[Bungo Stray Dogs] Snus

"Do you really not know that you are worth 70 billion?"

The blond man who called himself Steinbeck looked at him in surprise. This blond foreign young man had a friendly smile, but his temperament was strangely similar to that of Miyazawa Kenji.

It's just that compared to the latter's honesty and simplicity, the other party has the shrewdness and sense of responsibility as the eldest son of the family.

Even for himself, the captive who was tied up here, the other party still treated him politely. If he was in the environment he was in in the past, he must be undergoing torture.

Nakajima twisted his hands and feet uncomfortably. Before the anesthetic effect on his body passed, the other party gave him another dose. The man who was the sniper was sitting in the passenger seat and looked over with curious eyes.

Under the orange hair is a lively gaze, which looks no different from ordinary youths on the street.

Nakajima judged from these two people that the one who kidnapped him was not the mafia, not even the organizations in the underground world, but each of them had different abilities, so they should come from a certain force.

From the sentence just now, it can be seen that the target of the detective agency being attacked seems to be himself.

just.

The corner of his eyes flicked towards his side, the man who was leaning on the seat and fell asleep had a different atmosphere from the other two, he didn't know what it felt like, he just felt that it was different from human beings.

And even if the other party was asleep, the tentacles on his body did not relax in any way.

But fortunately, the other party did not take Ryunosuke Akutagawa away, which relieved Nakajima's uncomfortable heart a little. "What is that, is it a reward?"

He decided to spy on intelligence, and he didn't use this kind of trick well. In his previous life in the mafia, he was a combatant in the militant faction, and he couldn't touch the work of torture and interrogation at all.

The departments in the port have a rule of non-interference.

Moreover, he cannot relax himself now.

Even though he had seen something in that battle with Akutagawa, once he was chased by a powerful enemy, he would still have a conditioned reflex.

"Yeah, if your price is placed in my hometown, it will definitely be enough for us to eat for many years." The memories of his hometown and the appearance of his sister will always make Steinbeck show a gentler temperament than before when he speaks.

It's just that Nakajima is keenly aware that there are dangerous factors in this temperament. "However, we were a little surprised. We thought we would fight the port mafia this time. It seems that the information is correct."

intelligence.

From the time the other party first appeared, they talked about intelligence.

Nakajima swallowed his saliva. The black car he was riding in was driving out of the lively area of ​​Yokohama. When passing through the streets, no one would have thought that it was a dangerous vehicle.

The lights outside were like streamers under the fast speed of the car, and what he could see was only the light inside the car that was not too bright, and the keen vision of the supernatural moon beast. "I thought the Mafia was offering a bounty on me."

After Mr. Dazai jumped off the building, no one knew what would happen next. He obeyed the order of the other party, and followed his heart to leave with Kyoka.

Then began the ordinary life like a dream, which was almost a kind of rebirth for each other.

It's just that his past habits still made him unconsciously pay attention to the movements of the mafia. After the new leader took office, their actions became confusing in his eyes.

It's just that the only thing he can be sure of is that they will not let anyone who deviates from the organization go, even if there is Mr. Dazai's help behind it.

Can,

Now he was a little surprised to hear the members of this unknown organization of supernatural beings say that they thought they would go to war with the port.

He originally thought that those who attacked the detective agency were hired by the port, but did Mr. Dazai do everything well before leaving?

In his heart, Nakajima felt the tenderness from the person he respected in the past.

"It's true that the Mafia is offering a reward for you." There's nothing to hide, it's the weirdest thing to say that you don't know.

But Steinbeck saw the astonishment on the face of the young man sitting opposite him, and another kind of injury.

He was a little puzzled, why you, who betrayed the organization, were so surprised by the bounty offer, even if he is not a member of the Mafia, but he also knows that generally people who work in this kind of organization, unless they die, it is generally difficult to leave.

Of course, the mafia in each country is different, and he also knows that the mafia exists legally here.

It's just that according to the information he got, Renhu is a high-level person in the port.

But these are not what he wants to know. Even setting foot on this foreign land is nothing more than paying the same labor for the high salary. "It's just that Lord Fitzgerald raised the price later, and we came here just for this matter."

"us?"

Is it not just these three people or...

At this moment, the tires under the car suddenly neighed harshly on the road. It had already left the urban area and was on the road to nowhere. The car swung its tail abruptly.

Nakajima almost ran into Steinbeck, but was dragged back by the tentacles. On the contrary, if the sniper in front didn't have a seat belt, he could smash the front glass.

"What's going on?" Steinbeck turned to look at the driver's seat.

Was it a car accident?

Or something, perhaps a good chance to escape, Nakajima thought to himself.

The man named Lovecraft was still sleeping, and the anesthetic in his body was slowly losing its original effect. He could use the moon beast to stimulate the blood to accelerate the loss of drug effect.

Hearing told him that it was very quiet at the moment, and he should have entered the suburbs. It is very likely that there are mountains and forests next to the road.

Such a place is undoubtedly the best hunting ground for the king of the forest, and he is enough to tear them apart.

just.

Except for the car under his buttocks, he also heard the sound of the engines of other cars, chug, a bit like a motorcycle.

The man in the driver's seat is a mercenary, he was just hired, and he is definitely not weak among ordinary people without any supernatural powers.

It's just that the scene just now seemed a little weird to him, but he still told the truth. "Mr. Steinbeck, it's a motorcycle. A motorcycle flew out of the woods."

"Probably the pursuer, Steinbeck." Twain said in the passenger seat.

In this place, there is no room for him to use his abilities. Even if he sneaks into the forest to snipe, he is afraid that there are other people with supernatural powers inside. If he is allowed to use this car as a shield, they will have to walk back to their destination later.

And the position of the sniper is to move at any time before being discovered.

Of course, it does not mean that he did nothing. Mark Twain took out the dexterous pistol he carried with him. For him, the projectiles fired had an unexpected detection effect.

Steinbeck sighed. "I knew this job wasn't that easy, but a place with woods isn't bad." He glanced at Lovecraft, really wondering where he was dug from.

Nakajima looked at him, and he smiled at the boy. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

It was as if the comforting voice made Nakajima a little frightened. He knew all the members of the detective agency. Although he hadn't seen everyone's full abilities, they were not low.

Is this enemy so sure?

He couldn't help feeling a little worried. He was still in the probationary period, so it wasn't really worth it...

boom--

A gunshot interrupted his thoughts.

Twain's mouth muttered like this. "I don't know if Finn can help me—"

boom--

A small hole was punched in the glass in front of the car, and something rubbed Nakajima's cheek and pierced into the black leather seat. Twain looked at the cracked glass like a spider web, and turned his head to look at Nakajima together. that thing.

It's a projectile.

The brass color is the life form that was shot from his pistol just now, and with its own superpowers, it is called Huck Finn.

And this projectile with supernatural power was immediately returned in its original number after he shot it.

Nakajima looked forward, and he tried his best to see through the cracked glass with his vision enhanced by supernatural powers. With such a powerful force, he could only think of Miyazawa Kenji.

The member who can lift several times the weight with ease.

But he didn't think the opponent could get the bullet back so fast.

It's just that on the road with the night and the shadowed mountains as the background, all that can be seen with the naked eye are the dazzling lights from the motorcycle, and the figure sitting on the motorcycle surrounded by the night.

It's hard to imagine how he counterattacked the projectile.

Even if I have rich combat experience, I may not be able to do it!

"Be careful."

Steinbeck heard the reminder in the car, and he also knew that the chaser this time might not be so simple.

And from this direction, because of the darkness and the position of the other party behind the headlights, it is impossible to see the other party's appearance at all.

But since he appeared until now, he still hasn't got off the car, which makes him a little unhappy.

However, plants can give him power.

He pierced the skin of his palm with a dagger, and a tiny seed was stuffed into the wound. Within 30 seconds, vines with countless grapes popped out, and part of them pierced the ground of the road, as if they had taken root from it.

chug--

Nakajima heard the sound of the motorcycle again, and the headlights followed the direction of movement, like a sword of light, piercing straight and sharply, with an irresistible force.

The plant vines driven by supernatural powers were instantly torn apart by the outstretched palm like flimsy pieces of paper.

What speed is that?

Is it the speed of the motorcycle?

What kind of power is that?

Is it the power that humans can possess?

Steinbeck lost all initiative almost at the moment of being unable to react, five fingers wearing black gloves grabbed his face, and then he was pinned to the ground.

Yes, knock down!

After breaking away from those five fingers, his body, and even the vines he manipulated, were overwhelmed by that terrifying force.

Do not,

Everything in this place is suppressed, and it is unknown when the wheels have sunk into the road with abnormal weight.

Both Twain and Nakajima felt a kind of silent heaviness, and this heaviness instantly made Nakajima understand where this power came from.

just.

The tentacles that bound his limbs writhed and Lovecraft woke up, the worst of it.

The tentacles protruding from his sleeves climbed up the car window. "It's so heavy, was it crushed by something? It turns out that you can feel this way on land too."

The voice of absence sounded.

Steinbeck immediately shouted. "Lovecraft, it's the pursuer!"

The tentacles struggled to move inside the car, they couldn't seem to find the door switch, and finally the tentacles huddled together flew directly against the door.

The shaky figure emerged from the car, with a long and thin face, dull eyes, and long seaweed-like hair that seemed to move with the wind without gravity in the night wind.

He is like an unknown creature in a fantasy movie, with a human face but countless tentacles, standing there in a distorted posture.

"Mr. Chuya, run away!"

The tentacles hit the target like cannonballs in the dark night.

Immediately, Nakajima saw Lovecraft's figure being knocked down by the motorcycle, and then flew away by the motorcycle against his body, and the battlefield was pulled away in an instant.

The gravity around the car disappeared instantly, and Nakajima jumped out of the rear seat without any hesitation, and immediately grabbed Steinbeck who was about to get up, and hooked the beating pulse with the sharp claws from the beast.

The white death of the port mafia has returned to the night, wielding his sharp and merciless weapons, yet struggling to restrain himself.

"Do you think you can escape by holding me hostage?" Steinbeck showed no fear, the torn vine around his neck was still about to move, but following his voice, Nakajima's pupils couldn't help constricting.

On the road under the moon, a monster the size of a hill appeared over there, like a combination of twisted pieces of meat. It stretched out the wings formed by the pieces of meat, and its limbs were surging in all directions.

Just in the next moment, the short figure slowly rose into the air, and the hood of the sweater was blown off by the wind, revealing the somewhat messy short orange-red hair.

The world of gravity came again. Nakajima and Steinbeck, who were a few meters away from them, were directly forced to kneel down from standing, while the gravity was still rising.

The short figure seemed to be distorted at this moment, and a red and black flame ignited behind him.

"what is that?!"

Steinbeck stared at the figure, and was immediately captured by the power.

"Dun Jun, if you can't find me in the future, and if you encounter any unsolvable things, go to Zhongye. He will definitely be able to help you defeat the enemy with a swish, but this can only be done." It's the last hand! '.

Nakajima barely stood up with the body of the beast under the moon. The white tiger watched from a distance under the moon, and the voice in his heart recited the name as if praying.

And destruction also arrived at this moment.

"cough--"

Blood surged up from his lungs, and a more powerful force than before flowed in this body. He desperately suppressed the leak of power, and controlled the emotion that clamored to destroy everything.

Just like the day he was brought out, in the torrent of uncontrollable raging waves, he felt like he was about to be drowned.

A white beast slowly approached from a distance, and it stopped before the meteorite-like crater. Human emotions shone in the pupils of the beast.

Hesitation, fear, fear, hahaha, that's exactly it.

When facing Rage God, even the most terrifying supernatural power users will be timid, because they themselves are called human beings.

Chuu also swallowed the heat rushing to his throat, and stood up with his body supported. No one knew why this human body still had strength, even he himself didn't know why.

In the end, where does this power come from!

just.

The white tiger under the moon jumped down the huge pothole. It seemed to have regained the courage of the king of the forest. The soft fur brushed against the bloody hand. The white tiger circled around him twice and raised its head again.

"..."

Zhong couldn't help laughing, Xu clenched his fist and slammed it on the forehead. "That bastard taught you. Even if it looks like this, I won't forgive you for departing from the organization."

The white tiger lowered his head, and let out a low growl in his throat. After a while, he raised his head again, and rubbed the former cadre's leg with his soft fur.

The intimate and funny movements like a domestic dog made Zhong couldn't help being dumbfounded, and then a surge of anger rose in his heart. "Nakajima, change back to your original form, this is an order."

Hearing this sentence, Bai Hu's body froze, but he was still obedient. A boy in a white shirt and black overalls appeared on the spot.

He stood up, looked away from the new port chief, then took a step back and knelt on one knee, but was stopped by a foot before his knee landed.

Nakajima raised his head. "Mr. Chuya—"

"You're so blind, former guerrilla captain." He could feel the smell of blood as he spoke, and he felt a little uncomfortable. This was just caused by the senses, not the so-called physical pain.

But he doesn't feel much pain now.

Seeing this low-browed and pleasing look, the memory of the other party in front of Dazai was brought out of his mind in the past, Nakaya felt a little annoyed and reached out to grab his hair back. "It's prepaid uh, prepaid!"

Nakajima pursed her lips.

"Hurry up and lend me your shoulders, really, seeing you people, I can't help but get angry."

Hearing these words, Nakajima couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. Nakaya stretched out his hand, and the center of gravity of his body was shifted, but it was still a bit troublesome to climb up the pothole.

Although it is now possible to barely maintain consciousness by opening the filth, the power is completely uncontrollable.

He kicked a few stones in boredom, and stepped on them directly. The feeling of floating made Nakajima a little uncomfortable, but at the same time, he couldn't help but have a new understanding of the 'gravity user'.

"Damn it." Zhong also coughed, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Chuya—"

If the opponent is injured here, Port will definitely not let anyone go.

"It will get better on its own." Zhong also said.

In the ambiguous voice, it was not him, which made Nakajima feel like he had some auditory hallucination.

But for Chuya, that was the case.

His body will recover on its own after every defilement. Although his strength is that of a god of desolation, his body is also a god of desolation. On the contrary, he is the farthest away from himself when he is on the verge of death.

But the exhaustion and discomfort after the battle should be there.

They stomped on the ground again. "The motorcycle is gone."

"——I will compensate." Nakajima said quickly.

Zhong also glanced at him, thinking that he was more self-conscious than that guy. "This is not to save you, but to repay the benefits a hundredfold, so we pay the loss first. This is just a business with the Secret Service and the next detective agency."

The deep pupils glowing with a dim light faced the former mafia. "Nakajima, you, Kyoka, and the attacker named Ryunosuke Akutagawa will all be our bargaining chips!"

Nakajima's lips twitched a few times. "...I know that if Mr. Chuya wants to kill me and Kyoka, no one can stop you. From tonight, I know that your power has surpassed what Mr. Dazai told me." He lowered his eyelids . "Whether it's a bargaining chip or anything else, as long as it doesn't hurt Jinghua, I'm willing to do it."

"Even if I let you go back to the Mafia?"

The young man holding his body didn't feel any stiffness, maybe the beast under the moonlight already knew his fate. "From the current point of view, that is undoubtedly the best choice."

With a reward of 70 billion, staying in the detective society will bring a steady stream of troubles. The port has the dignity of the port. Even if the price is increased by an external organization, the port will not withdraw the reward for itself and Jinghua.

Even if Mr. Dazai once said dismissal, in fact, the will of the port cannot be distorted by just one person's words.

Inside the behemoth-like organization, Nakajima deeply understands that no matter whether it is a weak self or a person as strong as Mr. Dazai, as long as one foot is in, it is difficult to get out.

Even if we cut our throats here today, the night still haunts each of us.

"Mr. Chuya, I would like to return to the Mafia!"

The gentle white god of death landed on one knee again, but this time no one came to stop him, and Nakaya looked down at him, his cold gaze was like an ice blade in the cold night, piercing straight through his body and mind.

A light came from the end of the night from far to near, Ango Sakaguchi got off the car, stared at the immobile Steinbeck, and pointed the muzzles of black guns at the outsiders.

He pushed down the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said in a calm and indifferent voice. "Unfortunately, there is no place of extraterritoriality here."

He pointed straight ahead, and there were two figures, one standing and the other kneeling.

"—Professor Glasses, give me a lift."

Zhong Ye left him behind, and stepped over there, meeting his gaze, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. "Ah, I'm really not suitable for being helpful. Really, I can meet kidnappers everywhere I go home. Can your government department be of some use?"

The somewhat frivolous tone followed the bloody hand and waved it under the light. Nakajima lowered his head, and the complex emotions in his chest surged like waves. "..."

Sakaguchi looked at the other party's poor acting skills with some contempt, and watched the person get into his car, he opened the passenger seat door, and heard his subordinate Tsujimura greet him cordially, as if he regarded the other party as Yokohama Good citizen.

He pushed down his glasses again. "What you want, the farming chief has already agreed." He said, looking at the boy who was still kneeling over the pothole. Tsujimura was backing the car, and his eyes were also a little deviated. "Are you sure you want to erase their history with the Mafia?"

Zhong also leaned against the leather seat, closed his eyes, and let out an 'um' in his throat.

Tsujimura looked back through the rearview mirror, the person in the back seat seemed to be asleep, breathing very lightly, with blood stains on the corner of his mouth, his face was pale, he folded his hands on his chest, and nestled his exhausted body in the seat chair.

Although she knew that the other party was the leader of the mafia, but just this picture alone made her think that the other party was just an ordinary human being.

"Senior, why do you think he agreed to us?" Tsujimura whispered.

They have heard about the actions of the group from North America for a long time, and it should be said that they have already prepared for it. As for the reason, investigators at the level of Tsujimura are not qualified to know.

It's just that the opponents brought by the other party have exceeded their imagination, especially the man named Lovecraft.

Of course, the Secret Service can prevent them from landing in Yokohama, but their agency has long lost its real power in the government department.

Sakaguchi looked at the text message sent by the phone, and adjusted the rearview mirror to an angle where he could not see the rear, only then did he feel that the speed of the car under his buttocks was extremely slow.

He looked at the unconscious subordinate sitting in the driver's seat, how could he be confused as a search officer, I have never seen you drive so smoothly when I was tired, he couldn't help sighing in his heart, looking Looking at his own reflection on the car window, he couldn't help but say.

"Tsujimura, you have to remember that maybe one day, we are all just pawns on the chessboard." He lowered his eyelids. "The only ones who can break free from the chessboard are the powerful."

The author has something to say: There is no analysis in this chapter, I have to take a breath

I may have to analyze the white death Atsushi Nakajima in the IF line again. When I wrote today, I found that I only analyzed the previous events of the other party, that is, to extract information from what has happened, so I will make a prediction , After analyzing him, I will only talk about the IF line, because the IF line and I are different from the characters in the original book.

But I want to ask everyone first, which side do you think the final destination of Nakajima in the IF line will belong to, the port?Or a detective agency?

The prepayment statement is what Nathan Ogai said in the original line of the combination, and cooperated with the detective agency, on Double Black Resurrection Night.Chief Mori is indeed a very interesting person. Although many people think he is cruel or something, I was surprised to find that he is a simple and soft person.

Moreover, he is an extremely gentle person, and his gentleness is different from that of Zhong. The former is the gentleness of an adult, which takes a long time to feel, while the latter is the straightforward gentleness of a teenager.

To be honest, I really hope that Jae in the original line can return to the port, but I know it is impossible

Uncomfortable

Especially after revisiting the comics, I found myself liking him more and more,

When I watch Bungou Stray Dogs, I always wonder why the world is so unkind to these people. Sure enough, our Zhongye is the best, and I feel relaxed when I see Zhongye

Honestly, I really want to be like Chuya