put on my white vest

The confinement room for serious criminals of the Tokyo Supernatural Secret Service Division——

Bi Shuiliu looked expressionlessly at the doctors and nurses who put him on the ventilator and the electrocardiograph. The cold touch on his wrists was the characteristic handcuffs. The pale walls and flickering cameras showed his current situation.

——There is only a little strength left to maintain life, a poor worm like a bereaved dog.

The Green King, who had lost his power, smiled sarcastically, not knowing how long this power could last, and he didn't care about his own death at all.

However, the winner and the loser, he is not someone who can't afford to lose than Shuiliu.

dong dong dong-

The visitor who knocked on the door was just politely announcing his arrival, Tsurumaru Kuninaga said hello to the doctors and nurses who left after finishing their work, and dragged a stool to sit next to Hishiliu.

"Yo!"

"What are you doing, laughing at me, a loser?"

"If your purpose is to give human beings the power to fight against disasters,"

Tsurumaru pretended not to see the cold eyes of the other party: "That's almost done, my project team is taking over a batch of high-end technology design drawings, and the purpose is to share them with the world."

"What's the use of this?!"

After gasping for breath, Bi Shuiliu burst out with uncontrollable emotions: "What about outsiders, clan wars? What about the meteor crater that appeared in Kanagawa 14 years ago?! How many people will die under such persecution!! "

The contractor in the shell sternly retorted: "That's not the reason for you to interfere with their lives!"

"Imposing your wishful ideal country on everyone, what is the difference between this behavior and the inescapable disaster 14 years ago?!"

"They gained the power to fight against fate!"

"But the 'destiny' they want to fight against is the source of power that weighs on them, isn't it?"

But Bishuiliu's life is maintained by the slate, so it is impossible for him to make a decision to destroy the slab. For him, "liberation" is the only and only choice.

The contractor looked deeply into Bishuiliu's eyes: "The power comes from the Dresden stone slab. It is the blindness of the discoverers that makes them think they can control the power of the slate."

"But obviously, all the casualties caused by people with superpowers are telling the world that humans can't do it!

The fall of one of the seven king swords can cause the death of 70 people, and the power of the entire slate will be liberated... It is too early for human beings! ! "

"Children play with dangerous guns, and think that they are no different from toy models. Even if you can't control the owner of your king sword, how many people will die from the backlash brought by power?"

The white-haired young man shook his head: "It's not the Dresden Slate, but arrogance is the root of all tragedies!"

Green Sword's backstab was indeed more painful than water flow, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Then the function of a non-human like you is to come out after the tragedy to brag and be superior?!"

"I'm here to provide solutions."

The contractor from another world crossed his arms, leaned on the back of the chair and said coldly: "Replace the guns/weapons in the hands of young children with slingshots, so that they will not commit suicide by suicide and can effectively protect themselves. This is the method I proposed. "

Bi Shuiliu sat back to his original position silently. After experiencing Wang Jian's betrayal, he had to admit that there were big loopholes in his ideal.

Indeed... Humans standing at the top of the food chain have always been arrogant, and he inevitably has this shortcoming.

Tsurumaru didn't say anything more, he opened the door of the first room with his folding chair.

"By the way, the blueprint I provided contains the design of the mechanical heart."

"Hurt and take advantage of so many ordinary people and still want to die? Your 'former' colorless king next door told you that there is no such good thing."

The laboratory building of the Non-Time Academy——

"How is it, respect?" Anna threw herself into the arms of Zhou Fangzun who walked into the living room: "Are you healthy?"

Red King... The former Red King touched the little girl's head: "It's all right, don't worry, Anna."

Zhou Fangzun surrounded by Barbara, ten bunches of Duo Liang smiled and stuffed a bouquet of flowers into his arms: "Here, a gift for recovery! Even Guochang Road Yuqian is fine, our King's operation is really smooth !"

"That's great, now it's your daily life!"

Zhou Fangzun took a cigarette in his mouth and didn't light it: "It's not bad."

"Yes, we all live together in peace."

Kusanagi Izumo poked Zhou Fangzun's arm: "And after the government gave Zun a pennant, more people yearned for Barbara! 'King' SAMA?"

Zhou Fangzun's face darkened when he thought of the photo of Shabulaji holding the banner of "Being a Good Citizen" being hung up in the lobby on the first floor by the Fashiyuan.

I don't know who came up with this fairy idea, and he spent a long time entangled with Hui Wang not out of a sense of injustice, the official award made Zhou Fangzun feel uncomfortable.

Ignoring the teasing gazes of his younger brothers, Zhou Fangzun led Anna towards the gate with one hand in his pocket: "I'm going back, Barbara's work hasn't been finished yet."

Misaki Hatta was the first to respond, carrying his skateboard and ran out hurriedly, muttering, 'Go ahead! ''Make the monkey look good! 'These harsh words.

The strength of the current superpowers has been greatly weakened, but they are still a little bit stronger than ordinary people. Under the advice of Weitzman and Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Barbara accepted the cooperation of the government and is responsible for dealing with those who are inconvenient for Scrpter4 to come forward. trouble.

Kusanagi Izumo sighed, took out a notepad and assigned tasks: "Yata, you go here... Kamamoto you... Bando you and Akagi..."

"The rest of Anna," Kusanagi squatted down with sunglasses on: "Go to the supermarket with me, Zun and Tatara, and wait for everyone to go home, okay?"

Hearing 'home', Anna's eyes lit up visibly: "Huh!"

"Let's go!"

Unfortunately, Barbaro, who had just walked out of the Feishiyuan base, collided with Scepter4 at the gate.

Munakata Reisi put his hand on the hilt of the knife and raised his eyebrows: "Oh, you are really conscientious. But we have already solved the incident in the south of the city, so I won't bother you."

"What did you say?!"

Seeing Hatta Misaki's displeased face, Fushimi Saruko added fuel to the fire: "It's your problem, Mi↗sa↘ki, you're moving too slowly."

"Want to fight?!"

"No, just stating the facts."

"Tch, hypocritical guy."

"That's better than your violent impulsiveness."

The red group and the green group are still incompatible as always.

In the slogan of "NoBlood! NoBone! NoAsh!" and the low voice of "Draw the knife!"

They raised their arms in the sun, and life went on in the bright, sunny day.

Honmaru of the Time-Space Gap——

The tall young man with sleeveless rivets and red hair and tattoos slapped the game controller with a broken face: "I can't take it anymore, I have to break one with you today!!"

On the TV screen is the bright GAMEOVER, and Jin Jian, a middle-aged veteran cadre in strict clothes, pretends not to understand: "Well, what are you talking about?"

Chi Jian couldn't bear it anymore, and flung his teeth and claws at Jin: "You did it on purpose! Who knew you would be frightened by my roasted sweet potatoes when you go out in the middle of the night!!"

"Give me back the record of all customs clearance!"

The golden sword on the uncle's face was full of righteousness. With one hand, he smashed the green who was trying to sneak attack into the wooden floor, and with the other hand, he pushed away the weeping younger brother.

"Young people play too many video games and it's bad for their eyesight. I'm thinking of you. If you don't believe me, look at Tsurumaru Kuninaga. That guy's eyesight is as blind as a blind person at night."

The lady with long skirt and curly hair ignored the fight between the stinky brothers and straight men. She held her chin and looked at the vibrant flowers and trees in the courtyard, and decisively blocked herself by the annoying green sword, which was maddened by the golden light. Wang Yu.

Looking left and right, Qing Jian pushed his glasses and decided to remain neutral.

He stepped forward to persuade a fight, and just took a step forward——

Whoa!

A bag of flour fell from the sky.

The young man in a suit and glasses who was wrapped up like a polar bear had blue veins popping up on his forehead: "Tsurumaru Kuninaga! Come out for me!!"

The colorless lady who already got Tsurumaru ptsd raised her hand weakly: "Brother Qing, Tsurumaru-san said that he went to the present world to buy some snacks first, and he's not in Honmaru."

"What?! See if I don't settle accounts with him..."

"All right,"

Wearing a small foreign dress bought by Weitzman, Sister Loli said in her hair: "It's time soon, please be quiet!"

Everyone: ...One second is cute, sitting upright.

10 minutes later, Pippihe, who bought a large and small package of dim sum, pushed the door in: "Hey, everyone, I bought raw Yatsuhashi yokan and bean cakes, wagashi daifuku taiyaki, senbei mantou doro... .”

He looked confused: "What's wrong with you?"

All Wang Jian's staff looked serious, sitting on the tatami mat in the Japanese room with their hands folded and their chests calm.

The bad friend Chi didn't say a word, and pressed the inexplicable Tsurumaru on the seat with a stern face. His posture was like a gangster/society arresting someone and sinking into Tokyo Bay...

"Didn't you say tea in the afternoon..."

Tsurumaru's aura gradually diminished, today's flour bomb/bomb flashed in his mind, yesterday's wasabi toothpaste, the day before yesterday's soy sauce cola... The weak and pitiful prankster is like a quail who is at a loss.

Seven Wang Jians of different heights, shorts, fats and thins surrounded him in a circle, and after a strange silence...

Tsurumaru cautiously probed: "Is there anything I can help...?"

"We have something very serious to tell you, so don't be afraid when you hear it."

"I am Fu Sangshen, I will not be afraid."

"Well, this thing is—"

Under Pipihe's nervous eyes, Miss Baiyin suddenly covered his face with flower petals from the courtyard, and shouted: "Come and drink tea!"

Tsurumaru was startled by the attack on the head of the eldest sister, and the unlovable grandfather wore a man-made version of Sakura Fubuki, and he sighed while holding his forehead in the eyes of his friends who said "it's finally turned into you"——

"Yeah, ah, I'm scared, I'm scared..."

The room is full of positive energy and laughter (not really), take a bite of the sweet bean paste, drink a sip of ice-cold soda, the afternoon of Honmaru is a warm and peaceful family.

Um......

Except for the green who was once again sanctioned by the gold, who tried to beat the opponent.

Sister Baiyin couldn't help laughing while holding the yokan in her mouth. She plans to share her colorful daily life with them next time she sees Weitzman, the little black dog and the cat.

The lives of the Wang Jians started from the small Honmaru and under the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard.