Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

OKSo what is the first step in doing something bad?

Gojo Satoru put down the leg that was raised to kick the door, stretched out his hand and squeezed his chin, thinking for a while.

Then,

"Wait for me. Absolutely don't rush in first, understand?"

Gojo Satoru said so, and looked up at the sky outside the building.

After he finished speaking, he was worried. It was Dazai’s joyful rush into the arms of death, which left a deep psychological shadow on both Wujo Satoru and the younger one—and this person has no sense of introspection at all, making people unable to feel at ease no matter what. .

(Obviously as the leader of the port mafia, but let others involuntarily start to worry about him)

(This is also a rare buff in the world, right?)

In short, in the current crisis-ridden situation, Gojo Satoru would have the illusion that Dazai would come back with a nonchalant smile and fresh wounds on his body, even if he was only out of sight for a moment.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but repeat it again.If he could reach out and touch Dazai, he would even want to grab this man's shoulder and shake it violently, telling him to remember with that ferocity:

"You stay here, I'll be back in five seconds. Do you hear me??"

Dazai didn't think he was bothering him—Gojo Satoru himself felt very long-winded.Dazai smiled instead: "Okay."

"?" Gojo Satoru couldn't believe it, but finally gave up and dawdled, so that the enemies inside the door rushed out with weapons in their hands.If this happened, Gojo Satoru suspected that he would laugh so hard that his head would fall off.Time was running out, so he gave up other ideas, and directly used a teleportation technique with no upper limit or lower limit!

Dazai hummed in his heart, silently counting down the time.

(five four three two one)

——Holding something invisible in his hand, the strongest magician of mankind appeared before his eyes again.As if he was not at ease judging by sight alone, he looked Dazai up and down with the reflex of six eyes that can see through spells at the same time.

Dazai blinked obediently, but Gojo Satoru felt even worse, with chills running down his back.

(………No. Business matters)

The strongest person who regards doing bad things as his own business finally smashed the door of the room with his kick! ! !

Broken dust floated in the air, and for a moment, it was like frost and snow.

pity.After all, reality is not such a good thing for romance.

Behind the door that had been reduced to dust, dozens of guns were raised in an instant.

Pointed at the muzzle of the black hole, Gojo Satoru thought for a while and tilted his head:

"Hi?"

With a wanton smile on his face, he waved his other hand in greeting.

"Oh, I'm a little disappointed," the man who suddenly broke into someone else's stronghold actually dared to comment so carelessly: "I thought it would be like a Goku movie, where I imagined something bold, but the result was also But that's all."

As Gojo Satoru said.

The room was very ordinary and looked like a perfectly normal large suite.Tables and chairs, benches, desks, sofa chairs, cabinets, electronic equipment specially used for counterfeiting, dry-colored powder spread on the table, and computers pushed into the corner. If you don’t observe carefully, everything looks so normal.If I had to point out, the only thing that was sticky and disgusting was the ominous, unwashed stain on the floor.

What is isolated from ordinary life is probably the pile of hot weapons that Gojo Satoru doesn't take seriously.

He complained about it, and turned his head to ask the people behind him: "Your base camp, can't it be so shabby?"

The black market thugs who had even pressed their fingertips on the trigger slightly and were ready to shoot the trespassers heard a chuckle at this moment.

From behind the white hair that was either a lunatic or a god of death, a head was slightly sideways.

This person was covered tightly by white hair, and he only turned his head for a glance before he was stuffed back again.

But it was just this look that caused the thugs to stand up in horror.

(?!?!?!!)

——It’s the same kind.

Everyone realized this at the first time.

Stepping on a sea of ​​blood, death and darkness accompany her all over her body.

Only desperadoes who don't care about human life can have that kind of quiet and happy eyes.

and,

and.

(and what???)

The thugs scratched their heads and racked their brains for such a vague sense of sight. Before the leader in charge spoke, they maintained a guarded posture for a moment and did not shoot. He didn't speak either.

For a moment, only the two daring intruders could be heard chatting while standing on the remnant of the door:

"Dare to compare my port mafia with this small underground organization in Tokyo. You are quite courageous, Gojo-kun."

"I haven't seen it, so how can you blame me? Why don't you tell me what's going on with you."

"Oh my god, this kind of cliché technique makes people laugh out loud. But the opportunity is rare, so it doesn't matter if I tell you. ——Listen up, Gojo-kun. It looks like a modern modern building, but the inside is actually used for combat. Fortresses and fortresses, there are five such buildings in total."

"You must be in the middle one?"

"Hmph... where the hell is it? It's a pity that none of the assassins who are lucky enough to escape all the guards and have the ability to kill me have been so far."

"Don't change the subject at a time like this?! Damn it!"

(————————————!!!!!!)

As if a flash of inspiration came to his mind, the tone of the word "lucky" softly spit out from the man's mouth coincided with someone in the video that caused a sensation in Japan tonight.

(It's him! It's him!! It's the man whose value has skyrocketed in the black market all over Japan!!!!)

Under everyone's eyes, the leader in charge even trembled his lips.

I don't know whether it's because of excitement or excitement, hot sweat has already appeared on the forehead.

Immersed in the ecstasy of offering a bounty head to the door, the man shouted:

"Shoot—! Shoot, hurry up——!"

All the muzzles burst into flames at the same time.

Countless bullets poured down like a shower, and the gunshots exploded in such a night, almost smashing people's eardrums.

It must have torn, broken, and shattered the two intruders who didn't know what to do. There is absolutely no way for the human body to resist when facing such a hail of bullets.A fresh wail will sound immediately, it is a sound that they have already gotten used to.

If you're lucky, the priceless head will be intact, and after paying the bounty, you'll make a lot of money no matter what.

Everyone in the black market thought so.

But----

"Oh oh oh, it feels like a Goku movie!"

The white-haired man with a frivolous smile and movements said lightly.

No.It's not just his words that are fluffy.

For some reason, all the bullets seemed to be stationary, floating in front of the white-haired man.

I froze.

(?!?!)

(what happened????)

(Monster?! Magic??)

Watching this unreasonable scene, everyone froze in place speechless.

"How should I put it, it's the first time I've been treated so warmly by someone, oh my, I'm even a little embarrassed."

Bai Mao said with a smile, and lightly shook his right hand.

Like crushing a rotten fruit, dozens of bullets condensed into an iron ball in an incomprehensible change.

It hit the ground hard and stopped moving.

"...This is, how—"

I don't know whose mouth it came from, and let out a dry cry of grief.

As if hearing this question, the white-haired man turned his head with a smile.

He smiled kindly, as if he was teaching a student: "The so-called spells are such things. Didn't you all watch the video at night? Don't just forget the knowledge you just learned in the back of your head."

"Although it can be explained in more detail, but forget it! You don't even need to explain the increase brought by the spell."

"Because, you people—"

"It is really."

"Too weak!"

What appeared on that handsome face was undoubtedly an insolent and proud smile.

...... A smile that can make people angry.

There is no doubt that the second wave of shooting has ushered in, Gojo Satoru doesn't quite understand why these people tilt their heads as if they can't think about attacking him.

It was exactly the same as the previous wave, and in the same way, another iron ball was squeezed and thrown to the ground.

"Wasting time? Stop doing things that are completely useless, oh, take it easy--" muttering like this, Gojo Satoru still stood where he was, and only used his right hand to press the black market that was rushing towards melee attack Thugs, easily embed the human head into the wall.

Behind that figure, Dazai was blocked by him so that not even a single strand of hair could escape.

(Although it really doesn't take one finger to defeat these ordinary people)

(but)

(The goal of coming here is not to kill these little bastards)

Gojo Satoru thought for a while, pinched the low-level curse spirit temporarily captured from nearby with his left hand, and waved it in front of everyone, while paying close attention to the reactions of these ordinary people.

Finally, among those panic-stricken faces, he found one whose eyes were full of fear.

"Catch—I got you!"

Gojo Satoru said happily, and let go of his left hand.

The curse spirit, whose body was round but with human hands growing from all directions, was frightened by Gojo Satoru's extremely oppressive spell power, so he didn't dare to escape, so he had to wander around the room.

The instinct of the curse made it stick out its long tongue from the pile of arms, trying to swallow a snack or two, but Gojo Satoru easily sliced ​​it off, screaming in pain while rolling around the room.

Blood of a strange color was sprayed everywhere.

"—Ah, ahhh! Stop! Don't come over! Don't, don't don't—don't come over ahhhhhhhh—"

The black market thug who was being targeted finally had a nervous breakdown, and under the sight of his accomplices who didn't know why, he scrambled and crawled to escape to the other side.

In that hand, he clutched his cell phone tightly.

"It seems that you are one in 1000 lucky to have acquired the technology to see spell spirits through electronic equipment tonight."

Gojo Satoru said with a smile.

"Okay, don't hide, don't hide, I won't let it eat you. It's just a low-level curse spirit."

After confirming the safety of the room, Gojo Satoru was finally relieved and let Dazai walk in with him.

With two long legs, he chased after him in two or three steps.

The left hand is holding the curse spirit, and the right hand is holding the poor thug who is fleeing in embarrassment.

Gojo Satoru slapped that extremely spiritually polluting curse spirit on someone's face——

"How about it? Show everyone your phone."

"Let me think about..."

"Thus."

"Can everyone sit down and talk about business?"

Gojo Satoru thought he was amiable and said, and he also attached a shining smile.

[The barrage that was supposed to be screaming all the time for Wujo Satoru's high light to be handsome, really screamed———:

"??? Fuck you scared me to death?!?!"

"The san value is crazy, help me ah ah ah ah ah don't come here you don't come here!!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"

Final Thoughts

"Five! Articles! Enlightenment! Are you a devil!!!!!!"]