[Bungo Stray Dogs] Snus

It's really too bad.

Whether it was the trip to the Far East, the delivery of backup supplies, or the companions arranged by the boss, it was an extremely bad day for Margaret Mitchell.

She even wondered if she had used up the good luck accumulated in the first half of her life.

Still pure, the residents from the Far East of this tiny country are just a bunch of lunatics.

The enemies that appeared from nowhere were wantonly bombarding their supplies, and the grayish-white animal shadows were scurrying in the shadows, so fast that it was difficult for them to catch them, they would always come to them from time to time amidst the fire created by the bombs.

Even if he could twist the air around him, the opponent's movements were unimaginably fast.

Not to mention that there is another culprit, who is suspected to be the creators of those pornography.

Jumping in the firelight, the excited and fanatical gesture made her feel a little creepy, wondering if she had encountered some cultists.

And it was this somewhat abnormal, maddened man who crashed into their cargo ship without hesitation when he drove the fishing boat at speed, and then countless guns were thrown over.

Directly let one of their cargo ships step into the land of the end.

The other party ignored the attack, even under the priest's bloody words, they still bombarded excitedly.

damn it.

Why didn't the boss tell them first that they would encounter such a lunatic?

For them, what was even more unexpected was that the other party attacked in a place that was not close to Yokohama.

"Get out, Mitchell."

Her fellow priest Hawthorne said so, still holding the Bible in his hand, but the black robe has been partially burned. In the face of modern warfare weapons, supernatural powers are obviously not able to protect themselves well sometimes.

Not to mention the blood dripping from the priest's other hand.

Mitchell didn't want to give up. Whether it was a sudden attack or an enemy's challenge, as a nobleman, he shouldn't flee. Even if the family had declined, his trip was just to revitalize the family.

One of the freighters had already submerged in the sea. The hired sailors were holding life buoys, looking at the shadow of Yokohama in the distance, a little dazed. People who couldn't swim had turned their stomachs and soaked in the salty sea water.

And on the remaining ship under his feet, there were only raging flames left. The enemy's sniper attacks on people with supernatural abilities were limited, and the target was not them at all.

Mitchell knew that no matter how she extinguished the flames, they would reignite, and that the only way to wash away the shame was to catch the unscrupulous pair.

Only the beast in the shadows made her shudder, for that was something she had trained for battle.

Under the hesitation, she had to control the air around her to let her body float. Hawthorne didn't need help, and the blood could write beautiful cursive English in the air under the control.

The English meaning, probably only God knows.

It's just that when Mitchell flew up, there was a sudden scream from a distance, and a small black dot bumped towards him, which seemed to be straight and directed at him without any hesitation.

She also made a strange sound like 'Ahahahahaha, Chuya, this is too much', but unfortunately she doesn't know the language of the Far East countries very well.

Can only dodge.

The opponent just wiped his sleeve and rushed towards the deck, his body felt weightless for no reason, and Hawthorne's black figure was immediately knocked into the air by something.

Standing in mid-air, looking down at them condescendingly was a young man with orange-red hair.

His face was full of irritability and impatience.

Mitchell slammed on the deck hard. If she hadn't been able to use the supernatural power when she landed, she would probably have broken a bone.

"Beautiful lady, can you die with me later?" The young man who spoke frivolously in her familiar mother tongue held a pistol between her eyebrows while smiling.

The supernatural power disappeared again, and she instantly understood the source of the problem.

Hawthorne got up from the deck, but before he could stand still, his body was slammed on the ground by a figure. The sharp claws directly cut open the blood vessels on his neck, and the wet liquid made his body startled. .

Stop struggling.

Dazai looked at Nakajima who suddenly came out to snatch the head, he was a little dissatisfied, he stood up, and left the girl in western clothes with his gun, the air current danced secretly in her palm.

boom--

"what!"

The woman's sharp screams ran through the originally peaceful sea area. Kajii, who was standing not far away, was taken aback by the sudden shooting. Naturally, the Mafia would not be afraid of such a murder weapon, let alone he was still a bomber himself. of.

It's just that he has always been a little nervous about Mr. Dazai, and it's been a long time since he made such a sudden attack.

Kajii couldn't help being smart, and took back his forward steps. The Lemon Pioneer became extremely well-behaved, but he was holding a lemon in his lower back hand, and he was a little ready to move.

And Mitchell was already holding that palm at the moment, the brass-colored bullet left a bullet hole in the palm, Hawthorne gritted his teeth and stared at Dazai, unfortunately, God would not save anyone who violated the port territory here.

Zhong also glanced at the sailors lying in the life buoy and waving white undershirts, he landed on the deck. "Chuya, the act of throwing me down just now was too much." Dazai over there yelled again.

He seemed to be planning to put away his weapon, and said to the foreign woman with a smile. "A lady should still look like a lady, so that there will be gentlemen who are willing to treat each other with courtesy." He shook the gun as he spoke.

Mitchell stared at the young man whose face changed as if he was flipping a book, and the other party's smile made her shrink her neck. She had a hunch that if she moved again, it might not be as simple as one hand.

"Shouldn't Zhongye work harder at that kind of moment? Who would have thought that the gravity of the leader would suddenly fail. Oh my god, who told me to welcome to the world of gravity just now. Pfft, I can't help it when I think about it Want to laugh." He almost laughed out loud.

But that tone can still make people angry.

In the matter of throwing the other party down, it is true that he was wrong, but Chu also didn't feel that he was not part of the reason. "Isn't that a question of your 'disqualification'?"

Even filth can be suppressed by disqualification in the human world, Zhong also feels that this is really not his fault, Dazai can't help but tighten his mouth when he heard this sentence, can we continue to talk about the truth?

But this flight still gave him a bad feeling, although it was not as good as the previous one.

Holding on to the belief that one must die is a lot easier, especially seeing the other party who knows everything well is hearing that sentence, seeing that scene and having to change his face, to recognize the reality of the scene, it can be compared with millions of famous paintings. Compared to it.

Dazai sighed, shook his head in a helpless tone, pretending to be authentic. "Chuya, as a leader, you should have the courage to admit your mistakes, just like Mr. Mori, he was never ashamed to kill his ancestors."

No matter what nonsense you say, I won't believe it.

Zhong also stared at this guy with some subtle eyes. How many times have he mentioned Mr. Mori since he woke up? By the way, do you really dislike Mr. Mori so much?

Do I have to take the other party out and shake it off as soon as I have any problems?

"Well, it's all my fault, Chuya, I want to apologize to you."

"...I feel disgusted to see you like this." There must be a demon when things go wrong, and frankly, it is something that does not exist in his partner.

Looking at Chuya who suddenly rejected him thousands of miles away, Dazai finally had the feeling of throwing a stone on his foot.

Disqualification in the world is a passive ability, even he himself can hardly control it.

If you want to control it when you are in your teens, it is simply a fantasy, but I have to say that people have adventures, although his adventures make him feel sick.

But more or less got some inspiration. When his heart stops beating, the blood supply to the brain will also stop. In short, it means his death, and the supernatural power will also fail when he dies.

Of course, he couldn't let himself die once or twice just to try some failures, but he could try in terms of stopping the blood supply.

Therefore, he controlled the beating of the heart, and there would be a time difference between the blood being sent to the brain. Although it was only a few seconds or a few minutes, he could still control the 'disqualification in the world'.

And in this short period of time, he enjoyed the experience of being flooded by the sea breeze, being thrown from a high altitude, and smashing people by the way. He was obviously a flying partner, but his partner played tricks.

The moment he realized that gravity had disappeared, Zhong also took action. After all, he was the one who kicked himself "disqualified" for the first time when he met him. His fighting talent is really admirable.

And saved himself from not needing to drink seawater.

It was rare for Dazai to reflect on himself, wondering if he should try to praise him, but he saw his partner was talking to the brat who was taking the head.

He was a little dissatisfied with that brat.

Naka also asked Nakajima to tie him up. Hawthorne's neck was cut and his face became paler. The white death of the mafia seemed to be in control. "I don't know how much your boss will pay for this?"

He watched the two captives with interest.

"Chuya, you are so philistine!" Hearing these words Dazai said loudly, Chuya turned his head and saw his serious face, he couldn't help but put away his smile, but the next sentence couldn't help but make him He was dumbfounded.

"We're going to let the Ability Secret Service Division and that North American capitalist bid together!"

Even Hawthorne, who was gradually in a trance, and Mitchell, who was a little bit ashamed, couldn't help looking at the black-haired young man when they heard this sentence, wishing to yell out loud.

hello are you a demon

bidding?

Are you an auction?

This operation is too beautiful!

Kajii silently gave a thumbs up from behind, while Nakajima completely dispelled the doubts about whether there was something wrong with Mr. Dazai in his heart, and only this person could say such words.

Zhong Ye pursed his lips tightly and didn't speak, instead he stepped forward and patted the temporary worker on the shoulder.

Dazai, who saw the meaning of the other party, couldn't help falling into silence. At this time, shouldn't he say something like 'you are going too far, Dazai' or 'you deserve it'?

Why is it that the boss is relieved when he sees his subordinates doing a good job?

For a moment, an inexplicable subtle feeling rose in his heart.