The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

In Sigma's eyes, Dostoevsky is a man with deep thoughts and Gogol is a madman.

And now the newly added Gojo Satoru is an arrogant bastard who doesn't consider other people's feelings at all.

"Shenwei is not in Russia." Sigma looked at Dostoyevsky, who was sitting opposite him, with a little disapproval on his face, "Are you sure you want to be at this time—only three of the five , is a new member identified in this case?"

Gojo Satoru glanced at the young man who spoke with a strange look: "You don't have to be so serious."

After all, except for Sigma, everyone present knew that Gojo Satoru would never be able to stay in the Five Decays of Heaven and Man forever.

Dostoevsky explained: "Gojo-kun worked in Japan's Supernatural Secret Service before, and as you know, Sigma, Japan, especially Yokohama, is the main battlefield we have already decided."

Gojo Satoru showed the astonishment in his eyes when he heard this for the first time.

Sigma's expression finally calmed down.He thought about the meaning of Fyodor's words for a while, and finally understood the man's thoughts: "Is it the Supernatural Secret Service...I understand."

Shenwei, the leader of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, is currently serving in the Hound Force.

And the Supernatural Secret Service Division is in a relationship with the hounds that use each other and restrain each other. If there are five comprehensions in——

"But I've probably been counted as a defector." Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, "In about a few weeks, when the special affairs department has finished dealing with the relevant affairs, Ayatsuji will start using his Ability."

An attack that is not a one-hit kill cannot cause damage to Gojo Satoru.

"The curse of the law of causality is not troublesome to me," Gojo said of "Another" after raising his own strength, "but you should be more troublesome, because the Supernatural Secret Service has always been an organization. Never trusted me."

"No," Sigma categorically denied Gojo Satoru's statement, "What we need is someone who can maintain contacts with many forces in Yokohama openly, and under this premise, will not arouse suspicion from others."

Gojo Satoru looked at his fingers: "Do you have such high demands on temporary workers?"

The boy raised his hand, supported his right cheek and shook his head: "Be careful, after I betray you, you will be in a dilemma."

"Although Gojo-kun likes to jump back," Dostoevsky showed a hypocritical smile at Gojo Satoru, "but so far, there is still no record of sneaking into other forces to serve as spies, which is enough .”

Gogol also dismissed Wutiao's statement: "If Wu Tiao's betrayal is interesting enough, it should be better for me, right?"

Sigma glanced at Gogol, feeling the familiar despair in his heart.

There is always a very foreboding feeling.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded, expressing his opinion that he agreed with Gojo Satoru to join.

"Then the next question is," Gojo Satoru raised his index finger with a serious face, "As an international terrorist organization, the Five Decays of Heaven and Man should have stipulated benefits and salaries."

He also used an affirmative sentence.

Gojo Satoru's sharp eyes swept over Gogol and Dostoyevsky, who smiled calmly, and finally fell on Sigma, who was very valuable at first glance.

"Is it the logistics you are in charge of?"

The young man asked questions with reason.

The corner of Zi Gema's mouth twitched: "There is no such regulation."

No matter how you think about it, it is impossible.Sigma complained silently in his heart, is this person's brain okay?Is it true that Gogol, who recommends this person to join the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, has no problem with his brain?

Gojo Satoru turned pale with shock: "Do you mean that the employees of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man don't get paid?"

"no……"

Sigma was confused: "Terrorist organization|organization still pays salaries to its members?"

Gojo Satoru looked worse than before: "Are you voluntarily working for that Kamui without pay? Could it be that you are doing charity?!"

Something doesn't feel right but nothing seems wrong.

Gojo raised his arms, and made a complaining voice like a student answering a question in class: "It's all my fault that Nikolai didn't remind me to bring some money. I thought this guy had already arranged everything after that."

"But I don't have any money, so I've been with you all the time." Gogol said innocently, "That's why we applied for a cowherd, didn't we?"

That's what happened!

Sigma could feel that since Gojo Satoru and Gogol got mixed up, the frequency of his complaints began to increase significantly.

"Nikolai is so useless!" Gojo Satoru complained loudly, "I came here illegally, and I can't find an ordinary job here, so I can only rely on my only friend to support me!"

"But even this can't be done," the boy let out a "hum" from his nose, "I'm really going to starve to death if this continues."

Sigma's eyes were subtle: "The relationship between the two of you is really good."

Gogol was silent.He finally realized that if Gojo Satoru joined the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, it would not only bring him happiness, but also a heavy food expenditure.but,

"Do you really need to eat?"

The young man stared straight at Gojo Satoru: "After all, you are not human."

Dostoevsky raised his eyebrows with a smile when he heard this.

Gojo Gori said bluntly: "What I want to eat is dessert. I need spiritual pleasure more than physical satisfaction. Nikolai, you can definitely understand my thoughts."

After thinking for two seconds, Mr. Nikolai Gogol was convinced by Wutiao in Sigma's shocked eyes.

"It makes sense." Gogol cared about money for the first time since joining the Five Decays of Heaven and Man. "Why doesn't Shenwei pay us wages?"

Dostoevsky replied slowly: "If you want, you can go to Shenwei to get it yourself."

Gojo Satoru: "...?"

He didn't understand.

Gojo Satoru doesn't know the true identity of Kamui, the leader of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man—that is, the captain of the Hound Squad, the hero of the country, Fukuji Sakurachi.

He could only turn his eyes in doubt, and turned his attention to Sigma who suddenly fell silent with a face of resistance, and Gogol who looked obviously more excited than before.

Gogol laughed: "But if we want to receive 'salary', Wu, the two of us have to smuggle to Japan to lie down."

Wutiaowu: "..."

"Forget it then," the young man's expression gradually became indifferent, "I feel like someone who specially ran from the countryside to the city to collect debts. It sounds too miserable."

Gojo Satoru changed the subject in time, lest Gogol really planned to go to Japan again as soon as he got interested.

"So what do you usually rely on to survive?" Wutiao raised his eyebrows, "Murder? Swindle? Develop a cult? Rely on your stupid, sweet heads and pretty faces?"

Sigma gasped, feeling targeted: "Hey! What do you mean?"

Wujo Wuli was straightforward: "It's not interesting, am I just explaining objectively?"

Gogol snickered again, which made Sigma's complexion worse and worse.

He really couldn't stand it anymore, and decided to immediately solve this topic that was not only boring, but also personally attacking himself.

Sigma raised his hand and pointed to the outside of the corridor: "There are other vacant rooms in this base, you can just find a room for yourself."

Speaking of this, the young man couldn't help holding his forehead, and continued with some gratitude, "We don't usually stay here all the time——everyone has their own things to do. You can do whatever you want."

When Sigma said this, he suddenly realized something, and suddenly stopped talking: "Speaking of which, shouldn't you be responsible for explaining these things, Fyodor?"

Dostoevsky raised the corners of his mouth at him, and smiled softly: "So, I really thank you, Sigma, for this matter."

Sigma was about to vomit blood.

He felt that he couldn't even pass one round between these three psychopaths, so he immediately chose the plan of retreating and admitting defeat.

He stood up, said "goodbye" weakly and politely, and left the room with his weary steps.

"Let's live with Nikolai," Gojo Satoru said with a particularly natural expression, as if he didn't notice how misleading this statement was, and he didn't think about the possibility of being rejected by Gogol, "then It's such a hassle to redo a set of rooms."

The other two people present knew it was just an excuse.Gogol didn't live here often—now, maybe after Gojo Satoru—so his room was definitely not much better than other abandoned ones.

Gojo Satoru made a decision on Tigogol without authorization: "You rubbed against my room during Penglei, now it's my turn to live with you, who is lonely and wandering alone."

When he said such unkind words, the boy didn't even blink his eyes, as if he really thought about it.

Gogol immediately agreed to Wutiao's request with a face full of duty: "It's very happy to be able to live with Wu."

Dostoevsky: "...I'm going back to my room first."

Gojo Satoru also stood up, walked to Gogol, and stretched out his hand to pull his cloak: "It's time to go back."

Going back is a word that makes Gogol both happy and annoyed—however, judging from the current situation, there are still more positive emotions for it.

Gojo Satoru kicked and stomped on the floor, and was led by Gogol to a room.

The decoration style is completely different from Gogol's simplicity.

"I was peeped into my private life..." Gojo Satoru carefully looked around the whole room before sitting on the dusty sheets, "Aren't you unhappy? Nikolai."

Gogol nodded amidst the five lazy and confident gazes, and leaned himself against the table at the side of the room: "Yes."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru's eyes widened in disbelief, "Did you just say 'yes'? Did I understand correctly that you would be unhappy with me?"

He couldn't control it, and almost smashed the whole bed into pieces with his palm.

"But I can endure it," Gogol replied.He took a few steps forward, and stroked his somewhat cold gloves to Wujo Wu's ear, "For you, for freedom."

He bent down, his lips brushed the earlobe down, and finally printed on the skin surface of the five neck arteries.

Gojo Goto reached out, grabbed Gogol's shoulders, and brought him down on the bed together.

The boy raised his eyebrows, and answered provocatively:

"I don't think you need patience now."

The author has something to say: ... the card is ending.