I'm such a big son

Koyo Ozaki left the scene quickly after leaving a high-energy reminder.The drunk Miss Rimbaud is really scary, her hormones explode, and her attack range is huge and even gender-neutral.

In contrast, yesterday's behavior of patting the table and calling the leader an idiot seemed so refreshing.

It is true that Europeans drink too much.I drank either alcohol mixed with water or water mixed with alcohol. It has been tested and completely tolerated the "water of life" that has a higher concentration of alcohol than medical use...

It is completely "the water of death"!

She took out a small handkerchief and wiped off the cold sweat that was frightened by Miss Rimbaud just now, opened the umbrella and walked slowly in the night wind for a while, then closed the umbrella and stood quietly by the road, and quickly got into the low-key black car and left.

"What should I do? Just let her walk around like this?"

The three teenagers stood in a row, watching Miss Hongye walk away, and looked at each other again.

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but put forward this very constructive suggestion, and the remaining two made distressed expressions at the same time.

"Stop... definitely can't be stopped, just, just follow, maybe she will get sleepy after a while?"

Oda Sakunosuke, who was holding his coat and hat, felt a bit of a toothache. The boss in this state does not seem to be able to reason at all!

Just as he was thinking wildly, the long-haired woman in front suddenly turned her head and came back to him. She took the coat with one hand and threw it on her shoulder, and with the other hand, she held the hat on her head and walked quickly in another direction.

She loosened the tie and unbuttoned it just now, the neckline is loose, making one wish to become the tie that hangs loosely in front of the snow-colored skin.

"Lan, Miss Rimbaud!"

The three people left behind by her rushed to catch up without caring about the others. A drunk woman was walking on the road in the middle of the night, please leave a way for the "gentlemen" to survive!

Before they could catch up, there appeared in front of Rimbaud a few unscrupulous teenagers wearing flowery T-shirts and big pants who burned the nose of the plane.

"Miss, it's dangerous to be alone in the middle of the night ~ let us escort you?"

This foreign girl is really too hot, and she can sell it for a good price if she has a good time.Seeing her walking outside in disheveled clothes at such a late hour, maybe something happened just now hehehehehe...

Rimbaud raised his hand and brushed his hair. With this movement, he could vaguely see the round curve along the neckline of the shirt.The nosebleeds of a few gangsters were about to spurt out, and she only heard a half-smile "Oh?": "Want to play with me? I'm afraid you can't afford it..."

With a low voice and a few breaths, she is more dangerous than the siren.

The hooligans squeezed a few steps forward without knowing what to do, and before reaching out to touch the woman in front of them, there was a severe dull pain in the back of the head accompanied by the angry scolding of the young man not far away-the head almost cracked the concrete floor.

Rimbaud kicked the leading gangster over, stepped on the man's back, and slowly bent his arm backwards condescendingly: "Which hand did you plan to touch me just now?"

"No, no, no! Eldest sister, we were wrong!"

The gangsters yelled for mercy, and a few guys who were thrown out sneakily took out wooden sticks hidden in the dark alley in an attempt to go around Rimbaud's back and sneak attack, and the stronger force directly pushed them into the dirt.

A small orange-haired boy with a nose that wasn't a nose and eyes that were not eyes was looking viciously at this side, and beside him stood a tall boy with black hair who also had malicious intentions.

The gangster leader was still lying on the ground and howling, Rimbaud grabbed his arms and toes and turned him over, changed his footing and continued to step on this guy: "Do you still want to play with Big Sister? Do you want Big Sister?" Directly help to crush your xx?"

The gangster struggled for a while, his face flushed instantly, and he stammered: "People, people..." People are shy!

As he spoke, bright red nosebleeds gushed out from under his nose, looking as if a major artery had been cut.

Rimbaud exerted force on his hand, and "clicked" one of his arms. The bastard's blushing face turned pale. She threw away the limp arm, and slowly took out a handkerchief from her pocket and slowly wiped each finger clean. , raised eyebrows and looked at this person: "Is it fun? Still playing?"

"No, I don't dare... We made a mistake, big sister!"

The few gangsters who could still talk rolled on the ground in pain. Rimbaud stepped on these bodies expressionlessly and walked out of the dimly lit path. Not far away was the crystal-clear Tsurumi River.

Summer nights are the easiest to imagine. Rimbaud walked along the river for a certain distance and stopped suddenly.The pale golden subspace palace appeared, shattered in an instant, and then appeared again—this time she was really drunk, and almost forgot that the boy of the Elimination Department was still behind her.

Osamu Dazai was kicked out of the subspace, scratching his hair and facing the visitor helplessly: "That... I'm just an ignorant boy passing by innocently, I'm weak, helpless and pitiful..."

What responded to him was the black gun barrel pressed against his forehead.

"You are one of the children adopted by that person. If you want to resent, then resent fate."

Several camouflage uniforms wearing bulletproof vests then walked out of the bunker: "Even if Lan Tang hides with supernatural powers, your corpse is enough to catch him out."

Immediately, someone shouted: "Kill this kid to death, just throw it here for him to see! He had already traced Lan Tang just now, why did he suddenly disappear? Bastard, is that person with supernatural powers lazy? Bring it here and look for it on the spot.”

"Huh? Is this really okay~ You guys are so polite, I'm a little embarrassed..."

The black-haired boy's eyes lit up instantly: "Can you let me die quickly without pain?"

Black and ominous emotions filled the air, and the adults who had been wandering between bullets and blades all year round were also startled by the constant surge of malice in his eyes.

"Damn! You brat, don't look down on people!"

The gunshot rang out and the bullet deviated. Osamu Dazai raised his hand to wipe away the blood overflowing from the side of his face: "Cannian, it seems that today is not the time to die."

The pupil of the gun/hand dilated, the limbs trembled, and the weapon in his hand fell weakly.A long-haired woman appeared behind him as if she had suddenly stepped out of an invisible room, blood gushing from the dimples on the military spikes.

"I heard that you are looking for me?"

She was smiling, cold and arrogant, like the master on the throne looking down at the ignorant praying mantis with its forelimbs outstretched to block the wheels.

"It's Lantang! Shoot!"

The sound of bullets pouring down was like firecrackers exploding. Rimbaud picked up Dazai and moved quickly. His movements were so quick that the attackers were all reduced to masters of human body drawing...

She took the black-haired boy out of range, turned around like a goshawk in the sky, and rushed towards the squad with live ammunition again.

No one could catch her track, the fierce impact of the weapon sparked golden sparks, and Rimbaud's eyes were smiling and shining.

Then, Osamu Dazai squatted on the ground and watched the "Excellent Killer Professional Tutorial - From Getting Started to Burying", among thirteen people, in less than 5 minutes, none of them died with the same cause of death, Rimbaud almost evolved killing into one An art full of psychic imagination.

The long black hair was blown by the blood-smelling wind, and the blood splashed on her cheeks and loose neckline. At this time, Rimbaud was like a blood-stained icon.

Deadly sex appeal and violence are intertwined, making people willing to give their lives.

Thrilling, all-destroying beauty.

Like a fighter, a dazzling life.

"It's wonderful..."

The black-haired boy clapped his hands together and patted, completely unable to shift his gaze away from her, and the same was true of Chuya Nakahara and Sakunosuke Oda, who finally came back from a distance.

They also didn't get a chance to make a move, so they could only squat together with Osamu Dazai and shout "666".

"Is there anything else?"

She stood among a mass of fallen enemies, her red lips brighter than blood.

Naturally, no one can answer her question anymore, Miss Rimbaud nodded in satisfaction: "Very well, I like children who are quiet and not noisy."

The three squatting outside the battlefield immediately fell silent, as well-behaved as three quiet kittens.

Miss Rimbaud with the drunken buff is just horrible!Unless she wears the villain-specific aura of subduing intelligence, there is no way to fight her. Who can beat her!

The GSS team lying on the ground had no one who could still breathe. Rimbaud walked away out of boredom, fully explaining what is meant by "killing and burying". After walking a few steps, she raised her head as if to determine the direction, and found Go in at the fork in the road.

It didn't take long for her to arrive at her destination. It was a plain-looking apartment. The owner of the house had just closed the door and planned to take a walk next month. When she turned around, she saw a big surprise.

"Mr. Fuze, Ye An, I'm here to visit those two cubs."

Fukuzawa Yukichi: ...

You just come to the door empty-handed, disheveled, smelling of alcohol mixed with blood and gunpowder... look at the children?

However, he opened the door again. The Akutagawa brothers and sisters were still awake, and they came out as soon as they heard any movement. Miss Rimbaud, who put one hand on the door frame and waved to them, became the biggest surprise of the day.

"Hey, you two look very energetic. You are indeed Mr. Fukuzawa. You are so reliable!"

Fukuzawa Yukichi's face was a bit dark, and this slutty look was too much for a man, but what made him even more angry was that he couldn't take his eyes off her. The only polite thing he could do was to control her. I don't look at the tie hanging around her neck.

"Sorry, Miss Rimbaud was drunk, and she was intercepted by GSS on the street just now, probably subconsciously thinking that you must be safe here..."

Osamu Dazai couldn't wait for the disaster to move eastward.

Among the most famous people in Yokohama, the only one who is likely to draw with Miss Rimbaud is probably the president of the Armed Detective Agency.Another pair who can do this step... one is staring at this woman with a frenzied face, and the other... is squatting in the orphanage in the miserable wind and rain.

In other words, he really didn't want to be beaten in this state, and he couldn't die, and he still suffered a little bit of pain, so it was a loss no matter what.