Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

[Tokyo time, April 6, 2003, at 7:00 p.m., a gas pipe explosion occurred in the [——] nightclub at 172-1053 Okawa-cho, Shinjuku-ku, Tokyo. At the same time, three merchants around the nightclub also suffered operating accidents of varying degrees. , a serious rear-end collision occurred on Xinchuan Road, the Gaoqiao Police Department of the Police Department stated on the matter——]

Beep.

Yuan Zhisheng turned off the car radio, and the windbreaker on his body made a small friction sound with the Bentayga air seat. He sat back in his seat and crossed his arms with his chest, and the long black knife was also close to his chest.

There were several people besides him in the car, but no one dared to speak at this moment.

Apart from the sound of breathing, there were only discussions coming from passers-by outside the car and the traffic policeman shouting with a dry throat.

"The rear-end collision was serious, wasn't it?"

A sudden sentence broke the silence, and several people who were breathing heavily took the opportunity to catch their breath and hurriedly replied.

"Yes, Director, it will probably be difficult for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black who spoke received vague admiration from the other people.

Dare to speak in this situation, a ruthless person, indeed a ruthless person!

There was no visible reaction from Yuan Zhisheng in the passenger seat. His soft words as he looked out the window made everyone present feel like they were falling into an ice cave.

"So, this is why our companions sent out the most urgent red signal for help, while we waited in the driveway to listen to the radio?"

“Private Marseille with red bean paste!”

The person who spoke before was immediately frightened, turned around with humiliation, bowed his head, and apologized loudly. The other people were also sitting upright.

"I'm not blaming you. This car accident, as well as the sudden accidents and conflicts in those stores, were obviously prepared by the enemy. Why are you apologizing?"

"However, I do feel a little angry because -"

He said he was angry, but there was still no emotion in Yuan Zhisheng's voice. He just put his hand on the door handle on the side of the car and opened it.

"Since the other party has prepared so much, it means that our colleagues are extremely dangerous at the moment. Since you have judged that you cannot drive there, don't you think you should immediately open the car door and run to gather at the destination?"

Yuan Zhisheng broke off the car handle again.

"Now, it's like this."

There was a dead silence. Not to mention breathing, they almost put their little tongues into their lungs and couldn't make a sound even if they wanted to speak.

"In fact, you are all experienced execution department specialists, and you can still react to this kind of thing. You were just in the same car with me, and you didn't act immediately because you were worried about offending me, right?"

Several people's heads were lowered.

"It is your freedom to respect your superiors above the lives of your companions. I will not continue to preach. I am not good at this either. But -"

Yuan Zhisheng paused for a moment.

"Generally speaking, I wouldn't consider a commissioner who can't even save his companions to be valuable."

The silence was followed by feelings of shame and anger. The two people in the back seat clenched their fists so tightly that they almost tore their pants. When they regained consciousness, they hurriedly put their hands on the handle and tried to rush out of the door.

"Forget it now, I've received the news."

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the flashing crowd outside the window, and his eyes softened, not as cold as that.

"Encountered fierce ghosts and dragon kings head-on, and once captured them alive. Even though the opponent had already set up a trap, everyone survived in the opponent's home court."

"Even if the backup follows up, we may be able to seize the opportunity to cut off the bad relationship between the fierce ghosts and the Sheqi family."

Speaking of this, Yuan Zhisheng's mouth twitched slightly at an angle that the others couldn't see.

"I need to be responsible for the backup."

Eh. I guess I will be scolded by my dad later.

".But put that aside for now——"

"The newcomers who debuted today seemed to be very active in this mission. They almost suppressed the opponent's general independently for a time. As seniors, don't have any strange thoughts - help me use this sentence to knock other guys."

"Yes!"*3

Yuan Zhisheng hummed, then closed his mouth again and glanced at the car handle next to him.

Several other people glanced at each other secretly, and the person who spoke before mustered up the courage to speak again.

"It's really amazing that she encountered such a big event when she debuted, and she managed to achieve success smoothly. Two people from the executive bureau have been appointed in a row within a few decades. To celebrate the award, the bureau will also hold a banquet for her, right?"

Others may not know it, but the Executive Directorate certainly understands the value of Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others.

Director Yuan Zhisheng was evaluated as - [Using extraordinary strength to pull the Executive Bureau into the strongest organization in the society in a short period of time] It sounds good, but in other words, isn't it that the Executive Bureau combined is not as good as the Director alone?

Before he appeared, let alone the Dragon King of the Fierce Ghosts, even the Dragon Horse Xiang Chariot and his ilk had not made any achievements in the Executive Bureau for several years.

Although the people in the executive board are arrogant, they are more in awe of the strong, whether it is the monsters occupying the chess positions among the fierce ghosts, or those who can easily kill them——

An even more brutal monster!

"indeed."

Yuan Zhisheng leaned his shoulder against the glass window and said in a calm tone.

"Not only the executive bureau, but also the family is very happy because there is a little monster who is suspected to be as famous as me. He is clamoring to make the secret party look good. There is a family meeting just now. At least I plan to take this opportunity to introduce her. of."

After all, he is the one who will take over from me in the future.

The other people in the car didn't know what Yuan Zhisheng was thinking, and they all praised their boss, Corporal Li Xian. Some people also remembered that the legendary team that "escaped intact" in the report was now missing, so they asked.

"them?"

Yuan Zhisheng happened to be looking at his mobile phone.

Inside is the electronic version of the mission report sent by Sakura Sakura. It is very detailed, but easy to understand. Sakura Sakura has been with him for a while, and Minamoto will never doubt her secretary in this regard.

However, there is a paragraph at the end of the report that does not fit Sakura Sakura's rigorous writing style at all. It looks like it was typed by a crow or a yaksha.

【mission completed! We took the great hero to have dinner. If there is a celebration banquet, please inform us three working days in advance. Thank you! 】

"These guys."

He chuckled twice and shook his head.

Tsk, neither big nor small.

*

Bunkyo Ward, National University of Tokyo backdoor food court.

The heat rising from the cooking noodles blurred the camouflage, and the sounds of people's conversations spread to the sky. The bone broth that has been cooked for a long time and has a strong aroma is tumbling, and there is no clear and thick meat color to soak the ingredients and plain white noodles. The water vapor forms bubbles on the surface and then bursts.

In front of a ramen cart, four people, two men and two women, were sitting in rows in front of a brown wooden table, smelling the aroma and listening to the sound, showing their torture.

"Anosa."

A man among the customers put his chin on his palm and spoke inarticulately.

His hair was messy and he looked dusty, like a beggar wandering the streets holding an iron bowl.

"Although it's good to celebrate the completion of the mission, why do we come to Bunkyo Ward? We were in Shinjuku just now, right?"

"Hehe, Senior Yasha, let me tell you a secret, Shinjuku and Bunkyo are bordering each other! - Oh, by the way, Master Yue, put more chili pepper!"

"Okay!"

The girl among the customers raised her butt slightly and left her seat. She was watching the ramen struggling in the soup while responding to the questions from her companions. She looked eager to try.

"It's a secret. Everyone knows about it. What I want to ask is why you have to go so far—"

"Don't ask Yasha, it's obviously to stay away from the battlefield. We just committed such a big thing in Shinjuku District and the fierce ghosts are probably waiting for an opportunity to retaliate. Bunkyo District borders Shinjuku District, but there is a distance for the time being, and the underworld industry here has relatively little action. It’s not convenient to get up, so be it Fujimaru.”

The man with the eyes interrupted to explain, taking off his glasses and wiping off the fog.

"Huh? Ah, yes, yes."

The girl was stunned for a moment and then nodded hastily. She saw that her face was almost healed.

Of course, these four people are naturally the team that "miraculously survived" in the report of the Eight Sheqi Family.

An hour ago, they had a head-on conflict with a terrorist organization called the Fierce Demons in a Russian nightclub in Shinjuku. With just four people, they killed more than a dozen people on the other side and almost captured the main general alive. No one was injured in the explosion and walked out of the scene.

Now, they are looking for a place to sit down at the food court at the back entrance of National University of Tokyo and prepare to eat ramen.

It is indeed true that food is the most important thing for the people.

"After all, it's a shame we survived."

Yasha was so hungry that he could no longer place the hand holding his face steady, so he simply drooped his shoulders, leaned his chin on the table and opened his mouth.

"It's all because of Fujimaru's kick. My [I Love Tokyo] shirt was almost ripped open."

Crow tugged at his tattered black shirt. In fact, the four of them were similar. The clothes were either scratched or had holes and dust on them, making them look like survivors who had just survived an earthquake in the mine.

Eh? In fact, it’s almost the same, right?

"咩咩咩咩~"

Fujimaru Ritsuka finally felt embarrassed. She held the back of her head with her hands and smiled playfully, intending to apologize, but unfortunately her eyes never left the boiling hot soup.

——How hungry is this person?

The crow and the yaksha said this speechlessly with their dead fish eyes.

"Huhehe"

Misbuki Sakura also smiled, slightly different from her usual inorganic and perfunctory smile, with a bit of warmth. But unlike Crow and Yaksha, she actually still has some doubts about the survival of the four of them.

Crow and Yasha didn't see it because they were kicked out directly, but she who stayed in the center of the lobby clearly saw——

When the top floor was blasted, not only the chandelier fell, but also a tall and blurry black shadow.

There is no doubt that that is the culprit of the explosion. If nothing else, he should be a member of the Fierce Ghosts, who came to support the retreat of the Fierce Ghost Dragon King.

But the problem is that she clearly saw that the fierce ghost dragon king did not need rescue at all. The moment the explosion came, he who was originally weak and half-kneeling on the ground stood up like a normal person.

There is only one possibility that can explain this anomaly.

They had no intention of killing us, or Fujimaru Ritsuka, from the beginning. This was the answer that Misubuki Sakura could think of.

Instead of killing her, he specifically tested the possibility that Ritsuka might be an extremely special being to the fierce ghosts and valuable to them, so he was unwilling to kill her.

Do you want to include this in the report?

If it is reported, the young master will ignore it. Some people above are already enthusiastic about this super hybrid that is not a direct line of the family. They only let the young master take responsibility because the case cannot be replicated. If on this basis they still know that the fierce ghost If everyone is keeping an eye on him.

The girl's face was reflected in Misuki Sakura's slightly blue eyes, as calm as the surface of a lake that had never wavered.

Misbuki Sakura is a very smart and cold person.

She doesn't put down too many things in her eyes, and the benchmarks for defining things are also very vague.

At this time, she remembered the bloody history between the fierce ghosts and the Sheqi Eighth Family told by the parents of her family. She recalled the days when she was looked down upon by people in the Sheqi Eighth Family before she was pulled into the team by Yuan Zhisheng. She also thought of that time. Under the deafening roar and the overwhelming debris and heavy objects, in addition to the evil enemies of the fierce ghosts, she also saw——

The red-haired girl turned her back to the exit, facing death and her outstretched arms.

Misbuki Sakura closed her eyes for a moment.

This is not a Mary Sue novel. Misbuki Sakura believed that she was absolutely wrong just because someone saved her life, so she chose to help her hide it from her superiors and deceive her.

but.

Then again, this operation has proved that there is a mole within the Sheqi Eight Family. Maybe it is not good news to pass this news out, and it may even cause the mole to interfere with it.

Moreover, it cannot be ruled out that I was wrong, Ms. Sakura thought carefully.

When Misubuki Sakura opened her eyes again, she couldn't help but look in the direction of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Are you hungry, Miss Sakura? Why don't you eat some edamame first?"

The girl noticed that she looked back. She had clearly just experienced an embarrassing battle, but her passionate face was still as young and white as egg whites. The corners of her mouth seemed to never fall. She grabbed the edge of the chair with both hands and her body slightly Shaking imperceptibly, squinting his eyes to reveal a contented expression.

Misbuki Sakura picked up the edamame soaked in water from the ceramic butterfly in front of her with chopsticks and put it into her mouth.

"It tastes very good."

"Yeah, right~"

Next time, definitely next time.

"Speaking of which, at the end of this mission, Fujimaru, you should receive a considerable reward."

In front of the ramen cart, Crow also took a bite of edamame and suddenly spoke as if he remembered something.

"Although my family is quite xenophobic and arrogant, to be honest, they are also very simple. Japanese people like violence, or overwhelming power, and you have fully satisfied their requirements in this regard."

"Although it's a bit strange for me to say this from my position, if a parent from the Eight Families tries to win over you in private, don't just run away with them. There's something wrong there. I can't say."

Fujimaru Ritsuka: "?"

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ps: After I was convinced, I found out that Qidian.com, the website that publishes articles, could not recognize the symbol "" and it disappeared directly. The dialogues of the characters in the first dozen chapters turned out to be messy (to be honest, because I felt that the heroine's article was in 7 There is no market at all, and I don’t pay much attention to the situation here.) I have modified it one by one for a long time, fuck.

ps2: I seem to have seen someone asking whether this book is a marriage or a lily, that is, asking the cp question of this book. My answer is very simple, Chu Xia Kai Nuo Lu Ling - do you think I would say that! ! Of course, they all belong to me, the Chaldean Emperor, regardless of gender! ! (completely crazy)

To put it more seriously, the women are either lily or comrade-in-arms, and the men are all in the comrade-in-arms direction. It depends on how it feels to be written or not. I haven't thought about it for the time being, and this will not affect the plot direction.