My heart just dropped; you pussies won't get it. I know emotions don't exist, but it's just a human mind wanting a human to survive. We get hungry because we need food, and a man loves a woman because a human should increase their population to survive, aaah! So they shot Jimmy in the head, the realist thought to himself. F*cking sh*t!
The realist sprinted for his helmet as the sons opened fire on him.
He goes to his secret room to get his other helmet, but when he returns, the old woman's sons have already left. They now realize that they must use deception because they cannot kill Realists directly.
In excruciating agony, Jimmy cries out, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
"Jimmy," Simon said.
"Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan," Jimmy exclaimed.
Jimmy yelled out, "Hell, hell, hell-angel."
Misa yelled out, "Jimmy! Are you okay?"
"I believe the bullet slipped on his forehead, only scratching his forehead," Realist said.
"Stop his blood, motherf*ckers," Simon yelled out.
After a few minutes, they successfully stopped Jimmy's bleeding, and everything cooled down.
Realist suddenly starts laughing.
"Why are you laughing?" Misa asked.
"Jimmy calls Simon a hell-angel." Realist burst out laughing again.
Jimmy freaks out and says , "Wait, I didn't call him the hell-angel; stop making things up"
Then Misa starts laughing too, and everyone starts laughing too.
10 DAYS HAVE PASSED.
"How are you doing, Jimmy?" the realist asked.
"My head hurts," Jimmy muttered.
"Then you should cut down on your mobile usage," the realist said.
"What the f*ck?" Jimmy responds.
"Have you found us a job yet?" the realist asks Simon.
"No, I'm not seeing any clients right now," Simon responded. "I imagine the world is getting better."
The realist replies with a laugh, "Haha."
At that, Simon asked, "Was that a joke?"
"Are you Black?" a realist asked.
In an offensive manner, Simon asked, "What's that supposed to mean, gay retard?"
"I am a realist," the realist declared, and then the realist added, "You know what that means." In other words, everything that exists is reality.
She got up and said, "I'm going outside."
"Me too," Simon replied.
"Wait, pay attention to what I have to say," the realist responded.
Jimmy expressed his desire to listen to it.
The realist responded, "Perhaps next time."
"Why don't we join them? We can grab something."
"You see it, guys"—"I mean, you read, guys, no one wants to hear the truth"—Realist said.
While driving—
Simon mentioned a potential employer, but warned that he was Jewish.
We need countless things, including clothes, pillows, plates, shoes, bed sheets, soaps, dish soaps, shampoos, and a new oven because our old one stopped working. Misa added, "Some sweets, too."
Wait, whatever it is you require, go ahead and take it; we don't want to hear, the realist said.
"Give it to me," Misa commands.
"What?" the realist asked. "
"Money! Duh!" Misa exclaimed.
"Why me?" the realist asked.
"Because you are the leader," Misa asked.
"I am not the leader"—"Simon is the leader"—the realist said.
Misa remarked, "Come on, he's Black"—"I thought you wouldn't want to work for someone of African descent."
The ability to stand by one's statements is a hallmark of a man.
Simon stated, "100% true."
"Take my bag, but I didn't say that," the realist said.
"Thank you," Misa expressed her gratitude.
Good, Simon remarked.
"No matter what, you must always wear a mask. If an anti-super saw you, do not hesitate to flee; they may know any criminal," Simon warned.
"Their law is terrible," Misa remarked, "we are not criminals."
"I understand, but that's what we are, according to their law," Simon said.
"You should accompany Misa," Simon said to Realist, "because me and Jimmy will meet the African."
"What the f*ck did you just say?" the realist asked.
"Are you…" "You really believe I shouldn't go?"
Simon firmly stated, "That's undoubtedly what I say."
The realist expressed surprise and asked, "What?" Will you do anything with the Jew?
I don't want you to F*ck everything up there, and I know how to talk to him because he's Black, Simon said.
"Hold on a second, you said he's Jewish," the realist added.
"And black," Simon added.
"How is that supposed to work?" asked the realist.
"I'm not sure," Simon said, adding, "Go with Misa."
Simon and Jimmy visit an African man named Mobambe searching for employment, while Misa and the realist visit a store to purchase supplies.
Just as Misa begins to speak to him, he turns around to find the realist trailing behind Jimmy and Simon.
Disappointingly, Misa stated, "I knew it."
To meet him, Simon and Jimmy travel to Mobambe Hideout.
It appears that Mobambe is tinkering with a live chicken.
"What is he doing?" Jimmy asked Simon in a whisper.
"You guys need a job." "What job? Do you wash dishes and iron clothes?" said Mobambe.
His bodyguards and Mobambe burst into laughter.
What is it that you require? Mobambe asked with a laugh?
When Simon said, "We are contract killers, and we have..."
The guard yelled out, "Sir!" Outside, we find someone; he claims to be your friend.
"Yoooooooooo, My boy Mogamabe!" the realist exclaimed with delight.
"How are the children doing?"
A deep, angry voice uttered the words "good" by Mobambe.
"I know why you are so cocky, hmm, mm"—Mobambe explained, "you are that super on TV."
"Yes!" the realist exclaimed. You, on the other hand, are both Jewish and Black. Oh my goodness! Oh God, you punished someone twice.
After a few seconds of silence, Mobambe bursts into laughter.
To which Mobambe responded, "That was a good one."
Put that nonsense aside and pay close attention: assassinate the head of the department responsible for drug control,
Simon says, "What?" in astonishment.
Realists asked, "How much is it?"
"Twenty million dollars," said Mobambe.
Suddenly, everyone falls silent, and Realist begins to make their way out of the hideout.
Following the Realist's lead, Simon and Jimmy return to their vehicle.
"WTF?" Simon exclaimed. This task is too difficult for us to overcome.
Yes, we can. Where is Misa?" Realist asks. Here are the items:
The realist enters the beauty supply store searching for her, under the assumption that she is purchasing cosmetics for herself. "There is a anti-super female in the store," Misa informs Realist as she sits in a corner.
"What?" the realist asked. I don't understand what you're saying. "It's not an attack on Realist."
"Look behind," Misa said.
He is kicked by the anti-super female. To block her kick, Realist uses his elbows, but her kick breaks his elbows with his ribs. He and Misa get to their feet and begin to run outside the store.
Realist shouted while running, Hey everyone! Anime is true, We got Mikasa chasing us."
"What?" Simon stammered.
"Waaaaatch out!" the realist shouts at the top of his lungs.
Those anti-superwomen give the car a kick, which causes it to slide into the middle of the road. Despite Simon's best efforts, the AS (anti-super) soldier continues to pursue as he accelerates the car to full speed.
At the moment they turn around, she leaps to her feet and lands atop the car, leaving no trace behind.
"Hey Jimmy, Mia Khalifa and Mikasa can both handle 100 men, but why does Mikasa have sigma edits on Instagram and Mia Khalifa doesn't?" Realist yells out amid the mayhem.
Jimmy said, "Whhhhaaaaat."
"Shut the F*ck up," Simon said.
The vehicle careens into an abandoned building after that AS soldier fires a shot at the front tires while being on top of the hood.
A momentary loss of consciousness follows the vehicle's collision with the building.
Upon awakening, the realist finds that it is nighttime and begins to search for his companions.
"Hey there, folks! It was even more shocking than the US ever letting the epstein files loose!" a realist yells out in the pitch black.
They are found by the realist in a cramped room within the abandoned building, tending to the wounds of the AS female soldier.
"What the f*ck are you all doing?" the realist asked.
"While you are here healing a woman who is trying to kill us, you guys left me for rats to f*ck."
Realists yelled, "Have you guys gone insane?"
"No, she brought us right here before collapsing," Misa said.
"She was trying to throw you all in jail so you could rot for the rest of your lives," the realist countered.
"I believe she wants to save us," Jimmy said.
Realist asks, From whom? From herself?"
"From you," Misa said.
Awakened, the female soldier dashes over to the realist, severing his hand before vanishing into the darkness. The realist takes up his weapon and prepares to fire, but he is unable to get a good look at her because of how quickly she moves. A realist regrows a hand. Set up a pair of handguns.
As he continues to look for her, the female anti-super appears out of nowhere, slashing Realist's head off his body cleanly.
"Oh my god, no," Jimmy said.
"I was thinking he was going to die," Misa said.
Simon lets out a piercing scream, "Chris, Chris, it can't be happening!"
"You don't need to be scared anymore. You're safe now," the female anti-super said.
"You disgusting wh*re, you murdered my friend," Simon said. "What on earth are you babbling about?"
"So you are his friend "..." That's not nice, is it?" Anti-super, said.
As she tries to attack Simon, the realist grabs her from the neck and starts to choke her in the arm bar.
Realist smiled and said ,"You think you can kill me? Hahaha, hah. A man who can kill me isn't born yet, and you just are just a woman"
Suddenly, the focus of the realist vision shifts to a man in the neighboring building, who is smiling and sipping tea. The same person keeps popping into his head whenever things get stressful, and it's causing him to lose focus.
As a result of the AS soldier's elbow, the realist's grip becomes loose, and she swiftly puts him down after picking him up.
When Simon lunges at her, she counters with a punch to the stomach. Out of sheer agony, Simon collapses to the floor.
Misa grabs the steel rod and strikes her head, but it doesn't cause any scratches. She looks at her and then starts walking toward the realist.
Realist stands up, deftly sidesteps each blow, and then lands a devastating blow that cracks her face protection—helmet and mask—and crushes his hand. She falls to the ground and starts crying.
A glimpse of her face.
"Hold on, she's just a little girl," the realist remarked.