Humanoid Arsenal Development Program

Guangjin Liulang put the gloves back on slowly, reached out and took out the phone, dialed and said a few words quickly, then walked to the orange-haired man wearing a hat and stepping on the broken stone: "Lord Zhongyuan. "

"Master Ozaki." He also bowed slightly to Ozaki Koyo who was holding an orange-red oil-paper umbrella.

"It's all been resolved, and the logistics department will come to clean up the battlefield soon."

"Yeah." Nakahara Chuya quickly scanned the corpses on the ground that were mostly dressed in enemy costumes. He looked up at the silver moon that reappeared at some point in the night sky, thinking of the scrapped red wine. , sighed silently with distress.

"By the way, why hasn't Nagi come out yet?" Nakahara Chuya suddenly thought of the girl he hadn't seen just now, and frowned slightly. Ozaki Koyo lifted his sleeve lightly, revealing a small section of fair wrist, dazzled with orange eye shadow The corners of Ran's eyes slanted up, "It's okay, Nagi should still be inside now."

Of course he wasn't worried about Konno Nagi's safety. Nakahara Nakaya was also an old acquaintance with Konno Nagi for so long, and the two had cooperated many times. He was just worried that the mackerel didn't come out, and Konno Nagi Once he encountered that bastard mackerel, his EQ seemed to be temporarily offline.

"But that guy Dazai is also in there."

The thin blade in the girl's hand flung out beautiful blade flowers, and sheathed it.After hearing Chuya Nakahara's words, Quan Jinghua raised her head suddenly. She remembered the information she knew about the man and frowned.

"Lord Zhongyuan, please allow me to go in and look for Lord Konno."

"It's all resolved." A familiar female voice behind him slowly sounded, and everyone turned their heads. It was still a girl in a rose-colored long dress walking towards them as if walking on the gravel. The hair hangs down on the chest, and the hair flutters gently backwards. It seems that there is no change, except that there seems to be a slight almost invisible blood line around the lips.

"It finally came out, Nagi." Nakahara Nakaya said, his azure blue eyes were like the sea caressed by the sun in the Mediterranean Sea, "It's so slow."

"Miss Momiji." Nagi Konno nodded to Ozaki Momiji with a smile, and then answered Nakahara Chuya's words, "I played a little bit, and I wasted a little time."

"The concubine will go back and report the situation to the leader first." Ozaki Momiji said with a light smile, and Konno Nagi replied with a smile, "Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you, Momiji."

She watched Koye Ozaki holding her umbrella and leading her subordinates away, and turned her head to look at the corpse that had gradually become stiff on the ground.

Those dark black pupils were like the quietest night in Yokohama, without stars and moonless, the cold moonlight reflected into the pupils of the girl through a distance of more than 30 kilometers, flickering a faint silver light.

"For the people we sacrificed, the resettlement expenses paid to their families and their burial expenses should be deducted from my salary." The girl's cold words sounded, "After all, this time is at the banquet I held."

"As for the others... well, just burn them directly."

Yumeno Kusaku ran up to the girl, hugged her arm, raised his face with an undisguised bright smile on his face: "Kusaku has caught a bad illusionist, it's obviously so bad. The uncle with dark circles and glasses actually got tricked."

"Huh?" Konno Nagi tilted his head, "Is it an illusionist?"

"Oh, let me see." Konno Nagi walked up to the masked man who was tied up tightly by the dark Rashomon and seemed to have fainted, and took off his mask with his hand.

"This person..." Konno Nagi finally remembered who the other party was based on the remaining memories, "That inferior illusionist, no, it should be said that the hypnotist is more correct."

"Gunner von Goldberg II."

She looked at the unconscious man's face and said.

"By the way, just now, Kusaku, you said that you saved someone from the Supernatural Secret Service, right?"

"That's right, it's really inferior. If it weren't for Kusaku, the uncle would have taken the initiative to die." Yumeno Kusaku puffed up his chest, his face was full of complacency.

"That's it, Kusaku did a great job." Konno Nagi's mouth slowly raised a gentle arc, the silvery moonlight dimmed the slightly undulating waves in his pupils, and he patted the boy's head lightly with his palm, And Yumeno Hisaku obviously enjoyed it very much, raised his fair neck and half-closed his eyes like a kitten.

It seems that there will be another bargaining chip that can squeeze the supernatural secret service department, the girl thought so in her heart, she looked at the thin young man standing aside: "Mr. Akutagawa, what should we do next?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke gave a low cough, and bowed respectfully, but his clear and cold voice still couldn't conceal the respect in those smoky gray eyes: "Master Konno, next we will send him to Master Ozaki's torture room. "

"Then, tell Sister Hongye that this person will be interrogated by me." Konno Nagi said, she casually brushed back the hair on the side of her ear, "It's been a long time since I've been active. Still curious."

"Mr. Dazai... Phew, are you alright..."

Standing by the door, the man leaning against the door frame slowly turned his head, with his usual frivolous and careless smile on his face.The white-haired young man still kept the posture of the tiger's claws in his arms, he took a deep breath and said with lingering fear: "That's great, I thought Mr. Dazai was buried below."

He struggled to climb out of the rubble on the upper floor, and searched everywhere in the room that hadn't collapsed.At this moment, Atsushi Nakajima was finally completely relieved after seeing the figure of the man clearly.The smell of blood has not completely dissipated, and he really doesn't feel very good about the half-tiger who has become sensitive.

And... Atsushi Nakajima frowned slightly, he looked hesitantly at the man in the sand-colored windbreaker in front of him: "Mr. Dazai...are you... injured?"

He smelled a very slight smell of fresh blood wafting from the man's body.Atsushi Nakajima pursed his lips, trying to find any wounds on the man's exposed skin, but to no avail.

"Ah, Atsushi-kun, you don't think I'm going to commit suicide, do you?" Osamu Dazai spread his hands and smiled, the cold midnight wind lifted the back of his windbreaker, and on the crooked necktie, the jewel remained Shining like a dark green forest, "Suicide in this kind of place is not in line with my aesthetics."

"Compared to suicide, of course it is better to die for love~ah————————What a beautiful and holy word——"

The man folded his hands on his heart, with a longing dreamy expression on his face, he closed his eyes and recited that sentence in an affectionate aria in twists and turns. The layer shimmered like quicksilver.

"Whether it's suicide or martyrdom, there's nothing wonderful about it..." Atsushi Nakajima murmured in a low voice. He looked around at the mess. Although he wasn't such a troublesome enemy, he was forced to bear the pressure he shouldn't have to bear. In the end, one-third of it collapsed, and the original appearance of wealth and arrogance can no longer be seen.

"Dun-jun, your clothes are also ruined."

Osamu Dazai pointed to the white-haired boy's torn suit that had lost two sleeves, and it was still stained with a lot of dust and blood. Only then did Atsushi Nakajima have time to notice his appearance at this moment, and let out a panicked cry .

"It's over, it's over, this suit is still rented, and I'm going to lose money now... Woo... How much money do I have to pay for chazuke..."

"It's okay, because it's on Kunikida-kun's account." Osamu Dazai smiled and raised a finger and shook it. Atsushi Nakajima opened his eyes wide, and the next second a blond man appeared in his mind With a roaring expression, he couldn't help shivering.

"Mr. Dazai... this is not good..."

"Oh--is Atsushi-kun planning to pay back the money by himself?" Osamu Dazai said in feigned surprise, and the next second he spit out the heartfelt words without any scruples, "But I remember the first time I saw Atsushi Jun Shi, didn't he just couldn't find a job and almost starved to death?"

"..." Atsushi Nakajima suddenly felt pain in his ribs, as if he had been stabbed hard with a knife. He looked at the man who was still smiling resentfully, his eyes full of accusations.

But the man was unmoved, the corner of his mouth still had that long smile.

"Ah, what about that Phantom Thief Kidd? I haven't even seen it before."

"Oh—that guy, I don't know if he can still live." Osamu Dazai folded his hands behind his head with an expression of indifference, while Atsushi Nakajima blinked his eyes and re-entered the other party's words in his mind After passing it again, he opened his mouth wide.

"What... what's going on? Why?"

The man turned his head, an almost treacherous light and shadow flashed across his face, strands of gray mist in the iris-colored pupils seemed to be rooted in the eyes and spread out dark branches to the surroundings.The thin lips seemed to be flamboyant, as if a trace of almost absurd desire emerged from his bones, making Atsushi Nakajima hold his breath involuntarily.

"Oh, what kind of question are you asking Dunjun?" The next second, as if in his hallucination, the man in front of him returned to that frivolous smile. He put his hands in his pockets and greeted him. With the cold wind that smelled of blood, the leather shoes stepped on the gravel, and stepped out of the hotel leisurely.

"It's late, go back to sleep~" The man stretched out his hand and yawned sleepily, a little light seemed to flash in the corner of his eyes, he raised his arm and waved it, "If you don't go back~ you'll be late again the next day, Dun Jun."

Atsushi Nakajima stood there in a daze, until the sand-colored figure was about to disappear from his field of vision, then he reacted and hurriedly raised his feet to catch up.

"Wait for me, Dazai-san! And you are the one who is always late, not me!"

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感谢在2020-08-2523:54:54~2020-08-2622:50:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Xiaoxiao;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!