The daily life of Bat Cubs traveling through Yokohama

Location, Middle East.Location, base station near the oil field.

A harsh light shone in through the window in the center of the base station.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly because of the glare, and physiological salt water flowed out from the corners of his eyes.

The light dimmed, and the brown-black-haired boy blinked.The kite pupils are as clear as a mirror, as clean as a child opening their eyes for the first time.

"How does it feel?"

Osamu Dazai turned his head and wiped his dry and soft cheeks...

Jason took a step back like a cat, with a furious expression on his face, "You should say hello anyway, I don't want to eat paint."

In order to blend in with the crowd and conceal their features, their faces were painted with several coats of military camouflage oil suitable for the desert.

"I didn't expect you to be so close to me..." Osamu Dazai said with innocent eyes, then he covered his chest with his hands, and the cloth material there was tightly gripped by him, "Hmm...it feels a little disgusting. "

"It's right to be disgusting." Jason raised his right hands that were clasped together, with a disgusted expression on his face, "So don't let go quickly, two men are holding hands, are you hypocritical?"

"Obviously you were the one who got on board first." After Osamu Dazai let go of his hand, he looked at Jason with an unbelievable expression on his face, "I thought this was a way for you Americans to express your companionship. It was easy to hold back and not shake off."

"Believe me, my dear, we don't have this kind of culture there," Jason casually put his elbows on Osamu Dazai's shoulders, and then seemed to think of something, and said with a troubled expression, "Uh——shouldn't be... Bar?"

He thought that when Roy and Jason got along, the body language could be called "intimacy". He didn't know if it was really a friendly expression between men, or it was influenced by the "imported culture" of aliens.

When he was in school, he didn't make any good friends, so he didn't have much experience in getting along with him. In his world, the alien index on the earth alone exceeded the standard, and outsiders would also go to alien planets. Task……

Osamu Dazai observed Jason's extremely tangled expression at close range in this posture of Jason.

"Look, you don't know it very well, and don't you think there are a few million problems with your address?" Osamu Dazai had a helpless expression of "I really can't help you", "So there is nothing I can do to misunderstand you. .”

"Ah..." Jason bounced off like an electric shock, and put his arm down awkwardly, "I forgot that you Asians are more reserved, I will pay attention to it in the future."

"Don't be so restrained, we are teammates, aren't we? It's too tragic to have to 'wear a mask' in front of teammates~" Osamu Dazai approached a few steps and entangled him, "So, come here as you feel comfortable, like this You can also get to know each other better~"

Jason breathed a sigh of relief, and besides, he is not a person who is too picky about details, and he immediately smiled, "As long as you don't mind. However, if you feel any discomfort due to any actions, please let me know. I'll bet-"

"Relax~" Osamu Dazai patted Jason on the shoulder, "Am I the kind of person who treats me badly?"

"..." Jason looked at him suspiciously, with the words "Isn't it?" written on his face.

"us--"

"Deng-deng-deng--" a burst of chaotic footsteps came from far and near, accompanied by the noise of Arabic that was not very clear.

Jason and Osamu Dazai looked at each other.

"Escape in the desert, round N," Jason held out his hand, "Are you ready?"

"Oh, it feels like you've exhausted all my exercise for the rest of my life," Osamu Dazai complained, but his eyes sparkled with excitement. He straightened his hat and put his hands on it , "How will you compensate me?"

"Grilled crab." Jason dragged Dazai down with the hook that had been tied earlier in the morning.

Dodging the chaotic soldiers running around the camp like headless chickens, Osamu Dazai muttered softly: "Although this is what I like, but let's just pass it off like this—"

"After I get back, I'll go fishing in the sea myself." Jason glanced at Dazai while checking the route.

"Deal~"

In the fringe region of the Middle East, a transport plane has just set sail.

There are mercenaries everywhere in the cabin, and they may belong to different camps on the battlefield, but they are all out of that area, and there is not much hostility between them.

They were only recruited to the battlefield driven by money, and didn't they join some forces, let them fight after leaving the battlefield?

Yes, but you have to pay extra.

"What the hell, what's going on, I've scrapped all my weapons and equipment." The man with the gray dust-proof towel on his head couldn't help complaining to his companion.

"No, you're really cheating. If there weren't camels in the nearby stronghold, I would have died of thirst there!" The man with the cross scar on his face continued to complain.

"You are content! We are the unlucky ones. We walked out of the place where the signal didn't work, and ran out after another force with a local guide." The men in another group of mercenary groups couldn't hold back. yelled.

"Is this the work of the supernatural beings?", "Didn't it mean that there are not many powerful supernatural beings here?", "Maybe it is true, look at the scope of influence this time... so dangerous... you have to pay more when you go back ! This loss is too severe...", "We also..."

The mercenaries cursed one after another, as if it had become a complaint meeting to see who was the most unlucky.

"Hey, buddy, haven't you recovered yet?" A red-haired mercenary who didn't participate in the discussion and sat resting in the corner fanned the wind with his hat, complaining about the lack of air conditioning.

"Hmm... a little..." The man sitting in the other corner lowered his head and pressed his ears to respond vaguely, "Keep your voice down."

"Uh... that's fine, I won't bother you anymore." The red-haired mercenary stopped talking after hearing that, put his hat on his face, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.

"Hey, hey, hey~ It's okay, Xiaojieniao, the captain is going to the bathroom for a while, I added a lot of good ingredients to his water glass~"

"Well, be careful yourself." The mercenary with his head down, that is Jason, replied in a low voice into the headset.

"However, I really didn't expect Yalamuta to sneak into the transport plane of the free mercenaries, and almost let him slip~"

Jason and Osamu Dazai boarded the free mercenary transport plane together.

The co-pilot was stunned by them and hid in the stronghold before takeoff. Osamu Dazai sneaked into the cockpit disguised as the co-pilot to check the flight situation and confirm whether the bomb dealer was really hidden among the passengers. Jason got in Teams of mercenaries watched and guarded against the group, perhaps a group that Yaramuta had hired to protect him.

"How is it? Are you sure?" Jason asked in a low voice under the cover of the red dust towel covering most of his face.

"Yeah, not only that, there should be a lot of his 'good stuff' on this transport plane," Osamu Dazai fiddled and investigated on the driving console, "Almost all the air-conditioning is delivered to the cargo hold, look It looks very unstable, maybe if we are not careful, we will be blown into the sky~ Ah, no, we are already flying into the sky."

"Don't be poor, the mission period is more serious," Jason reprimanded lightly, and brought the conversation back on track, "How is the situation? There are no other planes nearby, right?"

In any case, in the context of the Middle East war situation, it is still too easy to reveal their identities. They didn't care about revealing before, but now they had better not be too high-profile, which would make it easy for those "agents" to find out about them.

"Yessir~" Dazai Osamu replied playfully, but his tone was not serious, "Report sir, our flight is the only one within a few miles~ So when shall we start to act?"

"You can act at any time." Jason said succinctly.

"Wow~ This is about to start?" Osamu Dazai said with an exaggerated aria, "The two of us VS Unknown? Maybe the plane is full of his people, this is simply a suicide attack! I have to say—Jie Bird , you really understand me~ In the sky of a foreign land, it turns into a gorgeous and fleeting firework, it's really super-super romantic~"

"You... who are you talking to?" A strange man's voice came from Dazai's end of the headset.

"Yeah~ I was discovered by accident, but—" Osamu Dazai punched the man in the stomach, and slashed at the back of the neck when the man bent over, "I beg you to stay 'offline' for a while ~I don't want to hold back Jaybird."

inside the cabin.

"Sorry, buddy."

"What--uh!" The red-haired mercenary just woke up, then leaned back and slipped on the ground.

"Hey—the one over there, what are you doing?" A mercenary closest to here noticed the abnormality in the corner, and touched his lower back with a vigilant expression.

"First of all——" Jason made a wrong step, flashed in front of the opponent, and knocked him down with a sliding shovel, "I don't say 'hey'."

'Um?It seems that someone said to be low-key? '

After speaking, Jason took out the double wooden bins, and gave the mercenary who was about to get up a wooden bin anesthesia bomb to the back of the neck.

"What are you doing...enemy attack!", "Damnit! Is he a lunatic?! Opening a wooden warehouse in the plane?!!"

"Secondly—" Jason sideways avoided the dagger that was stabbing diagonally, and used this person's momentum to gently collide him with another person, "I'm not crazy either."

'Of course, it's just - relatively low-key. '

"God! There's a bomb in the cargo hold of this transport plane, hurry up and control him, or we're all over?!", "What? Why didn't I know?", "Of course it's because of the money... Besides It's easy to escort us along the way...", "Gah! Boss, you really give us a job! Does it seem easy to you?!"

"Bah—" White smoke suddenly emitted from several corners.

"Hmm, cough, why is my mask broken?", "Mine too... err..."

"Finally—" Jason raised his hand and put on the filter mask, looking at the last person who fell down, "Please shut up."

'Look - pretty, low key. '

Before the consciousness of everyone who fell on the ground was about to fall into darkness, the vague figure standing in the center of the cabin took off his mask.

Who is that?

"To be honest, your mouths are too stinky, it's better to be quiet."

"You... are..." This person is probably extremely resistant to drugs, and he can still struggle to move a few times.

"Hush—don't resist," the vague figure squatted down and pressed the back of the neck of the person on the ground, "Thank you for your cooperation, but you should listen to the adults and go to bed as a good baby. "

The last mercenary froze, then collapsed on the ground without moving.

——"Night-night."

The author has something to say:

I went out for a long trip today, a little sleepy...and a little short?

Fight for a little more QAQ tomorrow

Chu, you still have to wait.

chuchu: Give you a look and experience it yourself.

Thank you little angels for your company, Chirp~

He and Jaybird say to you together——

good night.

Shhh, good boy, go to bed early.