Special A-level danger warning

The afternoon sun shines brightly on the luxurious carpet in the office, and the outside is clear and white clouds, a quiet and peaceful scene.

The five buildings of the Mafia headquarters in the port form a ring shape, guarding the central office building of the leader like a moon, standing upright near the port, and it is the tallest building in this area.

Of course, there are no suitable sniper spots, but there are countless forms of probing attacks.

The roof, the roof.

After crushing an invisible attacking energy once again, Feng Xinzhi's kite-colored eyes became deeper, as if a storm was brewing to sweep everything.

Feeling a little bit bad.

He raised his left hand lightly, and the supernatural power and mantra poured out instantly. The power of "Heavenly Demon" and "Box of Enchantment", which had not been used for a long time, were rarely mobilized at the same time.

The two intertwined forces merged in an almost perfect way, releasing an overwhelming icy coercion, causing the surrounding temperature to drop sharply.

At this moment, everyone lurking in the dark trembled, and looked up at the top floor of the port headquarters building regardless of the risk of exposure.

Suddenly there was a strong energy fluctuation, as if a creature from the dark abyss was staring at everything with cold eyes.

The feeling of heart palpitations became more and more intense, and many people backed down, thinking that although the amount of the reward offered was attractive, it also needed to have a fortune.

Only, it was too late.

Feng Xinzhi, who had a little gorgeous golden color spreading from the depths of his pupils, didn't care at all about the super-cursed "Magic Box" breath on his body, leaving only deep indifference and coldness, without any intention of keeping his hand.

Monsters and curses that feed on negative emotions are quickly formed and born, with cheerful and ferocious postures, as if celebrating the joy of being born into the world.

The evil spirit was raging, the resentment was rampant, and the overwhelming number made the bright sky much darker, exuding a strong ominous atmosphere.

Driven by the creator's will, they exposed their sharp fangs and quickly attacked the malicious people lurking everywhere.

Biting, tearing, swallowing, chewing...

Like a drowned person submerged in the water, he couldn't even splash the water, let alone let out the roar of a trapped animal.

I wish there were still intact bodies left.

The coldness in Feng Xin's childish eyes has not completely dissipated, and he thought about it without any ups and downs.

"Conjurers don't do that."

Kyogoku Xiayan's voice suddenly sounded in his mind, with obvious deep meaning in his tone, and an uncontrollable wanton smile on his face.

He spoke maliciously.

"According to the so-called spell rules, you can be judged as a curse master, right?"

"Or are you already willing to accept my idea?"

——Reproduce the nightmare called the sorcerer.

Faced with these malicious words, Feng Xinzhi didn't even bother to give him a look, and his heart couldn't be moved.

To him, the difference between a conjurer and a curser is not particularly big.

If it weren't for the formal education he received since he was a child, he voluntarily bound his words and deeds with kinship and fetters, and with a weak concept of good and evil, he might not be able to stick to the correct bottom line.

That was once, and now is different.

From the standpoint of Mafia at the port, it is the so-called correctness to stain his hands with blood and blend into the darkness, and he will not feel disgusted by it.

It's not that I will abandon everything I used to, but since I chose to go retrograde together, it's okay to get my hands dirty a little bit.

He doesn't care.

As for the guilt of murder...

It might be a little bit if it was a manslaughter of innocent people, but let's forget about those people who are ambushing around and may rush to assassinate them at any time, his sympathy will not be so overflowing.

Maybe there was an accidental injury, such as killing the person who came to test from the Supernatural Secret Service Division, but it doesn't matter.

After all, the special agent department of this world is not the special agent department of his world.

Although there are some double standards, they cannot be compared with Mr. Zhi.

Mr. Ango, if it is difficult to do it, it will be more difficult. Anyway, he does not know the truth of the matter.

"There is no need to abide by the rules of spells. What do other people's thoughts have to do with me? Why should I say such useless things?"

Feng Xinzhi didn't care about this, his eyes were downcast, covering up the cool emotion slowly emerging in his eyes.

"But compared to this, I don't want to hear your ideas."

He glanced at the "Heavenly Demon" who gradually calmed down the energy fluctuations and continued to lurk in his left hand, and there was a bit of indifference in his voice.

"You won't forget how I came to this world, Mr. Magician."

Don't talk too much about the culprit.

Hearing his voice inadvertently revealing a little murderous intent, Kyogoku Xia Yan waved his hands with a smile, making a gesture of retreating and shutting up, not caring at all that he was being retorted.

Feng Xinzhi has no reason to keep him.

There is no way to separate him by ordinary means, but if he is not honest, maybe even if he wants to use such a thing, Feng Xinzhi will ruthlessly kick him out of his mind.

Hey, it's really embarrassing for his old man.

Kyogoku Natsuhiko sighed hypocritically, and sincerely hoped that he would be a little stronger in this world.

Even if they can't work together to abduct Feng Xinzhi, a good seed, they can always pass on some ideas of magicians.

Although he is no longer a human being, he still has a little bit of a dream. It is not impossible to cultivate a successor who surpasses himself if he works hard.

Countless demons and monsters are raging on this island country called Japan, how beautiful the scene of hell on earth should be.

His eyes were deep and deep, accumulating unparalleled pure evil thoughts.

It's a pity, it's not the time yet, now——

The shackles haven't been broken yet.

……

The forces of all parties who are intimidated by the people standing on the top floor of the port building, no matter how unwilling they are, can only clamp their tails and obediently bow their heads and pretend to be grandsons.

They unanimously held on to their intelligence officers, and forced them to ask why they didn't even know that there was such a scary person in port Mafia besides the gravity user.

The intelligence officer felt bitter and thought, even if he was forced to ask him like this, he couldn't conjure up the other party's information on the spot.

All the forces fell silent for a while, obviously planning not to take action easily until they found out the details of the opponent.

The spell agency stationed in Yokohama detected a strong wave of spell power, and the huge power, which was as dark as a dark cloud covering the sun, lasted for more than ten minutes before gradually dissipating.

The monitors felt that the situation was serious, and were about to report it quickly, but found that the place where the mana fluctuated was located in the headquarters building of Mafia, the port.

This……

Not many people know about the high-level tie-up between the Mafia port and the Conjuration Society, but it is by no means unheard of.

People with a little bit of family background who are concerned about the world of magic know that many high-level people are reclusive these days, and many even choose to thank guests behind closed doors.

But none of these can stop the infiltrators, and the black hands are getting more and more ruthless every time.

The death of one person may not cause much trouble, but the destruction of a family has caused panic in the magic circle, and it is the first time to face Mafia, a port where there is not much friction on weekdays.

They never expected that a Yakuza organization in Yokohama would have the power to easily destroy a family. Even the local police station chose not to accept this kind of massacre, because the struggle between magicians and people with supernatural powers is not under their control.

This kind of avoidance of talking about it and his demeanor made the high-level officials have to realize the deterrent power of the port Mafia, and they couldn't say a word about their collusion between officials and bandits.

Although the monitoring personnel stationed in Yokohama are a little happy to hear about the high-level misfortune, they still can't help being frightened by the terror of the Yakuza organization entrenched in the port.

After thinking about it for a short time, he sent out a message with super-level mana fluctuations as usual. Of course, he simply thought that it was already like this anyway, and things couldn't get worse.

Mafia at the port has already harvested a lot of high-level stubble, and the rest of the people are not afraid, but their attitudes are quite correct.

Didn't you see that the front foot just sent the criminal evidence of the high-level Mafia at the port to the government, and the whistleblowers on the back foot are either missing or dead?

Although this kind of behavior is no different from stomping the dignity of the magic world into the mud, but they don't have the means and ability to retaliate.

You've lost all your face, and you still care about being kicked a few more times?

Besides, didn't you see that Yu Sanjia was still sitting on the side, motionless?

Only by enduring the impulsiveness will there be a chance to get revenge.

Regarding the matter that had just been received about the strong super-level mana fluctuations in the Mafia headquarters at the port, the remaining high-level executives tacitly ignored it, not wanting to ask for trouble.

Rather than sending people there, it's better to expect the government to do something and work harder to clear up the relationship between the upper and lower levels. Maybe someone really wants to pursue those iron-proof evidence?

Wouldn't it save time and effort for them to reap the benefits of the fisherman when the government takes action?

The rest of the high-level people shrank their heads and thought like a tortoise.

Two days later.

Osamu Dazai, who noticed that the frequency of assassinations had dropped rapidly, shook his ears and became alert.

He quietly glanced at Feng Xinzhi, who was preparing afternoon tea for him, feeling a little bad.

Although this shows that the goose is very powerful, can you send a few more people who can withstand it to assassinate.

No matter how bad it is to post his reward on the world's underground exchange, there will definitely be a group of people flocking to it.

After all, his life should be very valuable, how can a dignified desperado want his life for nothing!

He didn't want Zhijun to feel that his safety was fine just in the past few days, and he didn't need to be by his side to protect him all day long.

Where are you, that nasty Russian?Why not send Gogol?Why not fool the "hound"?

Osamu Dazai appeared calm and calm on the surface, but he bit his handkerchief madly in his heart, feeling impotent and furious.

Damn, this is useless, what use is it to keep you? !

Somewhere in Tokyo.

In order not to be caught, Majin simply ran out of Yokohama controlled by Osamu Dazai, and hid in a random place in Tokyo.

Fyodor squatted quietly on the seat, biting his fingernails like a rodent, his red jelly-like eyes smudged with a coquettish purple.

He stared at the computer screen with various data jumping in front of him, and quickly obtained the information he wanted.

Yokohama Central Hospital...?

"I found the news. The super curse master Xia Youjie, who was apparently dead, is now in Yokohama."

A nearly holy smile appeared on Fyodor's delicate, sickly pale face, and his voice was transmitted to the other end of the signal line like a pious person reciting the Bible.

He said as if deliberately reminding.

"Remember the "restraint" we set, Mr. Unknown Curse Master. "

The other party cut off the connection signal with a promise, obviously not wanting to have too much contact with him.

Looking at the communicator whose signal was cut off and emitting a blind tone, Fyodor tapped the keyboard quickly with his fingertips, but unexpectedly failed to track the other party's positioning signal.

However, this does not prevent the sickly smile on his face from gradually expanding, and the purple pupils are full of various calculations.

He purposely didn't name the specific location, only throwing out the large-scale place name of Yokohama.

That unknown curse master, no, it's not sure if he is a human being, but let's just call him that, what will he do?

Break the shackles...

If he can't succeed, Dazai Osamu is not so easy to be killed, and he still needs to make some more preparations.

Fyodor turned his head slightly, looked at the old man in shabby kimono introduced by Ivan Goncharov, and showed a somewhat sincere expression.

Like a devil praying devoutly to God, but also like a saint who came out of sin.

He clasped his chin with his hands, and his tone was relaxed and joyful, as if he spoke from the bottom of his heart.

"Welcome to join, Mr. Wizard."