The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

It is better to describe this sentence as an order rather than an arrangement.

Everyone present didn't want to introduce themselves, but started with the sentence "Gojo Satoru and Ayatsuji pedestrians are dispatched to the port mafia".

"But it's not right now," added the first man, "In a few days, Vongola's Kirimori Rokudoku will come to Yokohama again to negotiate with them about fighting Mirufiore. At that time, the two of you will be the surveillance officers dispatched by the Supernatural Secret Service..."

Speaking of this, Gojo Satoru interrupted them: "Milufiore? Is it also an Italian mafia?"

Several people in the side seats glanced at each other, and finally one of them opened the mouth and explained: "Milfiore is a new Italian mafia, and the leader's name is Bailan Jesso."

"Other materials will be given to you after the meeting, Gojo-kun."

Gojo Satoru then nodded, indicating that he understood.

The boy turned sideways and asked them another question: "Does Ayatsuji know the specific situation?"

Ayatsuji pedestrians turned their eyes and nodded to him.

Now, after Gojo Satoru's problem was resolved, everyone in the conference room continued the unfinished topic.

"Mirufiore's ambitions have gradually been exposed," said the top agent of the Supernatural Secret Service Division to Ayatsuji and Gojo. Ordinary, partisanship between two mafia families, but now Mirufiore's hands are getting longer and longer."

He paused, and added: "Last night in Yokohama, we captured a flame ability holder who was trying to sneak into Yokohama. After interrogation, it was confirmed that the identity of the other party was a member of Mirufiore's organization."

Ayatsuji pedestrians didn't say a word the whole time, and he didn't bring his favorite doll over to play with.In the eyes of Wujo Wujo, who had barely gotten acquainted with the boy, the other party was either in a daze at this moment, or was laughing in his head at the stupidity of the group of agents in front of him.

"Mirufiore——no," Gojo Satoru denied, and changed his address, "So, what exactly is Bailan Jesso's purpose?"

There was a subtle silence in the conference room for a while because of this overly direct question.

It took a while for the superior to answer him: "The Supernatural Secret Service Division initially suspects that Mirufiore's goal is to destroy the world."

Gojo Satoru was taken aback.His first reaction was to recall the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, but his second reaction was to complain calmly: "Bryn Jesso, have you read too much of this young man's sauce shop? Can't you tell the difference between comics and reality?"

Because the boy's point of view was too sharp, the scene fell into silence for a while.

Although the matter of "destroying the world" sounds terrifying, for the special agent department who has experienced countless storms, what Miru Fiore did can only be said to have stepped on the red line, not surpassed their limit. tolerance range.

——After all, because this world is so wonderful, all kinds of terrorist organizations are dedicated to destroying the world for different reasons.

Therefore, although the two people sent by the upper echelons are the two with the most lethal ability in the supernatural agent department, the order they issued seems a bit weak: "Only when it is confirmed that Bailan Jesso does have the intention and ability to destroy the world, can you two use it?" Their respective supernatural powers attack them; as long as there is no sufficient evidence to prove this, you only need to guarantee your functions as the surveillance officers sent by the government, and ensure that Peng Lie and the port mafia will not jointly fight against Miruffio. Ray, no additional, cross-border agreement was reached."

Gojo Satoru responded, and asked in turn, "When will Rokudoko arrive in Yokohama?"

The upper-level people just replied coldly: "When he arrives, we will pass on the news to you, Mr. Wutiao. In the past few days, just go to and from get off work as usual."

They seem to regard Wujo Satoru as the less threatening of the two, and they mainly give orders through communication with Wujo alone.

Gojo Satoru and Ayatsuji Xingren have no objection to this arrangement. One is that it is beneficial to his purpose not to be vigilant at the moment, and the other is that he has long been accustomed to the attitude of the Supernatural Secret Service to avoid him like a snake.

Therefore, in the end, Ayatsuji pedestrians just asked a sentence: "After you finish these words that don't make any sense at all, can I go back?"

Very disrespectful, but also extremely clear conscience.

Several agents were annoyed by Ayatsuji's rather arrogant attitude, but they reluctantly held back because of his importance in the follow-up plan.

Seeing their acquiescence, the pedestrians of Ayatsuji raised their chins at Gojo Satoru, stood up, and walked towards the door.

Gojo Satoru also whistled extremely impolitely at the group of agents, and said that he would take over the mission before following his partner's footsteps to the corridor.

The white-haired boy and the blond-haired boy walked side by side under the somewhat dim light, leaving behind the warm yellow light shining on their heads together.

After a while, Gojo Satoru opened his mouth and asked the pedestrians of Ayatsuji: "You already knew that we would be sent to the port mafia, right? Speaking of which, Ranpo probably knew it too, and Dazai probably knew it too. That’s why he treated me like that just now.”

"In the final analysis," You Qi, who had just turned 16, sighed dissatisfiedly, "I was the only one who was kept in the dark in the end."

Ayatsuji pedestrian replied slightly mockingly: "That's right. Being able to react in time now shows that your head is only half a beautiful decoration."

"Thank you for complimenting me on my good looks," Gojo Satoru returned the words, "But if that's the case, I don't have much time left."

Gojo Satoru knew very well that he did not join the Supernatural Secret Service Division to obtain blessings, nor did he come to be a civil servant.From the beginning to the end, his goal was only to find relevant information about his ability fluctuations and analysis in an unknown archive room.

But he quickly put this matter to the bottom of his heart, and chose to chat with Yan Tsuji pedestrians: "Yan Tsuji, is this the first time you have gone abroad?"

"That's right," said the sad words, but the boy's expression was still faint, and he couldn't see any extra emotion, "I have been supervised by the Supernatural Secret Service since I was a child. There is no so-called luxury of personal freedom in the event of 'executing a mission'."

Gojo Satoru admitted frankly, "I can't understand you, Ayatsuji."

Ayatsuji Koichi answered him with an extremely cold joke that only the two of them understood: "I never expected a cat that walks upright to understand a person in a cage."

Gojo Wujo turned his head and said helplessly, "Can you stop playing with this meme?"

"It's just your retribution for playing different world memes that other people don't understand." Ayatsuji pedestrian retorted coldly.

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes, and wisely bypassed this topic—he always likes to do this, as long as he can’t beat the opponent, he is either cheating or cheating, making people feel like he has hit the cotton with a fist: “Although I can’t understand you, But it is very simple to understand the reason why you accept your fate but do not resist. Rather, I am curious why the upper echelons of the Ability Secret Service and the adults on the government side think that you have been safe and sound under their control."

Before Ayatsuji pedestrians spoke, Gojo Satoru quickly made a stop gesture, stopping what he was about to say.The white-haired boy stuck out his tongue playfully, and said righteously: "I found out that whenever you are happy, Ayatsuji, you can't help but say some provocative words with a mocking nature, and I'm a very easy The one who was provoked."

"In order to prevent the rare good conversation between the two of us from being ruined," Wujo rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "you'd better not say a word now, right?"

At this moment, Ayatsuji pedestrians are like icebergs at the North Pole in June, still carrying an unstoppable chill: "What do you want to say?"

Gojo Satoru was a little surprised and said: "I thought you knew, Ayatsuji, after all, you guys are very smart."

Ayatsuji was not ashamed to admit that it was difficult for him to figure out Gojo Satoru's thoughts: "Your thinking is too out of the ordinary, at least I almost didn't realize the thing about you throwing cakes at Chuya Nakahara."

"Okay, okay," Gojo Satoru shrugged his shoulders, "I just want to say that if you want to escape from the Supernatural Secret Service someday, I can help you."

The boy raised his eyes, just in time to see the suspicious eyes of Ayatsuji pedestrians.

Gojo Satoru frowned: "What do you mean by looking at me like that?"

Ayatsuji pedestrian denies: "I didn't 'look at you like this'."

Gojo Satoru retorted angrily on the spot: "You obviously have it! Is it because you don't trust my ability? Do you still have to ask me to wipe out half of Yokohama for you? Ayatsuji, your requirements are really high!"

Ayatsuji pedestrians were silent: "..."

After thinking for a while, the boy reluctantly explained: "No, I just don't think it's possible for you to say such a thing."

"Because you are very similar to me," Gojo Satoru laughed, "'monster'... What a nostalgic word, after coming here, it seems that few people comment on me like that."

"I'm not trying to save you," the boy said, "Yyatsuji, you should know exactly who I am."

Ayatsuji Xingren said: "I understand."

"You just think that powerful people shouldn't be restrained by those who are weaker than you, strength supremacist." For the first time, the blond boy's tone was filled with such strong irony, "Five, sometimes it will be too pure Seems too idiotic."

Gojo Satoru smiled disapprovingly: "I said just now, Ayatsuji, you are really easy to say some vicious things that are completely opposite when you are in a good mood."

The two monsters faced each other in the corridor, with the same black heart growing out of completely different appearances.

Ayatsuji Xingren knew that although Gojo Satoru said it so lightly, what he meant was serious—at least for now, he said it with full sincerity.

Moreover, Gojo Satoru is also capable of fulfilling his promise.