I work 9 to 5 in Chainsaw Man

In the desert, the scorching sun is scorching the earth, and desolation is everywhere here. Grass balls rolling in the wind are the only thing here, and dead bones have become a specialty here.

A man was walking staggeringly in the desert. His skin was extensively sunburned, his lips were chapped and not moisturized at all, and his steps were sloppy, as if he would fall down in the next second and become one of the dead bones in the desert.

I don't know what belief supported him to move forward. He seemed to have no destination, no direction, and no pain. It was as if all this was what he wanted to do and must do.

Under the scorching sun, even steel will succumb. After his footprints stretched for hundreds of miles, he finally fell, and even the footprints he left behind were covered by the yellow sand.

He turned his face sideways, stared blankly at the sky with red and swollen eyes, and clutched the double-headed golden eagle badge on his chest tightly in his hands.

"Hey, can you still stand up? If you can, just squeak."

Someone's voice came.

He raised his head with difficulty to look at the big face that suddenly appeared in front of him.

The man looked at him with only one eye open and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You look so miserable!"

He couldn't understand the man's laughter, and he didn't want to understand. He had lost the qualification to live. He no longer had the ability to complete his mission. He had failed.

"Don't you want to live?" the man said suddenly.

He raised his heavy eyelids and looked at the man who suddenly became serious.

The man's playful expression was gone, only indifference remained: "Do you want to die like this in front of me? A person like me has never died, how can I let you enjoy it so much and die without pain? You guy, just give me a life." Get down, you bastard!"

He was helped up by the man and asked: "Hey, what's your name?"

He opened his dry lips and said with difficulty and determination: "My name is Scott Erlens."

The man also smiled: "My name is Ottvet Rogers. I will be your boss from now on. Unless I tell you to die, you are absolutely not allowed to die without permission. Do you hear me?"

"……Um."

The memories of that year instantly flooded into Ottvedt and Scott's minds, but Ottvedt was supporting Scott at that time, and at this time Scott's blade pierced Ottvedt's chest.

Scott drew the blade and stepped back.

Ottved put down the gray-haired man whose heart he had strangled.

The gray-haired man held his chest and retreated a few meters, fell to the ground, gasping for air. He did not feel lucky for the rest of his life, only endless fear. The means and abilities of these two people were beyond his reach. If he didn't leave, he would will die!

And he didn't dare to move rashly. The two men were confronting each other. The dull air made even him, an outsider, feel scared. His mind clearly said it was time to leave, but his body couldn't move.

Ignoring the tangled gray-haired man beside him, Ottved touched the penetrating wound on his chest. Drops of blood stained his palms. The dirty blood reflected his gradually pale face. He trembled his lips and said: "Scott, the devil You personally captured or brought back all the demons in the Colosseum, right? Did you make this lava giant lizard?"

Scott shook off the blood on the blade, nodded and said, "Yes."

Ottvedt stared into Scott's eyes, his tone full of seriousness and anger: "Scott! I have known you for ten years! I rescued you from the desert and made you my second-in-command. Ten years! I will give you glory, wealth, and beauty, ten years! I treat you as my brother! And you? You actually teamed up with outsiders to attack me!"

Scott still nodded heavily: "Yes."

A rare flash of panic flashed in Ottved's eyes, and he said urgently with a gesture that had never been shown in front of outsiders: "Scott, we are brothers. We have helped each other for so many years. I have long been the best brother in the world." Yes, you won't betray me, right? You were just bewitched by those pigs, right? What did I do wrong? Scott, I promise I will listen to your opinion. They can all be abolished and come back, okay?”

Looking at Ottvedt's red and swollen eyes, Scott finally said: "Ottvedt, do you know why I came to Zaraski back then? The things I had back then should still be in your hands."

Ottvedt's trembling hand reached into his sleeve and took out a tattered double-headed golden eagle badge.

Seeing Ottvedt take out his badge, Scott said: "I am from the KB of Saudi Arabia. Didn't you already know that?"

Otwit gritted his teeth and said: "The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia sent its own demon hunters to Zaraski to die in vain, with no reinforcements and no destination. I investigated back then and found that all nine people in your team died here. , is such a big country worthy of your service?!"

Scott shook his head and said: "I will never hate retaliating against my own country. Even if there are mistakes in the mission, it is the work of the worms in those countries. What does it have to do with the country? Otvit, I know you are from the United States. Because of some things, you hate the house, the house, and the entire country, but a country is not only filled with darkness, it also contains more love!"

Ottvedt's expression was slightly dull, and Scott continued: "In my eyes, the country is no longer a collection of stupid people. She is a real, great, sacred, comparable to a god! As an illusory god, the country is the highest existence in my heart. All countries and things that may threaten her are the targets that I will eradicate. The United States is the country, you are the same, and so are Otvit!"

"I'm your brother!"

Scott threw away the long knife and said: "So I didn't pierce your heart. I gave you a chance to fight me fairly. Let's fight to the death for our own persistence with the purpose of killing our opponent one on one. !”

"Scott! You..."

"My heart and body are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is righteous!"

Scott shouted and raised his knife to slash.

Although Ottvedt was injured in the chest, he was not seriously injured except for a slight loss of blood. Faced with Scott's slash, he did not choose to defend, but clenched his fists with both hands and struck forward.

The fist collided with the blade, making the sound of a sword. The fist and the blade were separated by a millimeter, but there seemed to be an invisible film there, isolating the contact between the flesh and the blade.

"Scott, since you are like this, then I have to defeat you first and then talk to you properly."

"If you don't have the aura to kill me, you will be killed by me."

Ottvedt laughed angrily and said: "We have been fighting for so many years, you don't think you can break through my defense, do you?"

"Maybe I can really break through?"

Scott tilted his head slightly and said: "Otvit, you are too arrogant. Today, you will be killed by me!"