The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Something is wrong with this dog.

From the first moment he saw the puppy, Sanzi felt an indescribable strangeness.

Then, the sense of disobedience, the moment she hugged the puppy and touched it, her guess was confirmed.

A puppy's plush coat feels like any other canine.

The temperature, heartbeat, and even the trembling back under the palms are all imitated vividly——

——That's right, it's 'imitation'.

The third son glanced at the wound on the puppy's hind leg. Although it was well concealed, if you look carefully, you can still see the hidden wires and indistinct data under the tendon from the torn red wound. blu ray.

This is a mechanical dog.

As if sensing the clear gaze of the red-haired girl, the white-brown mechanical dog trembled pitifully.

It drooped two long ears, and the wet tip of its nose rubbed against the third son's tiger's mouth as if to please.Then he raised his neck, stared at the girl with only one black eyeball left, and let out a heartbreaking sob from his throat.

The beseeching and hopeless emotions in the eyes are almost beyond those of real animals.

"..."

The third son's eyebrows trembled.

"Hey! Cousin, are you deaf! I didn't hear our elder brother say that the beast..."

On the other side, the black suit who had been ignored for a long time finally couldn't bear to speak.

It's just that before he could finish his swear words, he was stopped by the man in charge, and after being glared at, he swallowed his words in desperation.

Just as the third son was amazed at the suspiciousness of the puppies, the man was also guessing the identity of the jealous girl.

Just ask, what should be the reaction of an ordinary person who is pointed at a gun?

Since joining the gang, the leading man has seen no less than ten expressions.

Although there are some differences, most of the time, their faces are pale, and while repeating "don't hurt me" in a panic, they raise their hands wisely and compromise under the threat of gunpoint.

Of course, there are also idiots trying to prove they can beat bullets.

But in any case, their reaction should definitely not be like the outstanding foreign girl in front of them, who just glanced at them indifferently, then lowered their heads nonchalantly, studying the pup in their arms.

It's as if the weapons in their hands are just discounted toys that can be seen everywhere in children's stores.

The leader in the black suit frowned slightly.

Instead, he put down the gun in his hand, and gestured to his subordinates with a 'be quiet and don't be impatient' gesture.

The red-haired girl's indifferent attitude was too obvious.

In this case, either, the other party is a 'peer' similar to them, or she has no fear of her own force.

The man took a few glances at Sanzi's slender, muscleless limbs, and quickly limited his answer to the first item.

The face of the East... the appearance of this rank——

A thought quickly flashed through the man's mind.

According to the tip, the PortMafia cadres will arrive in New York in an hour.

Could it be that the girl in front of me has a close relationship with that gravity envoy?

He stared at the red-haired girl's facial features that were too delicate to be real, and for a while, all kinds of guesses flew in his mind.For the sake of caution, he still put away his weapon, with a smirk on his face.

"Little girl, no matter who you are, uncle advises you not to meddle in your own business, and hand over that beast to us, and you can leave..."

"Is this dog yours?"

The third son looked down at the wound on the beagle's hind leg for a moment, then asked abruptly.

"……certainly."

The man froze for a second, then sighed helplessly, and said,

"To tell you the truth, this beast was raised by brothers in our organization. Seeing how pitiful it was for a bite of food, I didn't expect that it didn't know how to be grateful, and bit several of our brothers—"

After the little leader at the head finished speaking, he deliberately stopped and looked at the third son with a smile.

Generally speaking, when the conversation reaches this point, anyone who listens with a little sense will follow the steps and return the dog to the original owner.

After all, so what if it's fake?

For a dirty stray dog, to offend the local snakes, in this case, even if you think about it with your toes, you know how to choose.

What's more, if this girl really has something to do with the gravity envoys of Hong Kong and Hei, then she should sell them in a sensible way.

The man is very sure about the next development.

Just as he was planning how to return to his command as soon as possible, he was suddenly interrupted by a series of ferocious dog barks.

"Wow - woof woof!!"

The beagle bared its teeth angrily and howled a few times at the men.

Before the other side could react, it was like a drowning person grabbing the last piece of driftwood, using its injured limbs to hold on to Sanzi's arm, shaking its head vigorously.

"Be quiet."

The red-haired girl patted the puppy's head soothingly, and was about to say something when she suddenly felt a chill on the back of her hand.

Something like water dripped onto her hands.

The third son was startled, subconsciously lowered his head, and found that the beagle, which was baring its teeth ferociously, was crouching in her arms as if resigned to its fate.

Transparent drops of water gathered in its eye sockets, fell along its cheeks, and hit Sanzi's wrists one by one.

... are tears.

"Hey puppy, are you crying?"

Do mechanical dogs shed tears?

The red-haired girl stared at the beagle incredulously.

"Woo... woo woo, woof."

The brown-white mechanical dog didn't speak, but whimpered, shook its head, and stuffed itself into the girl's arms.

"Tsk." The leading man clicked his tongue impatiently.

Calculating the time, the people from Hong Kong and Hei are probably coming soon, and he is not in the mood to watch a beast show his true feelings here.

It doesn't matter if it's the gravity user's little lover, or some other powerful character, if the delay continues, he will be the one to die.

The man put away the fake smile on his face and gave his subordinate a look.

click-

There was a series of sounds of pistols being loaded, and the muzzles of six black holes pointed directly at the red-haired girl in the center.

The man with the gun took two steps forward, and spread his palms towards the third son,

"Okay little girl, the time for playing around is over, hand over that beast honestly, you don't want to go to hell at a young age."

"Hell?" The third son blinked when he heard this.

She changed her mind and put the beagle on her shoulder, letting it grab it by itself, then turned her head and smiled at the black suits,

"Hey, that's right, I know that place very well~"

It doesn't seem to make sense.

The man raised his chin expressionlessly, nodded in the direction of the third son, and ordered in a cold voice,

"Shoot and kill her."

In an instant, gunshots rang out.

*****

At the same time, the headquarters of the Corsican Mafia

"Say it again? What got the thing picked up?"

The senior cadres looked at the people below with a sneer.

I wondered whether his ears were wrong, or these idiots finally rotted their brains, and even made up such a ridiculous reason to perfuse him.

"Do you want to tell me that a dog bypassed the vigilant guards and surveillance like no one else, cracked the password of the safe with its claws and teeth in front of you, and stole two boxes of ammunition?"

The cadre got up from the large chair and walked up to the subordinate who was kneeling and trembling on the ground.

He bent down, stretched out his palm with a metal ring, patted his subordinate's face softly, and said softly,

"I don't care if it's a dog or a cat, I'll give you another 10 minutes. If I don't see that thing on the table...you and those cute little followers can only go to the next hospital to harvest some organs for the benefit of the patients." ,do you know?"

"But, but the dog really took it away! Boss!"

Knowing that he couldn't bring anything back in 10 minutes, the man kneeling on the ground simply smashed the jar and handed over the concealed surveillance video.

Although this will expose evidence of his private laziness, leaving his post without authorization is better than being gutted!

The cadre looked down at the weeping man for a while, then waved to his side.

Soon, a notebook appeared in front of him.

The man wasn't lying, he really was a dog.

The cadre was almost dark-faced. After watching how a young Cavalier Spaniel, like a senior agent, took advantage of the short handover time to avoid all the alarms.

Then he dismantled the two boxes of ammunition into parts, assembled them on himself, wagged his tail, and left the warehouse with a kick.

Damn it... since when do dogs have this ability?

Senior cadres feel that the whole world is not real anymore.

But at this time, the port mafia is about to arrive.

He can't just hold the computer in his hand at that time, happily run to the other person, pat the Hong Kong Hei Gravity Envoy on the shoulder, and tell the other person——

'Hey, what a coincidence, brother, the weapon sold to you was taken away by a puppy, why don't you come back another day? 'Bar!

In the past few years, their relationship with Hong Kong and black has been precarious.

Not to mention, the leader ignored Hong Kong and Hei's warnings several times, and secretly transported the 'sugar pill' into Yokohama...

Originally, a small arms deal did not need to alarm the Gravity Envoy of the Fighting Faction at all.

But now he has come in person, which is enough to show what Hong Kong and black are planning.

At this time, if the deal is screwed up, the high-level cadres will instantly break out in a layer of cold sweat.

"you--!!"

The high-level cadre seemed to have thought of something, suddenly lowered his head, and stared at the man on the ground horribly.

There was no warmth in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead man who was pushed out to block a bullet,

"You guys, take a few more people to the airport. I don't care what method you use, you must temporarily hold back that gravitational force. If the other party asks, you just say—"

"Oh? Just say something?"

A clear and magnetic voice sounded outside the door.

The pupils of the high-level cadres shrank suddenly, turned their heads to look towards the door in horror, and met a pair of cold cobalt blue pupils in despair.

According to the informant, the brown-haired, blue-eyed Gravity Force, who was supposed to have just arrived at the New York airport, was standing in their headquarters building, by the door of the high-level cadre's office, with his hands in his pockets, as if visiting his own backyard.

The members who were supposed to be in charge of early warning and notification were already subdued by the person brought by the other party, and fell unconscious on the ground.

During the whole process, they didn't even hear a little movement.

And their cadres just stood aside quietly like this, I don't know how long they have been listening.

Such combat power...

... it's over.

The high-level cadres of Corsica slumped down on their chairs with ashen faces.

With just one glance, he has already seen the future of his organization's destruction.

……

…………

"how is the situation?"

In the headquarters building full of gunpowder smoke and blood, Zhongya Nakahara took off his hat, brushed off the broken glass on the brim of his hat, and put his hat back on.

The extermination operation not long ago did not disturb the boy's clothes.

If it weren't for the corpse of the enemy still lying under his feet, just looking at the overly gorgeous office furnishings around him, at first glance, he would think that he was in a certain banquet hall at this time.

Next to Nakahara Chuya is the chief seat representing the highest symbol of the Corsican mafia.

But at this time, the person who was supposed to be sitting on it disappeared one step ahead.

"The rest of the remnants have been captured, and all armed forces have been wiped out. As for the leader of Corsica..."

When the reporting subordinate said this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, as if he was trying to suppress the weird expression on his face, and continued flatly,

"The old man was found, and he was hiding in the ventilation pipe in the basement. When we found him, he was entangled with his lover... well, entangled."

Zhongyuan Zhong also paused, turned his head slowly, and couldn't help but repeat it,

"Ventilation pipe? Lover? In this case?"

"Yes, in this case."

The subordinate nodded affirmatively, and together with the gravity user, they showed a complex expression mixed with admiration and shock.

He still doesn't forget to have fun when his death is imminent, so should he be said to be healthy and strong?Still follow instinct.

"..."

The news was so magical that the expression on the face of a certain young gravity user went blank for a moment.

"Cough, Central Plains cadre."

When people reach middle age, the direct subordinates who have seen more "storms" are the first to recover.

He coughed remindingly, and asked: "The leader wants to see you, and said that he is willing to use the formula of 'sugar pill' in exchange for his life."

A recipe for 'sugar pills'?

Zhongyuan Zhong also heard the words, and made no effort to hide the disgusted expression on his face.

It seemed that even at this point, the leader did not understand the reason for the collapse of the organization.

[Yokohama prohibits all drug transactions]

Although this rule sounds good, many foreign cooperative organizations laugh at whether PortMafia is an official justice organization with black and white skins.

But fearing the control of Hong Kong and Hei in that port city and the deterrence of the Gravity Envoy, they still bypassed the Yokohama route.

——Anyway, the country in the Far East does not only have Yokohama as a port city.

Mori Ogai refused this piece of fat. Naturally, organizations in other cities would replace them and swallow the transaction volume released by Yokohama.

But even with such an unspoken iron law, there are always one or two unbelieving organizations that are on the verge of breaking the agreement.

The Corsican Mafia was not the first, but for a long time after that, it should be the last.

...though only temporarily.

"Deal with it."

The cadre with red hair made a gesture of execution coldly, and left the disgusting office without looking back.

Soon, dense gunshots came from the other end of the corridor of the building.

"By the way, Xiaotian, where are our batches, have you found them?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought of his family's missing arms and asked.

Well, although they got the money back a while ago.

Strictly speaking, the ownership of that batch of armaments does not belong to them, but...well, you are here, you have to bring some special products back, right?

"Uh, about that—"

The face of the person in charge of intelligence investigation froze, revealing a strange expression that was indistinguishable from that of the previous colleague who reported 'finding the hostile leader in the ventilation duct'.

Zhongyuan Zhongye paused: his eyes were complicated: "...Don't tell me, it is also in the ventilation pipe, entangled with some strange things."

"No, not that."

The intelligence officer maintained the expression of 'witnessing a miracle' and said, "According to our investigation, that batch of arms was indeed robbed by a dog."

... by a what?dog?

Nakahara Chuya's head froze accidentally, and before he could finish digesting the news, he heard his subordinate add in a more wonderful voice,

"But the good news is that the dog was found, at the New York Tech Convention Center."

"The bad news is that it was brought into the New York Science and Technology Convention and Exhibition Center by your acquaintance."

Nakahara Chuya's eyelids twitched: "..."

When the red-haired boy thought of a "business trip", a mission mentioned by a ghost messenger girl from the red side, a hint of ominous premonition came to his mind in vain.

... No, it can't be such a coincidence.

This is New York, and that guy is the ghost of Neon Hell, so he can't control here.

That's right, it's absolutely impossible to be such a coincidence...

Zhong Yuanzhong also calmly convinced himself.

Then when he arrived at the New York Convention and Exhibition Center, in what was said to be the largest space rocket transport armored vehicle in human history,

When I met a red-haired girl who was trying to find a switch by the scruff of a stuffed dog, the calmness on her face suddenly shattered.

This is not the most exciting --

Obviously, the red-haired girl's suspected behavior of abusing the dog attracted the stop of the righteous passer-by father and son.

"Stop it, sister! You can't treat Dong like this...huh???"

"Ah? Aren't you the third sister?!"

The red-haired girl turned her head and met two old acquaintances, father and son, one big and one small.

At the same time, Yusaku Kudo turned his eyes with a frozen expression, and happened to see Nakahara Chuya who was half a meter away from the third son.

Then, the stiff expression on the black-haired novelist's face was also shattered.

silence.

In the silent silence between each other, only the third son raised his hand in surprise, looking at them with emerald eyes shining brightly, and greeted them excitedly,

"Hehe~! Sensei Nakahara, Mr. Kudo, what a coincidence, we meet again hahahahahaha!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Yusaku Kudo: "..."

The red-haired girl's laughter was like a small hammer, and it slammed on the head of Nakahara Nakaya and Kudo Yusaku who were sluggish.

The two men suddenly came back to their senses, and immediately stepped forward, one grabbed the third son's hand, the other grabbed his own son's back collar, and said in unison——

"It's too late, third son, let's leave first!"

"Go, Shinichi, it's unlucky here!"

Sanzi & Shinichi: "Huh?"