Why should I clean up

"Brother, this is the information pried out of this kid's mouth."

In a closed room, a blood man was tied to a chair.

He seemed to have been dead for a long time, the dark red blood was coagulated on the suit, and the mouse at his feet ran over and bit his trousers lightly.

"The port mafia already knows where we traded, and the leader of the team is the black-haired boy from last time."

A thick stack of documents was randomly thrown on the table, and Gin smoked, staring at the photo above, with a gloomy expression under the shadows.

The silent atmosphere stagnated the silent air. Vodka glanced at the black-haired youth standing in the corner holding a sniper rifle, and finally couldn't hold back his curiosity: "That's it?"

"Chablis, the new sniper from above." Qin Jiu's voice was low, and the words fell into a short echo.

It was only then that Vodka realized that Chianti had other missions. He nodded with half understanding, and looked away after finding that the young man called Chablis didn't intend to say hello.

The darkness was mixed with the smell of strong wine and blood, and in such a low air pressure, Gin suddenly grinned.

Those dark green pupils moved slowly, and when he caught a silvery-white figure on the photo, Gin pressed the cigarette in his hand on the hard-won information.

"Takigawa Yuichi." He said slowly in a deep and cold voice, "This is their real person in charge."

The raindrops outside the window fell rapidly, slapping the closed glass irregularly.

Liudao Mukui——no, it should be called Chabli now, his calm gaze swept around, and quickly matched the code name with the opponent's face.

What a rare find.

Peng Lie asked Coulom to investigate this organization before, but with the actions of Brandeso, the task was temporarily put on hold.

"Ah, that child." Belmode stood in the corner, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes when he heard the name, "That child is as difficult to deal with as a wild dog. Better stay away."

[Predator] - this is the nickname given to Takigawa Yuichi by the people in the other world.

Unlike most power users, Takigawa Yuichi's power can only be activated when it comes into contact with the opponent.

Belmode had seen the other party from a distance in the port before. Although she only passed by briefly during the mission, the young man who was facing the artillery fire suddenly turned his head as if he had sensed something.

Takigawa Yuichi's eyes are extremely light purple, and when he is not smiling, he reveals a sense of indifference and alienation.He stared at her expressionlessly, his every move elusive.

Even though there was a distance of tens of meters, it seemed that he would appear behind her in the next second.

Belmode clenched the gun in his hand almost subconsciously, but the other party slightly bent the corner of his lower lip at this moment.

[Miss]

The boy put his hands in his pockets, opened and closed his thin lips, and issued a warning calmly.

[Please stay away from Yokohama]

If you are not careful, you will be killed.

Belmode said for sure, without doubting this.

Qin Jiu stared at her for a while, then looked away for a while.

He let out a cold snort and swallowed his last sip of whiskey.

"Come on, newcomer."

The heavy iron door was closed, and as the three left, Belmode glanced at his colleagues who had been hiding in the shadows.

The blond man lowered his eyes and leaned against the window, as if he had something on his mind.

Belmode raised his eyebrows:

"Why don't you talk, Bourbon?"

[8:00p.m]

boom--

The rugged and winding mountain road was half built, and the soil was wet after the rain, and the air became more humid as it went up.

The fast-moving car knocked over the warning sign of [Forbidden Ahead], and Yuichi Takikawa sat in the passenger cab, unhurriedly replying to Koyo Ozaki's message.

Ten minutes ago, they surrounded the lacquered red warehouse used for trading as planned.With the advantage of numbers, the port mafia easily gained the upper hand.

It went dubiously well.

"Brother, what are you going to do next?" The howling wind blew past his ears, and Vodka held the steering wheel with a slightly nervous expression.

Gin didn't speak, his cold eyes caught the black Barrett/special/□□through the rearview mirror.

"Chablis, is your hand broken?" The man's speech was not fast, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his deep, smoky voice.

Liudao Mu was silent, and after imitating the scene of piercing the opponent's head with a trident in his mind, he reluctantly got up from the back seat.

"understood."

The muzzle of the black gun was aimed at the light in the distance, and Liu Dao Mu narrowed one eye, biting the hard candy specially brought by the character in his mouth.

One shot.

Takigawa Yu glanced at the bullet that brushed his cheek, and replied to Ozaki Koyo's letter without paying much attention.

[Sorry, I can't find the place where the text message was sent at the moment]

In other words, the opponent has excellent anti-reconnaissance capabilities.

Takigawa Yuu frowned and put away the phone.

If it is the enemy, why send such a text message?

No, the point should be...

Takigawa Yuuichi was taken aback.

"left!"

The boy issued an order suddenly, the tires of the car rubbed against the mountain, and the collided body brought out a series of flames.

Takikawa Yuichi indifferently unbuckled his seat belt, turned around and fired a shot at the imperceptible dirt pit in the middle of the road.

The bomb/bomb planted in advance was activated, and there was a loud bang.

really.

Although he didn't know who was on the other end of the text message, the real purpose of the text message was to remind him that the operation of the port mafia was no longer a secret.

"Hahahahahaha——"

The co-pilot suddenly let out a series of laughs.

Takigawa Yuichi's blood was boiling, and his eyes were fixed on the Porsche in front of him.

"Dazai." He lowered his voice, and stepped on the debris of the windshield, "Cheer up, we will be serious next time."

The boy's long hair was blown by the howling wind, and coldness and madness appeared in his usually gentle eyes.

Dazai stared at him for a while before looking away.

"Oh, what a hassle." Although he complained like that, Dazai seemed to be in a good mood.

He curled his lips, and the next turn actually shortened the distance by more than ten meters.

The light from the headlights cast aggressively, the gin shook off a chunk of soot, and the ice in his eyes condensed into murderous intent.

He warned in a deep voice: "Chablis, the organization did not ask you to come here as a waste."

The bullet penetrated the lighthouse on the top of the mountain, and Rokudo Mukuro's unexpected move plunged the entire mountain into darkness.

Vodka was taken aback, and the sudden steering made the tires rub against the ground harshly.

Borrowing the faint moonlight, Liudaokui and the boy standing on the roof of the car exchanged glances and reached a tacit consensus.

According to the plan, he should at least shoot Dazai once.

But obviously, Gin has understood who is behind the scenes of this action.

The trigger was pulled silently in the night, and the teenager in the scope was also holding the gun, without any intention of avoiding it.

Takigawa Yu glanced at his shoulder that was penetrated, and raised his hand not too concerned.

The effective range of 50 meters, the airflow and light that are not conducive to shooting at all - in this chase game, everything is unknown.

【"Don't worry about it, anyway, I'm only going to step on the gas pedal and rush forward."】

Wearing a police uniform, Matsuda Jinpei gave a thumbs up triumphantly. With a short memory, Takigawa Yuyi blew up the rear tire of the car one by one.

The entire Porsche slammed into the guardrail out of control, leaving several horrific black scratches on the asphalt.

There is no way ahead.

The real Chablis had long since died in the hands of Yuichi Takigawa.Then, the last step for Liudao Mukui to gain the other party's trust is to explain his outrageous stroke operation, and to put aside his relationship with the port mafia.

Takigawa Yuichi fired again in the morning mist covering the top of the mountain.

"Dazai." The boy raised the corners of his lips with great interest and said, "Press the accelerator to the bottom."

The violent impact dented the car door, and along with the fierce gun battle, Takikawa Yuichi wrapped the broken seat belt around his hand twice.

"—I'm going to knock 'em off."