I'm such a big son

This was the fifth day Rimbaud was hunted down by the lone swordsman "Silver Wolf".

Fukuzawa Yukichi is a veritable master of swordsmanship, fighting him in close combat is tantamount to risking his life.

Rimbaud was running fast in the dark alley, and suddenly fell backwards without any warning, and a shiny silver knife appeared behind the wall he was facing before.

Dodging the sharp blade that went straight between her eyebrows, she quickly walked through the alley.

This place was infinitely close to PortMafia's sphere of influence, and it seemed that a street fight had just broken out. Apart from the scattered corpses on the ground, there was a red-haired boy standing in the midst of it, distressed.

Looking at the slightly dilapidated attire, one can tell that he is a lower-level member of a certain party. He appeared here to clean up the battlefield and take away all the things that can prove the identity of the corpse.

Whether equipped with guns, ID cards, medical cards, bus cards, or some personal accessories, even including but not limited to wigs and glasses...

This is really a tragedy. At this age, they are still mixed in the cannon fodder and eventually become cannon fodder. I don't know if that little pension can support the bereaved family to tide over the difficulties.

When Rimbaud rushed out of the alley, he saw him moving left and right, looking for and collecting corpses carefully. His intuition told her not to run forward in such a daze. The woman quickly rolled away to the left, and at the same time looked up. Seeing her, the red-haired boy also opened his eyes and shouted "Danger".

Three seconds later, the light of the knife flashed, and the obstacle she deliberately pushed behind her was torn apart and fell neatly on the ground. A white-haired swordsman in a kimono broke through the blockade with a saber in his hand and appeared in front of the two of them.

For the convenience of escaping, Miss Rimbaud had long ago replaced her long skirt with trousers, and now anyone would recognize her as a black and melancholy feminine man, not a woman.

The red-haired boy looked left and right, and stepped aside to the side of the road in a very interesting way: "Uh... have something to say?"

Rimbaud glanced at him, and immediately turned his face away to stare at Fukuzawa Yukichi. The swordsman who had been running all over the street for the past few days suddenly noticed that the woman in front of him... had a change in temperament.

She finally became like a famous killer in the world.

□□appeared in the hands of the woman, and she rushed to attack at a speed that was almost impossible to dodge.

An excellent killer would never choose to fight close to others first, especially when facing a swordsman who is also good at close combat, even if he can't escape, he rarely has such a decisive posture.

Fukuzawa Yukichi respected every opponent, and the silver sword light flashed with a full blow... Slashed empty, and was tricked by her to lose the saber's turning radius.

Rimbaud made an emergency stop at the right time, and waited until the silver-haired man had exhausted his moves before closing the distance again.At this time, the swordsman's long knife was useless, and he could only choose to fight back to defend against the dangerous weapon that pierced his throat with the blade.

The army thorn chiseled on the back of the knife, sparking a series of sparks. She didn't retreat at all, and waved her hand in a different direction to go straight to the opponent's chest, spleen and other vital points. The swordsman defended frequently, and even took a few steps back.

For a moment, Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't know how to describe his current mood - this was the first time he was suppressed by force, and the opponent was a young and beautiful lady, and most importantly... younger than him a lot of.

Even if Miss Rimbaud always liked to wear heavy-colored clothes, he could tell her approximate age from her physical condition. She was about 20 years old, and definitely not over 22. Looking at himself... Forget it, don't mention it.

Are the young rookies who come from outside these days all monsters?

Restricted by the innate difference in physical strength, Rimbaud beat Fukuzawa Yukichi in a wave of maneuvers. Before he could react, he launched a counterattack, turned over and grabbed the red-haired boy who had already hid in the corner and fled.

"...a feint?"

After being warmly treated, Mr. Fukuzawa was thrown away in place like a cloud.

What's the situation?

How do you run so fast?

Who is that boy?

acquaintance?

"This... sir... I have to go back to work."

The red-haired boy who was forced to sprint along with others was also at a loss—he really couldn't be called a "boy", although his age was within this range, but he looked really anxious.If he stood with Miss Rimbaud, nine out of ten passers-by would recognize them as the same age. In fact, he is only 17 years old this year.

"Jeanne, my name."

The wind blew her long black hair into twists and turns like a sea snake, and at the same time sent the name to the ears of the person who ran away with her for some reason but somehow followed her.

"Oh, Oda, Oda Sakunosuke."

He was a little dull, "Well... what can I do for you?"

Oda Sakunosuke... a legendary figure in the killer circle, he has probably quit by now... he really is a willful genius.

"At the next intersection, you turn left and I turn right, run for your life!"

Was it because he was afraid that he would suffer an indiscriminate disaster?What a kind man!

"Thank you! I will remember this favor."

He also didn't explain that with his supernatural ability, as long as he thought that no one could beat him, he just accepted other people's kindness so readily.

Although this good intention came a bit nonsensical.

The next intersection was in sight soon, the red-haired boy jumped out to the left, Rimbaud leaped to the right and jumped onto the roof, making sure that Fukuzawa Yukichi did not catch up for a while, and then sat down on the ground to recover his strength.

To be honest, Fukuzawa Yukichi is the one she has ever seen, except Nakahara Chuya, who has the strongest single attack ability. The most extreme thing is that this person has not used the ability until now, and he is fighting purely with swordsmanship. It made her almost take it seriously.

Zhongye is purely a BUG, ​​an accident, and will not be discussed outside the scope of human beings.

What a world!Could it be that the smaller the place, the more Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?

Rimbaud took out a bottle of water from his coat pocket. Thinking that it was almost time for trading, he raised his head and drank up the liquid in the plastic bottle. After hesitating, he stuffed the empty bottle into the garbage bag of the owner of the house under his feet.

Well, sooner or later, I will throw it away, so let's ask others to help me by the way!

She stood up to confirm the direction, went around in a circle without waiting for Mr. Fukuzawa to catch up, jumped down and "borrowed" a "Little Sheep" from the side of the road and rode away.

"I will definitely return it," Miss Rimbaud said to herself in her heart.

With the means of transportation, her driving speed immediately changed qualitatively. The "Little Sheep" who changed the driver ran out of her peak speed, which forced people to see a bit of "Harley" demeanor, zigzag all the way Walking away in a hurry...

Rimbaud pretended that the future owner would not be merciless at all, so he rode the "little sheep" to the outside of the warehouse, taking advantage of the opportunity to write off all the debts in one lump sum.

Perhaps PortMafia is so self-confident that there are only three guards in such a large warehouse... playing mahjong is too few!

She first hid this cute-looking women's Xiaokun car, and submerged herself in the subspace. When she reappeared, she was already standing in the warehouse, and she even took Zhongyuan Zhong out to let the wind out.

"See for yourself, which ones are suitable?"

The value of a person is determined by himself, and Rimbaud gave the choice to the orange-haired boy.

Most of these smuggled alcohols are relatively high in alcohol and belong to the category of hard alcohol.For this kind of thing that is harmful to the body and has no benefit, the government will definitely impose heavy taxes.

However, some people who are willing to die are very fond of these "alcohol mixed with water", so that there is a market for such high-quality low-quality wine, and it also gave birth to a prosperous smuggling business.

Rimbaud didn't like this kind of wine, because it would affect the precision of the brain's control of the body, and an out-of-the-box killer would not be far from going to hell.

The Central Plains also don't like them-they are neither tasty nor food, and if they are stolen and sold for money, they will harm others, which is really not a good thing.

The orange-haired boy stood in a warehouse full of slender glass bottles and turned around, curling his lips: "It's all rubbish, it's useless at all."

Rimbaud didn't make things difficult for him either—she was an adult, and a child would be troubled by the choice, so what would an adult choose?

The woman's slender fingers brushed over the smuggled wooden boxes one by one, and all the goods inside the boxes disappeared, appearing in the subspace invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people.

She looked at Nakahara Chuya again, as if to remind him that the time for the wind was over, and it was time to go back to the small dark room and continue squatting.

The orange-haired boy who was afraid of being locked up hastily waved his hands: "Don't lock it up, can't I follow you? You won't pass me on to someone else!"

Bai picked up such a big son, so he was stupid to give it to others.

"Oh, then follow me."

Rimbaud didn't doubt it at all, and took him into the subspace and left the warehouse. When the two appeared together at the agreed place, he also wondered whether she had emptied the warehouse.

...Probably not, it seems that there are still a few boxes left in the corner.

……

The "Sheep" organization has recently had a serious internal disagreement-about the transfer of Zhongye in the Central Plains.

This very girly boy was picked up two years ago by several members of the search team from a dump near the center of Radium Bowl Street.

At that time, he seemed to be a little bit unconscious, he only remembered his name in a daze, and he couldn't explain the other backgrounds at all. It was because of the sake of his face that a few girls fought hard to keep him from being thrown out again. go out.

After the injury in his head gradually healed, the older teenagers discovered that a person with supernatural powers had been picked up by mistake. From then on, the "sheep" had an extra powerful "thug".

Fortunately, this Zhongyuan Zhong is also extremely honest, coaxing him with good words and oppressing him with a sense of responsibility... If it is really impossible, as long as you mention the favor of taking in and accepting him at the beginning, no matter what the request is, the orange-haired boy will finally nod and agree, and then rush to the front to let them Get what you want.

Therefore, there are many different opinions within the "sheep" on the topic of "a more powerful person with supernatural powers captures Zhongya in the Central Plains and proposes an exchange".

In general, some people advocate that this is the way to go. Anyway, even Zhongye Zhongye himself can't beat others, and he can get a large amount of wine, so why not do it; Know how the "sheep" will develop in the future...or can you let that stronger supernatural person replace Zhongyuan Zhongya to protect everyone?

——No one thinks about Chuya Nakahara, and no one cares about his current state and whether he is waiting for his partner to rescue him...

This is the real ecology of Radium Bowl Street, a rotting swamp where no light can be seen, and bottomless despair.