Group Pet Career in Yokohama

Sometimes there are things to kill, and the original boredom will become a feeling that time passes quickly.

After counting the time, he directly entered the password to open the door, Osamu Dazai shot the unsuspecting Mao Shou Kazuo who was standing nearby, and he didn't even have time to launch a counterattack.

However, what is strange is that facing the muzzle of the gun, the man took off his glasses instead of pulling out his gun before dying.

"Ah, it really is a supernatural being." When he stepped on the blood on the ground, Hill suddenly realized that he used his eyes to activate the supernatural power, and because he couldn't control it, he needed to wear sunglasses anytime, anywhere.

"Well, after all, wearing sunglasses at night is not a performance art, but something hidden." He waved his hand, swiped the elevator card, and then remembered something and answered: "By the way, Hong Kong and black are excluded."

"Hey, maybe when the members of Hong Kong and Heihe take off their sunglasses, the skin color under the sunglasses will be whiter than other places, and it will look very abrupt, so they won't take off their sunglasses after a long time." Hill had a whim, maybe that's the case , because when she went to play with Oda, she found that some people seldom took off their sunglasses spontaneously even if they changed their clothes after work.

She shook her head. Not only was she busy at night, she also had to collect rent and deal with various trivial matters during the day, so there was nothing she could do.

"Pfft——" Osamu Dazai was still amused by this cute conjecture, and he couldn't help but said, "It's really curious, so how about it, I'll ask my subordinates to take off the sunglasses one by one to confirm, don't worry I will send photos to Little Hill."

It was these victims who paid for Hill's ideas, not only with a boss who often gave up on the mopping up, but also with the whims of the boss induced by Miss Hill.

Even though he was extremely envious of Mr. Zhong Yuan's subordinates next door, he didn't dare to show it at all.Because Mr. Dazai is extremely keen in controlling people's hearts, let him know that this kind of thinking will definitely be dealt with badly, and may even lose his life. After all, the relationship between these two can be said to be well-known.

"Ah, no need, just tell me the result." After thinking for a while, she took off the sunglasses and exposed the ultraviolet rays to the white sunglasses they put on. Each of them looked like a giant panda with a reverse color filter. She suddenly hit I shudder, thinking that everyone in Hong Kong is not cool all of a sudden...

So she rejoiced and said, "Fortunately, Dazai, brother Nakaya, and Odasaku don't need to wear sunglasses during working hours."

It seems that, except for the cadres, the supernatural powers and the high-level Black Lizard who are responsible for assassination and extermination do not need to wear uniforms.

At this time, the elevator suddenly shook violently, and then the aftermath from the ground could be clearly felt. Dazai Osamu said a little gloomily: "It seems that the dwarf has already started to move, and it is still as violent as before."

Hill comforted him: "Well, but this kind of coercive violence is also very useful, isn't it? For example, Mr. Sashihashi has probably been knocked out by Chuya brother, tied him up and threw him into the car... At present, everyone It’s also very convenient to focus on Brother Chuya.”

"Well, that's right." He chuckled, and skillfully twisted the pistol in his hand, "Then please stay behind me when you open the door, and let me protect you, Miss Hill."

"Obviously I can help you too." Hill said dissatisfied.

"It's true, if you want to help, you can." He stroked the top of Hill's head soothingly, but relying too much on Hill was like a cheating device, and there was no challenge at all.

"Don't worry, I have my measure." Hill understood his concerns.

At this time, a person came out from the corner. He just saw the two people, his pupils narrowed, and he was about to take out the walkie-talkie to notify someone of an intruder. The black mist gradually wrapped around his ankles, and the person passed out before he could react.

But the man fainted for less than ten seconds, and only heard a "bang", he exploded...

Hill turned his head in surprise... It was the kind of explosion, and a blue smoke slowly rose from his neck.

She took a closer look and found that there was a hidden bomb on his tie. There were three leads, one connected to the back of the head, and two thin wires hidden in the placket, which were probably attached to the heart. When the activity becomes low, the bomb will be detonated automatically.

However, this approach is too careful and too familiar, it must be guided by someone... It reminded her of someone, and she subconsciously looked at Osamu Dazai beside her.

After Osamu Dazai saw the sudden death of this man, Hill didn't know what he thought, but he smiled with great interest, then walked past the corpse indifferently, and continued to walk forward, observing the steel door at the end. Thick security door.

He took out the positioning device slowly, and said, "This is it, um, it turns out to be a fingerprint password duplex lock."

Hill thinks that the Yinblade organization is quite high-tech, with a high awareness of prevention, and try to avoid the traditional key locks that are easy to open, although for Dazai, it only takes a few seconds or a few minutes at most...

He had already taken out the key card from the person who fell to the ground, but he went back after making the judgment, and then took out the ink pad from his pocket, and quickly made a copy with the fingerprints of the dead person who seemed to be keeping the secrets of the Yinblade organization. A simple fingerprint set.

Noticing Hill's puzzled eyes, he put on thin finger cots and explained: "This fingerprint recognition requires a constant temperature of the human body to be recognized. It is the latest safety lock of SUC...Fortunately, it is not pupil recognition."

As if thinking of something, he showed a disgusted expression. After all, he has no perverted hobbies, and he doesn't like touching the eyes of dead people.

Hill nodded understandingly, "Well, it seems that as a master lockpicker, you should always pay attention to changes in the lock market. If you don't keep pace with the times, the title of lock king will change hands due to the development of technology."

She said encouragingly again: "Come on Dazai, persevere, the title of Yokohama lockpicking king belongs to you!"

"...Ah?" Osamu Dazai couldn't laugh or cry, "How did this uncool title come about?"

Then he took out a lens, observed the fingerprint oil stains on the password, and quickly deciphered the password of numbers and characters.

"I just thought of it... Don't you like it? How about 'Yokohama Lockpicker'? Or 'The Locksmith's Ultimate Buster', 'Your Heart, My Heart Unlock'?" Hill showed those names with good eyes .

Hearing the last two nicknames, even Osamu Dazai, who was full of slots, almost shook his hands while deciphering, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

The name is so weird and so full of gags that it is almost impossible to describe it. What strange things does Xiao Xier see at the end?So it is also a headache for children to accept information too quickly.

... But he was looking forward to this kind of interesting conversation when he came out with Hill.

"Then I'll choose the previous one..." He quickly changed his words.

With a "beep", the door opened.

Hill applauded twice.

Osamu Dazai picked and picked from the materials that Yasuhiro Sashitahashi painstakingly collected, took out a few copies and sorted out several copies to take away, because they were relatively important materials, but they were all kept in paper documents.

Afterwards, he took out a USB flash drive, connected it to the NAS system of the working group, and prepared to copy it, but just after connecting it, a green mouse logo jumped out suddenly, making piercing laughter. It was a very soulful pattern. , It's almost like a mocking hook.

Hill was stunned, and asked, "Has it been controlled by hackers... Mickey Mouse virus?"

The green mouse suddenly turns red again, and the 2-minute countdown begins.

Hill felt that this countdown was meaningless, and at most it was a deterrent to them. If you really wanted to put the intruders to death, you should lock the door by the way, and then quickly remotely control and tamper with the password.

Osamu Dazai quickly took the documents and led Hill to run forward, said with a bit of a headache: "It's a hacker, this symbol...is the international underground bandit organization 'Rat of the Dead House', which specializes in stealing secrets to various forces. Buying and selling information, there is a gossip that they changed their leader before, it seems that this person is going to attack Yokohama."

It seems that Yinblade's weapon sales and distribution have been stolen long ago. Since the alien rats who are unwilling to be lonely have occupied the sewer polluted water resources, I believe that the city of Yokohama will be in chaos soon.

As soon as they entered the elevator, they heard a huge explosion from the reference room, but the distance was relatively long, and the underground passage built by Yinblade was very tough, which did not pose a threat to the normal operation of the elevator.

At this time, on the ground, it was the solo show of Chuya Zhongyuan, with gunpowder smoke, dust, and the sound of enemy machine gun shooting accompanied by the wailing of being continuously hit by bullets fired in his hand.

The protagonist is just standing leisurely in the center of the garden. The bullets attacking him are like snowflakes falling on a person's shoulders. All he needs to do is to sweep the attacking bullets back with his legs seemingly easily. Even the stone pillar fence of the flower garden is a weapon he can use. Under the blessing of gravity, he alone is equivalent to several fire-powder magazines storming at the same time.

"What should I do, is this guy a monster?!" The body armor worn by the mercenaries has been dilapidated, and their wounds and scars have been aggravated by countless attacks. Their unprotected limbs are almost smashed into a sieve. Being hit hard, people kept falling.

"Don't stop, keep fighting!"

Despair has gradually spread.

Some people are already afraid of the weapons in their hands, because even if they keep attacking that person, they can't hurt him at all, and these bullets turn into the enemy's weapons and attack their own side, hitting themselves and their comrades-in-arms, Duo A flower of blood splashed on the ground and the wall, but even though the situation was such that an iron-blooded person lost the courage to resist, out of respect for their profession, they still fought bloody.

Zhong Yuanzhong also appreciates this attitude. If these people escape, he does not intend to catch up. After all, his task is to delay time and attract firepower.Perhaps the injured ones can survive under the Hong Kong black guerrillas who are constantly pouring in from outside to mop up their tails. Of course, if they are captured, they will usher in a hell that is more terrible than death.

Even if he appreciates these people, he will never show mercy because of his position and loyalty to the organization.

It was precisely because of this admiration that before the next wave of attacks came, Zhong Yuanzhong also showed an unusually happy and bloody smile, slowly lifted his hat, and he kicked the ground and turned into a black afterimage.

Immediately afterwards, the enemy was swept away as if being sucked into a hurricane, and they couldn't even react from which direction the attack came from, because it was too fast.

Their bodies flew high and slammed into the surroundings fiercely. Zhong Yuanzhong also canceled its own gravity and used their guns that had not yet fully landed as a fulcrum to slam into the other side.

Sometimes it is like lightning, sometimes it is like a tsunami, and in this situation like a natural disaster, everyone's life can only be at his disposal.

It's not like fighting, it's just that the god of death has come to reap life. People who are still alive think so, but still use up their last strength to raise their weapons and fight with all their strength. This is the courage of primitive human beings to constantly fight against nature, as if Fighting to the end, life can be sublimated in this battle.

This probably belongs to them who wandered on the battlefield all their lives, as fighters—the last romance.

Zhongyuanzhong also had a great time playing, but it's a pity that he might have more fun if he only used physical skills, but if he didn't use supernatural powers, it would be like draining the last value of these people before they die, and it would be a blasphemy These fighters are strong willed.

Because of their admiration for them, the Central Plains also chose to grant these people a vigorous death.

As the last person fell to the ground, Zhong Yuanzhong also stood quietly on the ground. He looked around and confirmed that there was no one left alive. Then he raised his hat slightly to show his respect, and thanked these people for bringing him a happy event in the end. Duel of life and death.

He also thought with emotion, if it wasn't for the wrong position, it would probably be interesting to go drinking and chatting with these people.

But he quickly put this unrealistic idea behind him, picked up his mobile phone and contacted his subordinates to clean up the mess.