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“The treatment of organ No. 3 is not bad…”

Zhenmu sat on the sofa, quite restless.

After mocking Kazumi Makoto, he became more and more aware of the difficulties of this teenager.

It is clear that he is only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, but he has a degree of progress and retreat, so he can’t get benefits.

“If you are willing to join Organ Three, we will provide you with the status of a peripheral member.”

Zhenmu Xianma smacked his lips, looking envious:

“After joining the No. 3 organ, the Dongying authorities will not continue to hunt you down, not only that, but you can also get certain privileges, as long as you don’t make a big mess, the Dongying authorities will turn a blind eye to your behavior.”

“Oh?” He Quancheng leaned on the sofa and examined this scruffy middle-aged uncle:

“Only power, no obligation?”

“Of course not…” sighed:

“Theoretically, even peripheral members who join the No. 3 organ need to accept orders from the headquarters.”

“However, you know so many capitalists and bureaucrats, and the political energy is too great, even if you receive orders from the headquarters, you can ignore them, right?”

“Well, what about other than that?” Kazumi put down his teacup: “Organ No. 3 should have collected a lot of intelligence about gamers, right?” ”

“Of course, with your current authority, most of the information can be read.” Pouting, Zhenmu Xianma’s face was a little strange.

As an old qualification of Organ No. 3, he was tied to this thief ship two years ago.

But even so, even if he bleeds and sweats for the organization, because he does not have a reliable backer, he is still only an operator on the periphery of the organization, and even in various permissions, he is not as good as the teenager in front of him…

“One last question.” He Quancheng put down the teacup and asked solemnly: “At present, how many suppression-level players are there in the Dongying Realm?” ”

“Pressure level? Not a single one. ”

The corners of his mouth were raised, and a mocking smile appeared on his bearded face:

“Not to mention the suppression level, there are only more than thirty extraordinary level players left in the Dongying Realm, and most of the extraordinary level players in Dongying have been absorbed into the United States of America.”

“Oh?” Listening to the mockery in Zhenmu Xianma’s words, Kazumi Makoto’s face was clear:

“So it is.”

“Hmph, the reason why the No. 3 organ wantonly hunted and killed players is precisely because the Dongying authorities have too few players, and the current No. 3 organ is simply unable to calm the situation.” Zhenmu sighed:

“Even if we recruit powerful extraordinary players, we will be drawn over by the US military stationed in Japan, and the big lords of Congress dare not negotiate conditions with the US military.”

“Really? It’s really sad. ”

Makoto Kazumi’s face was flat.

He is also happy to see the dog-eat-dog between the Dongying authorities and the US military stationed in Japan.

It is precisely because of this that he has the space to sit and start and sell at a price.

“Your documents will be sent by the agents of Organ No. 3, Young Master Hequan.” Zhenmu Xianma yawned and complained unhappily:

“I just experienced a dimensional game yesterday, and today I have to travel to Kamakura City, and I haven’t slept for days…”

“Well, drop off.”

Hearing this, Kazumi Makoto took the tea, and two Duo Shinobi holding UMP submachine guns walked over and stood next to Zhenmu Xunma.

“Gee…”

Looking at the two swarthy guns, Zhenmu Xianma sighed helplessly.

In Dongying territory, although private gun ownership is legal, it is limited to air guns and hunting guns, and this UMP micro-punch obviously belongs to the category of illegal and prohibited crimes.

However, in various cities in Dongying, many black clubs secretly hide firearms, and it is not surprising that the town is not surprising.

“It’s really arrogant…”

He complained lazily, pinching his wide-brimmed hat and following the two pairs of demon ninja.

In the corridor on the top floor of the hotel, there is also a post, five steps and a sentry, and the top three floors of the entire Hyatt Regency Hotel are rented by the Hequan chaebol, and dozens of people are stationed against the devil, and there is no dead end in the strict system.

“Gee…”

Walking in the corridor, Zhenmu Xianma looked at these capable girls with a somewhat embarrassed face.

As a veteran player who has experienced six dimensional games, although Zhenmu Xianma is still only a sharp soldier, his strength does not exceed the scope of mortals.

However, his vision is very advanced and he can easily see these extraordinary things.

“These guys don’t look like the private army of the Hequan chaebol at all…”

He muttered, and in front of him, two girls pretending not to hear him, opened the elevator for him, and drove him away with their guns.

According to the division of dimensional games, each blood slave has the strength of the sharp soldier level, although it is relatively weak in the sharp soldier level, but it is extremely good at group combat.

This kind of mass-produced Demon Ninja is an indispensable tactical-level force for any country.

Hequan Cheng, who holds this hole card, is also hot for the Dongying authorities and the US military stationed in Japan.

“With such a group of capable private troops against the Devil, as long as the equipment keeps up, I am not afraid to start a war even if it is convenient for the No. 3 organ to start a war.”

Hotel suites.

Kazumi Makoto held the teacup and slowly got up.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in his suite’s living room, looking down through the clear glass and overlooking the panoramic view of Kamakura City.

“However, after all, Organ No. 3 is a special agency, far inferior to the Seventh Fleet of the US military stationed in Japan in terms of pure power and strength.”

“So, if I want to be left and right between these two forces, I also need a hole card that they fear.”

“Tuk tuk—”

There was a knock on the door, and the girl wearing a black bulletproof vest pushed the door neatly and entered.

The appearance is simple, but there is a sense of beauty that makes people never tire of seeing, and the capable military uniform on his body looks quite imposing.

“Master.” She clutched a wad of information and looked at Kazumi Makoto, who was facing away from her.

“According to your order, we traced down the intelligence of Haruki Kitahara.” As she spoke, she read the information while dictating to Hequan Makoto:

(CADE) “Haruki Kitahara, whose parents are divorced, currently lives alone, and is a student at Mineshiro University. ”

“When he was in middle school, he befriended two girls, Yukina Kogiso and Fuyuma Kazusa, but dropped out of school for unknown reasons, and was suspected of encountering the first dimensional game.”

“At present, Haruki Kitahara is missing, and the location is not clear.”

“According to the information you provided, Haruki Kitahara’s enhancement direction seems to be a youkai slippery head ghost, and the main weapon is the demon retreat knife Yamikimaru, which has the ability to influence reality and illusion, and the specific strength is unknown.”

“Really?” Makoto Waizumi stands in front of a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the panoramic view of Kamakura City.

He took the teacup, took a sip quietly, and exhaled a hot breath before slowly saying:

“His current strength should not have stepped into the extraordinary level, but in the sharp soldier level, the ability is also very difficult.”

“We must not let him grow up, we must completely kill him when he is still weak, otherwise it will become a big trouble for us.”

In many anime or novels, the villain will always give the protagonist a head, making the protagonist stronger step by step, and finally out of control.

Although Makoto Kazumi is not a villain, he will not give the enemy any chance.

“Intensify efforts, use all means, we must find his location and do everything we can to kill him.”

“Yes.” He bowed slightly to the demon ninja, and his little face was full of seriousness:

“In addition, we found information on Mai Sakurajima and Sakita Azusagawa.”

“Oh?” Kazumi sipped the slightly bitter tea and chewed on the residue of the tip of the jasmine hair.

“Yes, we also collected intelligence on puberty syndrome.”

Tell the story of the devil.

“As early as a few years ago, a supernatural phenomenon called puberty syndrome broke out in Kamakura City, which we speculate is related to the ‘slippery ghost’ ability of player Haruki Kitahara.”

“There are many supernatural situations around many adolescent girls.”

“Among them, when Sakita Azusagawa, a third-year junior high school student, was sleeping indoors, the claw marks of a large beast suddenly appeared on his body, causing serious blood loss and dying of life.”

“In addition, her younger sister Azusakawa Hanakae also developed puberty syndrome, which is manifested in the fact that whenever someone exerts verbal violence on her, substantial scars will appear on her body, even life-threatening.”

“The same is true of Miss Mai Sakurajima, who is your favorite and has a pubertal syndrome that is easily ignored by others.”

“Ignoring?” Kazumi Makoto turned around, holding the teacup in both hands, and his face was a little strange.

“Yes, it is ‘ignorance’, or rather, her sense of presence is gradually thinning.”

Turning a page of information to the demon ninja, in the photo on the paper, a black and straight young girl appeared.

He is about fifteen or sixteen years old, but his makeup is delicate, and he has the temperament of an idol who loves to shake.

Or rather, she is a part-time idol.

“Mai Sakurajima also worked as a part-time idol while attending school.” Flipping through the information to the demon ninja, he told Kazumi Makoto:

“Her mother is a well-known agent in the industry, who has paid attention to grooming since she was a child, and her figure is also very good, so she is loved by many fans.”

“However, after the emergence of puberty syndrome, her sense of presence gradually disappeared, and some people could not even see her figure and hear her voice.”

“Now this phenomenon is still getting more and more serious, and even some of the Demon Ninja can only be observed through the infrared sight.”

“Oh? This is no longer as simple as ‘weak presence’, right? Kazumi Makoto frowned.

Indeed, as said to the Shinobu, Mai Sakurajima’s puberty syndrome phenomenon has led her into a state of “Akalin”.

Ordinary people cannot observe her through sight, hearing, and touch, and this ability is already comparable to the “breath masking” skill of the Fate series of heroes.

“Yes, according to our calculations, in about a month or two, Mai Sakurajima’s sense of existence will return to zero.”

Saying to the demon ninja, her face was a little solemn:

“If you need it, we can capture it in advance and do human studies.”

“…… No, arrange it for me to enroll in Minehara High School as well. ”

He Quan Makoto took the teacup and handed it to Miss Hequan Qianjing, who was confused beside him.

He leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window made of special glass and said calmly:

“Take advantage of the break in dimensional games, let me also enjoy the joy of being a winner in life.” _

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