The Knight's Guide of the Chief of Tendo

"I knew that it was just fake politeness to say master."

Looking at the destroyed second floor of his home, Fujiwara Konan resisted the fear in his heart, raised his hand, and the watch-shaped anesthesia needle was shot out in an instant, but there was no way to pierce the skin of the rat monster at all.

"Next time I will definitely develop an anesthetic needle that can pierce any substance in the world."

After the anesthesia failed, Fujiwara Haonan ran away, but found that the mouse monster had no intention of chasing him at all, but instead focused on a few passers-by not far away.

"eat…………"

"hungry…………"

The initially sober mind has been completely dominated by the rapidly evolved biological instinct.

It doesn't want to die, but it thinks that eating can make itself alive.

Shaking the about three-meter-long tail behind him, the rat monster walked towards those passers-by who were paralyzed to the ground by the side of the road step by step.

Compared to Fujiwara Konan, these passers-by are closer to it.

"Monster! Monster!!!"

"what!!!"

【Damn! 】

Reason told Fujiwara Haonan that he should go, he is just an ordinary human being, and he has absolutely no ability to resist when facing this kind of monster.

But Fujiwara Konan still couldn't convince himself, so he just left.

"Hey! Jerry!"

He squatted down, pressed the button of the shoe with his right hand to strengthen his feet, and turned the button next to the belt around his waist with his left hand, and a football was quickly formed.

Even though he was already controlled by instinct, the rat monster subconsciously looked back when he heard his name.

Hit a football head-on.

This time, football did not disappoint Konan Fujiwara like an anesthetic needle.

The football directly suffocated the mouse monster's face, and the huge force made the mouse monster back unstoppably, even breaking one of its sharp fangs.

How else can we say that technology is the primary productive force?

"Run! Quick!!"

"Quick!!!"

Seeing the three middle-aged women still slumped on the ground, Fujiwara Konan hurriedly shouted angrily.

The three of them just woke up like a dream, and took advantage of the gap when the rat monster was staring at Fujiwara Konan and hurriedly got up and fled.

No more food baskets.

【Why can't I control my hand! 】

When the rat monster's dark eyes looked over, Fujiwara Konan was crying in his heart.

"hungry…………"

【I can't help you if you're hungry. 】

Konan Fujiwara misses his skateboard very much now.

The kicked football should be irretrievable by visual inspection. Now, Fujiwara Konan is really at the end of his rope. He can't let him carry a watermelon knife to fight this non-human creature in front of him.

"Heavenly! The fruit you gave has hurt me!"

Fujiwara Konan, who ran as fast as he could, vented his head and face the moment the phone was connected.

"My mouse ate the fruit you gave and turned into a monster!"

"what?"

In the villa, because the chief executive was still busy in the kitchen, Wakana who answered the phone on his behalf was stunned.

"what happened?"

The chief executive who came out of the kitchen with breakfast looked at Wakana who was frowning suspiciously.

"Whose phone number?"

"I don't know, a number I haven't seen before. Tell me what kind of fruit you gave turned the mouse into a monster, be crazy."

Sonosaki Wakana, who was sprayed for no reason in the morning, was in a bad mood.

The boss' face changed.

A dark red mechanical beetle appeared in front of the chief with a belt on its body, and Utopia (Utopia) on its horn.

With a single pick, Utopia flew onto the dining table, and the Dark kabuto zecter landed on the chief's waist immediately.

Chapter 120 The Truth About the Fengdu Bombing Case

"Clock over."

Closing his eyes, Fujiwara Konan, who had calmly accepted his tragic fate, waited for a long time but did not wait for the tingling sensation from all over his body.

Instead, he heard an electronic beep without the slightest emotion.