Leon, Jack, and Tom decided to follow quietly. Just around a corner, the three of them overheard the scrawny voice peeing and cursing at the same time:
"Damn it, sooner or later I'm going to throw every single one of these son-of-a-bitch bastards into the pigsty and let the pigs trample them, I swear."
Leon: "(Whispering) Looks like this guy's a classic armchair strategist. He was acting as timid as a quail back there, and now that he sees no one's around, he's acting all tough."
Jack, beside him, chimed in, "People like that are the most contemptible." Tom, however, shook his head slightly. "Let's not jump to conclusions just yet; maybe he has unspeakable difficulties." Leon and Jack exchanged glances, feeling that what Tom said made some sense.
Just then, the sound of a toilet flushing came from inside, and the man finished adjusting his clothes and started to head out. Leon hurriedly motioned for everyone to hide. Humming an out-of-tune little ditty, the man swaggered off. Leon and the three of them followed quietly and saw the man enter a dilapidated little shack. Peering through a crack in the window, Leon discovered that the room was filled with all sorts of chemical equipment.
Jack: "Looks like this guy is deeply sinister at heart."
The three of them stealthily crept in, killed the man, and then spotted a journal on the desk.
March 1*
"Today, they ignored my existence once again. I tried to fit into the group discussion, but every time I spoke up, it felt like the wor…
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