I swept Yokohama with a vest

The heavy rain poured down, and the stagnant water reflected the colorful lights of the city and projected them onto the wet car windows. There was a certain quiet atmosphere in the car.

Michiko Oba sat by the window, and glanced out the window indifferently, not caring that she was being secretly scrutinized by the driver.

From time to time, the outside light would shine in through the car window, shining on her white blouse and red skirt, outlining blurred curves.

[Although in the reminder, the difficulty encountered by the two-page vest will increase, but that is just a routine reminder, in fact, it is only a little more difficult. ] The system began to cheer up the host on a daily basis.

In the end, even it believed it, and even said arrogantly: [Don't worry, don't be afraid, the task is very simple, so simple that it can be done with just a cat on the street. ]

Hatsuluno Chiko: ...

"The first time you said this to me, you just threw me on the battlefield." She said indifferently, even the corners of her blushing eyes became cold, "Then I died."

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It reluctantly held its respect: [Day, daily comfort. ]

Chu Luyezhizi didn't want to pay attention to it, and said succinctly: "Reminder."

When just jumping into the new vest, the system will not prompt the host and the vest's current detailed situation and tasks, and will only give information to the host after relying on this vest to gain a certain sense of existence.

But you can give an extremely brief reminder, anyway, the system and the host itself are a win-win cooperative relationship.

The system said: [The head of Mafia at the port sent someone to pick up Mori Ogai on Raibo Street. ]

This is a very normal thing. Every time Mori Ogai went to the Mafia headquarters in the port before, there were special personnel to pick him up.

What is abnormal is the current identity of Chulu Yezhiko, or, in other words, the identity of Oba Michiko.

What is shown in the background of the vest is that Michiko Oba is a person sent by the Magic High School to cooperate with Port Mafia, not the original subordinate of the leader of Port Mafia.

She had just taken the tram from Tokyo to Yokohama, and before she even had time to visit the headquarters of Mafia at the port, she was pulled to Radium Boulevard by a luxury black car.

So confident that he sent people from other forces to pick up his personal doctor...

Chu Luye Zhizi frowned, and asked, "Is the timeline on "Cherry" suspended?"

[The system extracts part of the subconscious mind of the host, and continues to push the timeline. ] The system quickly replied that ever since it met the pink horror star, it has developed a sense of fear of the timeline that it is very good at running around, and it usually doesn't mention it if it can.

Chu Luye Zhizi nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly withdrew his eyes from staring out the window casually, and said to the system: "The destination is here."

No one is more familiar with Radium Bowl Street than Chulu Yezhizi. When she was wearing the "Cherry" vest for a long time, she was familiar with the Radium Bowl Street.

It's almost time for Mori Ogai's unlicensed private clinic.

As soon as she finished speaking, the fast-moving vehicle slowly stopped listening. The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and said respectfully, "My lord, the destination has arrived."

No matter how delicate the port Mafia is now, although its leader has lost all IQ and sanity, the deterrent effect on subordinates and enemies is still enough for the time being.

No one wants to offend a madman, so even treating a gentle girl who is a complete stranger with the most respectful attitude is tolerable.

Chuluye Zhizi's eyes swayed slightly, turned to the driver, and entered the state the moment he collided with the other party's sight in the rearview mirror.

"Retrograde" is a vest dedicated to single-handed blasting of Dazai Osamu. She has excellent physical skills and firm goals, but Chulu Yezhizi did not set a personality, and chose the kind of person who is not fixed and can jump extremely in style.

She tilted her head slightly, and said casually: "Hey, is the leader really interested?"

The driver paused, subconsciously looked away, and his eyes fell on the control of the vehicle, where there was a monitor.

He heard the casual voice of the adult sitting in the back seat: "As soon as we arrive in Yokohama, it's too much to dispatch a private mission."

Even if she doesn't wear a school uniform, just look at her appearance and not her 1.7-meter height, Michiko Oba is at most 15 years old, and she is the kind of person who will be greeted by scouts on the road.

She looks too beautiful and too gentle, if placed in the dark night of Yokohama, she may not be safe for 10 minutes.

———If Mr. Driver hadn’t seen Michiko Ohba tenderly beating up the offender on the same tram when he went to pick him up.

By the way, the method of this weak girl's beating is to hit the opponent thirteen times in the air, and the offender didn't land from the first kick in the air to the last kick.

This is not the scariest thing. The scariest thing is that after the offender was finally allowed to land, Michiko Oba stepped on the back of the offender with straw sandals, and apologized to the people around her, feeling that she had disturbed everyone's public space.

At that time, the driver saw the end of the offender, and immediately forgave Michiko Oba deeply, and prayed deeply that the other party was definitely not the adult he wanted to pick up.

This is not an ordinary human, is it? This is definitely not an ordinary human. This guy must have been pushed out by Tokyo because he is too inhuman, right?

Must be! ! !

"I always feel that Mr. Driver is thinking about something impolite." A delicate fan slipped out of the sleeve of the white-haired girl's kimono, and she spread it slightly, gently covering her raised lips, revealing only her smiling eyes. outside.

The driver quickly regained consciousness from the fearful memories, and did not take any point that might poke the two lunatics, the leader and Oba Michiko, and said respectfully: "I'm really sorry."

After finishing speaking, the driver got out of the car first, opened a black umbrella in the heavy rain, and then walked to the back door. While bowing to open the rear door, he leaned the umbrella to the roof of the car to protect the adult from the heavy rain.

Michiko Oba glanced at him lightly and got out of the car.

According to the system, the task of gaining a sense of presence from a specific person is as simple as picking a cat from the street to do the task, which is actually true to a certain extent.

I'm afraid as long as you get to know specific people, you can gain a certain sense of existence, right?The amount of that presence is up for debate though.

"At the order of the leader, this subordinate has notified Dr. Sen in advance," Mr. Driver said in a respectful low voice, "Your Excellency can go back to the headquarters with him."

Currently, the interior of Port Mafia is in a state of high pressure. Everyone is tense and afraid of becoming an insignificant sacrifice in a delicate and violent situation, but Michiko Oba, who has just arrived in Yokohama, is obviously not among them.

There is madness hidden under her gentle appearance, and all the performances along the way can be called frivolous, even the delivery car of Mafia in the Shanghai port is an understatement, and she is not afraid of someone impersonating her.

This is absolute confidence in one's own strength.

Oba Michiko responded softly: "Yes."

Leaving aside her exquisite appearance for the time being, just mentioning her natural and leisurely temperament, a kind of image of a noble lady whose family has fallen and become decadent comes rushing to her face.

Like a sinful flower carelessly stretching its waist in the mud.

Mr. Driver just glanced at it, and a certain sound involuntarily echoed in his mind, the sound of the person who offended this weak noble lady being kicked in mid-air.

Thanks, sober.

Michiko Oba couldn't read minds, so she didn't notice it, and could only see a subtle expression on Mr. Driver's face.

She stepped lightly on the stagnant water, the wooden clogs made a crisp sound, and the white sleeves flicked lightly along the water droplets dripping from the edge of the umbrella, throwing the water out as they were, like a swallow shrouded in a black umbrella.

Radium Boulevard is a place where chaos and order coexist. The former is for the weak and the latter is for the strong. Michiko Oba is obviously the strong.

Mori Ogai is the private doctor of the head of Mafia at the port. Many people nearby know that he will be picked up by the Mafia at the port every time.

Every time this happens, the people nearby will avoid it tacitly, especially after the incident of the red-haired executioner, it is the consensus of this area to avoid people in the port of Mafia.

Even on the surface, Mori Ogai is a very kind doctor although he is unlicensed, but his personal hobbies are a bit strange. He likes to pick up children, and the children he picks up are hard to mess with.

The crisp and rhythmic footsteps were interrupted by another messy footsteps not far away. The driver turned his eyes away from the cuffs of the adult in front of him, looked up, and even raised his black umbrella.

Before that, the white-haired girl in kimono had already tilted her head slightly, looking over there casually.

The accumulated water on the ground was shaken into ripples layer by layer, and the smooth reflection on the water surface was also shattered.

A dozen men in black ran out from several alleys, their headsets flashed a faint red light, and they were obviously talking.

The moment they saw Michiko Oba, the men in black raised their guns and fired at the same time.

Huge and continuous piercing gunshots pierced the sky, and Michiko Oba reacted quickly, flashing several bullets one after another.

The blood stained the white kimono red, and the surrounding water was quickly stained with a layer of red, which continued to spread with the vibration of the ground, and then faded at the edge.

Chuluye Zhizi: ...?

The heavy rain fell in a mess, and Michiko Oba's field of vision was covered by large raindrops with distinct drops, and the surroundings were filled with a faint smell of blood and gunpowder smoke.

Her physical skills are very strong, especially in melee combat, even in the face of a hail of bullets, her body will subconsciously react, so she was not hit at all.

But there were too many wounds on her body, and the blood was gushing out rapidly. In at most 3 minutes, Michiko Oba would die from excessive blood loss.

The pain and coldness of being shot continued to emerge, and there was an increasingly intense feeling, she closed her eyes slightly, and said softly: "Surgical technique - under the blooming cherry blossom forest."

The negative emotions of the dying person multiplied, and the spell was out of control.

The blood that was almost integrated with the rainwater seemed to be activated and swam, like lightning that exploded, meandering and flashing out of the stagnant water, and within a few seconds caught up with the group of men in black, and then divided into countless strands , Wrapped around their ankles to their necks, and twisted.

The sound of heavy balls landing overlapped and swayed in the alley, and Michiko Oba stopped breathing.

Three seconds later, Chu Luye Zhizi broke free from his vest, and she glanced at the dim alley, unable to see clearly the heads rolling around and the blood that was scurrying out of control.

She said wearily: "It's just a little bit difficult?"

The system was also shocked by a series of developments, and was speechless.

The lady host squatted down and adjusted the whole skirt of her corpse, neatly and elegantly, turning the scene of bloody death into the scene of Snow White sleeping.

All the blood around had gone after the enemy, and there was only Mr. Driver's blood nearby. Chu Luye Zhizi didn't want to touch it, so he gave up his plan to draw a red apple for himself in a lack of interest, and opened his mouth coldly.

"So simple that it can be done with just a cat on the street?"

She went straight to the point: "Is the owner of this ordinary cat you assume is an ordinary classmate Qi Mu?"

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