Dexmon raised his iPad and tapped his head to Yesung, who now put up a standby pose. As if dealing with thousands of soldiers—no, even a small child before him is much more terrible. " I'll blow your head off if you don't take me to Lia," Jeremy said coldly, staring intently at Dexmon's dark black eyeballs.
"Meoow..."
This time, Timmy's voice, replacing Dexmon's, staring at the big man in the military camp. His gaze implied pity that Jeremy's age, which was not even twice the age of his master, could have ended this second.
"You are more disgusting than the filth of Jewish soldiers," Dexmon's voice was impressed, very piercing with the contents of his ejection." Stop dreaming that the Communist prince will welcome you as his lover. You'll swallow Uranium when you get there."
Fint wanted to stop Dexmon, but another voice interrupted him. "He will accept you later, Mr. Baldwin. The peace you promised him will make him survive", Halbert interrupted, giving the typical input of an educated person.
"You dumb ass! He couldn't even say a word because of the depression caused by the kidnapping of this boy!" Jeremy's breath sounded hunting. "He will kill himself like the dark history of the North Korean people, it's their custom," and the coherent man turns into a melancholic.
The black Persian cat on Dexmon's head moved into Jeremy's lap. "Shut your mouth!" this is Timmy's deep voice -the cat became a human, squeezed Jeremy's body, and pointed his folding knife at the White neck of the man whose full name is Jeremy-Diavolo-Baldwin. Jeremy didn't flinch at all, and he looked back at Timmy with a defiant look.
Bibb ... biibb... bib…
"This tool is called a red thread," Dexmon said, showing a small chip between his index and middle fingers. "I planted it inside Jonah's body, this chip can BOOOM—you know what I mean right?"
"Are you threatening me?" Jeremy couldn't hold back his emotions. He wanted to grab Dexmon's tiny body and break the little boy's neck right now.
"This Chip is connected to you. I installed it when I unplugged the biological GPS attached to your body, Jeremy. When you die and when your body temperature drops to 'dead,' then the device dies, and the chip in Jonah's body will explode."
"What the-?"
"The point is if you don't want to kill someone with the same mistake, then take good care of your life," Fint in place of Dexmon spoke. A child-like Dexmon is not fit to say such vile things for real.
~G.0.D~
"I don't give a fuck, Sammy! You have to pick me up first," Vixon squealed, staring intently at Dexmon on his computer screen; Dexmon just rolled his eyes, bored. Vixon has never changed; he wants everything himself, which sometimes makes Dexmon feel like Vixon is the same as a boy. Annoying and noisy.
Vixon's lips pursed, his eyes already indicating that his old friend had not kept his promise to pick up Vixonas as soon as possible. "Come on, Vixy, I must go to Japan right now!" Dexmon winced a little when he heard a cry similar to Vixon's whimpering afterward.
"Pick me up! Pick me up! Pick me up! ARRRGH!"
"Shit!" Dexmon feels annoyed.
"Are you cursing me? How dare you, boy!" mad Vixon, pointing at the Dexmon.
"There's no other way. I have to see the successor of the Lee family."
"Wait a minute, do you said Lee's successor?" Vixon stopped the show and put on his thinking face." Doesn't that mean you're going to Japan?"
"Are you not listening to me?" Dexmon felt that his jaw was already sore when he told Vixon that he had to go to Japan first from earlier. "I just realized it," sneered Vixon, who then began to fiddle with the keyboard.
"Sammy, you have to pick me up first. Japan is under attack right now, and I think it results in a long blockade that will be very difficult to penetrate by water and air," Vixon laughed satisfactorily, making Dexmon take a deep breath. Why had they fought at the wrong time? "I have to be there to open the blockade so we won't be detected," Vixon put on his song face while lifting his shoulders as if hinting at Dexmon,' Nothing another way except me.'
"All right," Said Dexmon half and half unwillingly.
"Gotcha!"
~G.0.D~
Halbert chuckled a little when he saw Dexmon, still busy advancing, continue sneering indistinctly while stirring the soup before him. Yup, they are now in a 24-hour restaurant in San Francisco. Planning to fly to Amsterdam soon, Dexmon seems to be grumbling about it because they should be heading to Tokyo but have to change course because of Little Vixon and the damn war on the Japanese border.
"You look like you want to kiss the bowl in front of you." Jeremy broke the silence by insinuating that the cute conical Dexmonis was indeed the most fantastic sight according to Fint but disgusting according to Jeremy.
"Shut Your Mouth Big Head!"
A new call has been made by labeling fit to punish Jeremy and better maintain Dexmon's mood, which seems to change very quickly due to the smoothness of their plans.
Jeremy nodded but continued to eat. It's been a very long time since he tasted food this good—according to him because he seems to have spent too much time in military camps and prisons. "We're going to Imagine a city, you—" Dexmon pointed to Jeremy. "You will be in the front row to take me to Vixy."
Gilbert raised his eyebrows, a little surprised also that he seemed so anxious about Imagine City, which is not written on the map of Amsterdam, even though it can be said that the city is quite large. "Dexmon—" Gilbert tried to ask, but Fint's pat on his shoulder made Gilbert glance at the beautiful man sitting next to him.
"Imagine City, you want to ask him that, right?" Asked Fint, who was greeted with a heavy nod by Gilbert. It seemed their departure to Amsterdam and then by land to Imagine City was not a good thing." Have you ever heard of the Bermuda triangle?"