On the Possibility of Zai He with Black Time

The leading war that reshuffled the entire underground forces in Yokohama had just ended, and as a result, there were still many potholes and bullet marks on the surface that had affected here. Reflected on it, a cold white moonlight was reflected.

In the middle of the night, only the salty sea breeze could be heard faintly crying in my ears.

Looking at the entire Warehouse Street, it is as quiet as a forgotten grave.

Walking in the lonely scene everywhere, Shuang Ye's figure turned into a white ghost, and silently got into an old warehouse with a slightly smaller layout.

Although the metaphor is 'ghost', it may be more appropriate to say 'Death', because she came here tonight to do the work of harvesting death.

The four sides of the old warehouse are dark gray cement walls, and scrapped machine parts are piled up in the corners, exuding a pungent and unpleasant smell of engine oil.

Frost Leaf nimbly jumped on several iron boxes. When she was suspended in the air at the highest point, the piano wire thrown from her wrist wrapped around the ceiling beams with great precision. With the help of the strength from the supporting point, she An upside-down in the air and it landed on top.

The hem of the windbreaker fell down lightly in response to gravity, like a dead leaf falling to the ground, without splashing a speck of dust during the whole process.

If anyone here noticed what she did next, she might be surprised—because she lay directly on the piano wire she wrapped between two beams.

What is surprising is that such a slender piano wire can bear the weight of a person. In fact, this weapon, which was used as a military assassination tool, has excellent flexibility and ductility, and can bear a maximum tension of 300kg. So people in the know don't think it's surprising.

What really astonishes her is her amazingly perfect balance.

Shuang Ye, who was lying freely on a hanging chair, leaned back against her weapon, crossed her legs, and lazily raised her hands and yawned.

"Although it's almost the same routine every time I work, staying up late is really a woman's natural enemy..."

While waiting tediously, Shuangye reconfirmed the position of each of her weapons.

She is best at using piano wires, which are generally used for cutting attacks, restraining enemies, or various auxiliary actions, which can easily cut off the skin, throat, and blood vessels of the human body.If you pluck the strings with your hands, you can also listen to a pleasant treble.

In addition, there are a pair of Silverballers placed in the holsters. These are two custom-made semi-automatic silencer pistols. The barrels are silver-plated throughout, and even the rifling barrels are shining silvery white.The cold metal gun has both the coolness of a murder weapon and the elegance of silverware, but she does not usually have the opportunity to use this pair of weapons.

It is more like some kind of spiritual symbol. As long as it is there, when Frost Leaf is walking alone in the dark night, there will be a feeling that someone who is used to using double guns will always be by his side.

Shuangye couldn't help but feel at ease from the cold and hard touch of the gun barrel through the glove.

After taking a long breath, she finally settled down with her whole mind, observing the direction of her feet with her eyes, and patiently waiting for the prey to come to the door.

The target person this time is a member of the port Mafia.

But this person is not a loyal core member. He secretly colludes with the forces under the jurisdiction of the employer, and secretly sells some smuggled goods collected by Hong Kong gangsters from various places to the employer at a very low price. Sometimes they are made abroad. Guns and weapons are sometimes illegal drugs that cannot be circulated on the market, and sometimes they are antique collections and artworks that have flown into the country from abroad. A considerable part of the commission earned from them is used to fill his own pockets.

In fact, it is very simple to want a person to betray. Money, status, fame, women, family members, as long as the above elements are given enough sincerity, then it is not difficult for people to rebel. Interests are enough to gradually blind a person's fear of being retaliated.

However, the nature of the entrustment that Shuangye took over was closer to cleaning up for the employer.

The employer learned from the inherent news channels that this relationship has recently shown signs of being exposed, so the target person became a discarded chess piece, and before he was implicated by someone else, he quickly found the killer to attack him first. silence.

It stands to reason that such secrets, as the hired killer, should not know. However, apart from accepting the basic information given by the employer, Shuangye also has the habit of actively investigating the identity of the target person. By providing her with access at the right time, some information that was originally impossible to obtain became no longer transparent in her eyes.

Because of this, Shuang Ye chose to appear here tonight after considering all intelligence considerations.

Facing the last life-saving rope hanging in front of his eyes, the other party must come to the banquet.

At 1:20 in the morning, the night has dispersed like thick ink.

Riding on the whistling evening wind, the man who left in a hurry in the cafe that day pushed open the old warehouse door as promised.He hugged the goods in his arms tightly, and a thick black shadow caressed lovingly across his face, reflecting his somewhat nervous and broken expression when he was forced to the edge of the cliff.

"Mr. Tang Chuan! Someone above seems to have found out about me. They have been staring at me for the past few days. I really can't bear it anymore--I said yes, after finishing this last vote, you will Arrange an identity for me..."

As soon as he came in, he yelled at the dark old warehouse, and for a moment he didn't realize the fact that there was no one in front of him.It wasn't until a full minute that the empty old warehouse was filled with only his own echoes, that he belatedly felt a coldness rushing up from the soles of his feet.

"Tang, Chuan, sir...?"

The man stiffly called out the employer's name, but the silent air gave him even more fearful feelings. The strange breath climbed up the man's back like maggots, making his legs almost weak And kneel down.

Just when he could no longer bear the weird silence in front of him and turned his head to escape, a piano wire with a silver texture suddenly danced under the moonlight.

Unable to resist at all, and before he even had time to take out the gun in his pocket, a long and narrow line of blood suddenly appeared on the man's neck, and within a second, a circle of scalding hot blood spattered from the wound .

"Ho...ho..." The man covered his throat, and made a disjointed voice intermittently, and then fell to the ground like a small mountain, splashing dust all over the ground.

The black-haired girl who finished her work perfectly once again walked out of the darkness slowly. The white windbreaker on her body was still spotless, which formed a sharp contrast with the shocking red on the ground.

"You must catch up on sleep when you go back..." Shuang Ye, who was crying, took off her white silk gloves while talking, and took out her mobile phone to send a message to Lin Ye, "Mission completed." Ps: Don't lock the door tonight, I'm going to sleep on your email.

The screen emitting a bright blue light illuminated her sleepy face in the pitch blackness. After seeing the message "delivered", Shuang Ye took back the phone and looked at the corpse at her feet.

Her silver-blue eyes merged with the color of the night at this moment, like a ray of dark clouds covering the bright moon in the sky, so drowsy that she couldn't see her true emotions.

After a while, she shifted her gaze and walked towards the door.

But at this moment, the accident happened suddenly.

The dilapidated iron door of the warehouse was suddenly kicked open by someone outside like a missile fired from a gun.

At the same time as this situation happened, Shuang Ye quickly dodged into the side bunker relying on her keen reaction nerves, leaning her back against the metal box, listening to the movement at the door with bated breath.

"Horiki, don't make unnecessary resistance, you should know exactly what the fate of the traitor will be - do you want to lie obediently on the stone steps by yourself, or be kicked by me personally?"

The young man who broke in with his subordinates pressed his hat and waved away the thick dust in the air violently. However, when the smoke cleared and he saw the tragic scene on the ground, he couldn't help but pause slightly.

"Tsk... dead."

The boy smacked his tongue, and in his low tone, he couldn't tell whether it was anger at the murder of the traitor, regret for not being able to personally punish him, or something more complicated.

Shuang Ye just hid behind the box, judging the current situation only by her ears, and didn't try to take the risk to observe the situation on the scene - because sometimes if she meets a really sharp person, a line of sight is enough to easily expose herself.

Through the sound of breathing from the scene, Shuangye quickly integrated the other party's information in her heart.

Five...six, people from Port Mafia.

Since Shuangye chose to be a killer, she naturally wouldn't be afraid of anyone's revenge, even gangsters or other dangerous organizations. In fact, there were a lot of enemies who hated her, otherwise the apartment wouldn't be bombed from time to time.

It's just that this timing was too coincidental, Shuang Ye lowered her eyes slightly.

Either Mafia at the port has been plotting for a long time, intending to draw out the enemy organization when the traitor meets with people, and it will be over in one go, or someone has revealed tonight's information...

But no matter which guess it was, Shuangye didn't want to bother.

Because she doesn't want to work overtime.

With supernatural powers, she can isolate thermal detectors and become invisible. As long as she stays quiet and doesn't make a sound, and wait for the gangsters to finish searching the warehouse, she can...

Before she could finish sorting out her thoughts, a burst of wild laughter and the ringtone of her mobile phone suddenly pierced the air.

Frost Leaf: "..."

"Who is hiding there?!"

Accompanied by this violent shout, a hail of bullets suddenly hit from the opposite side, and Shuang Ye immediately rolled on the spot to avoid the attack.

The tin box left at the position where she was standing just now was shot by the messy bullets, and instantly became tattered and disintegrated into sharp iron filings all over the floor.

However, Shuangye didn't even look at the residue behind her. Avoiding the gap of the barrage, she lowered her head and took out the mobile phone in her pocket, and opened the email that put her in such a dangerous situation.

[IZAYA: Okay, do you want me to wait for you to come back? Ps: Speaking of which, I quietly set a new ringtone for you yesterday, isn’t it good? ]

Frost Leaf: "..."

Orihara Linya, when she goes back tonight, she must let you know what it means to really step on the phone:)

In the middle of the night, this middle-aged man in white was still sitting on his black leather office chair, resting on one hand, browsing with interest the document in his hand that was anonymously provided by an enthusiastic person.

At the same time, behind him stood two guards in black suits. They waited beside him expressionlessly like a sculpture. Unwavering tenacity even with young girls.

"Did even Shuanghei lose... This is really an incredible character."

The mobile phone placed on the table had reported to him the information from his capable subordinates in the form of loudspeaker just one minute ago.

He murmured lowly.

The window at the back was blocked by electricity, turning into a dusty wall. At this moment, only the desk lamp on the mahogany table still casts light on Mori Ogai's face. A clear silhouette.

This silhouette is as deep as night, and if need be, it can be transformed into a nightmare that everyone fears.

But the incarnation of Nightmare was entangled by a young girl who was not taller than his waist.

"Hey, Rintaro, hey, how long will it take before you can sleep?"

The blonde girl was wearing a dark red dress, and the wavy skirt was as beautiful as blooming petals.Her appearance was as lovely as an angel depicted in a Western oil painting, but her tone of voice was full of arrogance and dissatisfaction, but she was not at all worried that the person in front of her would punish her for it.

If other people had spoken to Mori Ogai in such a tone, the other party's body might have appeared in the waste treatment plant the next day.

The author has something to say: The first day Dazai left, I missed him.

The day after Dazai left, I missed him.

On the third day after Dazai left, I thought... (give me a mouthful)

_(:з」∠)_I originally wanted to take him out for a show later, but it made me lose my word count again. What a sinful man

↓ I was beaten yesterday for not updating QAQ!

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

7 bottles of Goose Book in the Cloud; 3 bottles of Broken Milk Fruit☆;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!