I work 9 to 5 in Chainsaw Man

A lazy man wearing a white shirt and a cigarette in his mouth is walking in Tokyo, the north of this bustling city.

As a world-class metropolis, Tokyo has always been a symbol of Japan's prosperity, but any gorgeous thing will have spots, and even the sun will not shine.

The slums to the north are where the city hides its filth.

Gangs are rampant here, and drugs, demons, and human organs are bought and sold at will. The government monitors this place but does not manage it. They need this place, and this place also needs them.

Although this place is shrouded in dark clouds all year round, there is still an endless stream of people entering here, and many people who can't survive come here to make a living.

If you can't survive doing serious things, you have no choice but to fight in the darkness.

The man looked at the shining towers in the central city from a distance, spat, and continued walking forward.

"This time the Apple Devil got 1800 yen. After deducting the handling fee and management fee, and then deducting the debt, there is still yen left, which is a month's living expenses. Fortunately, I don't need to pay the water and electricity bills, Bochita , it seems I can only have one piece of bread for dinner."

"Wang!"

The yellow-haired boy wore a black eye patch, his face was skinny and thin, but there was a glint in his eyes. He put his hand on the head of a strange chainsaw dog at his feet and stroked it.

The man tilted his head: "Devil?"

The yellow-haired boy was teasing the chainsaw dog when he was suddenly covered by a shadow. He raised his head and saw a man with a ferocious smile looking down at him and Bochita.

The yellow-haired boy stood up and said, "Who are you? What's the matter?"

The man narrowed his eyes and smiled: "My name is Rock, you can also call me Jian!"

"My name is Denji, and this is my family, Bochita."

"Wang!"

Denji introduced that except for the gangsters who collected debts, no one ever took the initiative to talk to him, which made him talk involuntarily.

"Bochita?"

Rock said: "Excuse me, I just heard you say that your monthly food expenses are only 1800 yen?"

Seeing Denji nodded, Rock pointed to the feasting and entertainment in the city center and said in an even more exaggerated tone: "You can't even survive a day there with 1800 yen, and you actually have to live on it for a month!"

Hearing this, Denci looked a little embarrassed and said, "Not only me, but also Bochita."

Bochita rubbed Denji's trouser legs and grinned at Rock's teeth.

Rock took out a hundred yen from his pocket and said, "Looking at how pitiful you are, I have exactly one hundred yen here, so I'll give it to you."

Denci's eyes immediately shone, and his voice trembled: "Really, do you really want to give it to me?!"

Bochita still had a bad look in his eyes, his limbs were scratching the ground, and his whole body was shaking.

"Of course, my friend, once we get to know each other, this hundred yen will be our meeting gift."

Roque's bright smile and excellent appearance made him look like a divine messenger descended from the sky in Denji's eyes at this moment!

Denci rubbed his hands, took the hundred yen in a panic, and kept thanking Rock.

Rock hugged Denji directly, patted his back and said, "You're welcome, you deserve this."

Then Rock gradually moved away in Denji's gratitude, and he could still hear Denji saying in his ears: "Bochita, with these one hundred yen, we can have a piece of bread each tonight!"

Hearing the boy's heartfelt joy, Rock couldn't help but tremble all over. When Denji could no longer be seen, he took out the crumpled 1800 yen from his pocket.

With a little force, the paper money shattered into powder. When he thought that the boy might starve to death on the street because he lost the 1800 yen, Rock was so happy that he couldn't help but tremble all over.

"We should invite beauties to enjoy this beautiful scenery!"

Rock didn't come all the way from Saudi Arabia to bully children.

He walked into the downtown area, preparing to attract the attention of the police.

Japan and Saudi Arabia are slightly different.

The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia pursues a policy of death for demons. Any act of sheltering and protecting demons will be punished as an accomplice and treason against humanity. That is to say, Dudarinov recently promulgated the policy of demons enlisting in the army, otherwise Vera and Maxim would have been executed long ago. .

Japan is different. They treat weak demons with an inclusive attitude, neither accepting nor rejecting them. Some families even raise demons. Such behavior is unthinkable in Saudi Arabia.

Of course, this move is more popular in the United States, and because of this, these two countries are also the countries most severely affected by demonic turmoil.

Although demons sleeping with humans will not cause harm to humans, the existence of demons is like a beacon in the eyes of other demons, and demons have animal-like domain awareness. Unless they are friends, basically no demon will like them. There are other demons in the predatory range.

If a demon disaster occurs in an area, the first ones to be affected are often the families raising demons.

At this time, Rock looked at several demons with ropes tied around their necks. The restlessness in his heart made him want to kill them. Since merging the sword demon, he has never resisted the demon's erosion of his thoughts. His thinking habits are gradually approaching the devil.

Just when he was about to kill the two demon pets to satisfy his cravings, two men in black with big waists came over and respectfully said to Rock: "Mr. Rock, Miss Makima has been waiting for a long time."

When Rock heard Miss Machima's name, he straightened his back instantly, straightened his dirty collar, and said in a low voice: "Let's go."

We drove all the way into the central area, the headquarters of Japanese demon hunters, and the territory of the police.

Rock entered the building directly without any obstruction, took a deep breath in front of the door, and pushed the door open.

A woman with a delicate face and a cool face is sitting on it. A white shirt, black tie, and standard work clothes outline the perfect body curve. Her pink hair is tied into a braid and thrown behind her. The hair on both sides hangs down her cheeks, golden. The eyes make one look at them as if they are falling into an abyss.

"Luke-kun, long time no see."

Machima tilted her head and smiled, and Rock felt an arrow with a heart attached to it pierce his heart.

"Miss Makima, I haven't seen you for a long time. I'm so excited to see your face again!"

Rock wanted to go forward and hug Makima, but his reason stopped him where he was, so he could only pat his chest and said: "Miss Makima, you can give me whatever you want, as long as I, Rock, can do anything." Can!"

"That……"

Makima's expression became dangerous and she said, "What if you were asked to assassinate Dudalinov?"

Roque's face struggled slightly, then suddenly turned into a smile and said: "Since it was Miss Machima who ordered me, I have no choice but to kill her!"

Makima stepped down from her seat, pointed her finger on Rock's chest and said, "Then kill someone for me."

Roque looked extremely struggling, but still said: "Who?"

Machima didn't answer the question, she looked at Rock steadily and said: "Are you really so strong that you have already started to resist the dominance?

"As a dog, you must have the consciousness of a dog!"