put on my white vest

The next day's holiday was gratifying and passed normally, Tokyo Tower, Sensoji Temple, Hamari Palace, Ueno Park...

Nothing that Tokyo should have in the original world is missing in this Two-dimensional world. If it wasn’t for the time, Lian Tsurukawa even wanted to go to Disneyland.

Anyway, the two big men with gin and vodka went to the amusement park to ride the roller coaster together.

For the sake of his own image, Lian Hechuan finally gave up on this tempting idea, so...

In a blink of an eye, he ran to Akihabara, an otaku paradise in the Shitaya area of ​​Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo.

Akihabara is an electrical street that keeps up with the cutting-edge industries of the times. The shops here first supply TVs and refrigerators in large quantities, and then VCRs and game consoles.

In the 21st century, electronic product stores, model toy stores, animation product stores and theme cafes coexist here side by side, and new office and retail store complexes have gradually sprung up.

But please put away your thoughts about twintails, maids, and cat-eared girls.

Lian Hechuan was a white-haired man when he was alive, and his two-dimensional "wives" are all kawaii white-haired. Although he is also a beautiful silver-haired man now, this does not prevent him from holding a glance Go to Akihabara to find out.

Then......

Mind broke.

As expected of a world where there is no Fukuzawa Yukichi on the banknotes, none of the wives he should have exists, the world...

Apart from those writers in Yokohama, the characters he is familiar with are only his own shell gin.

Lian Hechuan: Embracing and weeping.JPG

But the human design still cannot collapse.

Akihabara made a fortune selling electrical appliances, only to see the unchanging mafia with hands in their pockets and eyes fixed, walking into the electrical appliance store with a cold attitude and ordering a lot of unnamed electronic equipment.

By the way, this shop was originally a famous black shop on the road, and his original intention of coming to Akihabara was really just to take a look.

#Forcibly pulling respect#

Leaving Tokyo, when returning to the office early the next morning, I happened to meet Ango Sakaguchi who also came back from vacation. He had a heavy face, and when he saw gin, he seemed a little concealed.

This kid is probably thinking about his precarious undercover identity.

No, actually you never put on a vest in the first place...

The battle for leadership continues.

But the daily life of the silver-haired cadre is still the same tasks and paperwork. If he hadn't been tried to rob by the crazy gang/gang when he performed the assassination mission alone for the seventh time, he would have forgotten that he is now in a period of great chaos.

Beat the guy with the knife like he was threatening him to hand over his wallet, and when he looked up, he saw——

Between 175 and 180 centimeters, white and red eyes, different from the silver length of gin, this guy's white hair curls outward very unconvincingly, looking like a long-haired sheep from a distance.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

Has it finally appeared...the mastermind of the leading struggle, the collector of superpowers.

That also means that the '88 days with the highest number of deaths in the history of the Yokohama Mafia/Mobile Party' is finally coming to an end, and the rest is Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya teaming up to overthrow Shibusawa Ryuhiko.

No, I remember before that...

"Buzzing—"

The mobile phone of the silver-haired cadre began to vibrate wildly, and when he answered the phone, Ango Sakaguchi said in a hurry: "Gin-san, one of the cadres, 'Da Zuo', was just confirmed to be assassinated in his private villa... ..."

Sure enough, Bai Qilin Shibusawa Ryuhiko was another guy who came to stir up trouble.

After hanging up the phone, the silver-haired killer extinguished the cigarette in his hand, stood up and confronted the white-haired man in front of him at some point.

"You did what you did, sir."

"How did you find out, maybe I'm just a passer-by, isn't it?"

"Ah."

The Hong Kong/black cadre who had already raised his gun sneered, and he raised his gun/mouth to the enemy's forehead: "Civilians will not take the initiative to join in the bloody alley, and you still smell of the mud of the chief .”

Da Zuo's special ability is to liquefy the ground and manipulate it to fight. When using it on flat ground, it will always smell of grass and dew, and his private villa happens to have a large garden.

"As expected of the silver bullet, it's really sharp. Unfortunately, I still have things to do, so I can't waste my time today."

He glanced at the stern, silver-haired killer regretfully, then turned his steps and started to leave.

□□Exploded, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's voice came: "Then, let's leave first."

Qin Jiu held his gun and did not move for a long time. On the surface, he did not have any information about this white-haired man. A mature assassin would not choose to chase after him.

But with that disgusting gaze, is he treating himself as a weak prey...

The killer pulled out a bloodthirsty smile, it is not certain who will be the prey.

That being said, the next time he gets involved with Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, the time has already been drawn to the second day of the leading struggle No.70.

—in a rather grandiose and tragic way.

At that time, the whole of Yokohama fell into madness, and no one could survive alone in this swamp.

That night, the Port Mafia/Hand/Party Building issued an unprecedentedly horrific alarm. The sound of explosions and screams continued, rubble fell, and wall paintings collapsed. The whole building began to tremble from the bottom and gradually expanded to the top of the dome Down.

Except for Osamu Dazai and his team who were on mission, all members were leaving this most important stronghold, but they still suffered heavy losses.

The silver-haired killer is assisting the leader to quickly collect the documents. This explosion/explosion against the port/black/hand party is undoubtedly the work of Bai Qilin. They need to take away the records of the port/black abilities before they are burned into coke. Valuable document of information.

"Boss, the inventory is over there too."

"Very well, let's go, Mr. Gin."

The heavy safe was handed over to Nakahara Chuya, and the leader quickly evacuated under the escort of Ozaki Hongye and Gin.

The entire building was in a rare dead silence. The broken fluorescent lamps cast shadows that were uncertain. Handbags, potted plants, folders, and keyboards were scattered all over the floor, and bloody footprints stepped on the previously clean and clean floor.

Everyone stood on the ground and witnessed the collapse of the Hong Kong/Black Building.

The next day, news came from the crude Hong Kong/Black temporary stronghold that the quasi-cadre Osamu Dazai disappeared.

So far, all other large organizations except the port black/hand/party have been wiped out.

But the lone survivor also lost his proud building, which will take a lot of work to rebuild.

This time... it was a real loss.

From the next day, the assassination mission of the Silver Bullet was suspended. The most important thing now is to recover the secondary documents in the ruins of the building, contact the reconstruction work of the headquarters, and protect the safety of the leader Mori Ogai.

The black-haired leader with white gloves put his guards last. He needs to send everyone to where they are most needed. Alice, who used to be noisy in the past, is by his side at any time. Only vigilance and killing intent remain - this is the initial appearance of the supernatural ability [VitaSexualis].

The silver-haired killer pursed his lips and signaled the engineering team to dig up the cement slab at his feet, where a green spot that was about to fade was buried.

He knew this person, a civilian in the Assassination Department, a middle-aged man with average appearance, experience, and abilities, and he respectfully called him 'Master' every time.

There was no time left for him to sigh. After the rescued trapped people thanked their superiors in a weak tone, the silver-haired cadre continued to walk around the ruins, pointing out the location of every possible survivor with a small map.

The leader fights against No.80 for seven days.

In the temporary base, Mori Ogai's face was very ugly.

Bai Qilin Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, he is a lunatic who does not play cards according to common sense. His arrival quickly intensified the irreconcilable contradictions and directly dragged Yokohama into the dark night.

Weapons/fighting, fighting/fire, massacre/killing, and vendetta/killing happen every day, which annoys the leader who is habitually in control of everything.

He spoke in a silent conference room: "As far as we are concerned, there are already some associate cadres to cadres whose whereabouts are unknown."

"So it's a pleasure to see you here, gentlemen."

The imposing leader looked at the sweaty head of the intelligence department, and his tone made people unable to hear the joy or anger.

"Is there any news?"

"...Yes, yes! There is news that Osamu Dazai is with Bai Qilin."

The leader rubbed his chin and murmured almost to himself: "Did he be robbed...or did he leave voluntarily? Dazai-kun."

No one dared to answer his question.

So the iron-haired cadre with silver hair could only resist the pressure and say, "Osamu Dazai bought a microscope before he left."

Sure enough, the bandage maniac not only showed the microscope to Gin Jiu in a slightly disobedient way, Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned slightly, apparently having received the same hint.

Guangjin Liulang took the microscope and smashed it, and the location of Bai Qilin was written in small characters inside. Nakahara Nakaya immediately looked at Mori Ogai, and immediately rushed to his motorcycle after getting a nod.

Six of his subordinates were captured by Shibusawa Tatsuhiko. As the boss, he is obliged to ensure the safety of his subordinates.

The angry and flamboyant motorcycle engine sounded outside the door, and Gin Jiu looked at the man hiding his anger inside the door.

Since the first floor tile in Yokohama was destroyed unplanned, the flames of anger gradually ignited, but Mori Ogai was still able to maintain his superficial calmness at this time.

"You should have guessed that this is the stage I prepared for the two of them."

"Yes."

But Mori Ogai did not expect that the mastermind behind the release of the 5000 billion inheritance rumors was Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, an uncontrollable paranoid, and this person was wantonly destroying the city in order to collect the so-called dazzling gems.

Originally, I wanted to use the initial rumors to rectify the forces, but I didn't expect that in the end...

Recalling the thick pile of death lists and the Hong Kong/Black Building that is being rebuilt, Mori Ogai's face is frighteningly gloomy.

"Go, Mr. Gin."

——Since you are confident, please treat that guy well for me.

Mori Ogai's gray-purple pupils were cool: "Tell Bai Qilin that Yokohama is not a place where he can act recklessly."

"I see."

The Porsche 356A also heard the sound of starting, stepped on the accelerator, and the silver-haired cadre rushed into the darkness, heading all the way to the white unicorn's stronghold!