When the group leader becomes the boss of the black organization[Comprehensive]

In the next few days, no matter which organization it was, it became a mess.

The Japanese Metropolitan Police Department held secret meetings one after another in the middle of the night, and all kinds of combat intelligence piled up to the height of half a person; the FBI began to fully shrink the police force, mobilizing people from Southeast Asian countries into Japan quietly.

The heroes and the port mafia still can't see any action for the time being, but under the temporary calm, there is a more dangerous undercurrent surging.

The gathering of tens of thousands of people and the participation of countless expert investigation teams are just for the arrival of a man.

And what is this much-anticipated man doing now?

"Um……"

Kuroro covered his lips, staring at the wall in front of him, thinking solemnly.

Still not right, he thought.

"A little further to the left," he said, "yes, that's right there..."

In front of him, two decoration workers covered in wall paint were sweating profusely holding up a painting to be installed on the wall.The surrounding ground was in a mess, with paint buckets, discarded wood chips and electric drill nails everywhere.

That's right, when the major intelligence organizations outside were busy with him...

...Krollo himself, was busy with the decoration.

"All right!"

Kuroro looked at the painting hanging on the wall in the middle and was very satisfied.He looked around, although it was dirty, but because the decoration had been completed, all he needed to do was to clean it up.

He called housekeeping and paid twice as much for someone to clean it up.And he himself just pulled a fairly clean sofa, picked up a book and read it with gusto.

"Mr. Lu Xilu, it's been cleaned." I don't know how long it took, the invited aunt came to the sofa and said to Kuroro who was immersed in the text and couldn't extricate himself.

He suddenly looked up.

As far as the eye can see, there is a spotless off-white floor, and the surrounding light blue walls have also been dusted off the surface.In the afternoon, the golden sunlight passes through the floor-to-ceiling windows around the floor, and quietly sprinkles on the easels randomly placed in the house.The fine dust in the air floats slowly in the sunlight, like golden smoke.

"It's really good." Kuroro looked around with admiring eyes. He was not stingy with his praise, and his sincere expression made the elderly aunt almost feel elated.

"Is Mr. Lu Xilu going to open a studio?" the aunt asked him, inquiring in a curious tone.

"Studio? Well, that's fine, but I'm not looking for this place mainly for profit." Kuroro stood up with a smile, and his tall and straight figure made the aunt's eyes shine.

"Let's entertain some guests for the convenience of the future." He said.

The place he chose was the top floor of a building in Tokyo - the 68th floor. The number was quite auspicious, but it was a pity that Kuroro didn't believe it.If there are 444 floors, he would rather choose the latter.

After all, after seeing the 991-meter-high 251-story Sky Arena, he really didn't have much interest in the so-called "tall buildings" in this world.

"Mr. Nalu Xilu, I'll go first." Auntie Cleaning looked a little reluctant.

"Go slowly." Kuroro nodded to her with a smile, and his polite appearance made the auntie's favorability for him soar again.

These days, there are not many young people who are so rich, powerful and polite. She was still feeling emotional when she left.

I also want to know what kind of power and money support is needed to rent the top floor of a high-rise building in this Tokyo city where every inch of land is expensive.What's more, this young man opened a studio that didn't make any money at all.

This young man must belong to a big family, she thought.

When the elevator door slowly closed, the smile on Kuroro's face disappeared like a flash in the pan.He turned around, picked up the phone on the table that had been blinking since the beginning, and chose to connect.

Kuroro was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with his mobile phone, and in front of him was the landmark building that symbolized the country of Japan—Tokyo Tower.

"How's it going?" he asked, speaking in a declarative tone.

"I've done everything you said, boss." Belmode replied respectfully, "The FBI and the Japanese police have received the information, and our informants are following up on both of them at any time... We will contact you as soon as there is any new situation." Report to you at any time."

"Hmm." Kuroro listened, a little noncommittal.

"But from the current point of view, it seems that the heroes also have the intention of dispatching..." Belmode asked him tentatively, "In case All Might gets involved in this matter..."

"Heh." Kuroro chuckled, this woman has no other problems, the only and most fatal problem is that she is too smart.

Being too smart is not a good thing.

"Don't worry, All Might won't be able to spare a shot." Kurollo said, "There will be a bigger problem waiting for him to solve soon."

"You did a good job, Belmode." He praised.

"...You are too proud." Belmode paused, and replied in a tone of seven points of respect and three points of joy.

"But I also have a question for you, Bell." Kuroro said in a casual tone, staring at the Tokyo Tower, which slowly lit up red lights outside the window.

"If you ask, I will know everything."

"Know everything...?" Kuroro smiled.

"If it's true, that would be great." He said, "But why did I think of you instead of others when I arranged this task of leaking information, Belmode?"

"!!!"

Belmode's pupils shrank suddenly, and her hand holding the phone became stiff for a moment, and her whole body began to tremble unconsciously.

"Boss...I..." She had to answer with a low voice, otherwise, her trembling voice would have betrayed her immediately.

"Okay, that's all I'm saying." Kuroro tapped casually and was about to let her go, because he was in a pretty good mood today, "No matter what happened in the past, I hope you can really do this in the future , to me—knows everything.”

"do you understand me?"

"...I understand, Boss." Belmode quickly adjusted his mentality and said to Kuroro in a deep voice.

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Kuroro sat back on the sofa in a good mood.He looked at the clock hanging on the wall, picked up the remote control on the table and turned on the TV, feeling so rare that he couldn't wait—

——On the screen, Nikugaraki led a group of enemies, confronting Aizawa Shouta and the first-year Class A behind him.

Kuroro leaned happily on the sofa, and opened a can of Coke with a "bang" with his left hand.

Hope it's a good show, he thought.

******

Xiongying, USJ.

"What, isn't All Might here?" Sigang Muhang put on an expression of extreme disappointment.

He did not give up and carefully searched the crowd, but still found nothing.

"Damn it..." he cursed in a low voice, "Black Mist, let's go! All Might is not here... the main character is not here, how can this game be played?"

"As for these people, let the people below deal with them." He said gloomyly.

The black mist didn't stop Sidangmu's dramatic behavior here, because the order given to him by Master AFO was only to keep an eye on Sidangmu to ensure his safety.When life safety was not involved, he was still willing to follow Sigangmuhang's command.

"Stop! Who are you?" Aizawa Shouta hunched over and stared at the leader, Shigaraki, and asked in a deep voice.

"It sounds like your target is All Might... What do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do?" Dead Karaki raised his head and stared at him, his eyes were filled with terrifying bloodshot eyes, "I want to completely destroy the 'Symbol of Peace', destroy All Might—"

"—Let me introduce myself, we are an alliance of enemies." He laughed sinisterly, "As the name suggests, it is an alliance of enemies."

He opened his arms and shouted to the crowd in front of him: "Our goal is to completely destroy this heroic society-this deformed, rotten and incurable society!"

After a passionate speech, Shigaraki was panting excitedly on the spot.He looked at Aizawa Shouta for a while, who looked like a formidable enemy, and suddenly he was so discouraged.

"Let's go, Hei Wu," he said to Hei Wu beside him with a look of uninterested expression, "It's too boring, let's go."

Aizawa Shouta didn't make a sound, he thought that if the leader of the enemy just left like this, his burden would be less.After all, it is too naive to lead a class of students and still want to arrest the enemy.

"..."

Kuroro, who was sitting on the sofa, opened a bag of potato chips with his left hand, while typing on the phone quickly with his right hand.

During this period, he never took his eyes off the TV screen.

Click to send successfully!

A dead tree that had already stepped into the teleportation array stopped.

He slowly withdrew his foot, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and looked down.

After a while, Sigangmu Diao turned around.

He picked up the phone with three fingers, looked at the photos on the phone twice, raised his head again, observed the group of first-year Class A students with different expressions with probing eyes, and compared them with the people in the photos.

"Who is Izuku Midoriya...?" he asked.

The author has something to say: Ku Luoluo: Life is endless, making troubles.

The photo finally came in handy, young man from Green Valley, you are not wronged hhh

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