[Bungo Stray Dogs] On the Compatibility of Reaper and Black Slime

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When I heard about Nordic, my first reaction was Verlaine. He really resembles the pure and pure Nordic gods.

So when I knew that Verlaine was French, even though he stepped on my chest and the old wound burst open and blood flowed out, I couldn't hide my disillusionment.

Then he was kicked against the wall by Verlaine.

It's all tears.

Before I met Fukuzawa Yukichi, I didn't know that I was taught that fighting skills do not hurt.

I thought I might be out of place in a casual beige trench coat, choker, pigtails, and sword, but I didn’t expect that at the headquarters of this operation, the out of place turned out to be a hound in military uniform.

Teams from other countries are dressed casually.

Choker was a new gift from Osamu Dazai, including the token, all of which disappeared when I was taken away by the laboratory.

According to the Ability Secret Service Section, the laboratory was burned down.

No way, I believe it, they can't lie to me, greedy for a pet collar.

In fact, the collar of the locator, I tend to be discovered and destroyed earlier.

Representatives of the Psychic Association assigned war zones to people from each country, and we were assigned to Denmark.

"In the infected area, kill all the blood-sucking species." The male representative on the stage said.

"We have superhumans who can detect the number of blood-sucking species, and we will distribute positioning machines to everyone."

Two men brought out a basket of instruments.

"Because there are not enough instruments, please come up in groups of two to get them."

"Yeko wants to team up with the captain!" Okura Yeko hugged Fukuchi Sakura and did not let go.

"Okay, that wild, you and Suehiro will be in the same group." Fukuchi Sakura nodded.

Tiaoye Caiju ignored Fukuchi Sakurachi's order, and looked at me: "It's a pity that one of the hounds didn't come, you're on the order, Mr. Thin Leaf."

"Do you want to team up with me and let Mr. Tie Chang to toss by himself?"

Turning sideways, I deadpanned Avery to step out behind me, and announced.

"I am in a group with my supernatural body."

Tiaoye Caiju's smile froze: "What exactly is your ability?"

"Guess?" I tilted my head.

"No wonder, as a Mafia cadre, I can be favored by the Supernatural Secret Service Division." Fukuchi Sakura sighed: "Very good supernatural power."

"It's too restrictive." I shook my head and explained.

Only two supernatural bodies can be released at a time, and they can't be 50 meters away from me. It's too troublesome to operate finely, and this restriction is too great.

Is it so widely spread that I am a cadre of the port mafia?

I'm not worried at all, anyway, I'm just a special non-staff member of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and I'm not a member of the government.

What worries me is that there are rumors that Chisato Susaka, a member of the Supernatural Secret Service, has a hobby of working as an officer of a criminal organization.

Anti-customer-oriented, putting the cart before the horse.

I received a palm-sized display that looked like a game console. After opening it, I saw a satellite map of Northern Europe. I clicked on Denmark, where we were assigned, among the five regions, and dense red dots occupied the map.

Are these the blood-sucking species that were located with abilities?

This is too much.

According to the data, it has been a week since the blood-sucking species was discovered. After such a long time, are there still residents in the five Nordic countries?

Could they all be blood-sucking species?

Wow.

I, who had just been dropped into the center of the city by helicopter, supported "Xue Ji" with one hand, carried a sniper rifle on my shoulder, and stood on the roof with Ai Li, who was carrying a box of silver bullets issued by the supernatural association. With the other hand, I took a picture.

It is truly spectacular.

My family, it's eight o'clock at night, and it's completely dark, only the street lamps are stubbornly illuminating the street, and there are vampires in twos and threes on the street.

The pale vampires were in ragged clothes, blood was still stained on the corners of their mouths and clothes, they had sharp fangs, they were said to be vampires, and they wandered around like zombies.

No wonder the dossier says that elite support is needed, and with this group of people surrounding them, even if they weren't vampires whose physique surpassed that of ordinary people, ordinary people who were skinny could win by numbers.

I put the positioning machine back into my pocket. Where is the positioning machine used? Looking around, it's all there.

The Psychic Association said that a vampire would die only if a silverware was pierced into the heart, or if it was exposed to the sun.

It's ridiculous that silverware can only be used once.

Is it sterling silver, and if so, how much will it cost?

The Ability Association is really rich.

Sighing, I looked down and felt my breath of life. The vampires who moved closer to me licked their lower lips.

The wind that exudes a faint smell of blood blows, arousing the desire for blood and fighting in my bones.

Group combat is my home field.

Looking around, there was no one around, Avery put down the box, and then disappeared into the air, replaced by a woman with long red hair, plain appearance, but excellent figure, bulging back.

Ability [The Alley Where the Wind Blows]

Don't look at such an elegant supernatural name, this sister named "Sonic" is a notorious supernatural killer in the industry. She has escaped from the prison of the Supernatural Secret Service Division three times. After being caught again, she was approved and allowed to as my test case.

The effect of the special ability is to enhance the hit rate of the weapon, the highest can be achieved, the absolute hit.

Sonic took the sniper rifle, loaded it with a silver bullet, and hit a vampire's heart quickly and mercilessly.

The sound of the sniper rifle attracted all the vampires around.

"Oops." I licked my bottom lip.

I said why not many people take sniper rifles, but choose silverware carved into crosses and silver powder for wiping knives.

Are vampires still attracted to sound?

It is more and more in line with the setting of zombies.

"You guys, don't you have any dignity of a vampire?" Accompanied by the sound of sniping from the side of Sonic who didn't care about the back seat, I squatted down.

The blue thread appeared on the body of the dead vampire, like manipulating a human corpse, manipulating them to stand up tremblingly. I grabbed a handful of silver bullets and threw them down.

The bullets jingled and fell to the ground. The dead vampires picked up the bullets, rushed towards their own kind, and then stuffed the silver bullets into their hearts. Dirty blood flowed from the empty chest of the vampires, and fell down in response. Being dragged up by the silk thread, picking up the bullet.

A dozen or so, I'm the best at it.

If you have the ability, don't kill any of them, or you can kill the corpses of your teammates that you can't kill.

The vampires on this street were quickly wiped out, and my control range was only 50 meters.

I stood in the wind, took out a scalpel from my pocket, aimed at my wrist, and cut it down.

In the night, the dark red blood reflected by the dim light formed beads, dripping and dripping on the roof, the wind took away the smell of fresh blood, and the roar of vampires could be heard in the distance.

Satisfied, I used the scalpel to draw deeper on the wrist.

How can this little pain compare to what I endured in the supernatural agent department? Compared with the joy at this moment, the pain of the past is nothing worth mentioning.

Come a little more, sniff the fragrant food, step into hell, on the brink of bliss, all die.

No, looking at these vampires with sharp ears and monkey cheeks, I tilted my head, my blue eyes were filled with disgust, such monsters don't even have the concept of death.

It's a pity, but you'll be free soon.

Ugly guys.

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The author has something to say:

The credit goes to [Qiansi Opera] and the patriotic test of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and Qianli Chunchun crazily criticizes it