Experience in building a branch of Crab Castle King in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang

Taketori Che rode back to the convoy. This time, his subordinates respectfully made way for her.

The girl came to the car in the middle of the convoy, and the window slid down, revealing the impatient and beautiful face of Takako Nakahara inside.

"Get in the car!" He half pushed open the car door, meaning that Taketori Che would no longer have to ride a horse, but return to the normal mode of transportation.

Taketori Che was slightly taken aback, and was about to say that he could persist all the way to the airport, when Takako Nakahara seemed to have sensed her thoughts, and became more and more impatient: "The Knights of Virtue are the biggest BOSS since this journey! You have defeated them, and the next thing that stands in your way will be trash fish! You don’t need to do anything, your subordinates will be able to deal with it directly!”

After a pause, Takako Nakahara looked at her meaningfully: "Taketori, you are not fighting alone."

Is it true that the firepower index of the entire convoy is a display?

The reason why she was asked to open the way before was because she wanted this unstoppable aura to deter internal and external enemies. Now that even the most difficult obstacles have been knocked down, why bother with the remaining rotten fish and rotten shrimp?

The strong should also have their own dignity, if all cats and dogs are shot by themselves, what is the use of the subordinates?

Of course, the most important thing is that Taketori Che's physical condition is obviously not very good at this time. Didn't you see that the wound on her face is so obvious, and the white shirt close to her body is also soaked with blood?

The mixed-race girl understood what he meant, and also heard that Miss Takako cared about herself because of her arrogant nature, and a shy smile suddenly appeared on her face... just watching her sit down on the horse The black war horse with the blue will-o'-the-wisp and the bone gun held upside down in his hand, presumably no one would dare to regard this smile as a symbol of weakness and helplessness.

"Okay then." She got off the horse, touched Mr. Puff, who was still emitting high-temperature steam to dissipate heat, and said kindly, "I've worked hard on you today, so go back first."

"Hey." The blue flame eyes of the black war horse stared at her, telling her to treat herself to the agreed ice cream hot pot the next time she summoned her...

Taketori Che was particularly straightforward: "No problem."

Wouldn't it be great to bring a little penguin jellybean and a tiger snail by the way, and all four of my own cute creatures to have a feast together?

So Teacher Puff, who got the promise, happily went to hell.

Taketori waved his hand, dispelling the gun of life pain that he had been clutching in his hand all this time, leaving only the Hikari Knife, which was not equipment but an antique, still hanging on his waist, bent down and got into the room where Takako Nakahara was. inside the car.

In this way, the black convoy continued to move forward, towards the airport.

Sitting in the car, Taketori Che opened the hidden compartment in the car familiarly, pulled out a silver-white medicine box from inside, and took out a palm-sized cosmetic mirror from the box and threw it to Takako Nakahara: " Help me get it."

"Is this your attitude of begging for help?" Takako Nakahara replied angrily, but he still helped her to hold up the small mirror with her hand to treat the wound on her face.After holding it up for a few seconds, he suddenly realized that he was a powerful supernatural user, so he simply let go of his hand and hung it down. However, the mirror was still quietly floating in mid-air under the influence of [gravity] supernatural power.

It's really convenient at home.

Seeing the little mixed-race girl concentrate on removing debris from the wound on her own face, disinfecting and sterilizing, and spraying medicine with hemostatic gel, our dear Miss Takako started her traditional performing arts [wrong mouth He sneered heartily: "Looking at your attitude of not wanting to get off the horse just now, are you also afraid of disfigurement?"

"Nonsense, which girl is not afraid?" Taketori Che rolled his eyes, "But even if it is really disfigured, I am not afraid, because I alone know more than three healing people who can live and die. One bid is expensive, and I don’t want to find them if it’s not possible.”

Takako Nakahara, who felt that he was being compared, was a very competitive person, and immediately snorted coldly: "If nothing else, I knew there was one in Yokohama."

Taketori Che was stunned, very curious: "Who is it?"

"It seems to be a guy named [Angel of Death], but it's just a rumor, and no one knows if this doctor is really in Yokohama."

"It sounds like a horrible doctor wielding a sickle to harvest people's lives, the kind who will kill you if you don't give money." Taketori stroked his chin and thought, "If it's really a kind and good doctor, such as the European [ Emerald Olive Leaf] Childe Hall or America’s [Health Designation] Tom William Lees, even ordinary people who don’t know the market of supernatural beings will have heard of the famous names of these two doctors in the industry. So, Miss Takako, you The [Angel of Death] you mentioned probably isn’t a good doctor in the traditional sense, right?”

"Maybe." Takako Zhongyuan shrugged indifferently, "Anyway, it's all about catching wind and shadows."

Taketori Che smiled, feeling that the gel on the wound should have dried up: "I thought our port mafia would capture all the supernatural beings in Yokohama."

"Qing... Chief Dazai really has this plan. He seems to be able to predict where or when there will be prey worthy of Hong Kong gangsters, and then arrange suitable people to dispatch to win the victory. But no one knows that crazy person every day What are you thinking?"

Taketori Che blinked, seeing what Nakahara Takako said, Dazai Osamu was like a master of strategy games with extremely rich experience in games.Whether it is the overall situation or the micro-management tactics, it is worthy of others to say that it is awesome.

and many more!

So when I first came to Yokohama, I pretended to be an undercover agent and sneaked into Hong Kong gangsters and caused a series of disturbances. Is it also within your plan, the boss?

Taketori Che, who was thinking about it with horror, gasped. This kid is so terrifying that he must not stay... No, the people sitting in this car today are not all using practical actions to protect that leisurely and nasty guy?

What is this called "absolutely not to stay"!Wouldn't it be nice to just say it's "community animals risking their lives to work overtime"!

And just when she was thinking about this question, there really appeared in front of her a road blocker who was not afraid of death.However, under the suppression of the indiscriminate firepower of the convoy, they still crossed the checkpoint without any risk.

Takako Nakahara looked at the traces of bullets on the shells of the vehicles on both sides. As a car lover, the maintenance costs and damage of these cars made him feel a little distressed.Even if it is repaired at public expense, it will be enough to make him extremely unhappy.

"I think it is illegal for private individuals to set up toll barriers on expressways, and our country's traffic law also expressly stipulates that this is prohibited." Ms. Guizi said solemnly, "I will let the police take them back from these law-breaking people. illegal gains."

God damn illegal income, people blocking the road is not to collect money at all, but to kill you, okay?

But what Takako Nakahara said made the mixed-race girl particularly agree, no matter what crimes the enemy is charged with, anyway, it is right to label them as "illegal gains" first, and then squeeze all the money out of their bone marrow, which is the real business!Speaking of which, the price of buying and selling human organs on the black market seems to be quite high. I don’t know if the price will be higher if it is wholesale...

"What you said is very true!" Taketori Che nodded repeatedly.

It is everyone's responsibility to persecute the evil forces, not to mention making money from the evil forces, it is best to get a little more, and then give it to yourself... Hehe!

The two ruthless beautiful girls looked at each other in the car, and finally let out a tacit laughter between sisters.

By that time.

Miss Takako buys wine and cars, Taketori draws cards to play with abilities, Osamu Dazai has money to give bonuses to reward his subordinates, everyone can live a happy life, and everyone will have a bright future.

What?enemy?

The kind of ashes that have turned into residues to light up the light, please throw them into the trash can, thank you.

Not far away, the appearance of the huge Yokohama Haneda Airport has appeared in front of everyone.It seems that this thrilling send-off is about to come to an end.

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……

At this moment, the black-haired young man who had been sitting in the chief's office for a long time finally stood up, the black overcoat hanging down his shoulders.

Osamu Dazai picked up the intercom, and said casually to the other end of the phone: "Start to act."

"Yes, Lord Chief!"

With his order, the violent machine of the port mafia, which had been ready to go for a long time and was almost impatient, was fully operational.

They scattered and rushed around the city in an organized and large-scale manner, rushing into those dark sewers, abandoned factories, and remote huts with extremely accurate information, and then bursts of fierce firefights and fighting resounded all over the city.

——The underground beast that had been silent for half a month suddenly opened its eyes, staring ferociously at the dark hunters who wanted to hunt their own heads.

Even though it was broad daylight, the police and officials in Yokohama acted like old men and women walking in a park. They had little interest in solving those explosive shootings. They would only call the police reluctantly when it involved calls from the public for help. .

No wonder the previous mayor of Yokohama, who was arrested for corruption, once angrily declared: "This is a city ruled by the port mafia! It's a country within a country!"

Alas, no one wants to make it like this.

If you can live and work in peace and contentment reasonably and legally, and make a fortune, who likes to fight with people with rifles and bazookas?

He Dazai didn't want to do that either.

Hanging himself for nothing, dating a beautiful woman to die in love, stealing famous wine and car keys from a slug, saving the world by the way... Who doesn't like this kind of lazy life?

But there is no way.

When he picked up the artifact called "Book" with his own hands as a young man, the path and fate that Dazai Osamu walked in this life were doomed.The current him is just faithfully implementing the methods and paths in the "book" that affect the fate of the entire world.

...About that, the person who must be saved, and the necessary measures to continue the world where he exists.

"In the next few years, Yokohama will become a forbidden place in the mouth of the mercenaries. Any outsider who wants to step into this city with malicious intentions will consider the price of doing so."

The young man with slightly curly black hair stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the increasingly fierce sunlight outside, as well as the killing and violence that daylight could not block.

"For the mercenaries who stay in the forbidden area, only one is enough."

Only one.

strongest.

Like the king of monsters.

Use blood and battles as proof of coronation.

Then protect him.

Escort for his dream.

Until that last moment of freedom comes.

At that time... everyone will have a different future.

Osamu Dazai was smiling, looking at the port city he loved so much as usual.