Canary of the gods

Osamu Dazai looked at a monk who believed in whatever he said, and sighed inexplicably: "Aren't you worried that I'm lying to you?"

A priest said without hesitation, "What are you planning?"

"..." Osamu Dazai smiled helplessly, exchanged his crossed legs, and said as a matter of course, "No one wants a supernatural power like 'Want to come true', right? Not a problem at all."

"But..." A priest looked at him and replied seriously, "If I want to leave, you can't stop me."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, took out a pistol from the inner pocket of his long coat, loaded it, and pressed the black muzzle between the eyebrows of a priest.

A priest blinked his eyes, and asked a very realistic question: "Do you think it's you who pulled the trigger faster, or I who broke your arm faster?"

"Probably..." The corners of Osamu Dazai's mouth were raised high, his eyes were dark and dull, like a big villain in TV dramas, "I."

Before the words fell, Osamu Dazai pulled the trigger.

"click"

It's an empty gun.

One of the temple cultivators didn't even bat an eye.He maintained the previous posture, and said solemnly: "If you go at this speed, then I still feel that I am faster than you.".

With a "snap", the pistol was casually thrown by Dazai Osamu on the side table.

Sure enough, I can't scare him, it's boring...

"Ah, that's right." Dazai Osamu seemed to think of something, and suddenly said, "It is inconvenient to disclose the matter of different time and space, and your supernatural ability has not come back yet, so in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, this You can stay in this room for a while."

"Oh." A priest nodded indifferently.

"Besides..." Osamu Dazai changed his voice, frowned slightly, and said in distress, "For some reason, this room has been in a state of signal shielding, so I'm afraid you can't access the Internet ..."

The crisis radar is activated instantly.

A temple cultivator tentatively said, "The TV series..."

"Look." Osamu Dazai looked up and scanned the room, and said regretfully, "There is no TV or projector in the room. Anyone who enters this room must undergo a body check, and electronic products are not allowed in."

clear!sky!clap!Thunder!

A temple cultivator's pupils shook violently, and his whole body was not well.

He grabbed Osamu Dazai's sleeve and tried to save him: "I think it's possible to change the room...?"

The person who had never changed his expression when faced with a gun before, but now he was so frightened when he heard that there was no Internet and no TV series.

Osamu Dazai held back his smile, looked at Ji Yi with a perplexed look, and said, "But, for now, it's best for you to stay in this room."

"Why?" A priest asked eagerly.

In the days when there is no Internet and no TV dramas, his social fear of squatting at home is completely unbearable, okay?

"Because..." Osamu Dazai tapped his fingers on the thick solid wood table, and said unhurriedly, "This is the office of the head of the port mafia. Walk out of the chief's office, how do you think my subordinates who are guarding the door will react?"

……Eh?

A temple repair was taken aback for a moment.

"You...are the head of the port mafia?"

"That's right." Osamu Dazai smiled, and folded his hands in front of him to form a tower, "Things like assassination are already commonplace for me, but my lovely subordinates, one by one More nervous than I am."

After finishing speaking, he motioned for a monk to look to the left.

"?" It's just a dark wall, what's there to see?

Doubt was written all over his face.

Osamu Dazai explained to him gently: "After the electricity is turned on, this wall can become a transparent floor-to-ceiling window, which can have a panoramic view of the streets and buildings outside. But... since I took office, this wall has not passed electricity once, Do you know why?"

A monk who didn't know what he wanted to express asked, "Why?"

Osamu Dazai did not answer his question directly, but picked up a remote control that was no bigger than a palm and pressed the button.

"Swish"

The electrified floor-to-ceiling windows lit up one after another, and bright sunlight poured into the house through the windows, driving away the darkness.

However, just as the floor-to-ceiling windows were half-opened, countless bullets hit the window like raindrops.

Before a temple cultivator had time to be surprised, his ears keenly caught the "whoosh", a strange sound of breaking through the air.

He locked onto the place where the sound came from almost instantly, and then saw a bullet become transparent the moment it was about to hit the glass, and penetrated the laminated glass that could easily prevent the shell without any hindrance, and went straight towards it. Osamu Dazai's head flew towards him.

Ji Yiji's eyes widened slightly, and he quickly pulled Osamu Dazai off the chair.

The bullet just grazed Osamu Dazai's hair and hit the floor with a "bang".

At the moment Dazai Osamu was about to fall to the ground, a priest supported him, then grabbed his long black coat draped over his shoulders with one hand, kicked him unceremoniously behind the desk and hid him.

Then, he draped Dazai Osamu's long black coat over his shoulders, and became the enemy's target instead of Dazai Osamu.

He rolled over, dodging the strange bullets that hit him one after another.

At this time, Dazai Osamu's voice sounded leisurely: "He still has the last bullet."

It was too late to say it, but the last bullet had already come to a temple cultivator, but this time he did not hide.

His light golden eyes reflected a cold light in the sunlight, his spirit was extremely concentrated, and his senses were magnified to the extreme.Everything in front of him seemed to have been applied with slow motion special effects, and even the dust raised during the actions could be clearly seen.

The bullet spun, breaking through the smoke and dust in mid-air at dozens or even hundreds of times the speed of the surrounding things, and struck between the eyebrows of a temple cultivator.

But just a second before the bullet was about to hit him, a temple cultivator made a quick move with lightning speed, and even held the bullet in his hand!

As Osamu Dazai said, the streets of Yokohama can be seen from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

They are located on a high floor, and looking from the front, there is no building with their height at all.So, where did the enemy who sniped Osamu Dazai shoot from?

After a rough observation of the situation outside the window, a priest consciously observed the direction of the bullet while avoiding the gunshot.

Probably for the purpose of precise aiming, the enemy's movement speed is not fast, and the angle of the bullets in the previous few attacks has changed very little.

Therefore, it didn't take a lot of effort for a temple repairer to determine the approximate location of the enemy.

Taking advantage of the time when the opponent was reloading the magazine, Yi Yijiu assumed a standard baseball pitcher's posture, swung his arm, and threw the bullet in his hand!

"boom"

The bullet penetrated the extremely high-strength laminated glass and hit the "invisible" sniper with undiminished power.

"what!"

There was a scream outside the window, the bullet pierced the sniper's forehead, and was sent flying backwards a few meters by the impact.Without the cover of the supernatural power, the other party finally showed his figure.

Huh?

Sixiu Yiyi looked at the sniper and thought to himself, what a coincidence, he was an acquaintance.

That turned out to be Asada from another time and space.

He carried a pair of bird-like mechanical wings on his shoulders, and it seemed that that thing helped him carry out this high-level sniping.

After the operator died, the out-of-control mechanical wings took his body twisting and falling from the air.

It's just that he had just descended to a height of less than ten meters, and his body suddenly stopped in midair, as if being caught by an invisible rope.

what happened?

Do you still have accomplices?

A priest frowned when he saw it, and just picked up the bullet casings from the ground, and was about to try to attack the opponent's surroundings again, but suddenly heard a "bang", and the door of the office was violently pushed open.

"What's going on?! Do you know how many people outside are thinking about your life...?!"

The combat power ceiling of the port mafia, Mr. Nakahara Nakaya, who is also one of the five major cadres, did not see their annoying leader the moment he stepped into the chief's office, but saw a strange face on the other side's shoulder. He was also wearing a familiar long coat.

"Who are you?" His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, his voice was low, and the furniture and decorations in the room were all floating under the control of his supernatural power, "Where is that bastard leader? Where did you get him?" ?!"

Seeing the furniture floating around, a priest blinked his eyes, and probably understood why the attacker suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"Tsk!" Zhong Yuan smacked his lips impatiently, "Answer my question!"

The furniture floating in mid-air smashed towards a temple.

A temple cultivator neither dodged nor dodged, stretched out his finger and pointed towards a certain place.

"hold head high?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked in the direction he pointed out——

Their leader was sitting cross-legged on the ground, smiling and waving at him, "Oh, Zhongye, I'm sitting so short that you didn't notice it at all. Could it be because you're used to looking up at me?"

"..."

Nakahara Chuya popped out two blue veins on his forehead, and the words he said seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "You bastard——"

"Huh? What did you say?" Osamu Dazai smiled unchanged.

"..." Zhongyuan Zhong also choked suddenly, grinding his molars in displeasure, took a second to put away his exposed emotions, and took off the hat on his head, "Excuse me, leader .”

"Then, let me introduce you." Osamu Dazai clapped his hands happily, slowly got up from the ground, and sat on the chair that had just returned to its original position.

On his left is Chuya Nakahara with arms folded and a displeased expression on his face, and on his right is a temple monk with a leisurely expression while tossing bullet casings.

Spread your left hand: "This is my dog."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Spread your right hand: "This is my cat."

A temple cultivator: "..."

Osamu Dazai folded his hands and said in a very happy mood: "I hope you get along well and don't fight~"

"...huh?!" ×2