get out of my yokohama

"It seems that the intelligence personnel of your company are not just for nothing."

After a long silence, Francis said with a smile, with a calm posture, as if nothing happened even if the private matter was revealed.

Hill: "Instead of saying this, it's better to say that intelligence dealers have no loyalty at all. Today they bend over to Mr. Fitzgerald for money, and tomorrow they will cooperate with us for profit. There are too many double-faced people, let alone mouse."

Francis: "Oh? You think so clearly and still believe those information?"

Hill: "Having doubts, seeing your reaction now, the rats didn't lie to me."

It is a routine operation for intelligence dealers to do business on both sides. It is too hard-hearted to pay attention to rules and morals in this business. Francis doesn't care. He bought the intelligence of the port mafia and the armed detective agency, intending to eliminate them in one fell swoop, and also paid a high price. Let the rats of the dead house not leak their information.

Those rats...

Francis thought about it, smiled again, opened the box, and there were brand-new and neat US dollars inside. Hill glanced at it and looked at Francis with raised eyebrows.

"Since you know what I'm here for, you'll save a lot of nonsense," Francis was a little surprised, "You give me the feeling that you're used to seeing so much cash."

Hill: "It feels right."

It’s true that she is poor now, and she can’t even afford a new necklace, but she has seen no matter how expensive the contract, no matter how precious the jewelry, no matter how gorgeous the villa, no matter how spectacular the manor, no matter how beautiful the black technology is, until later , she watched the clown counting a hill made of banknotes, let alone the money.

"In addition, how about this watch, it is a limited edition, and it is inlaid with many diamonds, and the strap is..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Because the blond woman sitting across from her turned into diamonds from head to toe.

Shiny and dazzling, like a beautiful sculpture.

"We want diamonds...Let's put it this way, we can have money anytime we want, Mr. Fitzgerald, I can't even understand this reason, what can we use to convince the president?" Human-shaped diamond made Hill's voice.

"Is this the diamondization of your ability? The difference between what you see on the paper and what you see with your own eyes is really big. Is it true that the information says that it can be connected even if it is disconnected?"

"Regeneration is also possible."

"Oh that's amazing."

Lucy, who was standing behind Francis, and the senior secretary looked at each other.

So what, boss, aren't we here to ask for trouble?What is it like to talk happily after being rejected like this?

Seeing the two chatting all the way from superpowers to stocks, from the market to the future development of oil companies, both of them were a little bit overwhelmed.

Boss, wake up quickly.

"It's a pity that the business didn't come to fruition," said the man who said it was a pity but didn't have any corresponding expressions. He put on his watch again, "Your name is Hill, right?"

"That's what my friends call me."

"Don't care about those details." Francis went his own way, waving his hand, "Sill, do you want to work for me?"

Ok? ? ?

Not to mention Lucy and the senior secretary, even the people in the president's office next door are full of question marks.

What is this confusing direction?

"I think you are very good at negotiating, and you have a good economic sense. You should sit in a bright office with a large floor-to-ceiling window on top of a tall building." He glanced at the office area outside, and looked back in disgust, "Hill, ah Don't get me wrong, calling you that doesn't mean to be your friend, the boss can also call the employee's name, right? What do you think?"

Hill shook his head: "I fired the handsome, rich and generous Mr. Wayne, and traveled thousands of miles to return to my hometown, not to change from being a rich man's secretary to another rich man's secretary."

Francis continued as if he didn't hear it, "You don't like the high salary, so how about the new jewelry and cosmetics every season as your employee benefits?"

Oops, it's a heart-wrenching feeling!

Hill: "...the rat in the house of death is really not particular at all." She wrote down everything she likes about jewelry and put it on other people's desks.

Francis felt the same way: "Who says it's not? They're talking about my daughter."

"To be honest, Mr. Fitzgerald, I appreciate you very much. Given that the richer I know, the richer they are, the more they spend their time. It is rare for me to see a man like you who focuses on a relationship. It must be very pleasant to work with you, but please bear with me. I reject."

"pity."

This time, there was some real emotion in his words, and his eyes became pity. Francis was not someone who pestered him when he was rejected.

"Tell Fu, President Fukuda for me, if there are no members, the meaning of the company will be gone, and it will be too late to regret it by then."

Hill: "Okay Mr. Philgerard, I'll see you off."

Francis: "..."

It really doesn't hurt at all, he mispronounced Fukuzawa Yukichi's name, and she didn't pronounce his name well.

Hill pressed the elevator door, asked them to go in first, and then went in by himself, pressing the first floor.

"Tomorrow morning you will know that I am not joking, leave the detective agency early, for the sake of your life, this is a piece of advice."

Hill listened, but his thoughts drifted away.

After she suffered from schizophrenia, her memory was confused for a long time. It is a sad thing for a person who doesn't even know who he is and what he is going to do.

She remembered Mr. Dazai, her first love and the unreachable shore, but she couldn't remember another very important thing.

It wasn't until she met a well-known unknown dark knight, secretly followed his actions, and even stayed by his side as his secretary to analyze the meaning of his every move, that she slowly regained her original intention, like clearing the fog See the silver moon.

It turns out that what she wants to do is protect the city.

Yokohama was to her what Gotham was to Bruce Wayne.

The elevator door opened, and the three of Francis lifted their feet to leave, hearing a woman's deep voice.

"Reciprocity, I also give you a piece of advice."

"Yokohama is an inclusive city, and foreign friends are welcome to come and visit. If you have any other ideas, you should leave as soon as possible, otherwise please..."

It was obvious what the unfinished words were, and they were nothing more than threats and warnings. Fransey gave Lucy a wink—it was a girl with fiery red hair. The room that can make Anne locks up the woman who is talking nonsense to the group on the opposite side.

Unexpectedly, there was a sudden sharp pain in the brain, like an ax fell down and stirred, making the unprepared girl's legs go limp, and she fainted on the ground with pain.

Hill watched this scene indifferently, his voice sank, dangerously cold, and his voice was like a sharp knife.

"...Get out of my Yokohama."

……

The atmosphere of the detective agency is tense but not tense, relaxed but not easy. The detective agency will not be frightened by the combination, and it is not easy to feel that there is an organization that wants to do something in Yokohama all the time.

All in all, what to do, stay vigilant.

Hill approached Kunikida Doppo and asked the detective agency if there was any reliable hacker who had worked with him.

"Yes, there are, why are you looking for a hacker?"

"I want to ask him to help me find some mice."

If possible, she would also like to do it herself, but there is still a case at hand, so she is really at a loss.

In front of Francis, she poured sewage on the head of the Mouse of the Dead House. With Francis' personality, she might ask the Mouse of the Dead House tonight. She stared at their contact line, worrying about not being able to find the mouse.

It wasn't that she was free to take the initiative to deal with the rats of the dead house, it was that the group of rats had already reached out to Yokohama, so don't blame her for chopping off their paws.

The Rat of the House of Death is also one of the forces that offered a reward to Aden. It is a fact that few people know. Kunikida Doppo happened to be among them. He thought for a moment: "Doing these things on the eve of the combination attack will cause extra problems?"

Hill: "They just relied on the fact that the detective agency didn't have time to pay attention to them. If they didn't fight back immediately, their arrogance became more and more arrogant."

"What's wrong?" Osamu Dazai took off the headset, "For a long time, the detective agency has displayed more of a shield image in front of the world, lacking in aggressiveness and deterrence."

"That's right, speaking of aggressiveness, Dazai, you are suitable for this, right?"

"Huh? Me?"

"As a senior, I'm lazy, but the younger generation is worried about this and that, which makes me feel ashamed."

"Really, Kunikida-kun blames me whenever he finds an opportunity, and his confidence in work has been hit." His claws were ready to move towards Hill, "I want Hill to hug me."

On the way, he was intercepted by Kunikida Doppo and fell out.

Hill raised his head slowly, seeing Mr. Dazai lying on the ground, his eyes flickered, and Kunikida Doppo pushed his glasses.

You're welcome, it's everyone's responsibility to expel Dazai.

Kunikida Doppo wanted to introduce Taguchi Rokuzo at first, but when he heard about the rats in the house of death, he changed to Tianshan Hananagi. Although they are both powerful hackers, the former is underage and the latter is an adult. For him, this point The distinction is important.

"I'll go find him, he's not very good at talking to women, and..."

"And I live very casually."

Kunikida Doppo felt a headache when he thought about the darkened room, the garbage bags all over the room, and the bowls and chopsticks piled up in the cistern, so he reluctantly nodded, thanking her for being tactful.

……

The luxury liner, the Zelda.

The secretary sent Lucy to see a doctor, while Francis pushed open the door of Luisa, his combat staff officer.

"Combat staff officer, come to work."

There are many books in Louisa's room. Before Francis came in, she was reading quietly with a cup of steaming coffee in her hand. When she saw him coming in, she stood up awkwardly and was pushed back to her seat by Francis.

"Analyze the existing intelligence."

There was a radiant brilliance in his eyes, and he was calm even after suffering.

Francis told Luisa everything that happened today, the accident on the helicopter, the external liaison officer of the Armed Detective Agency, Lucy's sudden fainting, and the sentence Get out of my Yokohama.

As Hill said, Francis doesn't take the island country seriously at all. Maybe there are excellent supernatural beings here, but they will all lose to a powerful combination in the end. A leader doesn't even have the confidence to go home and grow sweet potatoes. .

He can't get what he wants, defeating the two supernatural organizations and mastering Yokohama, if the enemy is too weak, there will be no fun at all, so he is quite happy.

Although Luisa is an introverted and quiet girl, she is actually the combat staff of the group. Her special ability is that when she is alone, the inherent time passes at a speed of one eight thousandth. For her, 1 minute of other people is five days Half, combined with her extraordinary mind, she can sum up the various directions of the battle.

Now she has all the information on Sherlock Holmes, the whole process of Lord Francis' first confrontation with her, and some photos of her life in Yokohama.

Luisa looked solemn, holding a quill in her hand.

Extraordinary power · little woman.

Francis was waiting at the door, impatient to beat Sherlock Holmes.

I thought it wouldn't be long, but after waiting for more than ten minutes and she still didn't come out, Francis went back to his office.

Sitting comfortably on the sofa, he took a sip of black tea.

No one knew Luisa and her abilities better than him. Normally, Luisa would be able to come up with a set of solutions within five or six minutes after entering the house, but this time it took so long. It seemed that she was really difficult to deal with.

Three hours later, Luisa stumbled to Francis' office with a pile of materials she had analyzed.

"Master Francis, there is a result."

Francis suffocated when he saw the information that was three heads taller than Louisa, and waved his hand: "Put it down, I have time to read it, and just say the conclusion."

"Yes," with the help of the secretary, Louisa put the materials away, and replied in a low voice with her sore hands behind her back, "My conclusion is that Sherlock Holmes is one of the biggest obstacles to mastering Yokohama. Ranked first, she is likely to be a rare dual ability user."

"Diamondization, the other is to use brain waves to control and attack people's minds. The scope is undecided. The maximum number of people captured in the maximum range is undecided. The intensity...is undecided."

"This is the first time I've heard so many unknowns from our combat staff officer."

"terribly sorry!"

"I don't mean to blame you, Louisa, tell me, you have a countermeasure."

"Yes, you need a helmet," Luisa gestured with her hands in mid-air, "although it is a bit heavy and the material is not so comfortable, but it can block the attack of brain waves."

Luisa rummaged through a pile of documents in a hurry, and found a page with a helmet on it. Francis took it over and looked at it, and his smile gradually disappeared.