Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

The young cadre candidate of the port mafia nodded, and entered the state of drama in seconds, leaping up from the ground with agility.

He took a deep breath, and easily switched his mode to Hei Shizai, his kite-colored pupils exuded a sinister look under the faint light.

A cold and ruthless aura spread from the boy's body, as if he was about to pull out a pistol in the next second, aim at the enemy and pull the trigger mercilessly.

That is the most suitable creature to inhabit in the dark.

Shuji Tsushima lowered his voice, his palm covered the center of the machine that was constantly flashing with strange light, his expression was extremely solemn.

"Extraordinary ability [disqualification in the world]!"

After the words fell, the power boosting machine, whose power was adjusted to the maximum, kept shaking.The internal parts creaked, and sparks flashed faintly, indicating that the body was approaching the limit, and the burnt smell of overload gradually permeated.

An invisible energy field erupted from the young man as the center, and spread rapidly to all places in the barrier.

The leaves rustled, and the affected birds ran away in all directions, panicking and trying to stay away from the area that made them feel threatened.

With the ability of full-level human dementia, people whose consciousness is still wandering in Huangquan Biliangsaka wake up.They were at a loss as to why they were wandering on the streets, but because they were used to the frightening life in this city, they subconsciously looked for a safe place.

Occasionally, a few people had the misfortune to encounter a tool man who died in a miserable state, and they were not too frightened because they had experienced the baptism of the Dragon Head War.

A crack appeared on the barrier at the top of the barrier, followed by a crackling sound.Like glass that is so fragile that it can be broken with just a light touch, this barrier made of supernatural powers collapsed and turned into nothingness.

The only barrier disappeared, and the vigilant military police and the people who had just recovered from dementia looked at each other in blank dismay.

Fyodor moved his eyes away from the screen of the drone connected to his mobile phone, looked at a certain bandage spirit who was obsessed with posing, and asked helplessly: "Is it necessary to read the name of the skill for passive abilities?"

"I want to play." Shuji Tsushima replied with curled lips.

"That should also be dementia in the world."

"I don't care, the official said that disqualification in the world is disqualification in the world." The boy stared at the machinery that had turned into a pile of sporadic fragments, and said childishly.

This power-amplifying machine located in Aoki's headquarters is too powerful, and it will cause disastrous consequences if it falls into the hands of any party, let alone Yokohama, where the three-hour concept has begun to bear fruit.

Now is the critical moment for the city to enter a stable stage, and this overweight bargaining chip should not be placed anywhere.

Destruction is the best option.

Returning to the sewer along the original road, Shuji Tsushima, led by his lover, avoided the search range of the military and police on the ground.He didn't dare to move too lightly in the slippery sewer, for fear that he would lose his footing and fall into the nearby sewage ditch. He muttered to himself while walking, "Do you want Mellas to play a game similar to human beings who have suffered a crushing defeat?" what~"

"I'm not afraid of being said to be joking about the disaster...but I guess people who have been infected with the poisonous mushroom debuff won't remember it at all."

Fyodor answered this question seriously, led the way through the sewers extending in all directions, and soon arrived under a manhole cover deep in the alley.

No one will notice if you leave here.

Realizing that they will be separated for a long time, Shuji Tsushima reluctantly grabbed his lover's cloak, shaking it back and forth as if acting like a baby, "We will be separated soon, give me a loving hug!"

Fyodor embraced the other party as promised, and gently kissed the corner of the other party's lips.

He rubbed his lover's smooth and fair cheeks, "Why don't I give you the hat."

Even though the flashing light in his eyes could not be concealed, the boy still resisted his disappointment, shook his head and refused, "No, the car will overturn."

He really wanted to hold Fyodor's body in his hand, but the script didn't allow it.

Before becoming a lover, the Russian teenager, who had been the mother of his own bandage, couldn't help but give a few more instructions to express his reluctance implicitly.

"Be careful on the way back. The government is surrounding this area now. You are still a wanted criminal on the surface. It is better not to bump into the military and police alone."

Tsujima Shuji waved his hand indifferently, "If you really bump into the farming chief, you will ask him to let you go."

Osamu Dazai is now the most closely related existence to Pandora's Actor. Considering various factors, it is impossible for the authorities to move him easily.

After all, it is about a certain transcendent standing on the opposite side of the world, so the Supernatural Secret Service Division is naturally extremely cautious.

"I'll be able to persecute Mr. Mori when I go back, I'm looking forward to it~" The boy in a black suit deliberately lifted up his windbreaker, even with an extremely cheerful tone, his exposed eyes gradually became dark.

He half-closed his eyelashes, and his dim pupils were like unfathomable whirlpools shrouded in thick fog, enough to capture the soul of anyone who looked at him.

"Fei Jia, do you think my eyes are deep enough to make people feel palpitations? Will Mr. Sen think that I will wipe his neck with a scalpel in the next second and usurp the throne?"

Fyodor looked back at him, thinking seriously for a while, "very tempting"

Shuji Tsushima: "..."

The young man blushed, muttered confusing sentences, and slowly covered his face with his free right hand, "Don't look at it with a lover filter!"

After the heat on his cheek subsided, Shuji Tsushima turned around and grabbed the long iron ladder leading to the exit of the well, murmuring in a dull voice, "It's almost time for me to go."

"Next time will be Mikhail's occasion." Fyodor reminded meaningfully.

It is also time for him to repay the price.

With one arm hanging, the boy who was struggling to climb up the escalator paused slightly, nodded slightly, and muttered to himself in an imperceptible voice.

"The next time we meet... I'm also looking forward to it."

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Finally, a certain gangster cadre reserve from the depths of the sewer stayed in the depths of the alley.Panting for breath, he struggled to shake his sore right arm, and then moved the manhole cover back to its original position with difficulty.

The well-made suit became a mess because it was almost buried alive, and it would take a lot of work to clean it.The sunlight scattered from the entrance of the alley was covered by a long shadow. Shuji Tsushima, who looked embarrassed, turned around and stared at the person not far away who had difficulty seeing his facial features clearly due to the backlight.

He sighed weakly, "Chuya, you are here."

As early as when the bomb was installed on the locomotive, Shuji Tsushima deliberately left a message, leading his partner to come here to wait.

Because his favorite locomotive was blown up, Nakahara Nakahara, who was in a bad mood and with a straight face, suppressed the anger that was about to explode. He glared fiercely at Shuji Tsushima, who had a miserable appearance, and asked in a low voice: "What the hell is going on?" what's going on?"

Now that the mission was over, he had enough time to hear the mackerel's reason for breaking up the group without saying hello.

Shuji Tsushima spread out his hands, posing in a helpless posture, and paused for a second unnaturally when the pain in his left arm was involved.

He spoke very fast and explained perfunctorily, "I was buried, I didn't die, I escaped, it's that simple."

Nakahara Chuya: "Smack you!"

"As you can see, it's all resolved. It doesn't matter what the process is." The injured boy pretended to be exhausted, and passed by his partner who was gradually pulling away at a superficial pace, with an attitude of not wanting to talk about it too much obvious.

"How could it be indifferent—?!"

"Really, I will write the report, and the little dwarf should stop talking about it."

Shuji Tsushima dragged his voice impatiently, and walked towards the mafia headquarters building at the port not far away.

"It's a power amplifier. There was originally a power crystal in Aoki that could kill people within the circle. It should be something left over from Bai Qilin. But it was useless later. It was other powers that were boosted. All the people in the barrier Everyone has been recruited, and anyone staying there is a burden."

The boy who was extremely uncooperative suddenly lowered his voice and explained lightly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Nakahara Chuya who was lost in thought, "Do you understand?"

Bai Qilin, that is, Shibusawa Ryuhiko's name during the Longtou War, was also the opponent in the battle that caused the two blacks to become famous.Only by moving him out can Shuji Tsushima explain where he got more information than Mori Ogai.

If the supernatural ability that causes people to die is really used in the state of being amplified, it is very likely to be affected if it stays in the enchantment at that time.

Only nullification can protect your own safety.

After understanding the intention of his partner to force him to leave, combined with the information disclosed by the other party, it is not difficult for Zhong Yuanzhong to deduce the "truth" of the matter.

"That is to say... it can be solved now because you have increased the disqualification in the world, which makes the barrier in this area disappear."

Tsujima Shuji nodded, "It's a pity that the power is too high. The amplifier was completely damaged after I used it. There is not even a scum left. Even if I take it back, I can't research anything."

With an indifferent demeanor, he once again returned to his previous attitude of being too aggressive, and complained in a high voice: "I don't want to be a slimy slug's nanny, super—I don't want to!"

The orange-haired boy gritted his teeth, and it was rare that he was not immediately irritated by his partner. His sapphire-like clear eyes stared at the gauze-covered side face of the other party, and his throat moved slightly.

"Hey, Dazai, you...forget it, I'm worried about what your mackerel is doing!"

After hesitating for a long time, he couldn't say it out, and Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered the brim of his hat a little irritably, "Anyway, go back and report to the boss, the boss already knows that you acted without authorization!"

"Yes Yes……"

All he got was a perfunctory answer from his partner.

So far, the development of Yokohama's power has been completely predicted by Mikhail, and even the dragon war that just ended was predicted.

If there is no accident, the port mafia will enter a period of stable development, completely control the dark world of the city in an unstoppable form, and become a so-called rule-making existence.

It is consistent with what the powerful but very gentle shop owner said.

The more this is the case, the more Zhongyuanzhong cares about the topic that Mikhail deliberately concealed at the beginning.

He once said that these remarks are suspected of sowing dissension, and it is not recommended to know it himself, and it will not have much impact on the development of the port mafia.

And during the battle between the shipyard and Lantang, was the figure I saw really just an illusion?

At that time, the fear shown by Dazai Osamu did not seem like an illusion.

If Mikhail really concealed his past of going to the shipyard, does it mean that the person who makes Osamu Dazai fear is the young man who is as gentle as an elder and treats himself as a dead son... …

Is it Mikhail?