Since I've been the sister of these people

"Lin, give me your hand."

Zhong Yuanzhong also took out the gift box in his pocket, his tone was surprisingly gentle.

Mizutani Kyoka blinked her eyes, and obediently stretched out her hand.

The girl's wrist was white and slender, Zhong Yuan Zhong also opened the box, gently took out the star-like bracelet, carefully took her hand, and fastened the bead ring for her bit by bit.

His expression was very serious, as if he was treating a precious and fragile artwork.

Mizutani Xinghua couldn't help blushing, and shrank subconsciously.

"do not move."

Zhong Yuanzhong also gently took her hand, his voice hoarse and deep.

"All right--"

Mizutani Xinghua immediately wanted to withdraw her hand, but Nakahara Chuya tightly clasped her wrist.

"very beautiful."

He held her hand and refused to let go, and he couldn't help but praise.

Mizutani Xinghua didn't dare to look at her boss at the moment, she just thought his eyes were beautiful, but they were a bit more desolate than the sea outside, quiet and clear and straightforward.

"Lin, what I want to say is—"

Zhong Yuan's heart was beating like a drum, but his eyes followed the black-haired girl in front of him closely, with an unusual seriousness.

Mizutani Xinghua forcibly suppressed the anticipation in her heart, pulled out her hand in a panic, and said eagerly: "It's almost time, thank you, Senior Chuya, for your hospitality today."

She left the seat as if fleeing, took a deep breath, and let her mood become as calm as usual.

"Hold on."

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fists and subconsciously called out to her.

"Is it because of Dazai...?"

You don't want to hear me finish the sentence, is it because of other reasons, or is it that you never liked me, and you didn't have a little heart.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked directly into her eyes, as if he wanted to find a reason to make himself less sad.

"If it's because of Dazai, even though I hate that mackerel, I will let him recognize me, and I will prove——I am a man who can spend the rest of my life with you."

I just want to be - the one who is qualified to protect you.

Zhong Yuanzhong also tightened his lips, and even his breathing was so tense that he could hardly smell it.

"Senior Zhongye—"

Mizugu Xinghua turned her head, her face was not moved at all.

"sorry."

I'm leaving, I can't respond to your feelings, I'm really, really sorry.

Mizutani Xinghua said in her heart over and over again.

"I understand."

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his cobalt blue eyes, turned his back silently, and stopped blocking.

"Goodbye, Senior Chuya—"

Take good care of yourself, I wish you to find a new subordinate who is obedient and obedient and doesn't need you to worry about.

Although I don't know how good my next successor is, it must be better than my senior.

she thought sadly.

The glass door was pushed open as planned, and in an instant, the fireworks all over the sky bloomed in their most splendid posture in front of Mizutani Xinghua.

There are no provocative confession words, only the dazzling firelight across the night sky, reflecting each other, and finally intertwined into a beautiful and calm girl.

She smiled brightly, like a blazing sun, and like a soft and mysterious star, her beauty was thrilling.

It's a pity that fireworks are always short-lived. Even if they are cherished, they will disappear one day.

Mizutani Kyoka sniffed, held back the sourness in her eyes, and left this place without hesitation, without giving any hope to the distraught man behind her.

I'm sorry, Chuya.

***

Yokohama at night is beautiful.

The lights are bright and bright.

Shuigu Xinghua was blowing the evening wind, looking nostalgic at the scene in front of her.

"Ding--"

She opened the text message calmly, and there were only a few words on it——

"Genpei Warehouse, if you don't come, wait to collect your brother's body."

Mizutani Xinghua's face turned cold in an instant, and the murderous intent in her eyes almost turned into substance.

the other side.

Even though blood was constantly oozing from the corner of his mouth, the man who was tied to the chair in embarrassment was still lazy and leisurely, as if the person being taken hostage was not him at all.

"It hurts, British gentlemen are really serious~"

Hearing this, the tall blond man raised his pistol at him without hesitation. In the quiet night, the sound of the bullet being loaded was very clear.

"Fran, what do you want to do?!"

The red-haired boy at the side rushed out quickly, and stood in front of Osamu Dazai with a face of disapproval.

"Get out of the way, I'm telling him to shut up."

The man named Fran didn't hesitate at all because of his companion's voice to stop him.

next second.

The bullet pierced the cold air and flew towards the smiling man.

The red-haired boy gave a "tsk", and a huge ice cone shot up in front of them in an instant.

The bullet was embedded in the ice and could not go any further.

"Sean, do you want to betray?"

Fran frowned displeasedly.

Sean waved his hand lightly, and the icy pick in front of his eyes quickly melted, and the bullet casings fell to the ground with a crisp metallic sound.

"If I wanted to betray, I wouldn't apply for this mission."

He was noncommittal.

"Then get out of here quickly."

Fran's patience was clearly at its limit, and he couldn't help growling at his companion.

And Sean on the side frowned tightly, also meaning not to give in.

"Fran, do you want to be killed by Admiral Heath?"

"Hmph, she's just a traitor, do you think the military will let her do what she did like before?"

As if thinking of something pleasant, Fran put away the pistol kindly, and taunted: "Even if she is successfully recovered, she will probably end up in the same fate as that incinerator, how pitiful—— Your beloved Admiral Heath is about to become a deprived soldier."

"What did you say?!"

Sean angrily stepped forward and grabbed Fran's collar, looking at Fran with angry eyes.

"Susu-"

The two men who were at war in the warehouse were stunned at the same time. Fran frowned vigilantly, and after slapping off the hand holding his collar, he said seriously: "You stay here to watch, I'll go out and take a look, remember—don't Play tricks!"

Fran gave Osamu Dazai a warning look, and found that the other party not only did not restrain himself, but instead looked very comfortable, he couldn't help but spat bitterly.

After the annoying guy left, Osamu Dazai smiled and said to Sean: "The red-haired brother over there, are you A Lin's subordinate?"

Long-term military literacy does not allow soldiers to communicate with mission targets without authorization, but Sean, like the dead Kazaar, respects their admiral as a god. I was born so much alike.

To be honest, seeing this face again, the last bit of military quality left in Sean Roger Potter's heart instantly became precarious.

"Yes, do you have any orders?"

Obviously it shouldn't be in such a tone, but he unknowingly used the honorific title, and while spurning himself in his heart, he couldn't help jumping up when he thought that he would see that adult again soon.

"Mr Sean, could I trouble you to loosen my rope a little?"

Osamu Dazai curled his lips aggrievedly.

"Your companion strangled me so badly."

Sean had long been warned that the target of their mission this time was an extremely difficult guy, but when he saw the red marks on the other's wrist where the bandages weren't covering it, his heart softened all of a sudden.

As expected of brothers and sisters, one is a former mafia and the other is a military officer, but both of them are squeamish and can't stand suffering.

Sean said with some emotion.

He obediently loosened the rope tied by Fran, keeping the strength of the noose at a level that could lock the opponent's movements without strangling him.

At the same time, Fran, who had returned from an inspection, happened to see this scene.

"what are you doing?!"

When Sean heard the sound, he immediately raised his hands above his head and explained, "I didn't want to let him go."

"Don't hide it, Sean, it's our home game now."

The noose that was intact just now was easily untied, Osamu Dazai stretched his waist and smiled slyly.

Sean on the side was still amazed by this miraculous magic trick, apparently at a loss for the current situation.

"What are you talking about—"

"Damn!"

Fran didn't bother to watch this ally who had sworn and promised not to betray him, and directly commanded the white blade transformed from the air to attack Sean.

"Hey, it's not the rope I untied!"

While Sean defended himself loudly, he had to do his best to deal with Fran's ability.

"chance~"

Taking advantage of the gap between Fran's attack on Sean, Osamu Dazai rushed forward quickly and patted him on the shoulder unexpectedly.

"Even if my ability is nullified—"

Dazai smiled at him sympathetically, and Sean, who was stunned by the side, only felt that Dazai at this moment was like a god of death overlooking all living beings, indifferent and doing whatever he wanted.

next second.

Osamu Dazai was roughly kicked away, and a bullet from a distance pierced Fran's chest quickly.

The man fell to his knees and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"How is it possible... This warehouse is clearly a dead end!"

Sean hurried forward to check on Fran's wounds, apparently in disbelief that his companion had been shot.

"After all, it was your military sniper who fired the shot. His ability seems to be able to change the direction of the bullet."

"Vifra?!"

Sean cried out in astonishment.

The man who was lying on the ground, dying, opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Don't be so surprised, it's only natural to send A Lin to England, where I can't see, and arrange staff there in advance~"

Osamu Dazai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and snorted lightly.

"As for you—"

His smile gradually solidified, and he said in a tone that could not be refused: "You are A Lin's subordinate, you are alive when he is dead, I don't need to tell you, you also know what will happen to you, Mr. Sean."

"what do you mean?"

Sean didn't dare to look directly into the deep, clear iris eyes, and asked back uncertainly.

"Joining the port mafia is your only way out. I have investigated you. You are an orphan. You entered the army to receive supernatural training since you were young. I think there should be no one you are nostalgic for in that land."

Dazai gave an ultimatum.

Sean hesitated: "Although I really want to follow Admiral Heath, but Yokohama..."

"You don't have to worry about safety issues. After Ah Lin returns to Yokohama, the positions of Britain and Japan will have to be reconsidered—do you think the British supernatural agency has the guts to offend the place where the time-space ruler and gravity manipulator are located?"

Osamu Dazai paused, and said confidently: "Not only that, but they will also conclude a non-aggression treaty with Yokohama, and when the time comes, you will be part of the contract, which is enough to guarantee your life in the rest of your life."

After listening, Sean rarely fell into deep thought.

Just in time, there was a familiar "click" sound at the door.

"Brother, you are abducting people again."

Sean raised his head quickly and cheered in surprise: "Your Excellency, General!"

Having been robbed of the conversation, Osamu Dazai pushed Sean's head down in displeasure, and walked straight to Mizutani Kyoka.

Almost in an instant, the man who was still calm just now suddenly became aggrieved, and coquettishly said to the girl in front of him who looked very similar to him: "A Lin, I was bullied."

After all, he intentionally exposed his red-stained wrist to the outside.

Sean Roger Potter, who was squatting on the ground stunned, finally understood what the legendary "difficulty" meant.