Realist eliminated the Greek named Andreas, but upon his return to the control room, he discovered Jimmy and Simon in a critical condition, and Misa was missing.
A samurai was present, Simon informed Realist, and he seized Misa, saying, "Tell Realist, it's not personal."
The realist helped Jimmy and Simon get to their car, and then he drove them to the 70-year-old doctor who had been their town clinic doctor growing up.
The elderly man was sound asleep when the realist arrived at his door; he was startled to wake up to the presence of the realist.
"Hey, kid, what are you doing here?" the elderly doctor (Unc) asked.
"My friends are injured. They need treatment immediately," the realist said.
"Then you should get them to a hospital," Unc said.
"I can't," the realist replied. "You sold your old TV or something?"
Alright, Unc said, "Go inside."
"What were you all up to?" Unc, asked.
"Some samurai did this to them," the realist said.
The reason I always have a gun on me, Unc said.
"They have guns too," the realist said.
"What?" Unc asked directly.
"Yeah, something is wrong," the realist grumbled.
Their wounds were sutured, and they were given painkillers so they could rest.
Realist asked, "Where are your dogs, Unc?"
"They passed away a decade ago," Unc remarked.
"Wow, it's been a long time, it seems," the realist remarked.
"Time flew by," Unc said. "I feel like I was a child yesterday." "Don't think about me." "What's going on with you?"—"That you did"
"Same old story—everyone wants to kill me. I mean, the readers want me dead too," the realist said..
"What readers?" Unc, asked.
"You can't see them," the realist said bluntly.
"My eyesight is bad. Old age does people good," Unc said.
"That's a Black man kind of sentence—come on, you want to do the opposite of Michael Jackson," a realist remarked.
Unc countered, "You brought a n*gger with you." I'm simply pointing out that your bad luck is often the result of your friends' bad choices.
Oh my goodness, Realist irritated.
"Take a look at that," Unc said. "That is something to consider."
"No human is born criminal, racist, or bad; the circumstances made them like that." —"It's not about skin color; it's about the environment, the parents, the neighborhood." Realist replied.
"You used to claim you were a realist when we were kids, but now you're the one who denies reality," Unc said.
Realist ask him what the news says about him.
Speaking of current events, Unc announced, "War on Super 2 is at our door."
What the f*ck! That's one of the most repulsive names I've ever heard, the realist gasped.
"It's worse than gay people introducing a new gender name." Unc laughs.
Realist stated, "I love trucks and want to marry one of them, so I put a truck under my sleeper."
"My pronouns are hit by/crushed by hahahah," unc replied.
It has been some time since I laughed so hard, the realist said.
"Listen, I have something to tell you: my friend Misa was abducted by that samurai."
"A girl?" Unc asked. You made Diverse Group like in modern movies."
The realist asked, "How can I locate him?"
"I know a man who makes swords, and he lives just outside the city," replied Unc. "If you go outside the city, you will find a brick factory that has a tall chimney that can be seen from a great distance."
The realist travels outside the city and wanders around for several hours before he finally locates it.
A male employee, who is known for his diligence and independence, was present at that location.
Realist bought a wine bottle and approached him.
"I am the realist," the realist declared himself. This is the man who has a $20,000,000 reward. I bought you this bottle of wine in the hopes that you would divulge some information;
When the realist got closer, he discovered that the worker was blind.
"Yeah, I heard about you," the swordsman replied. You quite live up to your name, Mr. Realist"
I want to know about a samurai who kidnapped someone important to me, and he was so fast that my friends couldn't shoot him with their guns," the realist said.
"What a dangerous piece of information for a bottle of wine," Swordsmith said.
"All right," said the realist, "I'll buy swords from you."
"You can't swing a sword," the swordsmith remarked.
"I'll learn it," a realist said. "Give me a pair of your most expensive swords."
"I'm helping you because you didn't offer me money," Swordsmith stated.
"You seem like a hardworking man; that's why I didn't offer any money," the realist explained.
He is a member of the Super Justice Group, one of their financiers, and the money man, according to Swordsmith.
"Please, hand over the swords to me. I have some business to attend to," the realist said.
Furthermore, when someone gives wine as a present, it's usually in a crate, not a single bottle, Swordsmith said.
"Yeah, I know that the crate is in the car," the realist claimed.
Go straight to the office where Dante is meeting at the Super Justice hideout. The realist then kicks the door, points the gun at Dante, and yells, "You f*cking motherf*cking Black piece of sh*t."
"Listen, dude, relax. Let's have a chat," Dante said.
Each one of the superheroes has prepared to launch an assault on the realist by activating their powers.
"I am not here to talk. Tell me where Misa is." Realist yells,
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Dante replied.
I gave her to the client," Ronin said.
The realists begin firing at the samurai. His bullets are sliced in two by the samurai.
"You motherf*cker," the realist said.
In a swift action, Dante seizes his weapon.
A man named Hurkul, who stands at eight feet tall and has skin as thick as steel, grabbed him.
"Don't be stupid; you're not a kid," Dante said.
"That motherf*cker attacked my friends and kidnapped my friend," Realist shouted,
Dante asks Ronin, "What is he saying?"
"The client assigned me a job that involved his friend, so I took it, but little did I know that she was his friend," Ronin explained.
Dante said,"I sincerely apologize for what happened,"
Ronin! Accompany Mr. Realist and return his companion; may I inquire her name?"
"Misa," the realist said.
"Whoever you take Misa to, bring her back," Dante commanded.
"No, just tell me who you took her to," the realist replied. "I will find her."
"I take her to the clown," Ronin said.
"You worked for the clown," Dante remarked.
"Yes, because He paid me fifty million dollars for that," Ronin answered.
"What?" the realist asked. "Why, though?"
"I don't know. I never ask questions," Ronin said.
Dante said, Take Herkul and Tina with you"
All four of them depart from the hideout.
Along the way, Ronin tells Realist that he was unaware that Misa was his friend and apologizes for his ignorance. Realist understands that Ronin is lying since Simon informed him that Ronin told him to tell the realist it wasn't personal.
As they approach a river outside of Hiroshima, the Ronin uses his sword to stab the Realist's heart.
"My apologies, but that was also a provision in the agreement," Ronin explained.
Tina exclaimed, "What the f*ck!!!!!!" "What are you up to, samurai?"—"What are we going to tell Dante?"
Hurkul agrees with her.
"I will proclaim that I was performing my job," Ronin said.
"You f*cking snake," the realist said, "Let me tell you something, gay p*ssy." "If you want to kill me, then you have to kill me, or you will not take a breath of peace in this world, Cheng Chong;"
"Absolutely, that is exactly what I intend to do," Ronin declared.
Realist raises his swords, but the ronin moves too swiftly, and he has no idea how to fight with them.
"I couldn't track his moves," added the realist.
"I am fast, am I not?" Ronin asked.
Ronin slashes him many times, but he instantly recovers.
Ronin vanished beneath the bridge, emerged from it by severing its surface, and severed his head with such force that it soared into the river.
Two swords remain swung from the realist body. After a brief period of motionlessness, the corpse finally collapses to the floor.
Ronin casually mentioned, "And there is the fifty million dollars."