Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

Inside the church, because of the sudden attack, Akutagawa Ryunosuke seemed to temporarily give up his willingness to attack.He used the black cloth of supernatural power to support the movement, and together with Oda Sakunosuke, he came to the girl.

The pale young man leaned against Rashomon, slowly recovering his physical strength, and looked at the two people in the conversation with a pair of dark eyes that were hard to discern.

"The sniper might not have left yet."

All the long hair was hidden in the hat, and the outline of the girl's face was clearly visible.The chin is sharp and small, and the eyes are full of worry, so thin that it seems that a gust of wind can break her.

"Hurry up and hand over the criminal to the police, and then go see Mr. Chuya. I'm a little concerned about that drug."

"Hand over to the police?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke sneered.Meeting the eyes of the two detective agencies, he said slightly mockingly: "Then let this person's accomplices rescue him from prison unharmed?"

The redhead frowned.He was about to say something, but was stopped by the girl beside him.

"Let me come."

The girl with a very weak appearance said softly but firmly: "Mr. Odasaku, I will leave it to you to contact the police."

Oda Sakunosuke looked at her expression carefully.Then, as if confirming something, he took out the phone from his pocket, walked two steps away and made a call.

However, Akutagawa found that the attention that the red-haired man used to alert him to his actions has never been withdrawn.

"Akutagawa-kun."

The girl who used honorifics all the way, but now she changed her name, stood in front of him, and opened her mouth with a calm expression.

She said: "As for your violation of the cadre's order today, I can tell Mr. Nakaya that you will be punished accordingly—but I don't intend to do that."

"Hypocrites."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke said coldly: "I don't need such mercy, and I don't fear any trials—"

"Just think I'm pitying you."

The girl interrupted him, and said calmly: "Because if we get to the bottom of this matter, Akutagawa-kun's life may not be saved."

"Varied--?"

After the instinctive surprise, Akutagawa shook his head: "If you think..."

"Akutagawa-kun really doesn't understand anything. Haven't you thought about what disobedience to the orders of the cadres means to your mafia?"

Gan Cha stared into his eyes, and said slowly: "—do not trust the organization."

"Because you don't trust the organization, you will disobey the order and break the agreement he made with me on behalf of the organization. Because you think that what you do is right——Akutagawa-kun, you are unexpectedly very conceited."

"But what is your approach?"

"Don't trust cadres, but trust information from unknown sources. Intervene in other people's tasks without authorization, and challenge partners for your own selfishness."

The girl's voice was clear, like water droplets on a cliff falling straight into the center of a mirror-like waveless lake.

Although there were still sounds all around, he felt nothing but silence.Only her loud words, accompanied by his violent heartbeat at this moment, continued to echo in his ears.

"What drives you to act? It's not loyalty to the organization, or rational thought, but emotion. If you want to gain someone's approval, you attack regardless of the consequences; if you want to judge a criminal, you ignore the agreement and treat him Let's do it."

"You call yourself a dog of the port mafia, but from the performance point of view, you are more like a slave to your own emotions."

The eyes looking straight at him were extremely bright.

Do spring vines burn?Is there a purple flame in this world?

If there is - Akutagawa Ryunosuke thought in a daze, then it is right in front of his eyes?

"You think you have powerful abilities, and you may always be able to complete tasks efficiently, so you think it doesn't matter if you disobey orders once or twice, and the port mafia will not abandon you. But—"

The girl said with a little sigh: "That's just not the time to pursue it."

"Take your fangs away, otherwise you're just a beast driven by your inner emotions."

"What a gentle girl."

The frail young man walked on the small road with few people, with a faint smile on his face.

"On the surface, it was a reprimand, but in fact, it was to analyze the root cause of the matter for him regardless of past suspicions - the port mafia, thanks to her."

——It's a pity that she still hasn't been able to find out the real body of her supernatural power.It's even hard to judge whether she used the ability just now.

"A difficult opponent."

The black-haired Russian smiled softly: "Let's eliminate her first next time."

He planned his next move in his mind.

Most of the required information is in hand, now go to the port to meet Gogol, and then leave the city on a smuggling boat with drugs...

Talking and laughing came from the top of the stone steps not far away.

Fyodor stopped and glanced at the source of the sound.

It was a street tennis court shaded by greenery, and the two people confronting each other on the court could be vaguely seen, as well as a few scattered spectators on the sidelines.

Not an ambush - he judged.

The matter of the tennis court was already known when the information was collected.The Japanese seem to love tennis very much, so it is often used here.

In this chaotic world full of supernatural beings, ordinary people are ignorantly, happily and working hard to survive...

"May all people in the world be happy."

There was a bit of compassion on the young man's face.

But the next moment, he suddenly noticed something unusual——

Mixed with the sound of sharp wind, some kind of object came through the air!

Without time to identify the attacking entity, Fyodor tried to dodge.

But the ball hit by Seiichi Yukimura, who is recognized as the strongest in middle school tennis among the U17s, is not something that laymen can avoid.

The yellow ball, which was delicately rotated, hit the back of the young man's head wearing a white wool cap with great force.

Fyodor's thin body was uncontrollably brought forward and fell forward.

The youth's pupils suddenly constricted in shock.

This ball is wrong—!

Anemia and weakness are his weaknesses, so he will always pay more attention to the changes in his body.

At this moment, he felt it immediately—besides the normal dizziness, his vision, hearing, and touch were all slowly disappearing.

The world in front of me gradually became blurred.He tried to move his limbs, but his movements gradually became uncoordinated.

Is it a certain supernatural being hidden by the detective agency?Or the Port Mafia or the Special Agents Division?

"Sorry! I missed my serve - are you all right?"

In the shaking world, three figures hurriedly approached.

A gentle voice stopped in front of him with a bit of worry.

——Is this trying to pretend to be an accident?

Fyodor thought so, and activated the ability.

"I am fine."

The pale young man trembled with almost bloodless lips, and struggled to show a somewhat bleak smile: "Please, help me up..."

"Ok?"

The woman wearing the butterfly hairpin raised her voice at the end, and seemed to be in a good mood: "If you can't stand up, there may be something wrong with your cerebellum. You don't need to get up, why don't you just let me cut it open and have a look."

Appearance, way of speaking - she is the female doctor of the Armed Detective Agency!

Is everything arranged by the detective agency?

"On the spot? Isn't this hygienic at all?!"

The immature childish voice complained, and then said: "Didn't you say it's best not to touch him? The ability is unknown—"

"Tch, I just wanted to cut him, not touch him." The high-spirited female voice replied nonchalantly.

"Haha, don't do that."

The earliest gentle male voice smoothed things over with a smile.

Before his consciousness completely disappeared, he heard the boy's gentle voice comforting the other people who came from the tennis court:

"Please don't get close, people who are unconscious need fresh air... This is an accident caused by my mistake, I will take full responsibility, right away..."

Akutagawa, who was not suitable to meet with the police, left first, and Amcha and Oda Sakunosuke also embarked on the path to the port after handing over the prisoners.

"You don't plan to tell the Port Mafia about Akutagawa, is there another reason?"

The red-haired man stared at the girl beside him, and asked suddenly.

"Did you see it?"

Gan Cha smiled and looked up at him.

"Ah."

The red-haired man replied calmly.As if he took it for granted, he didn't explain why.

"Because the port mafia will soon find out that the reasons I give are not valid."

The girl smiled wryly.

"Mr. Amuro told me that if it is confirmed that Gin is arrested, they will soon launch a final attack on the black organization. Since the organization is about to be destroyed, the so-called threat does not exist."

"I only made this request out of my selfish desire to let criminals get justice instead of lynching, and a little worry about the alliance between the two organizations."

"No matter what reason Akutagawa decided to do that, for the Mafia, what he did was the right thing to do—so I'm ashamed to let him be punished for it."

She said with a smile, her pretty vine-purple eyes sparkled with jumping light.

Seeing such an expression, Oda Sakunosuke couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of his lips.

"Although those are sincere words, I didn't have such intentions at the beginning..."

The girl walked backwards with her hands behind her back, and said happily:

"However, I think he seems to have listened a little bit. In this case, even if he deceived Hong Kong gangsters, they have no reason to come to trouble me!"

The consequences of being too complacent and not looking at the road will come soon.

The sole of the shoe seemed to have stepped on something round, Gancha's foot slipped, and her body fell backwards.

She opened her eyes wide and let out a short exclamation: "Ah!"

The agile man immediately took two steps forward and grabbed the girl's arm, pulling her over who was about to fall.

Gan Cha lay in the arms of the red-haired man, exhaled heavily, and then grabbed his sleeves, looking for the culprit who made her lose her balance.

- A yellow tennis ball.

tennis?

If the girl felt something, she raised her head and looked forward.

The young man with a coat and short iris purple hair stood tall and tall, standing in the middle of the road, looking at her with a smile.

"Gancha."

Looking at the girl's posture at the moment, Seiichi Yukimura narrowed his eyes: "Since you are standing still, don't bother Mr. Oda—Mr. Oda, long time no see."

"Oh."

Gancha blinked.Is this a very troublesome thing?

But seeing the boy's gentle smile and the racket in her hand, she just obediently responded and walked towards him: "You are here—won't you be?!"

Her tone gradually increased: "Really?!"

Yukimura smiled, and stepped aside slightly so that she could see the scene in front of her clearly.

The man in the white wool cap fell unconscious on the ground, beside Yosano who was carrying a chainsaw, and Shinichi who was rubbing his chin in deep thought.

Gancha: "..."

I feel sorry for you, devil.

The author has something to say: The basic operation of the script team: full of nonsense

Alas, Gancha Jiang lied to people twice, and the victims were both Chuya, what kind of suffering is this?

Do you know the special plan of Xinwang Wang Alien?It seems to be drawing aliens playing tennis to attack the earth, so we need to recruit tennis players on the earth to fight...

I was still thinking yesterday, whether to let the village elder brother Ko Tuo worry too much about sand sculptures

Friends: Brother Cun beat a Russian, what’s so great, his battlefield is the sea of ​​stars! !

Really, xf, really have you

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of iris and cactus; !Thank you Baby! !