Social terror players, forced to become king

As the weather gradually turned cold, Qi Gongcheng casually put on a piece of clothing and sat in the safe house belonging to the organization. On the desk in front of him were scattered piles of documents, all of which were things he was going to deal with recently.

The sudden death of the former leader, coupled with the need to change the organization, caused the players who usurped the throne to immediately bear an extremely heavy workload.

The hour hand turned little by little until one o'clock in the morning. The coffee in the young man's hand had already turned cold, and there was only the rustling sound of the pen between his fingers falling on the paper.

At this moment of silence, the wooden door was knocked suddenly.

Without waiting for Qi Gongcheng's words to agree, the visitor has already opened the whole door wide.

The new leader with silver-gray hair suddenly dodged to the side, and a bullet grazed his ear, leaving a circular deep hole on the bookshelf behind him.

After dodging and dodging, Qi Gongcheng had time to look at this unkind man.

The other party had black skin and blond hair, deep facial features, and was obviously of mixed race. He was looking at him with sharp eyes mixed with resentment.The blow that just opened the door was almost useless. If Qi Gongcheng hadn't dodged quickly, the game would have been over by now.

The name above the opponent's head is Bourbon (Rei Furutani (Toru Amuro)).

Qi Gongcheng was silent for a while.

——Well, the stacked brackets are very spiritual.

The two circled around in the room, and Toru Amuro set his sights on the young man.

Different from the indifferent and stiff reaction in memory, the other party's eyes looking over at this time are agile, revealing the most obvious wisdom.

After the miracle of the organization appeared, Toru Amuro took over the guardianship task of the other party.However, the child behaved like a machine, always passive in his reaction to the outside world.It was not until half a year ago that the other party first proposed to live outside the organization.

Now it seems that everyone has been deceived by him.

It was night, and for the first time, Toru Amuro had a clear view of this young man with a fatal face in the literal sense, who killed the leader of the organization at the young age.

"How many years have you been hiding?" asked the member of the organization who has a glorious experience outside and has risen to the police department.

The man squinted his eyes, trying to see through each other, but he could only see the youth's outstanding appearance and calm attitude.

"It wasn't a secret before." The player replied calmly. Of course, it was because of the system's automatic hosting. "It's just that I suddenly woke up recently."

"The organization has given you life, but why do you betray it?" Amuro Toru's purple-gray pupils shone with anger.

"Of course I am very grateful for this," the player half leaned on the bookshelf behind him, and for a while, he chanted in a language like poetry, "and from the moment Mr. Just swear, I will use my life to protect the glory of the organization."

"... Sweet talk." Toru Amuro stepped forward.

Qi Gongcheng raised his arm to block, and received the opponent's heavy blow, his soft silver-gray hair trembled slightly because of this.

The man turned over on the desk, pressing forward step by step, and various documents were flying all over the sky due to the movements of the two of them.

Qigong is sincere and fights and retreats.

The opponent's moves still made him feel the pressure. He only had less than two months of training in the high school. Even if his physical fitness kept up, he was still not as good as Bourbon, who had studied this field for many years.

Without noticing for a while, Qi Gongcheng was kicked in the shoulder by the opponent, showing a painful expression.

Once the flaws started to be exposed, the opponent ushered in a storm-like attack.

Qi Gongcheng gritted his teeth for a while, the moves and skills he could use, if he didn't check the person opposite, he might be gone.The night before when he killed the boss, Qin Jiu really showed mercy to him, otherwise he might lose within twenty moves.

However, Toru Amuro is a very useful subordinate. If he can win the opponent to his side, he can effectively consolidate his prestige in the organization.

In a hurry, Qi Gongcheng stepped on the document pages made of two folded papers, and fell backwards unexpectedly, with both hands subconsciously scratching, one hand tore down the curtain, and the other hand happened to catch Toru Amuro. neckline.

The blond man reacted quickly, and subconsciously wanted to push him away, but with the help of the moonlight, he caught a glimpse of the slight reflection of the tall building outside the window.

In the next second, he followed the young man's strength and threw him heavily to the ground together.

The gray gauze curtain was torn off with force, drawing a graceful arc in the air, covering the two of them as if in slow motion.

At the same time, the sound of glass shattering resounded crisply in the night, and the bullets from the sniper rifle broke through the glass without any hindrance, leaving holes on the ground that emitted slight smoke.

Broken silicon dioxide fragments fell on the floor and the covering curtains one after another, making crisp or dull sounds, as if some kind of symphony suddenly started.

Under the curtain, there are two people separated by a quiet space.

Amuro looked down at the player who was crushed to the ground by him, one of his hands was pressed against the opponent's ear, and the other hand was taking out another gun hidden behind his waist from behind.

The young man with blue eyes was lying on the ground, his brows were slightly frowned, obviously the pain from his back hitting the ground.

Qi Gongcheng wanted to get up, but the other party held his shoulder.

"Don't move around." The man said, although his expression was still bored, he showed an astonishing calmness at this moment. "There should be snipers upstairs on the opposite side."

"Don't get up, go slowly to the window

"If it's a sniper, please ask him to shoot more accurately." Makoto Qigong said a sentence that seemed nonsensical to Bourbon.

"Hmph, if you are killed because of your stupidity, I will never save you." Bourbon stabbed.

"Anyway, I'm also the leader now, so pay attention to your attitude." Qi Gongcheng leaned against the window, grinning and rubbing the place where he was hit by the opponent just now and is still aching.

Bourbon ignored his gag, but held guns in both hands, squatted under the window sill, and slowly approached the window, apparently waiting for an opportunity.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Qi Gongcheng was not embarrassed, but took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and sent a text message at a very fast speed.

Just as he was putting away his things, Toru Amuro suddenly appeared at the window, shot in the direction outside, and then returned to the cover of the wall again.

"I bet a bowl of oden that the person who came to assassinate me was sent by Rum." Makoto Qigong raised an index finger and said solemnly. At this time, he was bare-handed, obviously without any weapons on his body.

"You're so confident, I won't kill you?" Toru Amuro squeezed out the words between his lips and teeth.

"Of course it's not self-confidence. Rather, Bourbon, who has always put the organization's interests first, will definitely not kill the new leader of the organization who appeared here with the boss's succession letter." Regarding the possible crisis outside, Seven Gong Cheng put on an attitude as if he was chatting, "If I die, the organization that has already experienced a shock will inevitably have another huge turmoil."

"At that time, members will compete for power and profit among themselves. Under the chaotic situation, it is not impossible for the organization to be wiped out by the police."

As the player narrated, Toru Amuro looked at him more and more terrifyingly.

"Don't look at me like that, you already know what I'm talking about is the truth." Makoto Qigong said lightly, "I think you don't want to see that old guy Rum come to power, so follow me Wouldn't it be nice to build an organization together?"

Players draw pies.

Amuro Toru, who was standing beside him, looked cloudy and uncertain for a moment.

After a while, he said, "I won't stand on Rum's side, but I will keep an eye on you if you can assume the ability and responsibility of the leader of the organization."

"Welcome to the supervisor." Qi Gongcheng stretched his waist, and the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated.

After he clicked on it, he showed a smile that made the whole destroyed room glow, even Toru Amuro was in a trance for a while.

"Gin has eliminated the threat from the outside." Makoto Qigong stood up, walked unobstructed in front of the stage where the window had been broken, and looked up at the building 500 meters away. Let's see, Bourbon will stay in the Metropolitan Police Department."

Bourbon didn't answer, but the player assumed he was the default.

"Perhaps there is some information that you would be interested in." Nanakiya Makoto said, "Someone saw that Akai Shuichi once appeared in the area of ​​Mihuacho in Tokyo."

"That man?" Sure enough, Toru Amuro was immediately attracted.

"You can check in that direction. The FBI's activities here are obviously aimed at dealing with organizations. It is best to drive them back to the United States." Qi Gongcheng said, "In your capacity, it should not be difficult to deport them. .”

"It's been a long time since." Bourbon showed a bloodthirsty smile in excitement, "It used to be rye."

"When the organization is still in turmoil, it's important not to cause extra problems, just minimize the impact." The player looked at him and asked with some concern.

After all, Edogawa Conan and the others are in the area of ​​Mihua Town. With Bourbon's ability, if they meet and see through them, Kudo Shinichi will be cold.

There was no sound outside the door, but Qi Gongcheng turned his head as if feeling something, and raised his voice: "Qin Jiu, come in."

The door opened with a sound, and the man in a black coat had long silver hair like moonlight, and the top hat on his head made him even taller.

The man glanced at Bourbon indifferently, and walked in with long legs.

Before Qi Gongcheng could open his mouth to ask, Qin Jiuhui reported: "On the fifteenth floor opposite, two snipers appeared there, one of them committed suicide, and the other had his limbs broken by me. trial."

"Yeah." Nanakiya Makoto said, "Let other people do the follow-up." He glanced at Toru Amuro, and the meaning was obvious.

"You have to fly abroad tomorrow, so you'd better rest early." He said to Gin.

The silver-haired killer raised his eyebrows, glanced at Bourbon, and then nodded slightly.

The whole room was in a mess, and various papers were scattered all over the place. Fortunately, the most important documents were processed by Cheng Qigong in advance.

"You," Makoto Qigong suddenly pointed at Toru Amuro, "Come here and help me tidy up."

After all, things were messed up by them fighting, so naturally they need the culprit to sort them out.

After Qin Jiu left, the two of them picked up the papers on the floor and tidied them up. Makoto Qigong said again: "If the captured prisoner reveals that it was Rum's assignment, then you owe me a bowl of oden."

Bourbon, who was aligning a stack of papers on the table, slowly made a question mark.

"When am I going to bet with you?"

"You didn't say anything at the time, so I'll take it as your acquiescence." The new leader showed a sly expression that had never appeared in his memory.

Toru Amuro was silent for a while, it was not an excessive request, so he agreed casually.

After half an hour.

Nangong Makoto, who stayed alone in the room to process documents again, received a call from Gojo Satoru.

"Moses, is it Cheng Jiang?" The other party's voice was as jumpy and relaxed as ever.

"it's me."

"I heard that Cheng-chan asked for leave for three days. As a teacher, of course I have to ask the students how they are doing." Wujo Wu tilted his head and leaned on his shoulders to stabilize the phone. Both hands were swept out of the store by him. Two big bags of dessert.

"Mr. Wujo, can I ask you to take a look at the current time?"

"Huh?" Teacher Baimao's voice was full of doubts.

"Three o'clock in the morning." Qi Gongcheng sighed, thanks to himself staying up late.

"Tomorrow, I will definitely go to class tomorrow." He promised.