The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

After Hayato's roar, the conference room fell into deathly silence.

Half a minute later, Gojo Satoru said to Sawada Tsunakichi in a daze, "So you are in charge of the complaint...?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi desperately resisted his desire to complain, and asked with a distorted expression: "Mr. Gojo, do you have a serious fever?"

Gojo Satoru propped up an arm and touched his forehead: "The temperature seems to be a bit high."

Hearing this sentence, Sawada turned his head, smiled and said to the prison temple: "Hayato, Mr. Gojo is sick now, don't have such a bad attitude."

Hayato Kikuji made a standard ninety-degree bow to Sawada Tsunayoshi: "Sorry, Judaime!"

Gojo Satoru lay on the conference table, so that the freezing temperature above would make him more comfortable: "So I'm actually a 'Heroic Spirit'? What is this?"

"In a nutshell," Hayato Gouji stepped forward and replied in a businesslike tone, "it's an inhuman existence that a great man turns into after his death."

"Great man..." Wujo Satoru repeated the word meaningfully, "Are you sure?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi: "Isn't the point 'after death'?"

"Sure enough, Mr. Pengo Lie, you are just a joker," Gojo Satoru commented indifferently, "Would a normal person point out the weirdness of other people so directly?"

"So to sum it up, I'm a Heroic Spirit now, right?" Wu Tiao dragged back the topic that was getting more and more deviated, "And I can't be sure that I am the only Heroic Spirit in this world."

"It doesn't matter," Sawada Tsunayoshi replied, "I might have had this doubt before, but since Gojo and your current state are not good, it proves that even if there is a heroic spirit on Bailan's side, it will not cause too much impact."

"We can use food to supplement our strength, even if it's not very useful," Wujo Satoru reminded, "If the heroic spirits on Bailan's side eat day and night, the problem may be more serious."

"The possibility of there being a heroic spirit on Bailan's side is very low. I haven't received any information about it," Sawada Tsunayoshi pointed his finger at the table, "not to mention eating all the time... Well, it sounds too much. A bit weird."

After thinking for two seconds, Gojo Satoru had to admit that Tsunayoshi Sawada was right.

He raised his head slightly, and said to Pengele Judai: "Then let's talk about the next plan for Mirufiore..."

The ear-piercing siren suddenly rang in the ears of several people.

Kunji Hayato subconsciously protected Sawada Tsunayoshi behind him, and scolded angrily: "What are you doing?! Could it be that someone is coming to attack Judaime?!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi patted the shoulders of his left and right hands, and comforted him: "Except for Muku and Hayato, no one else knows about my trip this time, so it shouldn't be an action specifically aimed at me."

Hayato Gokuji let out a breath to calm himself down a little.

Wujo Satoru looked calm, but the words he said were not pleasant: "I guess, they probably came to find me? But because now I am staying in the same conference room as Mr. Pengele, waiting for the infiltrator to find me. At the same time, it is equivalent to discovering that the Tenth Generation of Pengele is here."

Hayato's complexion was even worse than before.But at this critical juncture, his brain still maintained a calm state: "Then we can only kill all the enemies of the enemy, so that we can never have future troubles, Judaime."

Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled helplessly: "It's better to capture them first, and take them back directly after knocking them out."

Prison Temple naturally has no objection to his boss's decision: "I understand."

Gojo Satoru moved his eyes away from the communicator, and turned his face to the two people beside him.

His expression looked a little strange: "It seems that there was only one person sneaking in, and he set off the alarm on purpose."

"I don't have the energy to determine the status of the entire base right now." Wujo waved his hand and said with some headaches, "I have no choice but to see what the other party has in mind."

Prison Temple Hayato glanced his eyeballs this way, and there were three large characters written all over his face:

"useless".

Gojo Satoru: "... Mr. Prison Temple, can your attitude towards sick patients be a little better?"

Gokuji Hayato snorted and turned his head away: "As long as you don't hold Judaime back, it doesn't matter what you think."

"This kind of loyal type is really too troublesome," Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes, "I'm the most - not good at dealing with this type, I can't help being funny."

"Shut up," said Hayato Gujiji, who was not at all affected by Gojo's deliberate provocation, "Don't make jokes at this moment of enemy invasion."

Gojo Satoru sighed, spread his hands and said, "Well, actually, I just want to relax—"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly jumped while supporting the table, and jumped from the outside of the meeting room to the inside against the wall in an instant.

In the next moment, a small knife reflecting white light slashed across from where the five hearts used to be.

"Too bad!" The infiltrator shouted loudly, holding a knife, "This is such an exquisite meeting gift that symbolizes a long-awaited reunion, Wu!"

"How long has it been since we last met? One month? Two months, three months, four months, five months?"

Gogol laughed loudly and said, "—You guessed right! That's right, the correct answer is two months and six days!"

Gojo Satoru helplessly supported his forehead: "It turned out to be you, Nikolai."

Prisoner Hayato's vigilant eyes swept back and forth between the two: "You two know each other?"

"That's right..." Wujoyi reversed his nervousness just now, sat down opposite Gogol, and asked him, "Let's not talk about the amazing 'big event' of meeting again in just two months, Ni Gulai, why are you at Mirufiore's side?"

Gogol's expression turned cold, and after muttering "boring", he threw the knife into the wall of the room without looking back.

He also crossed his legs and sat on the chair in the conference room, and replied with an exaggerated smile like a clown: "Why should I tell you this, Gojo Satoru? I think no matter how much I value you, I will not lower my respect for you." Killing heart, right?"

The young man raised his index finger, put it on his lips, tilted his head again, and made a pure and innocent expression: "Because I have always wanted to kill you! Otherwise, how could I take this What about entrusting?"

Gojo Satoru supported his chin and responded slowly: "I know."

Ignoring the sights conveyed by Sawada Tsunayoshi and Kikuji Hayato, Gojo Satoru knocked on the table with his index finger indifferently: "But you won't kill me, Nikolai."

He began to skillfully draw big pies to people again: "Freedom can be achieved without death, or 'freedom cannot be achieved even with death', Nikolai, which one do you want to see?"

Gogol blinked, and the dimples on his cheeks deepened: "'Even death cannot achieve freedom', what does this sentence mean?"

His voice was not as sharp as usual at this time, and his articulation sounded soft and gentle.

Only Gogol knew that as long as Gojo Satoru answered even one word wrong at this time, he would not be able to resist killing at this base.

The boy's blue eyes revealed a smile and anger similar to Gogol's: "Actually, I seem to have died once."

Gogol stood up suddenly, and immediately grabbed Wutiao's collar through the cloak with his palm: "'Dead already'...?"

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, and slapped Gogol's arm away with restraint: "How about this news as a bargain for your rebound? But the premise is that you can't tell Dostoevsky——no, this still counts." After all, you can't believe what you promised, Nikolai."

"Is that so?" The young man had a flash of inspiration and thought of a good idea, "Until the next mission of 'Five Decays of Heaven and Man', you have to follow me all the time, even if I go back to Japan, what is the condition?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi: "Wow..."

Gogol glanced at the astonished Sawada Tsunayoshi with a half-smile, and agreed to Gojo Satoru's condition without much thought: "Okay. But you, as a member of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and you, as a member of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man As a member of the Communist Party, as long as the personal relationship between the two people is brought to light, I guess the consequences should be very serious, right?"

Gojo Satoru was startled: "Oops. I didn't think about it at all, because my mind has already automatically resigned immediately after going back and returned to my old job as a prerequisite."

"If this is the case, there is actually a better choice..." Wujo Satoru touched his chin, "Before I came to Italy, I had a little idea of ​​doing this."

Hayato was instantly alert: "Although I don't know what you want to say, but I have a very bad premonition, shut up."

Fearing that the world would not be chaotic, Gogol raised his hands and enthusiastically voted for Gojo Satoru: "Let Wujo speak out, I think it may be a very interesting proposal!"

In a one-on-one tie, the final dominance is in the hands of Tsunayoshi Sawada.

Facing his Lanshou's expectant and apprehensive eyes, the tenth Pengelie finally replied guiltily: "Sorry, Hayato... the super intuition didn't send me a dangerous signal, so I don't think Gojo-kun will say anything." Dangerous proposition."

"Eh?" Gojo Satoru puffed his cheeks and said aggrievedly, "What kind of image do I have in your hearts? I'm actually very reliable! Super reliable!"

Selectively ignoring someone's questioning eyes, Gojo Satoru slapped the table vigorously under Gogol's expectant gaze, with his nose tilted up and his face full of complacency: "I just want to join Pengo Lie, it's a very logical idea Right!"

The Gogol seal applauded: "Wow! It's so perfect, it's worthy of enlightenment!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi: "? What did you say???"

Prisoner Hayato was furious: "Can I directly execute you on the spot right here?"