In the near future…

At a bar in European countries

“Ah…it's raining like the sky is leaking.” The jade-faced young man slightly muttered as he entered the shop. He folded up his umbrella and leaned against it at the entrance before brushing away the water droplets that had soaked his bag, as if he were afraid the documents inside would be damaged. “It's warm in here.” He blew warm air into both hands. Then he gently wiped the fog off his clear round glasses.

Then put it back on and smooth your wet, shiny hair up to style it. When finished, we walked straight to the bar and sat down in the brightest corner of the lounge.

“Whew!” A bowtie-wearing robot waiter moved to the side from another customer as he greeted him. “What should I get? Gentleman.” Its shape is similar to the rectangular iron man of the past. There are two yellow, oval corneas. There is a monitor in the middle of the body that shows the results of the work process.

He asked politely, as if he had been programmed with court manners from the palace. On the top edge of the screen there are letters that are believed to be the model of the puppet written '

RB06110T’

“Whiskey please,” he said in a polite tone before loosening his candy red tie.

The waiter robot processed for a while. You can see it from the monitor on the body that has the numbers moving backward. “5…4…3…2…1…Ding!” He raised the aluminum pipe and pointed it into the glass. Then a clear honey colored liquid flowed out.

“Three Pondings and fifty fenny,” a digital voice boomed from the front speakers somewhere. along with the drink price figures displayed on the screen

“Can I pay in cash?!” He reached inside the crevice of his navy blue suit to pull out his wallet. But the robot waiter answered and refused first.

“I don't accept cash. Gentlemen,” it said politely as well. “Sorry.”

The young man immediately understood. “Okay, Money Cash is fine.” He extended his right hand and imprinted it on the small screen. On the puppet's chest Then there was a bright blue light that slowly scanned the fingerprint to pay. “Duh!” The screen displayed the payment details. Specify the name of the account owner 'Jon Do'.

“Thank you for your service, Mr. Jeon Do.” After saying that, he slid away. The young man was left alone to enjoy his drink.

The soft orange light combined with the pleasant atmosphere helps drinkers escape from life's problems. It has a soft, juicy flavor mixed with a faint pine scent. filled in the throat It almost made the Night Hero forget all his pain. As long as I have this immersive time, I'll be satisfied.

But

Amidst the cheers of the alcohol hunters, the sound of a TV broke through the atmosphere.

“There are news reports that the court decided to 'acquit' Mr. Jones Hunter, the accused in the case of raping and seriously injuring a young woman in the Lincoln area. The court reasoned that the evidence was insufficient. This is the fifth time that Mr. Jones has been spared from being accused in a related case…” The news footage ended pitifully before being shamelessly changed to a football broadcast tape. The young man took a sip of his drink before putting his glass down and exclaiming what he had just learned.

“How fair is this?” the young man mused. Empty eyes looking at the clear water Swirl in the glass It was as if he was looking for an answer there, but his murmuring sound reached someone's ears.

“So what is considered fair?” The voice sounded old, not too far away.

"yes! What do you say!?” The young man asked repeatedly because he wasn't sure if he was talking to him or not. He turned towards the sound and saw a small old man. Probably around sixty years of age. His left arm and hand were gripping a large metal beer glass like Edward Ellick's Automail. His face was red from probably too much to drink. Sitting three chairs away from him.

The mysterious old man turned his head decorated with tearful eyes towards him with an excited expression. “What do you think is justice? Eek!” The old man burped until the smell of sour oatmeal reached the young man.

The young working man was not entirely sure of his answer. “I don't know.” He turned his head away. “Because of the size of the court, it is said that it has a duty to create justice. We still can't hold these people accountable.” The liquor at the bottom of the glass was lifted and downed in one go. “Plus there might be more victims. This is clearly a crime,” he commented.

Having said that, I really want to smack that guy with my fists.”

As soon as the last sentence was finished It was like stimulating some thoughts of a drunk man. “And if there is!” he replied mysteriously.

“What do you mean?!” Both of his eyebrows suddenly furrowed. He turned around and asked curiously. But instead of getting a clear answer The other party hurriedly moved closer to him suspiciously, tilting his head and asking in a whisper.

“Can you keep a secret, young man?!” His rancid breath sprayed onto his face. Red eyes frantically scanned the surroundings. like there's a secret "If you know, don't tell anyone!"

The young employee heard this and was shocked. “Wha…what!” he tried to pull himself away. “Then you don't have to tell me. I don't want to know.” He tried to deny but the other party didn't seem to be listening.

The old man raised his left hand defensively as if to block the loudness of his voice. “Have you ever heard of a secret agency?

S.O.D.p.s.

?” He tried to keep his voice as low as possible.

“Secret unit

S.O.D.p.s.?”

The young man repeated.

“Yes…eek!” Even though the old man looked like he was heavily drunk, But his attitude and tone sounded genuine. and incredibly reliable “You probably haven't heard of it, right?”

“No,” he immediately denied. “This is the first time I've heard of it.” The young man was still confused. with what is perceived

The old man continued, ignoring the young man's answer. “Can you trust me?” He looked from head to toe. “I'm not from around here. What are you doing around here?” Without waiting for an answer, he hurriedly ordered a drink from the waiter. “Hey, Bob, give me a large beer.” He held up a finger, “Hurry,” and even more hastily.

“Sorry, I'm completely confused,” he asked.

“Me.” The old man reprocessed his thoughts. “It's me. No, it's me. I've met them.

S.O.D.p.s.

before.” He continued to look carefully at his surroundings.

"already

S.O.D.p.s.

It's…!” Before he could finish speaking, the old man hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

“Shhh, don't say it so loud!” The old man leaned closer. “If I have already told you Don't say it anywhere else. Step on it until it's completely covered and…” Suddenly, a robot waiter brought out a beer. The old man grabbed the glass and downed it in a big gulp. Then say what has been in your heart for a long time. “Pay me and I will tell you.”

“Hey!?” the young man exclaimed. He looked at the old man with a sullen face and then turned to look at the amount on the screen, which was not much at all. So he reluctantly agreed to pay.

“Two pondings and twenty fenny, sir. Gentleman,” the waiter puppet reported the balance again. He scanned the payment and the name of the payer was clearly displayed. The old man glanced at it but said nothing but a single word of thanks.

“Anything you want to say, uncle!” He felt a little trembling in his voice, “Damn.

S.O.D.

What? What is it?” he asked.

The old man shifted in his seat and leaned over and whispered, “

S.O.D.p.s.

It is a secret unit that is used to punish those who cannot be prosecuted by the law or those who have power and use it in ways that are contrary to the public's opinion,” he said firmly.

“You mean a vigilante?” the young man asked.

“Both yes and no,” the old man said quietly. “It is because they do not have the authority to manage according to the law of the country. But it is not because it is secretly supported by the general public.”

“How?” he asked again. The young man became interested in the mystery the old man told.

“I don't know everything, but,” the drunk man picked up his beer and took a sip to calm his spirits. “One day that was a normal day. It was almost evening when I returned home. Then when I turned on the light and walked into the kitchen I found some things on the dining table. At first I didn't care because I was busy opening the refrigerator to find snacks to eat while watching football.

But it seemed like he knew I was standing there. It made a beeping noise, warning me to turn my attention to it. And then I found…” He took another sip of his beer. Except for the narration

“What did you find?” The young man adjusted his glasses to look into the other person's eyes.

“Guard,” the old man replied shortly.

“A card?” His face was filled with questions. “What card?”

The old man replied, “I don't know. It looks thin and hard. It's not steel, it's not plastic. palm size It is dark blue. There is a raised letter '' groove.

SODps’

It was sitting there. When I reached out to grab it, it made a loud noise.”

The young man sat listening to the story and his throat felt dry. So he ordered more drinks.

The old man continued. “There was a holo-light that floated up. A questioning voice came from that card. ‘Do you want to participate in social processes?’? Then a picture of a circle and a cross floated up. I confusedly chose the circle. 'Very good. Then please put this card in your wallet and wait thirty seconds.

Then close your eyes and take a deep breath.’ So I did. At the time, I thought it was a joke from Jesse, the kid next door. I didn't think anything of it. But you know, I realized I was wrong when I took my first breath.”

“What happened?” the young man asked curiously.

“As soon as I closed my eyes, a large hand from an unknown person suddenly covered my face. I struggled as hard as I could but couldn't fight. The last thing I remember is that I fell asleep.” The old man shook his head lightly, as if pressing the button was a wrong decision.

“Did a thief come and kidnap you?” the young man wondered. “So what next?”

The old man laughed and continued, “Huh, it's not a thief, it's like a thief.” He sneered. “Do you know what happened next?” he asked, but his expression changed. The young man observed and listened intently.

The old man began to tell, trembling. “I woke up somewhere I don't know. In a costume with a helmet, I don't know what. It was narrow and impossible to move. I was so scared that I peed all over my pants, but my pants didn't get wet. It's like it doesn't exist between my legs. It makes me nervous It's like a person locked in a crevice of rocks who doesn't know when he will die.”

The drunk man's eyes reflected desperation. Clear water oozes out and coats the edge of his cheek in a short line. “But the real thing starts from here.” He quickly changed his mood. “Suddenly, an unknown activity light filled the screen of the helmet glass. Then there was a voice saying 'Please use your discretion and consider the following steps carefully.

Because it will affect the outcome that is about to happen.' Then the filter on the mirror opened. I was even more shocked because what I saw was strange and bizarre. I didn't think I'd see it.” He stopped telling his story for a moment and looked at the young man's face. The young man rolled his eyes and looked back as if questioning why he stopped telling stories.

“So, what next? Tell me more!” He asked in annoyance. The old man smiled brightly and turned around to call the waiter again.

“Bob!” The old man shouted loudly and raised one finger like déjà vu. The young man loses sight of the old man again.

“The beer you ordered is now available.” The robot waiter did a great job. “Thank you for using the service. Gentleman,” but before adjourning Robot Bob gave a funny ending. for young men “Khun Rick, he comes every day. But I only charged him for the first drink.” Even though it was a digital voice, the young man could easily feel the annoyance of the sharp robot.

The young man took off his jacket and laid it on the back of a beautiful chair. For a moment it seemed like he was clenching his fists too. “That's enough, Uncle. If it wasn't for work, I would have gone home!” He angrily said.

“Alright, tell me more.” Old man Rick didn't have any expression. “Where are you now? Oh, turn on the filter, turn on the filter,” he repeated himself as if he had forgotten what to tell. “All I saw was someone sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. He had a black hood covering his head and was handcuffed behind his back. Then, about two meters away, there was a person in a uniform like a soldier in a game poster.

HALO

wearing an astronaut helmet It looked more like a military combat outfit than a cosplay outfit. There are many people. Each person stood around the person whose head was covered. No matter how I looked, no one could tell who was under that outfit. We are in a luxurious living room. It looks strange to a poor person like me.

There was one person wearing the same outfit, but his outfit was a matte red, different from ours. If it's what I think. This one is the leader.” The old man gently slid the golden-yellow liquid down his throat little by little. Hope it gradually depleted to fit the story

“In the midst of my confusion, a woman's voice suddenly sounded from inside the helmet.”

'The person in front of me is Judasim White, a European, the lawyer who defended Mr. Johan Motres, the accused of the Anderson family murder case. By cutting up the pieces and separating them to dispose of in various places. in communities across Britain Mr. White used a defense for his client that Mr. Johan had a photo clearly indicating the date and time and a witness confirming the address and testified that he had never been to Britain before.

Moreover, there were no fingerprints or footprints of the accused at the scene. In the end, the court dismissed the case because the evidence was not strong enough and he was released three weeks ago. Although the prosecution's lawyer argued that it was a forged document, the court ultimately dismissed it.'

"I finished listening to it but what the hell is this? I'm completely confused. Why is this guy with his head covered, really evil?" he commented.

“Then I saw the red-robed leader come and take off his head covering. I even exclaimed because he was so young. Probably no more than thirty years. Clean and white appearance He appeared to be a good student in a weakened state. He was bound and gagged by a rope.” His voice sounded confused. “The leader walked in front of the chair. Pick up a card similar to

With the one I saw at home, there were two but they were yellow. Then it said in a voice bender, "

‘Our agency has already warned you, Mr. White.’’ He tossed a yellow card into the lap of the person in front of him. 'But we kindly chose to warn him a second time. But you ignored me. That's why we have to do this.' He threw another card down in the same place. 'Since you don't realize it, we

S.O.D.p.s

A secret agency that devours the disciples of sin. I will punish you for being part of this twisted process.’ I stood and watched, terrified. At that time, I really regretted that I accidentally pressed the OK button without thinking it through.”

He continues, “And then I could move. There was a loud hydraulic noise in the joint that was startling. But what was more shocking was what the command voice said. 'As you can see You can use your discretion to determine whether the person in front of you is worthy of judgment or not. Through the votes of you guys! You mean me?

You mean there are other people? 'If the voting results show that it is appropriate, you can punish yourself. And if the vote is that it is inappropriate, this mission will be canceled and you will return home safely.' This was crazy. Who is going to agree? I don't want it either. So I pressed the cross button on the keypad on my left arm over and over. But you know what?

What did the voting results say?” the old man asked with a shocked expression on his face. “It came out 15 to 6 that he deserved punishment.” He closed his eyes and shook his head.

“What are you doing now?” the young man asked curiously.

“What can I do?” he said, “but there are people who disagree like I do. They voiced their opposition for a long time. Until they almost had an affair with each other.” The storyteller thought back to that day. In fact, there was an incident of measuring strength between Iron Man and Iron Man. But the Caogu were separated from each other by SWAT soldiers who rushed out from the darkness. It is a very chaotic picture.

The old man put down his beer glass and snorted. “Then it is clearly a crime. I saw demons clad in modern metal armor tearing apart a human who was unable to defend himself. Each punch of iron fist A baseball bat that slams down without stopping. Blood and the sound of bones splashed throughout the entire area.” He lowered his head and looked at the ground.

I don't call this justice. It was never right.” The old man's face was red with more or less remorse in it. The young man listened to the story and remained silent. It's as if a question arises in your mind.

“And what happens after that?” the young man asked in the most polite and considerate tone.

The old man let out a small sob before answering, “Then they said to me, 'Don't tell anyone about this. Otherwise…' it was a space. ‘You should have known what was going to happen!’ It was easy for me to guess that I did. And then I blacked out. Woke up again and it was at home. In the kitchen in front of the refrigerator I thought I was dreaming

But it was a very real dream. My hands were still shaking but I chose to forget about it. The next day I went back to work. They asked me where I had been for three days, without informing them, without saying goodbye.” He looked shocked, “Three days! No way, I've never slept that long. That's when I thought

The whole story might be true. Secret agency

S.O.D.p.s.

It might actually exist. And he's probably still watching over me or anyone else from somewhere!” He ended the story by gulping down the remaining beer from the bottom of his glass, then taking a long, loud burp.

The young man listened to the whole story and remained silent. He had no answer from what he had just heard. “Wow…this is really fun.” He looked like he was about to clap but stopped. Because someone in the store walked in and interrupted him first.

“Hey…Rik!” This person was probably about forty years old. And I'm drunk right away. “Today you're telling another story about tricking people into getting free alcohol? Eek!” This person turned and smiled at the young man wistfully. “Young man, don't take this old man seriously. Whoever comes, he tells the story like this. I can tell you more...kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Consider listening to it for fun. Haha!" He hiccuped.

The young man himself didn't seem to think much of it. Korn came to sit and sip delicious drinks. There were people telling fun stories. It was considered a very new experience. “It's very fun. Then let me treat you to another beer. Hey! Bob! He raised his hand to call the waiter with a smile on his face as if he had achieved something.

The two of them sat and drank for a while and then it was time to leave. A young man says goodbye but doesn't leave a good friendship. here in any way

“Then I'd like to leave first. See you later, Mr. Rick.” The young man gathered his things and left the bar. Before leaving, they patted the old man and his friends on the shoulder.

“Hahaha, good luck, thank you young man.” The old man watched as the young man turned to walk away before turning back and drinking again. But...when you raise your glass of beer to drink He encountered something that made him almost go crazy!!!

Underneath the coaster is a shiny yellow square card. There are letters engraved in low relief that read:

"S.O.D.p.s.”