I'm such a big son

【Collection Collection】After dissipating, Rimbaud sat on the spot for a long time.

To be honest, she was a little confused about what was going on with this supernatural power—they had been inseparable and forced to bind since they were born, [Colorful Painting Collection] and Rimbaud were like two different sides of the same soul.There is no need to find out who belongs to whom. There is nothing logically wrong whether it is said that [Collection of Colored Paintings] belongs to Rimbaud or that Rimbaud belongs to [Collection of Colored Paintings].

No matter how entangled they are, it is impossible for them to separate, unless Rimbaud chops Osamu Dazai and puts it in a can and carries it with him.

Even though he was reluctant to admit that he had such a sick side, Rimbaud still sat quietly in the dock and raised his hand, the pale golden cube that came out of his palm was as tame as before every time, allowing her to drive.

"So, what do you really want?"

In other words, what she couldn't figure out was - "What do I really want?"

Have no idea.

I can't say how satisfied I am with life, but Rimbaud really can't think of anything that she wants but can't get.

Forget it, don't want to.She waved her ability and reached out to take out the phone from her pocket to take a look. The battery was low enough to automatically shut down.

She stretched out her hand to check the damage of her right knee, pouted and accepted that she might have to live with a wheelchair for the rest of her life.

Well, just to put retirement on the agenda, my son said he wanted to support her.

Waves of dizziness hit his brows, and Rimbaud smiled wryly.She stayed up for five days and almost six days, and she was still staying up late and working overtime before she was imprisoned in the subspace by [Colorful Painting Collection].No matter what the situation is, the dignified PortMafia cadre was almost dragged to death by his own supernatural ability, and it was ridiculous to say it.

Just as she struggled to prop herself up on the ground, the dock gate was breached from the outside, and a masked and robed column charged in with guns.The leader stared at Rimbaud for a few moments, nodded his head back, and immediately aimed his black gun at the long-haired woman standing in the center.

"Mr. Lantang... Sorry, please don't act rashly, otherwise we will have to borrow your head."

The uniform loading sound made Rimbaud lower his eyelids: This should be a well-trained army, at least an organized mercenary, definitely not a general sense of wandering soldiers.

Prime form took the most bruises on these guys, but now...

After thinking for two seconds, the lady cadre gave up and stopped calling.She slowly raised her hand and showed her palm to indicate that there were no weapons around her. The leader of the column nodded slightly: "Thank you for your cooperation, please."

"Oh," she blinked innocently: "It's not that I want to be lazy, but that I can't walk normally now. You can't expect me to be unscathed after defeating my own abilities, right?"

Only then did everyone focus their attention on her obviously unnatural right knee.

Rimbaud took this opportunity to scan everyone's expressions one by one, focusing on the little leader.

The man's expression didn't change at all when she said "defeat my own ability", which shows that he already knew about it.However, the person with the ability to release the white mist ability is completely different from his figure and cannot be the same.So, it was the tall, white-haired man who really controlled everything.The soldiers in front of them who covered themselves tightly were probably employed or cooperated with him, and they were here to reclaim the "spoils of war".

"I can't help it, I'm sorry." The leader of the column walked out of the encirclement and communicated with someone, then returned to Rimbaud, and casually called two tall and burly soldiers to support her, one on the left and one on the right. It won't aggravate the injury, just carry people out and transfer.

Leaving the dock, Rimbaud seemed to have no intention of raising his head to look at the position of the moon. It only took one glance to delineate the approximate direction he was in now.She gritted her teeth and endured the severe pain from her right knee, and lowered her head to record the course of action under the cover of her long hair.

Since it took such a high price to take her away alive instead of killing her on the spot, the place to go was not the enemy's headquarters, but it would be a very important stronghold.

As the dragon head struggle gradually intensified, there were no pedestrians walking around at night.I didn't even see a crow along the way, only the pale moonlight shining on the empty streets and the silent sea.The column was moving very fast. After quickly leaving the dock area, it moved straight to the mountainous area west of Yokohama. After entering the broad-leaved forest at the junction of the mountain and the plain, the atmosphere of the whole team suddenly relaxed, and Rimbaud knew that the destination was not far away.

"Rest in place for 5 minutes!"

The leader of the column gave the order, and the team members sat down against the roots of the tree holding their guns to recover their strength.There was silence all around, and no one in the main team talked.Rimbaud closed his eyes to calculate the probability that Baoqi could escape smoothly at this time. There seemed to be some indistinguishable regular vibrations on the soft and humus-rich land, like someone's footsteps gradually approaching.

It's not a sound, but it can be detected, and there is a trace of killing intent.Rimbaud was sure that the killing intent wasn't aimed at him, so...could it be support?

"Hmm...Excuse me, do you have any painkillers? Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to stand up."

She opened her eyes, and her voice was the cover of the support who approached her silently.The leader of the column also sensed the danger, but he couldn't judge where the danger came from. Rimbaud's sudden speech disrupted his rhythm of catching the danger.

The little leader didn't answer Rimbaud's question, and without warning, he waved his palm and slapped her on the face.

The force was quite strong, and the man's voice was calm: "This way you won't feel pain in your legs, and pain in your face won't prevent you from walking. Then, be quiet."

Rimbaud turned his head to spit out the blood oozing from his mouth, and laughed lowly: "You know, what happened to the last person who dared to do this to me?"

"I buried him at the bottom of the Seine and buried him alive."

The heavy smell of blood filled the silent woods, and the soldiers who watched silently couldn't help but move their bodies lightly and rustle.

After the click sound, the cold metal tube was pressed against her temple, and the little leader's tone fluctuated slightly: "If you don't shut up, I don't mind letting my subordinates lighten the burden."

"I don't mind having your boss take a pay cut, really."

Rimbaud looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water. She was not the kind of person who would take threats and intimidation. She had seen the gun barrel pointed at her head not once or twice.The purpose of these mercenaries to sell themselves is to seek money, as long as the people who pay behind the scenes say they want to live, they will not die no matter what.

Besides, the support has arrived, she has nothing to fear.

The moment the little leader decided to ask her to suffer a little and learn to behave better, a dazzling white light cut through the night, and even the moonlight hanging high in the sky was dimmed a little.Rimbaud didn't have time to sigh, the pale golden subspace barrier intermittently stopped the bullets that shot at the back for the supporters.

Seeing that the mission was about to fail, the priority of saving the lives of his subordinates was immediately higher than bringing back the hostages. The barrel of the gun was pressed against Rimbaud's head again. This time it was not the temple that was easy to miss.

"Put down the knife, or I will kill him, and no one will be able to complete the task."

The supporter who swept away most of the opponents with his own strength flicked the knife and retracted the scabbard quite readily and turned around, his silver-white hair was coated with a hazy luster by the moonlight: "Let me go."

Lambert paused, then lowered his head and pursed his lips into a smile.

The irritable mood suddenly healed: "Thanks to you, I received a few more punches."

"Sorry, this location is not easy to find."

"Well, I forgive you, Mr. Fukuzawa."

"..."

The hostages and the people who came to the rescue started talking to themselves, but the mercenaries didn't want to.The little leader raised his gun and fired, one subspace bullet hit Fukuzawa Yukichi's feet and was cut off by him along with the bullet, and the other one knocked the person hiding behind her into the air.Rimbaud rolled on the spot to avoid the enemies who came up, just in time to avoid the blade that Mr. Fukuzawa swung again.

He didn't kill anyone, the blade was still sharp, but the fallen mercenaries all survived.It's just that the arms holding the guns are all crippled. Fortunately, the money they earned before is enough for them to spend the rest of their lives without being too extravagant - as long as the employer can let them go this time.

"Mr. Fukuzawa... it hurts. Also, I want to drink water..."

The hoarse and weak voice indicated that her condition was really bad. Mr. Swordsman hesitated for a moment, then resolutely put the saber back into the scabbard, stepped forward and hugged the seriously injured Miss Rimbaud: "Be quiet and have a good rest."

"Oh……"

Rimbaud didn't say that hugging his right knee like this was even more uncomfortable...it doesn't matter, at least Mr. Fukuzawa didn't carry himself like a sack, anyway, he was hugged by a princess anyway. Who said that a big sister can't have a girlish heart?

Walking out of this deciduous forest, a black SUV was parked on the road. Kunikida Doppo, who was sitting in the driver's seat, saw the president carrying a black and dirty person out from a distance, and hurriedly got out of the car and opened the car door.

Hmm... To be honest, Rimbaud's current image is terrible.First he stayed up late and worked overtime, then he was locked up in a small dark room for several days, and then he was dragged into the woods, basically looking like a savage.Mr. Fuze put her on the back seat and sat in with him. He nodded to the disciple with a dull expression: "Drive back to the detective agency, she needs a doctor."

"oh oh……"

Mr. Kunikida put his eyes back and sat back in front, stepped on the gas pedal and walked away. He took the posture of an autumn famous mountain driver and rushed back to the downstairs of the detective agency from the suburbs in half an hour.

Originally, he wanted to help Ms. Rimbaud get out of the car, but the president came down with a serious face and continued to hold a certain PortMafia cadre lady into the elevator.

Kunikida Dobubu: "..."

What motivated the president?

Yosano Akiko is a physician at the Armed Detective Agency. When she is not on duty on weekdays, she spends time in the treatment room reading fashion magazines and flipping through anatomical diagrams.

She never expected that one day the president would simply walk out of the office after receiving a phone call, and take Mr. Kunikida away as his driver.

I don't know what kind of urgent task the president of the Armed Detective Agency needs to dispatch... Well, I understand, it is indeed very urgent, quite urgent, and it cannot be more urgent.

After seeing clearly the "injuries" that need to be treated by herself, Ms. Xie Ye read it silently from the bottom of her heart.