Port Mafia fifth cadre

Akutagawa Ryunosuke spun around anxiously.

Ichiyo Higuchi was hesitant to speak, and he wanted to stop talking. When he watched the senior he admired turn to the No.30 circle, he couldn't help but said: "Senior Akutagawa, Chief Mori said to let the mafia stay at the headquarters, especially stranger……"

"... I will know."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke raised his hand and made a stop gesture, but his eyes, which were a circle larger than ordinary people, looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows persistently at the hazy fog shrouded in the distance, and murmured, "Mr. Dazai must be there."

Higuchi Ichiyo: "..."

Although he had no in-depth contact with the former defected cadre Dazai, Higuchi Ichiyo still wanted to complain: Why are you so sure, Akutagawa-senpai!Is it the rule that wherever major events occur in Yokohama, there will be Mr. Dazai?I didn't expect Mr. Dazai to be such a spectator.

Tachihara Michizo also looked nervously at the foggy place.

The information sent should have been seen by the captain and the others. It included every bit of his detection in Hong Kong, including the subtle connection between Hong Kong and the gang recently, and the possible abilities and personality traits of the high-level gangsters he came into contact with. ...and a recommendation to your boss.The boss seems to have defected, and he has no criminal record. It would be great if he could take this opportunity to become a real colleague.

...Although he knew that the possibility was very small, Michizo Tachihara still couldn't help but hope.

Unaware that his deputy is trying to find a new job for him, Kawakami Yuzu is still writing hard.

And Gogol obediently bid farewell to Fyodor.

If it is really a farewell.

Secret Service Section.Outside the underground confidential research room.corridor.

The Russian visitor wearing a soft white hat confronts the loli in a dark green military uniform. The former is unarmed but has a calm smile on his face; The members of the Secret Service led by Fyodor were already lying in a pool of blood.

Not long ago, when facing the hound, the member who was threatened to jump back weighed the pros and cons and wanted to make up for the crime, but when he thought he reached out unexpectedly and wanted to pinch the neck of the Russian visitor, he died miserably.

Hound Vice-captain Yeko Okura: "Death by contact? Is this your ability?"

"perhaps."

Fyodor didn't answer directly, and looked past Okura Yeko to the closed room behind her, "Can you please step aside, miss?"

Okura Yeko didn't move.

Her ability "breathing of the soul" can control the age of the person touched. This ability gives her a lot of convenience: no matter how powerful the enemy is now, when she becomes a baby or an old man , and become vulnerable.But if it's death by contact...

Contact is two-way.

No one knows whose supernatural ability will work first.

The situation was deadlocked for a while.

Fyodor is not in a hurry, his servant Ivan Goncharov will be here soon, and when he hears the sound of Ivan manipulating the earth and rocks, Fitzgerald and John will come as agreed; Don't worry, this is the Yokohama Headquarters of the Secret Service after all, and it's full of people from the brother departments. As long as time is long enough, she will have reinforcements.

This tacit agreement was quickly broken.

"Dang Dang Dang Dang!"

A slightly exaggerated voice sounded, and a young man wearing a top hat and a white cloak suddenly appeared beside them.

"Gogol?!"

Okura Yeko quickly matched up the visitor and the information.

"I've already got the 'book', so Fedya," Gogol bowed slightly, opened his wide cloak, and gently covered Fyodor with an operatic chant in his voice, " Elope with me~"

Ivan who just came over from the wall: "—Master!!"

The earth and rocks surged to make a blocking gesture, but it didn't help.

The figures of Gogol and Fyodor disappeared completely in the next second.

They appeared at the altar.

Things are more complicated here.

Maybe it was the attraction of energy, or maybe it was Bai Lan who was messing with something else, the dragon moved its huge body, and moved here like plowing the ground, liberated the barbaric Central Plains, and had lost its sanity as a human being, so it naturally followed the opponent, The three Hounds and the Detective Agency are also moving with the dragon, trying to help Zhongyuan Zhong, who is the main force, share some of the burden.

"Because the container is a human being after all, it won't last forever."

Former partner Dazai Osamu said so.

But it is easier said than done to make a quick decision.

Can't get in. Kunikida Doppo anxiously watched the battle in front of him. Although he felt evenly matched for the time being,... he couldn't help but shake his partner who wasn't in a hurry, "Dazai, think of a way!"

Osamu Dazai looked stunned.

Kunikida:? ?

Osamu Dazai moved his face and held his heart, and his eyes quickly moistened: "So Kunikida-kun, do you trust me so much? At this moment of crisis and life and death, you also believe that I can turn the tide?"

Kunikida heard this and wanted to hit someone.

He said violently: "Bastard Dazai, now is not the time to play tricks!" Barely controlling his anger, Kunikida lowered his voice, "I don't know what the light over there is, but it can attract dragons, so don't underestimate it—"

"Ah, don't worry about that."

The eyes of the kite were stained with mist in the night, Dazai Osamu's voice contained a bit of exclamation, "There are only people who are about to escape from this world over there."

Life is not free.

In the dream of this decaying world.

If so, then wake up——

leave this world.

With Bai Lan's ability, perhaps she can truly reach a completely different reality from the parallel world.

In addition, what conditions can impress Gogol who is pursuing freedom?

Osamu Dazai knew very well that for people like them, worldly power and power are irrelevant, only thoughts are the eternal paradise.Freedom is Gogol's deepest desire.

The young man with brown hair and kite eyes murmured lonely, "I'm a little envious."

Kunikida: "What?!"

Osamu Dazai changed his smiling face, "I just think Kunikida-kun will be very pleasantly surprised tonight."

It's frightening.

Under the orange beam of light that connects the sky and the earth, there are four people standing.

Kawakami, Bailan...how could they be with Fyodor Gogol?

Kunikida wisely kept silent.

The complexity of the situation is unexpected, and as Butei's next president, Kunikida will not be a mediocre person who draws his own conclusions based on what he sees, not to mention the teacher Fukuzawa and Captain Hound...

Fukuzawa Yukichi did intend to ask something.

But before the words were spoken here, Kawakami Yuzu looked at Dazai Osamu: "Dazai, can you help Chuya stop?" His tone seemed normal, and he explained, "We only need that dragon."

Kunikida finally couldn't hold back: "What are you going to do?"

"I want to elope~"

Gogol's voice sounded above his head, and the clown, fighting the danger of being obliterated by the black hole, sent Nakahara Chuya, who had lost his mind, from the dragon head to Osamu Dazai. Joy and joy, "My best friends and I~"

Osamu Dazai came into contact with Chuya Nakahara.

The exhausted orange-haired cadre fell to the ground, and no one could control the dragon. Fukuzawa Yukichi and Fukuchi Sakurachi tacitly joined forces to face the giant monster. At the same time, the orange beam of light was like a hunter's claws. With just a light sweep, the dragon It struggled violently as if it had been severely injured, but this could not stop its defeat.

No, that was a more terrifying sight.

In fantasy novels, the giant dragon that often serves as the final boss melts like a candle close to the sun. No matter how unwilling it is to roar, it is also disappeared in a short period of time——

Only a few bones belonging to the human Shibusawa Tatsuhiko remained, which fell from the sky.

The fog is dissipating.

At this point no one cares.

Bai Lan's eyebrows and eyes curved: "Shibusawa-kun is awesome! You actually replenished your energy by yourself!" Bai Lan stood on the altar, with huge wings made of flames suddenly appearing behind her, and her violet eyes stared at Kawakami Yuzu.He stretched out his hand, "Mr. Youyou, come with me."

Kunikida hesitated to speak.

Kawakami Yu calmly refused, "No."

Before Bai Lan continued to Amway, he mercilessly exposed the other party's background, curiously said: "When the instrument is made, it should be based on two people. Now there are three people, what are you going to do?"

Originally, it was ok to replace Kawakami Yuzu’s seat with Gogol, but Gogol suddenly wanted to bring Fyodor with him...

Just overloaded.

Because it needs too much energy, it is a theoretically feasible converter. If you do not drive safely, you may have an accident.

Before the words fell, the ground rumbled, and a giant made of rock emerged from Fyodor's feet and lifted him up. The kind Russian said regretfully, "In this case, I'd better quit."

"But I don't want to let go, Fei Jia~"

Gogol brought Fyodor back with a smile.

"Master!" This is Ivan who has the ability to manipulate earth and rocks.

"Of course a good friend is more important than a servant, isn't it Fedya?" This is Gogol who relies on teleportation to remain invincible.

Gee.

Osamu Dazai gloated.

This is a spectacle rarely seen in a hundred years, the famous scene of a demon overturning a car, and it is likely to never be seen again.

He would like to name it Robbery Marriage.

Osamu Dazai hypocritically voiced someone: "Why bother, twisted melons are not sweet, we won't have any results..."

The only Kunikida who can hear: "..."

Being glared at by his current partner, Osamu Dazai shut up and continued to watch.

Gogol's ability is too unsolvable, unless he encounters the same space system, or those who transcend, otherwise it is impossible to guard against.

Did Fyodor really want to be friends with Gogol?

Of course there are, but certainly not simple.

Faced with such variables that often have whimsical ideas and put them into action, ordinary people will stay away from them, but smart people, on the premise that they cannot be destroyed, it is an easy choice to make in front of them. ——Just to prevent backlash.

"This is Japan."

Fukuji Sakurachi said solemnly, her beard fluttering, "What are you doing in my Japan?"

The knife light flashed away.

Bai Lan in the beam of light was unscathed.

Bai Lan said quietly: "It's impossible for you to hurt me, Your Excellency Fudi." The young man with the crown tattoo lowered his eyes, and against the background of orange light and wings, his figure had a somewhat holy look, "At this moment, I In this world, and not in this world, time is running out—”

Like these words, Gogol has brought the reluctant Fyodor back to the altar.

Drop drop drop!

The simple overload reminder sounded, and the figures of the three disappeared along with the eye-catching beam of light. Just when the hounds were staring at the remaining Kawakami pomelo, an indigo mist gushed out instantly, covering the gradually thinning white mist, black and white. The boy with golden eyes and the altar-shaped instrument also disappeared before his eyes.

Illusion?

Obfuscation?

After the hounds and the fog dissipated, the military police and the Secret Service Division searched for a long time, but found no trace of the target.