My brother is not a good person

Catching the first bus, Zhongyuan Zhong also sent Laisha away.

After confirming that the other party had safely arrived at Alyssa Huiba's home, he launched a carpet search for the mimic.

mimic did leave the location and time of the appointment in the letter.

But who wants to listen to these bastards?

They were the first to break the rules, and he was just paying back.

Although it has only been more than seven months since Osamu Dazai took over as the leader, the port mafia has already become a shadow enough to hang over the city.

Ghosts who cannot see light have nowhere to hide in the dark.

Before the start of the Tokyo race, Nakahara finally got the suspected address of the mimic stronghold.

It was an abandoned bungalow on the outskirts of the city.

Judging from the information obtained, all mimic members, including ordinary members, should be there.

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't bring anyone with him.

This is something he should do alone, both professionally and personally.

With his hands in his pockets, the boy approached the bungalow that had been abandoned for many years step by step.

The bullets that fell like a torrential rain stagnated neatly on the outside of his body, and then returned on the same path driven by gravity, and finally sank into the body, taking the lives of every gunman.

The gray cloaks hid their faces so deep behind their hoods that they couldn't even see the light in their eyes.

Maybe they gave up this insignificant life before today, otherwise they would not face death so obediently.

It's boring, and it's really annoying.

After seeing their combat methods, Zhong Yuanzhong undoubtedly understood Mimic's intentions.

There's nothing they do or their attitude that doesn't irritate you enough to root it out.

But killing a group of people who don't have any desire to survive, and can even be said to be actively seeking death, is by no means an act that can motivate.That's why they will try their best to force the enemy to do it.

Only this time, their target became themselves.

Standing at the door of the bungalow, Zhong Yuan frowned tightly, watching the mimic members rushing forward one after another.He didn't even think it was a fight.

This is his unilateral crushing.

It was a massacre without suspense and resistance.

Bodies kept falling.

And Zhongyuanzhong just bypassed them and kicked open the door of the bungalow.

In the hall on the first floor, the leader of mimic stands in the center.

The only difference between this white-haired man and the other members is that he didn't wear the hood that comes with the cloak.

Looking at Chuya Zhongyuan calmly, he asked plainly, "Are you the leader of the port mafia?"

"Are you the leader of mimic?"

Nakahara Chuya, who didn't answer the rhetorical question, brushed twice in mid-air casually.

The door behind him immediately closed with his movement.

"If yes, what exactly do you want to do?"

When he first joined the Port Mafia, Mr. Mori had answered him a question.

It's a question of what it takes to be a leader.

And Mr. Sen's answer he still remembers clearly.

[The so-called leader stands at the apex of the organization and at the same time is the slave of the entire organization.As long as it is for the existence and interests of the organization, one must be willing to immerse himself in all kinds of filth. 】

[Raise your subordinates, place them in the most suitable position, and discard them when necessary.For the sake of organization, no matter how cruel things are, they must be done. 】

Since he is the leader, why did he make such a decision that the entire organization would perish together with him?

A leader who doesn't consider the organization when he acts is undoubtedly dereliction of duty.

"Looks like you're not the head of the port mafia anymore."

The man took a step forward expressionlessly.

"My name is Gide, and I am indeed the one who commands mimic."

His eyes were full of emptiness, empty and meaningless.

"If not, it's okay."

"I just want to ask you one thing."

"Is your power powerful enough to liberate our souls from the inevitable original sin?"

Original sin, liberation...

Why does this sound more like Fyodor the more I listen to it?Could it be that there is really his handwriting behind this?

But the mimic even attacked Raya, so how could this be done by Fyodor?

More and more sure that this time the incident was another battle between the two, Zhong Yuan also gritted his back molars and pulled out a cold smile.

"Strong? That's not good. I just have an ace that can be played."

As soon as the words fell, he only kicked the ground, and his whole body rushed towards Gide who was standing there like an arrow from the string.

In just a second, Gide took a light step to the side, dodging Chuya's attack directly.

But Zhong Yuanzhong also tapped his toes to the ground without hesitation, and at the same time stopped his forward momentum, he kicked out his right leg quickly like whipping a whip.

He thought that this time the other party would not be lucky enough to escape.

However, Gide's response was beyond his expectation.

Perhaps it was the result of the combination of superb physical skills and mind, Gide pulled out his pistol almost as a prophet, and shot a bullet at his left leg as a fulcrum before he kicked his leg.

No.

The opponent's physical skills are not as superb as his own, and his mind will not be as flexible as Dazai.

Even Dazai was familiar with his fighting rhythm before he could deal with his attacks with ease.

This can only be one reason.

Zhongyuan Zhong also sneered, using his supernatural ability to stop the flying bullets.

"Is this your superpower?"

Can you observe the battle trajectory?Or predict the future?

But no matter what kind of supernatural power it is, even if it is so excellent that the opponent is so proud that he dares to challenge his bottom line, it will be crushed to powder by gravity.

Seeing Chuya Chuya's way of dealing with it, Gide slightly opened his eyes wide.

If you don't hide, you will be kicked away and killed.

Dodge and you will be chased and killed.

No matter what you do, you will only have the same ending.

Really... It makes people feel uncontrollable excitement.

The gun fighting technique has long been carved into the bone marrow, and it is used instinctively like an arm command.

However, all the bullets fired were isolated by Zhongya's supernatural ability, and then hovered in midair.

The whip kick hit Gide in the abdomen, kicking him far to the columns in the hall, and he was deeply pressed in place by gravity, unable to move.

Under the control of gravity, the hovering bullet also hit the rest of the mimic members who came out of nowhere.

From the beginning to the end, Zhong Yuanzhong didn't make any more moves, and he didn't even take his hands out of his pockets.

He just approached firmly step by step, so close that Gide had to raise his eyes to see his face.

"I don't know why you're here, but you shouldn't be provoking the port mafia, provoking me anyway."

The orange-haired boy bent down, smiling coldly and cruelly.

"How does it feel to be able to predict the future, but can only watch yourself go to death?"

Gide was silent for a moment.

If it is said that different abilities can be distinguished, then one's [Narrow Door] is at best a cunning skill in front of the opponent.

In terms of physical skills and spear fighting skills alone, he may not be able to compare with this young man.

Genius is not powerful.

A strong one is a genius who works harder than ordinary people.

Fully exploited their own talent, continue to move forward on the road that suits them, whoever becomes their enemy will be doomed to fail.

The man slowly closed his eyes, finally revealing a trace of relief between his brows and brows.

"We were heroes, now we are just ghosts from the battlefield."

"Unfortunately, he became a pawn in the gray deal of the superior officer, and finally became a traitor to the motherland."

"As the leader of mimic, I have sworn to my comrades-in-arms that I will let them die as soldiers."

"Thank you for your willingness to fight." Gide said calmly, "And let us escape from this wilderness hell."

Enduring again and again, Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't hold back the anger that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart.

He raised his leg high and slashed down with lightning speed.

"Who wants this thank you from you!"

The sudden applause forced this angry foot to stop the car.

Both of them looked at the source of the sound.

Standing at the gate was a young man in a fur-collared cloak, boots and a Cossack cap.

An elegant smile seemed to be engraved on the corner of his mouth.

Applauding, he slowly walked towards the two of them.

Under their gaze, the boy looked at Gide very calmly and said: "Mr. Gide, I am the after-sales service personnel of the Rat of the Dead House. Before you relieve yourself, I would like to add to you that we failed to Investigate clear intelligence."

"Your hunch was indeed correct."

He bent the pair of wine red.

"In Yokohama, there is indeed the kind of supernatural power you want to find."

Isn't that obvious?

Gide was suddenly a little confused.

Although he did get some information from the Rat of the House of Death, and verified their correctness through his own means, the reality after arriving in Yokohama showed that there were still some deviations in the information.

The person who can free their souls is not a member of the Armed Detective Agency, but a Mafia.

And, at this moment, he is standing here.

"There is nothing wrong with the information we gave." The black-haired boy tilted his head slightly.

If it weren't for the current environment, Zhongyuan Zhong might agree with Raisha's point of view.

Her brother is indeed cute sometimes.

It's just that what he said now was far less gentle than what he had shown.

"Oda Sakunosuke of the Armed Detective Agency. He is a person with supernatural abilities who is closer to the standard answer you want than this person."

"Because his supernatural ability is the same as yours. It is to foresee the future related to himself, and it only lasts a few seconds."

Under Gide's even more shocked gaze, the boy smiled and stretched out his hand, placing it on his head.

There was finally some truth in his smile, "However... it seems that I came a little late. You have been able to free yourself from the original sin that entangled you."

Blood flowers bloomed on the man's head.

And the boy who did all this just withdrew his hand in a normal way.

He restrained his smile and looked at Chuya Nakahara calmly, "Aren't you leaving?"

Now that the mimics have all been destroyed, there is no reason to be angry (but still a little aggrieved) about "how could it not be done by yourself", Zhong Yuanzhong also turned and left without saying a word.

The moment he turned around, a dagger suddenly stabbed behind him.

Unexpectedly, Fyodor would shake his body in the middle of the Central Plains when he was in trouble at this moment, and then fell forward.

"Ah...it's still too short, otherwise I wouldn't miss it."

Complaining insincerely on his lips, Fyodor drew out the dagger that would have stabbed his kidney within half a centimeter.

"Some poison was smeared on the dagger, and I restrained myself from using a lethal dose."

The corners of his mouth curled up in great sincerity.

"But what is certain is that..."

"I'm afraid you're going to miss the Tokyo race."