The villain is in trouble

The pier at night is extremely cold, and the wind that blows has a bone-chilling chill.

The cargo ship approaching from the other side of the sea is docked at the quiet pier. People in black suits orderly hand over the people who got off the cargo ship, and the occasional words are also lowered, silently and quickly.

The man who looked like a death bird stood on a high place, watching all this indifferently.The cold moonlight fell on him, casting a huge shadow on the ground.

A man wearing a peaked cap flashed by on the deck, revealing some dazzling blond hair. He was talking to his companion whose face could not be seen clearly in the shadows. The night wind brought over the fragments of the words, which were business matters.Then they separated again and disappeared into the darkness.

Scarlet pupil hid under the three-degree hat, his expression was covered by a mask, and the man who had no one to see his true face silently examined the drug deal between Mafia at the port and an unknown organization. After a while, he turned his head slightly and looked to the other side from a distance.

On the other side are scattered buildings, high-rise buildings and low-rise houses, separated from the pier by hundreds of yards.

The gorilla pupils emerged from under the three-degree hat, and the bloody smell was heavy and cold, like a god of death who could swing a sickle at any time; being stared at by such a pair of eyes, the human instinct to preserve life howled crazily.

The sniper on the rooftop of a tall building watched him through the scope, and his whole body was filled with electric currents of vigilance against dangerous creatures-there was no doubt that the other party noticed it.It was a very absurd conclusion. It was impossible for human eyes to look to the end like this, but he was very sure that those eyes definitely "looked" at him at this moment.

His qualities as a sniper allowed him to control his physical reactions to stress, including breathing.

"Rye?" Scotland asked in a low voice through the headset.

They are both whiskeys and joined the organization at about the same time. The tasks of the three of them overlap a lot. Even though Bourbon and Rye are naturally not used to each other, the cooperation in completing tasks together can be described as a tacit understanding.

Scotland and Bourbon were responsible for handing over and recording the progress of the mission on the cargo ship, while Rye went to the tall building early, acting as a sniper to watch out for emergencies during the transaction.

Of the three, Scotland is usually the soft-spoken and mediator, not to mention the one who runs the kitchen when they live together in the safe house.

Scotland was on the boat, and together with Bourbon, he saw the sudden movement of the man on the height—his heart skipped a beat.

"It's okay." Rye replied in a low voice, without moving his eyes from the scope, "He found me."

There was a moment of silence between the two who were in different parts of the ship.

Even looking straight ahead, as they could have easily guessed that a sniper would be on standby, surprised them.

But the port Mafia itself is a huge monster lying alone in Yokohama, and the underground world does not have enough information on it. In addition, there are "supernatural beings" here, and it is impossible to think with ordinary thoughts—maybe The port Mafia killer who rose to fame is a supernatural person.

"Be careful," Scotland warned.

"Understood." Rye replied.

There is no need for conflicts in the middle of this transaction. Whether it is the port Mafia or the black organization, there is no conflict of interest with each other. Both parties are looking forward to the success of the transaction and the formal cooperation.

The wind is getting colder at night.

……

The main body was forced to stay up all night in Mihua Town's god name Fukami, slumped on the sofa with no image, watching the transaction from Xuren's eyes while peeling oranges.

Xu obtained information about the pharmaceutical company at the port Mafia—a large transnational criminal organization whose member codes are named after wine and often wear black clothes.It has existed since the last century, and it is an illegal organization of ordinary people. The transaction with the port Mafia this time probably has the idea of ​​making friends with the forces of supernatural beings.

But when the leader told Xu like this, his expression was very mocking and contemptuous.This is the arrogance of being a supernatural person, and the understanding of the same dark organization-interests can make people a friend or an enemy.

Tsk.Stuffing a slice of orange, Kamina Fukami thought about what he could do with it. [Ghost Dance Tsuji Wucan] This vest looks like it can be used... I have to find a chance.

Tong Mo will leave Yokohama tomorrow, and he has been contacting Xin Chengjun for the past two days to send someone to take charge of the matter. He should also go back to Tokyo to deal with those old guys in the magic world; the school where Yoshida Shoyang is going to work has not yet Shengyuan can only honestly deal with the orphanage over there, and live in Leibo Street to show his sense of existence.

The white tiger of the orphanage, according to the headmaster, was a very ordinary child before, but suddenly turned into a tiger at night a few years ago, because the other party was really young, and he had only vaguely heard about supernatural beings before that. I don't know what to do, so I can only lock the boy in the basement and try not to let other people touch him.

Whether it was Fuhesher or Shenming Shenjian and Vest, it was easy to see that the dean did have good intentions—but his behavior was extremely bad.

Shenming Fukami decided on the spot to include adult education in the Yokohama development plan; however, this must be supported by capturing the port of Mafia as soon as possible.After all, the bottom members of Port Mafia and its affiliated organizations are poor people who are not educated enough and can only choose to be gangsters. If such a charitable act of robbing people is carried out, it will definitely conflict with Port Mafia.

He recalled the man who smiled when he knew they could treat "Atsushi Nakajima" well, but then turned expressionless again when the child woke up, and sighed in an indescribable mood.

The social environment caused by historical factors is too bad, and then the people living in it are also bad.It's really annoying, but I still have to go step by step...

He touched another orange and began to peel it.

"System, come talk to me." The person on the sofa stood up on another leg, resting his head on the armrest, and said in a leisurely tone, "It's so lonely to be alone in such a big room."

The black cube like a Rubik's cube on the coffee table turned around and said, "What food are you going to sell?"

"That's food that suits the tastes of the islanders..." Shen Ming thought for a while, "Actually, I opened the shop mainly for fun. After all, I am not short of money, and I am very confident in my craftsmanship." He said lazily Stuffing orange petals into his mouth, his cheeks puffed up, but his articulate words were still clear, "Maybe I'm born to be a hard worker. I can't be free even if I have enough time and reasons. I always want to be active."

System: "I can see it."

In addition to the independent Yoshida Shoyang, the three vests are working at the same time, and the main body is still happily working as a shop owner. At first glance, it looks like a professional social animal of Lv.99.

"Is this your real name?" It asked abruptly.

Although he didn't say it directly, it was already confirmed that the young man who was also a visitor from another world smiled.He had beautiful blue eyes, extremely blue and extremely bright—like a sunlit ocean; but it might have been because the incandescent lights in the living room were too bright.

"Of course not." He was quite honest, with a brisk tone, "After all, I am not from the island country."

"But it's not impossible for you to be your real name. Anyway, I won't have the chance to say my real name." He said casually, "Maybe it will change in the future."

"I see." The system dryly replied, "Is there any meaning to this name?"

"It doesn't make any sense, I just named it according to the customs of this country." Shenming Fukami recalled the scene when he named himself at the beginning, "Sound and shape are separated, and you have to choose the pronunciation and Chinese characters for the name... It's so troublesome." He sighed and raised his tone again, "But the Chinese characters look super cool, they can bluff people, right?"

"...It seems to have some expectations about gods." The system said honestly.

"I'm an atheist." Shenming said honestly, "It's really just a coincidence...a matter of probability and my own preferences." He reached out and groped on the coffee table, hooked his fingertips on the wet tissue box, took it over and pulled it out Wipe your hands, "Maybe I'll be named Mr. Dark Ye when I'm on the IF line."

The black cube on the coffee table that was flashing red because of his words trembled for a while, but it was unclear why.

The actor takes it as speechless.The system reacts very intelligently to certain things.

"It's not his real name anyway." He shrugged innocently, remembering that when the system bound him more than a month ago, he said that the core was damaged and he couldn't contact the company, so he could only reluctantly bind himself with the highest fault tolerance rate and the closest location-at that time He also thought that the other party knew that he was an outsider.

And he still thinks so.Therefore, the reason why the system does not mention or ask is worth pondering.

He is also very interested in not going to directly break the illusion of calm. After all, there are probably other guys behind the system, but he is somewhat looking forward to some "surprises" it will bring.

"Last time I talked about the world of IF cables, and now I'm talking about me. It's okay to say more." After wiping his hands, he threw the wet wipes into the trash can, and continued, "According to your company, there are In a very different parallel world, I’m so handsome, smart and kind, maybe I’m the big devil in the parallel world. After all, many IF settings in entertainment works are so exaggerated.”

He said these outrageous words purely as a joke. After all, as far as the god name Fukami himself is concerned, the possibility of becoming a great demon king is lower than his own smart score. He is quite concerned about his moral bottom line confident.

"There are indeed parallel worlds with overly exaggerated settings." After a short silence, the system agreed, "But your current character image is running wildly in the direction of the Great Demon King."

"Isn't it necessary to establish a [Villain Association]?" Shenming Fukami said disapprovingly, "The target is the 'YouKnowWho' of the villain organization, and I'm struggling to form a group alone, okay?" He touched the top of his head, Melancholy, "I'm so busy that I worry about my hairline, I'm so tired."

System: "...you are totally enjoying it."

"Because I can't be idle~" The person on the sofa blinked, smiled and folded his hands on his abdomen, "Come on, let's open the new vest."

【Vest loading...】

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[The vest is loaded successfully. 】

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When the deal between Mafia and the black organization at the port was completed and the cargo ship left the dock, a man in a black suit appeared in an alley in a certain town in Tokyo.

He has short curly hair, a white top hat, and a pale complexion. When he walked out of the alleyway in the dark night, his red eyes with cracked lines looked at the bright moon in the sky, cold and without a smile.

The late office worker uncle staggered along the curb with his briefcase in his arms, reeking of alcohol.

The man's expression remained still, and he dodged it with his eyebrows closed; this angered the drunk, a middle-aged man who was so drunk that he even forgot who he was was unreasonable, his face flushed and he shouted: "You dodge...what are you doing? Hiccup, yes... are you looking down on me, you little boy?! Hiccup!"

His eyes were drunk, and he wanted to grab the man's collar with his hand. The belch, which was full of alcohol and bad breath, made people frown.

The man took a few steps back, and there was a flash of gnashing of teeth with impatience in his expression but he had to endure it.

"The face is as white as a dead man..." The drunk man who was pushed away muttered, "Hi!"

"..." The man who turned around and wanted to leave stopped, his vertical pupils enlarged with anger, he slowly twisted his body back, his eyes revealed a fierce look.