Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Osamu Dazai—the one from the Armed Detective Agency, landed at the gate of the Port Mafia headquarters building.

He didn't seem surprised by this result, even though he was standing at the door of this headquarters building that had been glorious in the past and had witnessed many bloody storms.Dazai used to be very familiar with this place, how many times he staggered and walked in through the gate absent-mindedly, the overlong black windbreaker swayed left and right on his thin shoulders when he was a boy; he held a game console or His subordinates’ guns or confidential documents filled with stinky blood. At that time, his right eye was still wrapped with a bandage. At that time, he thought that there was nothing in this world that was beyond his expectations and worth looking forward to... until the bandage was taken by someone untie.

But at this moment, the gate of the port mafia, which once showed its power and status, has long been turned into dust.

Columns were severed and ornaments were smashed.Wherever he went, what was left was empty magazines and bullets, severed guns, and mountains of corpses everywhere. *

To sum it up in one sentence, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a hell on earth.

Only the man standing here, who seemed to have melted into the sunlight, saw the composition of hell at first glance, but raised the corners of his mouth and smiled coldly and without any emotion.

This simple smile instantly dispelled the man's frivolous, out-of-the-ordinary, funny and unreliable expression, cruelly tore through the protective layer built by Dazai's painstaking efforts, revealing his bloody flesh and blood inside.He melted into this hell almost effortlessly.On the other side, the mafia subordinates who were alerted by the alarm bell of the main building and dispatched from the four nearby buildings hurried past him, and lowered their heads in awe—they didn't need to use their eyes to confirm, they just watched from the man's body. From Zhou's atmosphere, he knew that the hell created by this person with his own efforts was absolutely no more benevolent than the picture in front of him.

This man in a sand-colored windbreaker standing at the gate is the "similar" in the dark world.

Dazai didn't spare a glance for these gun-wielding mafia.After he sneered, he looked up at the top floor from bottom to top. He didn't know whether he was looking at the chief's office on the top floor or the rooftop without railings.He doesn't seem so anxious, obviously this time he has missed the first move in the second week, the "power" of the Armed Detective Agency, the "person" of Oda Sakunosuke, and the "force" of Nakahara Chuya, he has no chance anymore To arrange, Dazai didn't seem anxious.The poison and antidote left over from Zhoumu still collided in his blood vessels, and the restart of the timeline did not update his physical state, causing him to be slightly dizzy.But from Dazai's movement of standing in place with one hand in his pocket, it is absolutely impossible to see that he was still in a pure white room before the blink of an eye, and he was still staggering forward because of his unstable standing.

After thinking for a second, Dazai spoke without hesitation:

"Yakuken Fujishiro, five tigers retreat. Come to me."

— This sentence produced an effect almost immediately.

Lost in the gap of time and space due to no anchor point, actively attacking the turbulent flow of time and space with the body to obtain information, and sacrificed the last remaining divinity to pray for well-being. Only silently waiting for the broken knife.

However, this call to the real name spans time and space, forming a "fate line" connecting the sword and the world.

A vortex suddenly appeared in the originally empty air, and two scarred teenagers stumbled out from there.

Such an unreasonable scene did not attract anyone's attention.

Dazai watched this scene calmly.He didn't question the way the swords descended differently from others, and he wasn't surprised that the two short knives were in a mess.He didn't reprimand the loss of the original battle strength, but after the two barely stood still, he asked quietly:

"In exchange for what?"

The two teenagers looked up at him at the same time.

Yao Yan raised his hand, wiped the blood from his forehead, and wiped his vision clean.

Those purple grape-colored eyes narrowed slightly, as if about to show a smile, but it was difficult to smile from the heart.

——Toujian Fusangshen sacrificed his divinity and humanity.

The only thing that barely supports their actions now is the instinct of cold weapons.

"'Fringe line'."

Yaken Toshiro said.He spoke very sluggishly, apparently the aftereffect of paying the price.

The five tigers retreated and reached out and slowly touched the drooping head of the white tiger beside him, pulled off a piece of uniform lining, and briefly bandaged the deep and bone-deep wound on the white tiger.

When he raised his eyes, the essence of the sword was more obvious. The light that emerged from those golden pupils clearly came from a sharp metal blade.

But when he was talking, the dagger still showed some nostalgia for his master.This attachment and intimacy seems to have been engraved on the knife inscription, and it cannot be erased by the price paid.

"Re-fasten it..."

Wu Hutui opened his mouth softly and added.

"..." Dazai was silent for a moment.

He didn't need to ask "what is the edge", and he didn't have to think about the question "where is the edge?"

After all, he is Osamu Dazai, and Osamu Dazai is him.

The choice that guy made...it would be the same if it was him.

For a second Dazai couldn't help but envy the idiot who was right next to Lupin.The tip of his nose smelled the smell of wine in the bar again, and even the smell of tobacco lingering in the air was nostalgic; the next second he heard the vinyl record spinning gently, jazz female voice accompanied by violin and The sound of the piano, singing farewell, farewell,...farewell.The singing circled and rose in the air, and this farewell was free of bullets, poison, and insincere lies. It was so long that it spanned time and space, and a coward was finally able to say his "goodbye".

If only he could be a little more willful.Dazai thought.He also wants to drink with Oda Saku?I really envy that guy...

But no.For the happy ending that "Osamu Dazai" longed for, he still couldn't stop.

forward, forward.

Move forward--

Thousands upon thousands of "Dazai Osamu" corpses.

all behind.

Never look back.

Thinking of this, Dazai shook his head to himself.He recovered from his negligence and distraction for a second or two, and calmness and coldness returned to him.Dazai looked more like a mafia than the hurried mafia around him, and the soft look completely disappeared from his face.

"How's the injury?"

Dazai asked.

He dismissed other irrelevant issues.From the damage situation of the headquarters building, Dazai could see at a glance: this is the consequence of being destroyed by Akutagawa Ryunosuke, so it is obvious... There is not much time left for everyone.

The two short knives did not hesitate, and immediately replied:

"... Seriously injured." Five Tigers retreated.

"It will be hurt by hot weapons..." Yaken Toshiro added immediately.

That's right.Dazai understood.

According to the layout of the longhouse last time, compare it with the state of the sword that appeared in the pure white room after the first week.Then, the sword Fusangshen under minor injuries is enough to deal with people with supernatural abilities in an orderly manner; under slander, it should be able to barely support; under serious injuries...

Even ordinary humans, with guns and ammunition in hand, are enough to kill these "gods" born from a long history.

Dazai showed no compassion or compassion.There wasn't even a hint of a smile in those kite pupils, only iron-like determination and ruthlessness remained. ——Unknowingly, people at both ends of the mirror reveal their similarities and differences again, and this time, it is as if light and shadow have been reversed.

"At all costs, send me to the top floor."

Dazai ordered coldly:

"do you understand?"

There is an unkind subtext hidden behind this sentence, suggesting some treatment worse than a broken knife.The swords hesitated when they heard it...that was impossible.

On the contrary, a faint sense of peace emerged from the two swords that had lost their expressions.

"Thank you..." Yao Yan thanked softly.

"Just please." Wuhu retreated and lowered his head.

Dazai said nothing more.He turned around, put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, and raised his legs to step over the scattered wreckage——

He walked into the port mafia headquarters building first.

This action is different from the gesture of staying away from the center of the incident just now. "Entering" itself means stepping into another area belonging to other people, which is enough to alert the mafia who are urgently reinforcing from the other four buildings.

"Stop! Who are you?"

"who?"

"Show proof!!"

Pointed at by dozens of black muzzles, Dazai just raised his eyes coldly, and someone flinched and moved the muzzles down.

Obviously, the identity, appearance, and name of the leader of the port mafia are top secret. If he is not a senior member of the headquarters building or the top-level security guard, ordinary mafia subordinates will not be able to recognize who the person opposite is.

Not to mention Butei Dazai's body is light-colored, as if he wants to wear the hue of dusk on his body to show his complete separation from the night... And this sand-colored trench coat, among the mafia in black suits, is really It's so obvious.

But soon, the crowd armed with guns rioted again from within.

"Bai, white tiger..."

"White Tiger—"

"Baihu, that lord?!"

Trembling, stirring, whispering, as if fearing death.

Within a few seconds, most of the muzzles were lowered.

All the reasons come from that white-haired and golden-eyed tiger walking slowly forward from behind Dazai.

The white tiger of the night, the silent death itself, "the white death of the port mafia."

——The leader of the guerrilla team.

— Atsushi Nakajima.

Only a small part of the mafia remained, reluctantly raised their guard, and shouted at their companions, "Master Dun obviously went to the upper level—"

But the vigilance of these people finally stopped with a shout of shock and anger:

"What is this doing? Put the gun down!!!"

Someone rushed over.