Cat King rules daily life in Yokohama

After receiving the urgent notice, Zhong Yuan also rushed back to the organization headquarters.

Although he had already learned a little bit about the situation from the phone, he still couldn't help being stunned for two seconds when faced with the miserable situation like purgatory on earth.

The hall on the first floor that used to be clean and bright has now been left in a mess by people fighting each other with supernatural powers. Both the ground and the walls are stained with bright red blood, forming a terrifying scene.

If the Brain Hell is compared to a zombie virus, there doesn't seem to be any sense of disobedience.

In short, the members of the port mafia who lost their minds did not distinguish between enemies and friends, and turned into wild beasts full of killing desires. They even used their teeth and nails as weapons to crazily pull and bite each other's flesh and blood.

"Actually, you dare to put your idea within Lao Tzu's jurisdiction."

Seeing familiar faces wailing and falling down one after another, becoming victims of the terrible supernatural power, the orange-haired boy clenched his fists violently, and a burst of substantive anger erupted from his body, crushing the stone road within a radius of one meter. It sank in an instant, as if it had just experienced a meteorite raid.

Compared with natural disasters of unpredictable scale, his gravitational ability is equally powerful, but more controllable.But assuming that the final dirty mode is turned on, after the rampage, it will probably be far more destructive than the meteor swarm hitting the earth.

Without hesitation, he took a big step and walked towards the center of the farce stage.

Wherever he stepped, crack-like traces spread densely, like a giant net extending in all directions, and in an instant, the victims in the entire hall were floating upwards.

Even though their heads were dizzy, it could be seen that such a majestic force was involved, and the manic people still instinctively panicked, and had to turn into a quail shape, hugging the nearest rubble as a cover.

What appeared in front of their eyes was a violent young man who was as strong as a god descending.I saw him raise his finger and push up the brim of his hat, revealing the stormy blue eyes, brushing across the faces of the people present one by one, and immediately reprimanded in a deep voice: "No matter what you see, from now on, you are not allowed to move without authorization." !Understand?"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Probably because of the desire to survive, a group of bloody subordinates nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice, afraid that if they moved too slowly, they would be crushed into crumbs by gravity.

Koye Ozaki, who was originally in charge of controlling the field, breathed a sigh of relief, leaving the golden Yaksha to monitor the movement in the field, and walked to Nakahara Chuya's side, telling the unoptimistic front-line battle situation, "Q's ability has affected most of the field. members of the organization, and there is a tendency to continue to spread. What we are doing now is no different from drinking doves to quench our thirst, and it is far better to contain this riot at the source."

"Then I'll deal with him."

The furious cadre reserve frowned, and was ready to use the fastest way to end the battle - as long as the culprit was killed, it would naturally calm down the illusion of supernatural powers in everyone's mind.Such a simple and rude way of crushing is his consistent style of doing things.

However, his instructor quickly shook his head and vetoed his idea with a very soft voice, "Chuya, you should know that His Highness Mori can't just destroy a useful chess piece."

As one of the five major cadres of the port mafia, she understands how qualified superiors should consider the situation, and she knows even more that Mori Ogai, the leader, is not a person of sentimentality, but a complete interest supremacy.

Just like when he discovered q's supernatural ability earlier, he knew that there would be a certain risk, but that one still let it go, and didn't adopt any policy of killing it on the spot.It must be the same attitude this time, keeping as much as possible the existence that may come in handy in the future.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help looking at the orange-haired boy with loving eyes, and said again: "Don't go out of line, and follow His Highness Sen's arrangement. Presumably, the most suitable candidate is already on the way back."

"Will that guy really show up in time..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also grunted in dissatisfaction, scratched the curly hair at the back of his head a little irritably, and suddenly remembered something important, he couldn't help but confirm: "Elder sister, I will inform my subordinates to take the little ghost head to you Taking refuge there, he should be quite obedient, right?"

"...in the tree?"

Ozaki Koye, who has always maintained a calm posture, was startled when he heard the words, as if guessing something bad, his expression changed suddenly, revealing a look mixed with worry and expectation, and said: "I haven't seen him coming over yet. , Maybe there was a riot on the way, so it’s not sure if he is hiding somewhere. Zhongye, don’t be distracted, I will be responsible for finding him.”

Being comforted by her soft voice, the orange-haired boy couldn't let go of his heart. Instead, he felt a suffocating breath in his chest, as if he had a premonition of something unknown, and his whole body panicked.

He simply took out his mobile phone from his pocket, dialed the number he knew by heart, turned around impatiently amidst the waiting tone of "beep beep beep", and walked towards the stairs, leaving the guardian alone. Hasty back.

"Zhongye?" It was probably the first time seeing him behave like this, the beautiful woman subconsciously called out to him.

At this time, he realized that he was walking too fast and forgot to say something in advance, so he turned his head slightly and responded very quickly: "Sister, anyway, I want to suppress the turmoil all the way, so I just happened to see Judging by the condition of the little devil, it's fine."

After saying this, he couldn't even wait to listen to Ozaki Koyo's exhortation, he stepped forward again, and disappeared at the corner of the corridor like lightning.

Meanwhile, the chief indoors.

"Oh, Lin Taro, your brows are so wrinkled that you almost kill mosquitoes."

The supernatural body in the shape of a loli was disgusted as usual, and then reached out and tapped the man's forehead in front of him, thoughtfully helping to flatten it, and then began to claim credit confidently, "Look, I have done a lot of things for you. Reward, should you let me go out to play?"

Mori Ogai let her poke his forehead up and down, and it was very rare that he didn't raise the corners of his lips, uttering the lolicon declaration that he was one step away from committing a crime.

As if unwilling to face his own heart, he closed his dark purple pupils, let out a deep breath, and remained silent for a long time.

Alice endured and endured, and finally couldn't bear her temper, and complained angrily: "Isn't it good to do whatever you want? Why do you always have to consider the best solution? Not only will you be tired of living, but others will also be tired." Hate you."

"Because I'm the leader."

He still didn't open his eyes, and sank his whole body into the soft leather chair, as if it were a boundless deep sea, and gradually some fine substances that could not be caught by the naked eye spread up, and his breathing became heavier under the pressure.

"Then what would you do if you weren't the leader?"

The supernatural body that possessed part of his emotions was reluctant to give up, so he took out a professional clam-opening tool and cut a hole in his tightly closed shell, exposing the inner world that had never been opened to the outside world to the air.

She stretched out her hand to hold the maker's cheek, turned to her own position forcefully, and said in a slightly persuasive manner: "Actually, I know what you really want to do, but I want to hear your own confession, Lin Taro."

"That kind of thing is absolutely impossible."

The man standing at the pinnacle of the power of the port mafia smiled, his eyelashes fluttered twice, revealing a deep crimson purple, so dark that it almost blended into the increasingly night-like scene.

"—And, I'm already the leader, so there's no need to assume it. It's meaningless at all."

p6: 40

After more than 14 hours of flight journey, the black-haired boy who was in charge of leading the team on a business trip to Italy stood up, followed the bustling crowd of people to the aisle outside the cabin door amidst the sweet farewell sound of the flight attendants.

Out of professional habits, he immediately took out his phone, turned off the airplane mode, and glanced down at the reminders that kept pouring in on the screen.

Two of them caught his attention.

The first one comes from the leader Mori Ogai, which is a special red mail, representing an emergency.The second one came from a certain kitten. It was a cat-head email that he had specially set a note on. When it was not opened, he would shake his head from side to side to remind him.

Although out of selfishness, he was very curious about what the awkward feline sent, but out of habit, he subconsciously clicked on the email of his boss and teacher.

As a result, his footsteps inevitably came to a halt.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa followed behind, keeping a distance of half a step away from the instructor. At this time, he also stood still, silently waiting for new instructions.

Although he is a bit too straightforward, it does not mean that he is a stupid type. On the contrary, he is more sensitive than a real canine and can smell danger completely.

— Mr. Dazai, you must have received a rather difficult task.

When he speculated blankly, the right hand hanging by his side secretly touched his pocket, enduring the urge to take out his phone, and continued to maintain his duty as a disciple who respects the teacher.

(A little later, you will be able to meet the seniors directly, so there is no need to rush for a while...)

"Akutagawa."

The moment his thoughts flew away, Osamu Dazai turned his head quickly, glanced at him and the black suits behind him with his cold iris-colored eyes, and ordered without any emotion: "Follow me and take a step ahead, The rest will return to the headquarters according to the original schedule."

"Yes, Mr. Dazai."

He complied without hesitation, without any desire to explore why the plan changed and what it would look like.Anyway, for him, the best news is that the result has not changed.

Unlike him, the rest of the subordinates lacked the courage to ask questions, but were full of curiosity. At this moment, they couldn't help but look around from the corner of their eyes, trying to find out the next move of the terrible boss.

Soon, they heard a sudden "boom boom" movement on the lawn not far away, as if the air flow was stirred by something powerful, shaking the glass around the passageway to faintly shake.

Everyone looked up instinctively, and saw a helicopter descending brightly above the inner courtyard of the airport, with the hatch open, as if to pick up people in an emergency.

And the young black-haired boy pressed the dial button, while holding the phone to communicate, while striding towards the direction of the helicopter, he didn't care about the different eyes of the people around him.Of course, the expression of the disciple behind him was always indifferent, and he didn't feel that he and the teacher were a little too ostentatious.

Both of them are outstandingly handsome and beautiful, and they have attracted countless admiring eyes along the way. At this time, they have been put through layers of filters by such a heroic demeanor, as if they were marked with "tall, rich and handsome" brightly above their heads. Typeface of class.

Assuming that Sicily is still in enthusiasm at this time, there are probably many people who have been looking for opportunities to strike up a conversation and start asking for phone numbers.Fortunately, the beauty of Japanese women is to be reserved. At this time, they just looked at their backs, and secretly fantasized about some romantic plots in their hearts.

Bewitched by their appearance, few people would be able to guess their real identities. In fact, they are members of the Port Mafia whose hands are stained with countless blood, making people in the outside world fearful.

Only the black suits who were thrown away were speechless, and couldn't help complaining frantically in their hearts-is it really okay for the Mafia to be so high-profile?In fact, Mr. Dazai went to the wrong set of the president drama, right?And why is it inexplicably suitable? !

The author has something to say: Everyone is online!Start the cat rescue operation!

_(:3∠)_Actually, sometimes Dazai really looks like a president, which is very strange. This enigmatic man

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