I'm such a big son

Unknowingly, night has fallen, and the square in front of the PortMafia building has been smashed into potholes like a large-scale demolition site.

The fierce battle between Miss Rimbaud and her old "relatives and friends" is still going on.

In order to create opportunities for Dazai, Rimbaud abandoned his offensive and defensive giant scythe and held a military thorn to engage in hand-to-hand combat with his opponent.

The distance between the two sides was too close, and Verlaine dared not wantonly destroy the space to protect himself, but this style of play was more disadvantageous to Miss Rimbaud.

She is a lady.

The innate difference brought about by gender made her consume a lot in this high-frequency and fast-paced battle.

Fortunately, whenever she retreats and readjusts her breathing, Nakahara will make up for it in time and continue to distract Verlaine. Occasionally, the white tiger transformed by Atsushi Nakajima can also play a role in harassing the line of sight—the surroundings are pitch black , as long as he exudes a faint blue light, it is as conspicuous as it wants to be.

The stalemate in the battle was very difficult. It was seen from the surveillance that Verlaine dismembered the white tiger cub without doing anything. Even if the tiger recovered quickly, other PortMafia guards did not dare to surround it easily.

They can't restore their injured limbs like a supernatural person, and it's more realistic to continue to defend the leader.

Mori Ogai, who was guarding the top office, was not idle, and the video conversation connected to the surveillance went straight to a certain government official.Seeing Verlaine, who was laughing wildly and wreaking havoc, and Ms. Rimbaud, who was soaked in blood and still refused to back down, the other party swallowed dryly and finally nodded, expressing that they would stand for PortMafia at the meeting on Mori Club's "Enterprise Support Policy".

After all, PortMafia, which has a new leader, has successively banned the drug and population business, and has also blocked the route of the snakeheads entering Yokohama Port.Without supplies and transfers, these dirty businesses would not be able to extend to the interior of the island country, nor would they be able to travel to farther places, virtually saving the lives and families of countless people.

The underworld organization paid a heavy price for this, losing many outstanding members and greatly reducing its income.If protection and support are not given in a timely manner, once PortMafia has collapsed, the young organizations that are emerging may not necessarily be so moral, and what's more, they will rely on the convenient location of the port to vigorously develop these businesses that make quick money and big money.

This is something city managers don't want to see at all.

After persuading this die-hard congressman, Ogai Mori switched the signal again to the next important person who needed to "communicate" as if he didn't feel the constant vibrations coming from outside.

"Good night, my servant Mori Ogai. I'm really sorry to disturb you so late, why don't we just cut to the point, the scene in the video is happening in the square under my feet..."

"A human trafficking group has been discovered, specializing in trafficking young people with supernatural powers. It's too bad, isn't it? You see, my subordinates are working hard to eliminate unfriendly outsiders. Our PortMafia has really taken a lot of responsibility. The heavy responsibility that should be undertaken, if possible, I really want to cry and quit, why don't I take my subordinates and run back to Shimane to farm..."

During the monitoring, Rimbaud erected a light golden barrier in time, only in time to protect Zhongye who was thrown out. His right hand, which was clenched tightly on the military thorn, was being sent to Verlaine, and in the next second it showed a strange and unnatural state, limp and drooping.

Verlaine failed to cut Chuya's neck, but he was still satisfied with Rimbaud's arm.

"Dear Attila, why do you want to protect this child? I recognized it, and my Attila is also paying attention to him. What's the reason?"

"He is just an experimental subject, far from being successful, and this kind of defective product is not qualified to be treated as a human being. Monster, he is a monster, why do you always stand on the side of the monster? Even if I have other ideas, your task Don't you destroy all the experimental subjects in the Yokohama military base on the spot? Back then you released this monster to create an interesting terrain for the city, and now you spare no effort to protect him, Altila, don't tell me you want to bear the traitor's blame completely? reputation?"

"Come on, give him to me, and we'll go back to Paris, or wherever you want in the world. Don't you hate the cold? We can go to Africa, to Egypt to see the pyramids, to Ivory Coast to see the sunset, Artie Pull, give me your hand, don't leave again."

He is like a poor man who is so humble that he is in the dust. Although he is in a more favorable position, he still has to pursue his prodigal lover not to abandon him.

The enemy stopped, and Rimbaud was naturally happy to take the time to adjust his state. His right arm was broken and his left hand was still usable. The most important thing right now was to protect Dazai who kept sneaking close to Verlaine.

"Paul, do you know why I hate you?"

Rimbaud changed the saber in his hand, and let his broken right hand droop on his side: "You make me feel sick, tired, and disgusting."

"Honestly speaking, married men are not in my range of appreciation. If I hadn't happened to see a letter from Miss Matilda, I would have been kept in the dark."

Even though she was covered in blood and dust, her eyes were still like burning stars. The long-haired woman smiled contemptuously and gracefully waved her long hair on her chest: "Are you stupid enough to say, 'I lack a lover by my side? ' illusion?"

The painting style at the scene suddenly turned a little crooked, and Verlaine froze, with a face full of frustration: "I don't love that crazy woman anymore..."

"Oh, that's great. Congratulations to Miss Matilda for getting rid of a humiliating and fisting husband. By the way, I don't want to waste time on you, Paul."

Anyone who speaks out will be shouted and beaten by everyone. Ms. Rimbaud speaks with confidence, and Mr. Verlaine trembles with anger.

"I'll make you change your mind, Attila..."

The man with the same green face as his hair took the initiative to attack Rimbaud, and the subspace cube unfolded in time to receive the punch. Rimbaud could not move, and turned from attack to defense. The first person who rushed to help was the fully recovered tiger. Immediately afterwards Zhongya took his hand out of his pocket: "I'm waiting for your explanation, mother."

The red light gradually turned into black, and the power became more and more restless.

Rimbaud suddenly retreated and kicked Zhongya out of the ring: "Be honest! Are you going to demolish the building!"

The one who got kicked couldn't believe it exploded on the spot, and the broken stones under his feet were shining red, and they were controlled by invisible forces to float in the air.The boy jumped up high and threw those stones at Verlaine, who took one without checking his shoulder for a while.

The pain made him even angrier: "It's just a defective product made with reference to my data!"

"You haven't been very successful. Also as a laboratory product, my eldest son is much better than you."

Rimbaud blocked Verlaine who was rushing towards Zhongye, and the military stab almost cut his skin.

Dazai had already touched Verlaine's back, and Rimbaud's attack had completely enraged him, so that he couldn't spare any energy. The black-haired boy took off his coat and threw it over.Verlaine realized that something was approaching him rapidly from behind, his head was completely dark, the gentle moonlight came in after the space was broken, and a guy with a malicious smile came up to him and hugged him, refusing to let go.

"madness!"

He tried to activate the supernatural power again, and then... there was no more.

After the embarrassment of nothing happened, there was the sound of bullets flying out of the gun chamber. This small object penetrated Verlaine's left chest and brushed Dazai's side neck as it flew out.Rimbaud was panting violently with shaking hands, and the hand holding the gun trembled unnaturally.

"It's over, Paul."

"Good night."

She lowered her head, and the [Color Painting Collection] was fully unfolded again, and the roses that covered the ground appeared beside Verlaine, and there was also a supernatural life form—Mr. Rimbaud who was summoned again.

At this moment, his limbs have returned to normal. Two men with similar statures are standing and lying down.The waning moon rose to the center of the sky, and the sky once again sprinkled snowflakes, shining brightly, as quiet and serene as a miniature landscape in a crystal ball against the gentle background of the ocean.

It wasn't until Verlaine fell that the Dazai who was closest to him realized that the man's temples were already gray.He looked up at Mr. Rimbaud, and moved his fingers as if wanting to touch him. There was no emotion in the eyes of the humanoid supernatural life form, and he looked indifferently at the distressed "relatives and friends" on the ground.

"You are like the bells of the church, and like autumn, the colorful fallen leaves. My eyes move only for you. I am willing to dedicate everything to you. I am destined..."

In the last part of his life, Verlaine looked at the dead man, murmuring words like verses like a poet in a frenzy of pain.

Mr. Rimbaud looked at him without sadness or joy.

"I can forgive you. Death, give us redemption. All human beings... all life, have never seen themselves clearly until their death. Only the moment when the heart stops beating, breathing stops, the body rots, and the soul transcends. , people have life only to redeem themselves...Paul, I am in hell right now, waiting to hear your 'Divine Comedy'."

The silent man who never spoke had a gentle voice, and his dull brown eyes seemed to be looking at Verlaine, but at the same time seemed not to reflect any scenery.

Miss Lan Bo pushed Zhong Ye, who was still stuck in the neck and angry, to his side. The orange-haired boy looked up for a while, and suddenly said, "It's you, the one who brought me from the black closed space to this world."

"Yes, I came here for you."

"One day a few years ago, Paul and I sneaked into Yokohama together. In order to seize a test product sealed by the military in a secret base, that is, Chuya-kun you. But at the moment he got that living body, his purpose of betrayal Thoroughly exposed. We began to compete for that life body, but were discovered by the military and police. When I was cornered by the enemy, in order to break through the encirclement, I wanted to take the life body I took as a supernatural life body under my control. Then, I untied The seal was broken, and at that moment, the tyrannical force destroyed the base and the records. At the same time, I also lost my memory."

"Until you appear in front of me, Jeanna."

When he moved his eyes to Miss Rimbaud, there was a rare bit of warmth in his eyes: "You let me see another form of life."