a little familiar......

"Wait, do you mean...... Dreams? ”

"What? Are you dreaming too? ”

Randy then explains his dream. Exactly the same as Lloyd's dream, except that the perspective has become Randy's, of course.

"Honestly, that suffocation feeling is so real, I thought I was going to die."

Randy complains while secretly observing Yu's reaction.

Even a person like Randy, who is not good at thinking, understands that it is almost impossible for two people to dream of the exact same scene. Coupled with the content of the dream, I really can't believe that this is just a coincidence.

In fact, Lloyd can also analyze this. But he instinctively rejected the idea. This overly upright and pure teenager rejects the possibility of "betrayal" from the bottom of his heart. Randy does this better than he does.

As a former hunter, you never trust someone too much. Today's teammates are tomorrow's enemies, and this kind of thing is a common thing.

"Anyway, Randy, I'll ask you to stop me when the time comes. Don't let that dream come true. ”

After speaking, he tried to leave, but Randy grabbed his arm with his backhand.

"Wait, can I ask why. A reason for me to stop you even if you will lose your life. ”

This is the point that Randy is most incomprehensible.

People are very selfish, and no one wants to waste their lives unless they have to. It is a strange thing that You can give up his life so decisively.

Thinking about it this way, this guy is also in his dream, using his body as a bait, and formulating a counter-killing plan on the premise that he will be injured. This guy, as if he was looking for death, is making a terrifying murder strategy.

"Hmm...... I have no reason to do so. On the contrary, I don't have a reason not to, do I? ”

"Ah, here it is, what about Yu-Tatsumi's famous quote - I'm serious, can you tell me?"

Randy appears to quip, then immediately turns the subject back.

"Reason...... I don't want Lloyd dead. ”

You turned around and said word by word. The serious expression made Randy put away the hippie smile in disguise.

"It's better for someone like Lloyd to survive than someone like me."

“…… I understand. ”

Randy was silent for a moment, then finally chose to respond positively. You, who got the answer, suddenly smiled: "This is the Randy I know." ”

"Stinky boy. Be careful yourself. I said, 'I don't want to use this gun at all.'" ”

"I remember."

Wandering away, there are still rehearsals for the Rainbow Theatre today.

Because Illya forcibly changed the script, rehearsals have become very frequent in recent times, and You is now beginning to regret that he rashly agreed to assist in the new play in order to repay the favor.

Randy's room returns to peace, Randy locks the door, pulls the curtains, and in the darkness, opens the box and continues to maintain the gun known as the Berserker.

"Is that more so than 'me'? …… Hehe, it's compared to people like 'us'. ”