Miss Izumi

After using Sharingan to control the attacker, Quan looked at the window with a big hole and fell into a brief silence.

Did he just leave it alone?Or use illusion to fill this hole?

Quan was thinking about how to deal with the broken window when he suddenly heard a "bang" gunshot.

"..."

The white, flame-like coat enveloped the spring.From the flame, a translucent white skeleton arm appeared in an instant, like pinching a mosquito, easily grasping the small bullet that hit at high speed.

As soon as the clenched hand was released, there were two "jingle" sounds, and the bullet landed on the floor full of glass shards.

Quan glanced at the bullet unmoved, and then looked up out of the window, where the bullet hit just now.

With the blessing of Sharingan, his eyes were much better than usual, so he quickly locked on the guy with the gun.

At this time, the blond man lying on the floor seized the opportunity to turn over and get up, and quickly grabbed something from the table next to him.Then he ran a few steps quickly, jumped, and jumped directly from the window he just came in.

Izumi manipulated Susanoo to arrest people, almost at the same time.

"boom"

Another shot.

Dazhang subconsciously withdrew his grabbing hand, and instead blocked the bullet.

But what is surprising is that the bullet turned unexpectedly in mid-air, cleverly bypassed the skeleton's arm, and hit Quan's calf.

But this time the bullet still failed to hit him, but was blocked by the rib-like skeleton... or in other words, the white barrier covering it.

Looking at the white barrier that is thinner than the window glass, under the impact of the sniper bullets, there is not even a single crack.

"hiss--"

Twain gasped.

"Sure enough."

Tom, the supernatural life form that manipulated the bullet to turn, appeared next to him with a "swish", complaining, "What the hell is that? It can't be pierced at all."

Huck, another supernatural being with his hands behind his back, looked at Twain calmly: "The cover mission has been completed, shall we retreat?"

"An enemy that can't be injured even if it hits... I want to see if I can bring them back. There is no way, let's retreat." Twain quickly put away the sniper gun.

Not long after, he met the staggering blond man at the place agreed in advance.

"Are you okay?" Twain leaned the car on the side of the road, and the blond man who drove over was sweating profusely, and smiled at him reluctantly: "I didn't pay attention when I got down, I sprained my ankle."

The blond man let out a long sigh of relief when he got into the car.

He held a scroll-shaped thing in his hand, which was the target of their operation.

Twain glanced at it, and muttered, "Is this the little thing?"

The blond man nodded: "When I went in, this thing was on the table next to him. You can't see it from that direction because it's blocked by his bowl."

"That's it..."

Twain didn't doubt the partner's claims.

Through the high-powered lens on the sniper gun, he saw with his own eyes the blond man break the window with several shots, then burst in, and then clashed with the spring in the room.

Quan glared at the blond man, who fell to the ground trembling as if seeing something terrifying.

Twain found it very strange, but the group now has only a half-knowledge of Quan's supernatural powers.In addition to the seemingly invulnerable skeleton, the opponent's eyes seemed to have the ability to control the mind.

Regarding this problem, the blond man who has experienced it himself described: "It feels a bit like affecting the impression or senses in others' minds, which is a relatively abstract ability."

"Huh? Specifically?" Twain asked curiously.

"Originally, when I saw him, I defined him as 'a character with mission goals' and 'a guy who might hinder the completion of missions', but after he looked at me with those strange eyes, when I saw him, It was like seeing what I was most afraid of."

After the blond man finished speaking, he added: "You know, people can't move at all in the face of something that scares them. The strange thing is that he didn't seem to do anything to me strictly speaking except for looking at me. , but I feel that he surpassed the things I was afraid of before, and ranked first in my fear."

"Eh?" Twain drew out his voice curiously.

"And, as long as he takes his gaze away from me, I won't feel that way anymore." The blond man scratched his cheek, and finished the last sentence of Quan's ability that he experienced personally.

"Is it such a superpower?" Twain rubbed his chin, "Then what's going on with his skeleton, which can't be pierced by a sniper or a gun..."

"I don't know about that." The blond man shrugged.

"Oh, my brain is about to explode. In short, the task has been completed, let's go back to our temporary stronghold first!" Twain said with a smile on his face.

"Ah."

However, what Twain didn't notice was that the blond man sitting next to him closed his eyes, seemingly resting his eyes, but actually covered up the flashing red light in his eyes in time.

The scroll they brought back was soon handed over to their boss, the leader of the group, Francis Fitzgerald.

"Although I have already seen it in the photo..." Fitzgerald sat behind the desk, untiing the rope on the scroll leisurely, "the secret of the 'book' is hidden in such a small picture. In such a small scroll, it’s really incredible.”

With that said, he opened the scroll.

But the moment he opened it, his eyes widened slightly, and his expression seemed a little surprised, as if he saw something strange.

In fact, it was the same. On the scrolls that his subordinates seized, there were a few strange pieces of paper that he couldn't understand, like talismans.

"This is the thing that records the secret of the 'book'? But... what is this?" Fitzgerald naturally peeled off a sheet for inspection, but the scrawled handwriting and runes on it made him confused water.The only thing that could be read was the word "explosion" on the top of the paper.

"Explosion?" Fitzgerald frowned, and a bad feeling crept into his heart, "Could it be..."

His eyes suddenly widened.

As if they had calculated the time, those talismans all spontaneously ignited.

"?!" Not only him, but even Twain and the blond man who were still standing in the room were shocked.

Fitzgerald quickly gathered the scroll together, and with all his strength, threw it out of the window like a baseball.

Almost the second after the thing was released, the scroll exploded in mid-air.

The shock wave generated by the explosion shattered the surrounding glass windows, and the rolled up airflow blew away the thickly bound documents on the desk. on the floor.

At this moment, both Fitzgerald and Twain were attracted by the explosion just now, but they did not expect that the eyes of the blond man turned into strange red pupils reflecting five-petal flowers at that moment.

At this moment, his eyes fell on the thick document with "Strategic Plan" written in large characters on the front page.

After about an hour.

"The Detonator, the thing I hid in the sealed scroll at the bottom of the box, I hope they like it."

It can be regarded as a small "return gift" to those guys who sent people to trouble him several times.

Quan lay on the bed with his chin in his hands, eating the grapes in the bowl while watching cartoons.The raised legs shake a few times from time to time, like a child who hasn't grown up.

With a "ding", the phone reminded him that he had received a new email.

Quan picked up the phone and looked at it. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"It's the battle plan for the next stage...do you want to send a copy to Mr. Dazai?" He clicked on it, glanced at it quickly, and said to himself, "But if only the detective agency knows, yes Isn't the port mafia very unfair?"

He rolled on the bed, accidentally dragged his sore lower back, and couldn't hold back his breath.

So he bared his teeth and scolded the culprit again in his heart.

What's interesting is that just after he finished speaking badly about the other party, that person made a call to his mobile phone, causing Quan's hands to tremble in fright, and the mobile phone hit his face directly.

"oops!"

Quan rubbed his sore nose, and muttered "Chuya Chuya, that evil spirit" while reluctantly answering the phone.

But what he didn't expect was that, after the simple greeting was over, Chuya Nakahara's first sentence was Xingshi's questioning: "Are you talking bad about me?"

"No!" Quan retorted subconsciously, his voice raised unconsciously.

After he finished saying this, he realized belatedly that his reaction was too fast and his tone was too blunt, and there was a problem when he heard it.

Sure enough, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was opposite him, was also silent for a moment, and said in a delicate tone: "I said, what happened to the constant sneezing just now? It was just a joke. How could you know that you little bastard was really talking bad about me?"

In a place where he couldn't see, Quan's eyes wandered listening to these words, and he felt guilty.But he quickly realized that he shouldn't be the one to blame!

He rubbed his waist, and said confidently: "You are allowed to bully me, and I am not allowed to speak ill of you? My waist is still hurting now!"

"...cough." As soon as this matter was mentioned, Nakahara Chuya's tone weakened, he touched his nose and said, "I'll come back and buy you a cake."

"Five!" Quan bargained.

"No, you won't be able to eat well if you have too many, at most two."

"Hmph!" Two, just two, is better than nothing.

After flirting and scolding, Zhong Yuanzhong also took a look at the time only to realize that the two of them missed the question for more than ten minutes.

cough.

It's been so long, why don't you feel anything?Did he talk so much nonsense before?

He decisively brought the call back to the topic.

"Huh? Are there any suspicious guys hanging around?" Quan's first reaction was the broken glass in the living room.

So he said frankly: "Yes, he even broke into the house..."

"What?!" Zhongyuan Zhong was also shocked, and hurriedly asked, "Are you okay?"

"Listen to me." The little bastard who said half hid half added unhurriedly, "I chased him away with Susanoo."

"Really..." That's okay.Zhong Yuanzhong also breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as the voice changed, Zhongyuan Zhongye asked again: "Then do you know which faction the sneak attacking guy is from?"

Which side?

Izumi caught the part that caught his attention from Chuya Nakahara's words.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, suspicious in his heart.

Now that the three societies are fighting, Hong Kong gangsters belong to the forces in the Central Plains, so it is naturally impossible to attack him.The detective agency has a good relationship with him, even if they cut off contact with him now, they will not come to attack him.The rest, who will send people to attack him, is to form a force.

Such a simple truth should not be unclear to the Central Plains...

Could it be... there are other forces intervening in the middle?