The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

Gojo Satoru only had time to sigh softly.

The next moment, the sharp blade that he had just dodged not long ago directly hit the boy's nose.

However, when it reached the critical point where it was about to be cut in half, Suehiro Tiechang couldn't do it anymore.

Wujo raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender: "I'm from the Supernatural Secret Service—probably?" Then, he stretched out his right hand again, pushed aside the white light reflecting blade in front of him, and moved forward. After walking a few steps, "I provided your locator. I thought that when the Ability Secret Service Division provided you with information, it would at least include this matter."

"The two people who escaped just now are called Gogol and Fyodor D. They are the real targets of the military and police, right?"

That's right.On the way here, Suehiro Tetsuchang's partner told him the most basic information about this mission, and the more important one was about the two terrorists who were about to be arrested.

Rather than continuing to fight with this unidentified boy with extremely strange abilities, it is better to support his companions now to prevent the two targets from running away.

Suguang Tiechang, the most powerful member of the "Hounds" in terms of strength alone, made up his mind.

So, after a hasty glance at the frivolous young man in front of him, he withdrew his knife and jumped directly from the top floor.

Gojo Satoru poked his head out, just in time to see Suehiro Tiechang fall to the ground, smashing a big sunken hole on the smooth asphalt road.Seeing this power so powerful that people don't know what to say, the young man couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and said in a half-sigh and half-joking tone:

"Wow."

His keen five senses told him that the "Hound" only sent two members.In other words, the Ability Secret Service Section does not have the power to order the military and police, and the government officials don't seem to pay much attention to the terrorists who are born with five evils.

It seems that the relationship between the Supernatural Secret Service Division and the military police is not as harmonious as ordinary people imagined—this is a good thing for Gojo Satoru himself.After all, the greatest advantage of the military and police lies in their powerful force, and this is what the young man is best at.

But is Dostoevsky in there?

Gojo Satoru took this possibility into his mind for a while.

Possibly, he thought, but the place that should occupy is probably not very important.

As long as it doesn't hinder my purpose.

After sorting out the current situation of all parties in his mind, Gojo Satoru took two steps towards the middle of the room, and sat directly on the seat Dostoevsky had just sat on.

Although I don't know what the other military policeman's ability is, but the supernatural person who can freely control the blade in his hand just now, as long as Gogol handles it well, the threat is not particularly great.

And Dostoyevsky's supernatural ability is also unknown-wouldn't this be at least a two-to-two tie!

Gojo Satoru didn't have the slightest sense of guilt that he should have felt after cheating his friend. Instead, he just sat there, happily counting the respective chances of victory for both sides.

They all waited until the boy took out the psp in his pocket and started playing the game. After a while, the next group of people came here.

It may not be right to say "approval", after all, there was only one military policeman just now, and now there is only one messy footstep humming a strange tune and walking this way.

Osamu Dazai left Chuya Nakahara, who had fallen into a coma from using "Dirty", and came to the room alone with the broken door, just in time to see Gojo Satoru playing psp with full concentration.

Osamu Dazai knew in his heart that Wujo Satoru had never joined the Five Decays of Heaven and Man.In his heart, he secretly laughed at a certain Russian who made him very disliked, but on the face, he stepped in and asked the white-haired boy, "Why are you still here?"

Gojo Satoru put down the half-playing game in his hand, raised his head, with a half-smile expression on his face, and replied in a relaxed tone: "Because I'm waiting for someone."

Hearing these words, Osamu Dazai couldn't help but darken his eyes a little.He also imitated Wu Tiao's exaggerated tone, and asked back: "Who are you waiting for? Could it be that you are waiting for me?"

"It's really embarrassing—" Without waiting for Gojo Satoru to respond affirmatively or negatively, the boy opened his iris-colored eyes wide, and shouted in a fuss, "Do you have something to say to me?"

"That's right," but Gojo Satoru is also a master of ambiguity, and he said confidently without any shyness on his lips, "I'm waiting for you, and I have something to tell you."

He paused, and added: "Very important words."

"I told you before that what I dislike the most is bitter chocolate," the young man recalled for a while, and roughly recounted the conversation between the two at the banquet a few months ago, "The five decays of heaven and man are bitter chocolate, and different Noh Secret Service Division is my second least favorite Japanese sweet that is too sweet."

Osamu Dazai nodded enthusiastically: "That's right! After all, Gojo-kun, you are the kind of person who relies entirely on your own mood to make corresponding decisions."

Gojo Satoru also laughed and said, "That's why one of my favorite things to do is to go back on what I promised."

Osamu Dazai did not expect this sentence.

If Gojo Satoru doesn't join the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, and doesn't have much interest in the Supernatural Secret Service—then, on the premise that he resigned from the detective agency not long ago, there are only two best decisions:

First, stay neutral and don't join any organization; second, join the Port Mafia.

No matter which one it is, it will not harm the interests of Hong Kong blacks.

"I regret it!" The boy grinned like a cat with white hair and blue eyes, looking cute and hateful.He repeated again with a bright face: "I regret it, so I decided to join the Supernatural Secret Service Division!"

Osamu Dazai's expression suddenly became gloomy.

Gojo Satoru is not an idiot, nor is he a fool. He dared to say such a thing in front of the reserve cadres of the port mafia, so he naturally had some confidence in his heart.

In other words——he was very sure that he could join the Supernatural Secret Service, and he was also sure that the Supernatural Secret Service would accept him.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through the boy's mind.After about ten seconds, he spoke again, but with a hint of conviction in his tone: "Is there someone for you in the Supernatural Secret Service Division?"

Gojo Satoru stretched out his palm and spread it out helplessly.He sighed, and pretended to complain to Osamu Dazai: "Why do you and Dostoevsky both like to use such strange expressions? The description of 'my people' sounds really strange , although it is true, but I will never mess with men and women."

Seeing the subtle eyes of the mafia on the opposite side, he belatedly said "ah", and added: "I won't mess with male-male relationships either."

Osamu Dazai fell into silence for half a second after being overwhelmed by the gossip passed down by the Gojo family ancestors.

Fortunately, even though he hasn't fully grown up yet, he can be regarded as half of a love story guide now.After just being dazed for a while, the young man came to his senses, gave two perfunctory "hehe", and replied expressionlessly: "A man like you who is fastidious and untrustworthy will never be liked by a beautiful lady. "

"Besides, didn't I tell you when we first met?" Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes, "I don't intend to have any kind of martyrdom with you."

Gojo Satoru immediately replied: "Don't worry, I haven't considered this possibility at all. You are thinking too much."

The two of them sneered face to face.

Osamu Dazai is not in a good mood at the moment.

And Gojo Satoru was still sitting opposite and chattering endlessly: "It's not so much that I have reached a cooperation with someone from the Supernatural Secret Service, but it's because I have a former colleague with a good character?"

"I see." The formidable member of the port mafia known as "Double Black" nodded suddenly, "Did you actually contact the Supernatural Secret Service through the relationship with the Armed Detective Agency?"

After all, no matter what, the Armed Detective Agency that manages the "Twilight" in Yokohama is also different from the port mafia.

Osamu Dazai frowned, and commented in an impatient tone: "It's really an annoying bottom line."

"Okay!" Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his mouth, clapped his hands with great interest, and made a final summary of the current situation, "Anyway, I can't help you as a member of the Port Mafia about my joining the Supernatural Secret Service Division." Stop it? It’s pointless to continue talking about this matter, why not talk about other topics.”

When Osamu Dazai heard this, the alarm sounded quickly in his mind: "No, I'm only here to confirm whether you will join Hong Kong gangsters, and forget about other things."

The boy didn't intend to let this guy go.After he took out the locator that Dostoevsky gave him from his pocket, he threw it towards Osamu Dazai casually: "Before you go, let me explain this bug plus locator. How's things going?"

Osamu Dazai was smashed, so he turned around, lowered his head, and glanced at the square machine still rolling on the floor: "Isn't this pretty good?" He plausibly argued, "If you don't have this thing, you Wouldn't it be impossible to find the location of Fyodor D?"

Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "You underestimate me too——Osamu Dazai, even if you didn't stuff it into my coat cuff, I can still arrive at this building in time to settle accounts with Dostoevsky .”

He stood up, walked in front of Dazai Osamu, leaned down slightly, and looked up at the boy in front of him: "Thank you for the locator, otherwise I would have nothing to do with Luanbu. After all, I can’t make something similar on the spot.”

"But I still don't like your behavior, Dazai," Gojo Satoru said with a smile, but his eyes were as cold as if filled with an iceberg, which was so steep and cold that people couldn't look directly at it. Forced to do something, I thought I was Pavlov's dog."

He raised his hands, raised the sleeves of both arms slightly, and after making a gesture of beating someone up on the spot, he asked coldly: "Why don't we two settle the score? How about seeing who has lost and who has won so far?"

The author has something to say: the hairline has receded a bit recently...

感谢在2020-06-1218:11:58~2020-06-1303:09:13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 cast the deep water torpedo: Dawn Sky 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 22 bottles of water;

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