After being laid off, I became a god judge

"If you can't do it, I can do it for you."

Seeing the silence of the orange-haired young man, Fujikawa thought that he was reluctant to attack his subordinates. Foxnosuke had mentioned to him before that this young black/hand/party cadre was very affectionate and loyal. It is his subordinates who take extra care of him, and have always treated them as relatives.

Not only is he strong, serious and responsible, but he is also a good boss who cares for his subordinates. Toki Fujikawa felt that the job of being an interrogator was tailor-made for him.

However, the advantages of young people are more than these. Being able to become a cadre of the port gang/hand/party at such a young age, apart from his own strong strength, he also has absolute loyalty to the organization of the port gang/hand/party. It is absolutely impossible for a person to leave the port gang/hand/party so easily by his few words.

What's more, Fujikawa Toki was not the kind of person who would play tricks.

Fujikawa bowed his head and pondered for a moment, wondering if he would blow up the Ganghei Building, would this person consider changing jobs to become a judge.

......

The young black/hand/party cadre didn't know that the black-haired young man next to him was planning to blow up the headquarters building of the port black/hand/party. He shook his head and rejected Fujikawa Toki's proposal of "doing it on his behalf", looking solemnly at Opposite the possessed black/hand/party member.

"People of the black/hand/party must naturally be dealt with by the black/hand/party."

When Fujikawa watched him rush into the crowd, he overwhelmed the group of possessed gangsters/hands/parties, but I don't know if he took into account that the group of people had injuries on their bodies, and when he attacked, they were all injured. Try to control the strength as much as possible, so although the group of people were easily subdued by him, the time retrograde army attached to them was not eliminated.

The orange-haired young man cast a questioning look towards this side. Although he didn't speak, Fujikawa Toki could probably guess what he wanted to say.

I obviously did as you said, why haven't they returned to normal?

Because yours is not a "beat up" at all.

Fujikawa stepped forward with a blank face, and casually punched a black/hand/party in the stomach. The black/hand/party member let out a muffled grunt and fell unconscious on the ground. At the same time, a wisp of slightly weird black chess overflowed from his mouth.

Fujikawa turned his head and glanced at the orange-haired youth, and signaled with his eyes that he should do like this.

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

Waiting for the port gang/hand/party to come and bring back the group of black lizards who were beaten unconscious on the ground, and after confirming that the time retrograde army should not appear again, Fujikawa is ready to go back, Mikazuki and Crane Maru was still waiting for him in the barbecue restaurant in the red brick warehouse. He had made the two of them wait once before, so he couldn't make them wait this time.

"Wait a moment."

Just as he turned around and was about to leave, the young man behind him suddenly called out to stop him.

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his hand to straighten the slightly crooked brim of his hat, and said slowly, "Our BOSS would like to invite you to come over."

Toki Fujikawa always felt that this sentence was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

But let’s not talk about what the boss of the port gang/hand/party wanted him for. In short, he has no time to attend this appointment. After telling this answer to the orange-haired youth opposite, the other party was silent for a few seconds, and then asked him to accept the appointment. What are your plans when you come down.

"I'm going to eat at a barbecue restaurant in the red brick warehouse later."

Fujikawa Toki replied truthfully.

"Do you want to go together?"

He has a good impression of this orange-haired young man. Apart from his strong strength and strong sense of responsibility, he also feels very kind to him because of his height.

These days, he has been staying with Mikazuki and Tsurumaru, and he has almost forgotten what it feels like to look down on others.

Of course, the orange-haired young man standing opposite him didn't know what he was thinking now. When he heard that Fujikawa invited him to eat barbecue, he froze for a moment, and then refused.

"no need."

After thinking about it, he added another sentence, "I still have things to deal with here."

"Oh."

Fujikawa nodded. He didn't think the other party would agree. It was expected that he was rejected. It should be said that he refused, otherwise he didn't know how to explain to Mikazuki and Tsurumaru why he went out for a trip. Bring someone back.

After Fujikawa left, Chuya Nakahara returned to the headquarters building of the port gang/hand/party. The first thing he did when he came back was to report the situation to the BOSS.

Mori Ogai, the leader of the port gangster/hand/party, is a middle-aged uncle who does not seem to have any characteristics. It should be said that only by looking at the appearance, he will give people a sense of depression and decadence. This person's greatest hobby seems to be It is to change all kinds of beautiful little skirts for a girl named Alice.When Nakahara Zhongya walked into the leader's office, the leader was holding a pink cake skirt, begging the blond girl to put it on.

Zhong Yuanzhong was not surprised either. He took off the black wide-brimmed top hat on his head after entering the office, saluted the boss opposite, and then told the other party a detailed account of the incident. Of course, it also includes things about Fujikawa.

At first Mori Ogai was still playing with the blond girl, but after hearing Fujikawa Toki's name, he turned his head and looked at his excellent subordinates who were standing there reporting to him.

"The Fujikawa-kun you mentioned, when I sent someone to invite him here as a guest this morning, he was severely rejected. Now those people are still lying in the medical room on the eighth floor."

Mori Ogai sat down, propped his elbows on the table, clasped his hands together to support his chin, and said calmly.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also moved his eyes slightly, "The subordinates don't think he intends to provoke us."

"Although there is no provocation, there is no plan to make friends."

Mori Ogai propped his chin with one hand, and gently tapped the table with the other hand, "Chuya-kun, you have fought against him, what do you think of his strength?"

Zhong Yuan Zhong also lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "Above me."

He, Fujikawa, fought against each other when they first met, but it was not so much a fight, it was actually a unilateral attack by him. The other party obviously wanted to hide his true strength, and he never made a move from the beginning to the end, but just beat him. All the attacks were intercepted, but based on this alone, it can be seen that the strength of that person is above him.

When Mori Ogai heard Nakahara Chuya's answer, a trace of surprise flashed across his face, but he soon returned to normal.

"This is the first time I've heard such an evaluation from Mr. Zhongye. If this person can join our port gang/hand/party, he will definitely become a powerful combat force."

Having said that, a trace of regret appeared in Mori Ogai's eyes, "It's a pity that he doesn't seem to be interested in our organization."

"Having said that, this person suddenly appeared in Yokohama. We can't just let him do whatever he wants under our noses when the origin and purpose are not clear. First, send a group of people to monitor secretly. If he has anything Suspicious move..."

This sentence ended abruptly, Mori Ogai raised his eyes and looked at the orange-haired youth opposite, his expression remained calm, except for his eyes were cold.

Zhong Yuan looked down at his hands wrapped in black leather gloves, and nodded silently.

......

In an unremarkable small bar in Yokohama, a young man in his early twenties sat in front of the bar, casually shaking the glass in his hand. The amber whiskey reflected a dizzy color under the dim light, and the transparent ice The block collided with the inner wall of the glass, making several crisp echoes.An old lyrical song is playing on the slightly old gramophone, and the soothing and low tone is very suitable for the current quiet atmosphere in the store.

The young man seemed to like this piece of music very much, and hummed softly along with the rhythm over and over again, while resting his left hand on the bar counter and slowly beating along with the rhythm of the music.

The bartender in a bartender uniform stood silently at the bar and mixed drinks, but in fact, if you observe carefully, you will find that his eyes are glazed, and the movements of his hands are a little stiff, not as smooth as ordinary bartenders .

A black vortex suddenly appeared in the empty place, and a guy who was wrapped tightly in a black cloth walked out of the vortex.

"It failed this time too."

His voice was hoarse and harsh, as rough and harsh as rusted iron that had been rubbed with sandpaper.

"Well, that Mr. God Judge is really powerful. He should be even stronger than the All Might that you said will defeat me twice in the future."

The young man put down the wine glass in his hand, turned around and looked at the strange guy who didn't know if he was a human or a ghost.

"Shouldn't we think about how to get rid of him first?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of the young man's mouth. He looked harmless to humans and animals, but what he said was completely opposite to these words.

"Need not."

The man shook his head and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"He is different from us and cannot change history at will."

"Then when you returned to All Might or that Fujikawa when they were just born, it's fine for them to solve them before they grow up. Why bother to ask me to cooperate?"

The young man spread his hands towards him with an expression of indifference.

The man glanced at him, "Changing history is not as easy as you think, even we need certain conditions before we can..."

After saying this, he stopped and did not continue to speak.

"In the future, if there is another situation, I will inform you again. Before that, you just need to hide your identity as a supernatural being."

The man left after leaving this sentence, and the young man returned to the state before the man came, drinking some wine and humming a tune.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he took out a stack of photos from his pocket and spread them all out on the bar.

"Well, this one's good, um, this one's good too, ah, this one's good too..."

He buried his head in those photos and made a sound of admiration from time to time.

But the admiration stopped abruptly when he picked up a certain photo.

"It seems that this is the most difficult thing right now..."

He stared at the photo for a while, then tapped on the bar a few times with his fingers, "Hello, Mr. Bartender."

The bartender standing at the bar turned his head to look at him stiffly, and the young man handed him the photo in his hand, "I beg you to get rid of this guy as soon as possible, his supernatural ability is too troublesome."

The bartender accepted the photo with a blank expression. In the photo was a young man with brown hair in a beige windbreaker. The young man put his hands in his pockets and looked towards the camera casually.

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The author has something to say: Why does Lun Ahshi want to poach Chuya so much

Because I introduce a god judge to the Government of Time/Government, there will be a commission after successful employment [Also, Chuya's height looks very friendly (super soft voice)]

Chuya: ... [Pollution Warning]

感谢在2020-01-0923:08:59~2020-01-1023:47:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Tomato Es1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Ah Qi 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Ye Jiuqi; 20 bottles of really tough guys never look back at Xiuwen, red Katyusha; 5 bottles of Ah Qi; 2 bottles of April;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!