Has Mr. Zhongya changed back today?

Boom, boom, boom.

In the darkness, he vaguely heard his own heartbeat, beating fast.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned.

This guy's stomach hurts and hypoglycemia is fine, but he won't have a heart attack, right?

"It's okay." He moved unexpectedly gently, and untied her arms around his waist. "I just went over to have a look. You are here. If you find any problems, leave immediately and don't worry about me."

"……it is good."

Nishino Mizuho showed hesitation, but finally nodded, since she couldn't help, it would be nice if she didn't hold back.

The aging incandescent tube above the head gave off intermittent light, and a few moths bumped under the lamp.Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head to face her, moved his fingers lightly, and raised his hand unconsciously, as if he wanted to touch her head. He looked at the familiar face in front of him with a confused face, and suddenly "tsk".

"Let's go." He retracted his hand unnaturally, followed the direction where the shadow disappeared just now, and left quickly.

Mizuho Nishino:?

……

Apart from them, there are others in the abandoned factory.

There were traces of burning fuses and the smell of gunpowder on the smashed ceiling. The enemy detonated the bomb when the advance troops passed by, annihilating one-third of their troops.Some people were still alive under the rubble, and some of the remaining people stayed there to rescue, and the other part patrolled nearby.

He didn't bring anyone to help, and left the guards to her.

I hope nothing will happen to Nishino.

She is timid and timid, and she still can't use his abilities.

She shouldn't have been involved.

He sighed silently, then calmly stared at the dark place, the slightly helpless expression on his face disappeared instantly, and his eyes were as cold as a knife.

Let's settle things quickly.

The area was deliberately isolated during the construction of the factory, the doors and windows were closed, the air circulation was limited, and the dull and humid atmosphere spread throughout the space.

The enemy was in the dark and was familiar with the terrain. After the figure flashed past the collapsed place on the second floor, Mafia's people immediately chased after him, but they couldn't find any clues.

It's like a slippery loach.

At this time, Zhong Yuanzhong also saw the shadow on the wall swaying, as if the breeze was blowing through the curtain.

But he suddenly remembered that there is no wind here, and there is nothing light enough to blow up.

He immediately followed, and the black shadow seemed to be consciously trying to take him somewhere. When he reached the basement, Zhongyuan Zhong also looked coldly at the ghost that disappeared around the corner again, showing displeasure, and stopped in his tracks.

It was too far away from the support troops, and the silence was like lying in a grave.

It was clearly a trap.

He just didn't know that the enemy was catching him... No, it should be Nishino that Sombra wanted to catch?

After realizing this, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but frowned.

"After going around in circles for so long, haven't you done enough?" He put his hands in his pockets, his tone cold.

The corner was still silent, and where the incandescent lights couldn't reach, the shadows were like a thick black fog that couldn't be dispersed.

"help!"

What interrupted the confrontation was the knocking sound from the ground, as if someone was slapping the wall with steel pipes desperately, making noise so that people outside could hear it.

"Is there anyone outside? Help! There are people here and underground!"

The voice was still hoarse, hoarse.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that the voice seemed familiar, and he thought for a while: "Charlie?"

He glanced at the shadow again, seeing that the people behind the scenes were not planning to come out, so he found a secret passage leading to the ground nearby.

Inside was a dark room with sufficient lighting, tables and chairs, and a simple bed with paper and pens on the table. It seemed that Charlie had been locked up here for half a month after he disappeared.

Charlie was chained to the head of the bed, and he managed to spit out the cloth stuffed in his mouth. When he heard another explosion outside and the footsteps of more than one person, he felt that the opportunity had come and he called for help.

This French man who likes to dress up the most, his hairspray must be smeared shiny, and the French man who jumps his feet immediately with a little wrinkle in his suit, is particularly embarrassed at the moment.

He hadn't changed his clothes for several days. He was originally a light-colored suit, but the original color could no longer be seen. His hair was finally glued together without hairspray, and his body exuded a sour smell similar to fermented food.

Charlie's excited expression dimmed instantly when he saw the figure of a girl who was not tall and not strong at the entrance. He pulled himself together and asked, "Beauty, is there anyone else outside? Here, it's dangerous, help."

His Japanese is not very good, his accent is strange, and he utters a few words intermittently.

Nakahara also jumped off the ceiling and took out his gun.

"Why? Are you here to kill me too? I really don't know anything!" Charlie quickly raised his hand, "Why don't you go to a gem dealer? Or A? It is said that he has a big vault full of gems, he must I have what you want."

"I'll help you unlock the chain." Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at him strangely, raised his chin and pointed to the head of the bed, "Or do you want to carry this bed with you?"

"You scared me." Charlie breathed a sigh of relief, and he remembered another thing, "Wait, are you steady when you shoot? What if the stray bullet hits me?"

Before he could finish his sentence, gunshots rang out, and Zhong Yuanzhong also shot several times in the same place. The part of the iron chain tied to the head of the bed became hot. He put away the gun, stepped forward and pulled the chain, and the bullets The part that rubbed against the chain became extremely fragile and broke easily. Charlie froze for a moment, jumped up in joy, and was so excited that he wanted to hug him:

"Oh, good marksmanship! You're my luck."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

For some reason, he was a little too lazy to refute.He was smelled like a garbage dump on Charlie's body, so he avoided it in advance in disgust.

"You just said gemstones, what's going on with A?" Nakahara finally decided to ignore Charlie's address to him, and asked slightly raised eyebrows, "You're not just drawing pictures here?"

Charlie shrugged: "I also have drawings, my design is world-class. But they are still looking for something, I don't know what it is, they said, that thing will glow, yes, they also said it is called—"

His voice stopped abruptly. There was more than one entrance to the dark room. The enemy appeared from the hidden door behind Charlie and shot him dead.

It happened too suddenly, and it was too late when Nakahara reminded him. The bullet penetrated Charlie's vitals, and blood splattered everywhere.

Charlie's body fell forward due to the impact of the bullet, "Hey!" Nakahara Zhong also subconsciously reached out to catch it. Due to the mistake caused by this momentary contact, he suddenly had a splitting headache, as if someone had hit him from the back of the head. Sap, with severe pain and dizziness intertwined, he couldn't control himself and half-kneeled on the ground, propping his forehead with his hands.

A large amount of information was stuffed into his consciousness at once.

Disorganized and trivial.

There is a picture of Charlie receiving the award on the podium of an international event in a suit and leather shoes; there is a scene where he was framed for plagiarism and his reputation was discredited. At that time, the port Mafia extended a helping hand and clarified for him. The result of the transaction is that Charlie will work for Mafia from now on.

And a few weeks ago, in the twilight luxury store, the dispute between Charlie and the gentleman:

"You want me to use those cheap gems for my designs? No, that's not possible! My work is world class and you're insulting my work!"

"Cost saving? Why is there any need for port Mafia to save on this? Twilight's target customers are the elites of the upper class, and they don't lack money. I'm going to find Zhongya and confront him face to face."

"...Oh, that is to say, you want to get extra income without telling Mafia, gentleman, you are not short of money, why do you want to do this? I will not participate, Mafia will not let you go, you can ask for blessings."

Charlie spread his hands, not interested in the gentleman's share.

"It's not enough," the gentleman quietly watched him drink up the black tea, showing a hint of a smile, that smile was secretive and weird, with a condescending posture, as if looking at a stubborn fool, shaking his head and sighing, "The benefits offered by Mafia are not enough. less, but to achieve our goal, it is far from enough to be a dog wagging its tail at its owner and waiting for the owner to drop a little feed when he is in a good mood. Our goal is not just mere money, nor is it the right to operate a luxury store, even if this The store has become the top in the country, and it is just the icing on the cake for our real great cause."

The drug in the black tea started to take effect, and Charlie was confused when he heard something was wrong. He stood up abruptly and fell headlong into the cup and saucer. The remaining tea and porcelain swept the floor. He heard a gentleman's voice vaguely, and continued indifferently:

"Charlie, you have been in France for so many years, and even had the honor to design a jewelry necklace for the Queen of England. Haven't you heard of a gem called 'Pandora'?"

"That is a treasure of fantasy. It will allow me to stand above ordinary people, and I will no longer be afraid of those supernatural beings who just seized a moment of luck and think they are superior."

"How foolish, Charlie, to pass up the only chance to change such a sad fate so easily."

...This is Charlie's memory.

what happened?

Ability?who?Charlie?Or... her.

Zhongyuan Zhongye's eyes were black and white, extremely uncomfortable, worse than his hangover for several days and nights, he didn't shout, but gritted his teeth, and when he waited a bit better, a pair of leather shoes appeared in his lowered vision.

With the black muzzle pointed at the center of his brow, he slowly raised his head, the middle-aged man code-named "Gentleman" looked down on him kindly.

"Scared when I saw the corpse for the first time?" The gentleman sighed without looking at the corpse, "Mr. Chuya actually brought a little girl like you to such a dangerous place, it seems that he is quite confident in his own strength , should it be said that it is a gravity user?"

"Although I guessed that Mafia would not simply let this matter go, when one of the five major cadres defected and the situation was scattered, I thought it would be delayed for a few days. Mafia will react when we transfer Twilight's funds out. I didn't expect the plan to be exposed so quickly." The gentleman smiled pitifully, "I went to the abandoned factory to get the blueprints this morning, the woods were completely blocked, and I was wondering how to get out, so the lady sent it to the door by herself."

"I have already notified Zhongyuan Zhongya to come over. He seems to cherish you very much. If you want to live, just cry and beg him. If he is willing to let me go, you will be saved."

The gentleman's voice fell, and there were hurried and overlapping footsteps outside. The heavily armed Mafia members surrounded the place, and then the young man with orange hair and blue eyes walked in quickly.

His eyes quickly scanned the dark room, and immediately found Chuya Zhongyuan. Seeing that he was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Mizuho Nishino: How did you get arrested?

She asked with her eyes.

I have to say that she is quite capable of bluffing people when she has no expression on her face and does not speak.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little speechless. He didn't expect such a mistake. His subordinates misunderstood the order and acted spontaneously, trapping the mastermind here.

"Mr. Nakaya, do you like this little girl very much? Prepare a car and some weapons for me. After leaving Yokohama, I will return her to you unharmed." The gentleman's tone was very calm, he didn't seem like Being forced to the end of the road, he looked confident that he was sure that the Central Plains would agree to his conditions.

The time he has dealt with the gravity user is not short.

Zhongyuanzhong also values ​​friendship, and she is the first girl he brings with him, so it must be of great significance.

"What do you think?" Mizuho Nishino ignored the gentleman and stared intently at the woman with brown hair and green eyes.

"I—" Zhong Yuanzhong also slightly hooked his lips.

The gentleman suddenly realized that something was wrong. Before he could figure out the crux of the problem, his vision blurred, and then his wrist felt a broken pain, and the gun was snatched back by the hostage.

"You think I'm going to be threatened like this?"

The gun that Zhongya Nakahara had just held dropped in the stun, and was kicked to the corner by the gentleman.The gentleman did not expect that this seemingly weak woman was top-notch in terms of speed and skill in physical skills. When he reacted and touched the spare gun, the bullet pierced his shoulder, and the impact and pain made him lose his strength all at once. ability to resist.

"It's still the same, I like to keep a few spares on my body." Zhong Yuanzhong also said in anticipation.

At the same time that Zhongya Nakahara fired, his subordinates received a signal from Mizuho Nishino, rushed up and pressed the gentleman to the ground, and removed all the weapons on him.

"how do you know?"

The gentleman with his head pressed to the ground stared at the tea-haired woman, his voice hoarse in disbelief.

Zhong Yuanzhong also froze for a moment, he didn't expect to be asked this, looked at the gentleman, was silent for a while, then smiled:

"Of course Zhongyuan Zhongye said it." He spoke lazily and glanced at her.

Mizuho Nishino curled his lips knowingly.

Yes, Mr. Chuya himself was right.