Please let me have a dog on a leash, okay?

Nanjishi called out the ice-breaking knife, and his delicate eyebrows were a little sharper.

The stall owner who just sold ice cream held his mobile phone and pointed at the police who appeared, "It's her, the woman on the wanted notice."

Unexpectedly, in my lifetime, I could still be on the wanted warrant, and I don't know if the photos on the wanted warrant make me look good or not.

These policemen without supernatural powers couldn't even squeeze their teeth in front of Nanjishi, and within a few minutes he cleaned up all the policemen.

The ice cream stand owner who reported me hid shyly in the corner, looking at me as if he saw a ghost.In fact, I can also understand her. If I were her, I would choose to report it. After all, no one will make trouble with money.

The crepe stand not far away was also smashed badly, and the steaming crepe just now was lying on the ground coldly.

I regretted, "It's a pity I can't take you to eat crepes."

"It's okay." Nanji Shi was very understanding, "It's okay next time."

"Actually, when I think about it now, it's not that delicious." It's just that the illusion of delicious food in my memory deceived me.

Nanjishi looked at me from the side, and seemed to be a little confused when he said it was delicious, but he didn't think it was good. Human emotions are sometimes so complicated, so complicated that he couldn't understand.

Since Yokohama is not easy to stay in, I plan to go back to Mihua Town with the Antarctic Stone, and my house in Mihua Town is still rented.

The salary in the organization is indeed much higher than that in the detective agency, and now I can understand why some people would rather be a bad guy than a good guy.

I reached out and hailed a taxi on the side of the road. Yokohama's taxi drivers are second only to Amuro's driving skills.

I really don't know why I, a woman who is on the wanted list, is still so arrogant, even a little blatant.

The taxi stopped, I opened the door, and the person across the road asked me to put my head in and said to the driver, "Uncle driver, wait for me for a while."

Nakajima received a commissioned mission and had just left the detective agency to rush to the mission location. Coincidentally, he met a wanted fugitive who was no longer a member of the detective agency.

I closed the car door and watched Nakajima step by step into the middle of the road.

"Dun Jun, I advise you not to go any further."

Nakajima clenched his fists and said, "Why? Why did Kurihara-san do this?"

I lowered my head and flicked the ashes under my fingernails, with a face full of indifference, "It's just that we don't agree with each other."

"I don't believe that Kurihara-san will betray the detective agency, nor will I believe the arrest warrant issued by the police!" Nakajima said, approaching me.

I pulled out the hand on my waist.The gun pointed at Nakajima and said word by word: "Don't go any further. My marksmanship is very accurate. This is the only skill I can use. For the sake of getting along with each other, Nakajima, you have to do a good job." chosen."

"I don't believe Kurihara-san will shoot."

The gunshot rang out, and Nakajima knelt on the ground, clutching his left leg. Blood flowed all over the floor and penetrated into the road.

Nakajima was in disbelief.

"Dun Jun, today I will teach you a lesson personally, don't trust anyone at will, except yourself of course."

Nakajima stood up tremblingly, "Kurihara-san is a wanted person by the police, if you can't let Kurihara-san turn around, then you can only be brought to justice."

I fired a few more shots without hesitation, through Nakajima's right leg, right hand, and left hand, and he just got up after lying on the ground for a few seconds.

The right arm broke through the sleeve, revealing a tiger claw.

I murmured in distress: "It's amazing vitality, it's a bit troublesome now."

If I meet someone other than Nakajima and Kunikida, I have a solution. One of these two people is kind and stubborn, and the other is upright and noble.

The driver who had promised to wait for me for a few minutes saw that something was wrong, and drove away. The exhaust gas from the car choked me.

I looked at Nakajima, who recovered most of it in a blink of an eye, and felt a headache. This Nakajima was stubborn, stubborn, and extremely patient.

After these few incidents, the supernatural ability has gradually been mastered, and the fighting ability is extremely high.

Nanjishi alone is probably not an opponent.

Nakajima ran a few steps against the wind, and when he was about to catch me, he was blocked by the long and huge ice blade of Antarctic Stone.

"It's the jewel man." Nakajima looked at Nanji suspiciously, "It turns out that Kurihara-san really betrayed the detective agency."

"Dun Jun, don't be too harsh. To put it bluntly, the relationship between me and the detective agency is just an employment relationship. The detective agency pays and I work for the detective agency. Now I quit and go to work for another place with higher wages. What is betrayal? gone?"

Nakajima's men, who were blocked by the Antarctic Stone, were getting stronger and stronger, and their eyes were red with anger, "It turns out that the detective agency and everyone in the detective agency are not as good as money in your eyes."

I clapped my hands and laughed: "Forget it, today let me teach another adult who Dun Jun doesn't know, that is, don't think that you don't take yourself too seriously."

With Nakajima's strength, Nanjishi let go of the ice skate, flew into the air and hit the ground hard, firmly embedded in it.

Nanjishi loses his weapons and fights against Nakajima who has been strengthened by supernatural powers.

Nakajima hit harder and harder, but the shadow under him was gradually engulfed by another shadow, his movements gradually slowed down, his pupils dimmed, and he became dazed.

The man in black whose face cannot be seen clearly raises his hand slightly and makes gestures. The strange thing is that when he moves his hand, Nakajima will follow the movement of his hand. What is even more weird is that there is no shadow under him.

"VinNoir, if you come one step later, an outstanding member of the Black Organization will be imprisoned."

He turned his head stiffly, the face under the hat was bloodless, it was an extremely unhealthy face that had not seen the sun for a long time.

"RIO, Belmode told you not to cause trouble."

I sneered, "How many people did she put by my side?"

VinNoir didn't answer my question, but just steered Nakajima towards a gray car parked on the side of the road.

"What are you going to do?"

"This is a human tiger offering a reward of 70 billion on the black market."

"so what?"

"I want to hand it over to the organization."

I looked at him with a warning in my eyes, "VinNoir, I advise you not to do this."

"why?"

"Are you out of your mind? Why do the port mafia and the combination want Ren Hu to live here?"

He tilted his head a little puzzled.

"If you bring him into the organization, believe it or not, the organization will not have a happy life, why don't you let me go."

He dubiously approached Nakajima's skills, but Nakajima, who gradually came to his senses, did not give up the idea of ​​arresting me and taking me to the police station.

Seeing that he still had fighting spirit, I couldn't help but touch my forehead, "I've lost, I beg you to go, you can't take me away."

His arm turned into a tiger again, "You can take it with you or not, you have to try it."

I am convinced of his perseverance.

"Extraordinary ability, disqualification in the world."

Nakajima looked suspiciously at Osamu Dazai who stopped him and released his ability, "Mr. Dazai, why don't you let me..."

Dazai shook his head and said, "Dun Jun, you can't take her away."

I raised my eyebrows and looked at Osamu Dazai across the road, "It seems that you are much smarter than this guy."

Dazai glared at me angrily, "Ha, you still dare to talk? It's fine if you run alone, and you still don't answer my calls, don't reply to my text messages, and what's more serious, you still hang up on my calls!? Did you know that? How do you write the two characters, you heartless scumbag!"

Nakajima silently took a step back, away from the black-faced Dazai.

I rolled my eyes at him rudely, got into the black car driven by VinNoir, rolled down the glass window and gave Osamu Dazai a provocative middle finger.

He jumped over immediately, wanting to grab my car window to reason with me, but was smudged by the exhaust fumes from VinNoir's gas pedal.

Dazai coughed a few times, and looked at the vehicles driving in the distance.

"Mr. Dazai won't chase after him?"

"Let's go with her."