All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

When the ship docked at the Yokohama Port Passenger Terminal, a row of men in black stood on the gray shore.

It's not clear from a distance, only the bright orange hair under the black hat of the leader can be seen.

"What's going on?" Murata, who didn't know the reason, asked the friends around him blankly.

"Don't meddle in your own business." My friend was obviously a native of Yokohama, and he immediately recognized the group of people as members of Hong Kong gangsters and the cadre with a bad reputation.He kept moving his feet and pushed his friend with his hands.

"Go, go, don't get involved."

They carried their suitcases and walked under the passenger ship. This was a passenger ship that had just arrived in Yokohama. Most of the people on board were Yokohama locals. They kept silent quite consciously, silent like marching soldiers. Get out of here asap.

Although the rest of the people didn't know why, the Japanese's ability to read the air was really good. They lowered their heads and raised their eyes, and followed the large group.

Intruded by the tense atmosphere, Murata didn't pay attention to the road for a while, and bumped into the back of the person in front.

"Ah, I'm so sorry!" Murata quickly straightened his hat and bowed hastily.

He just stood there for a long time without hearing the other party's reply.

The slow sea breeze from Yokohama blew past, and Murata straightened up, only then did he see the person he bumped into.

The man still turned his back to him, with a tall figure, long straight legs, wearing a smoky gray coat, with a white shirt buttoned to the top, meticulous, with a valuable cowhide suitcase leaning against his legs.

He didn't seem to be aware of Murata's actions at all, he just lowered his head, his neck drooped like a swan kissing water, his tied hair was attached to the side of his snow-white neck, and the tail of his hair fell on his collarbone, his whole body was quietly like a thick ink landscape painting .

Murata looked at the man, his heart beat faster except for being speechless for a while, he didn't continue to apologize, but walked forward silently, walked around in front of the man, and looked with his head.

Although he was prepared to say "the other party is a beauty" when he saw the back view, when those crimson, magnificent ruby-like eyes lifted from behind the silver-rimmed glasses, Murata was still stunned, so that he couldn't help it for a while. For a while, he failed to observe the pen and paper held in the man's hand, maintaining a sculpture-like posture, being dragged away by anxious friends.

"What are you in a daze for? Don't die!" The friend clenched his fist and hammered Murata's shoulder, "When they fight with the mafia, do you think you can still care about our lives?"

"Did you...did you see that person just now?" Murata murmured, looking back unwillingly, "He, he is so pretty."

After being slapped hard on the head, Murata rubbed his head in pain, and turned to see his friend's serious face, "I know you are a face controler, but you should also pay attention to the occasion! When is this..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a voice behind him.

The man who lowered his head to write and draw just now took off the deerskin gloves on his hands, revealing his flawless hands like the plaster statues displayed in the Louvre, holding his mobile phone, "Dazai, I'm in Yokohama, come pick me up."

"Did you hear that?" Murata was like a fan girl who saw an idol, pulling on his friend's sleeve and screaming excitedly in a low voice, "Even the voice is so nice! No way! I must get his Mobile phone number! I..."

The friend held down Murata, who was baring his teeth and claws, and didn't admit that he was stunned for a moment just now. He smiled apologetically at the man who raised his head when he heard the sound, and dragged Murata away.

"Hello, hello?" The person on the other end of the receiver yelled, "Sigong? You're really here."

Shinomiya Shinomiya was also listening to the phone, dragging the suitcase with the other hand, leaving the swaying boat, and set foot on the land of Yokohama.

"Of course. Didn't you agree, Dazai." Shinomiya Shinomiya's eyes darkened, "Just let me hide in Yokohama for a year."

"Okay, netizen." Dazai Osamu didn't hang up the phone, there was a flutter of wild animals on the receiver, and after several "Dun" calls, the helpless boy answered.

"Mr. Dazai, what's the matter?"

"Help me pick up someone." Osamu Dazai didn't think there was anything wrong with handing over the friend who came all the way to Yokohama to his little colleague, "It's at the passenger terminal of the port, go quickly!"

"Alas." Atsushi Nakajima sighed, worked hard, and stood up slowly, "Mr. Dazai, you'd better go to this kind of thing in person, otherwise your friend will be so sad."

Osamu Dazai laughed twice, "No, no, don't you think so?"

"What?" Atsushi Nakajima was stunned for a moment, then looked at Osamu Dazai's cell phone, the green sign of an ongoing call on the screen was eye-catching.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and turned on the speakerphone. A cool, spring-like voice came from the speaker, "Dun...? Sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble, no trouble!" Atsushi Nakajima shook his head in a panic, and he didn't know who to shake it for. He didn't expect Dazai to be on the phone, so that the other party could hear him clearly. He shyly said: "Mr. Come, please take it easy."

The person on the other end of the receiver smiled softly, and Atsushi Nakajima scratched his numb ears, and heard the reply:

"It's okay, take your time, just in time...I saw some interesting-material."

The port is always very windy.

Blow away the remaining mist in the morning, and take away the cold silver glow of the moonlight.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stood beside the boxes of goods, arms crossed.

His black coat was as fierce as black flames in the wind, and it was obviously just casually draped over his shoulders, but it didn't show any signs of falling off—just like the motionless hat on his head.

The strongest member of the port mafia, the cadre of Zhongya Chuya who manipulates the gravity ability, in the early morning when he was supposed to be sitting at the dining table eating hot bread and milk, because of an order from the leader, he had to bring a group of men to the pier Check the goods bit by bit.

Items from other forces were mixed into this batch of smuggled goods. Although we don't know what items they are for the time being, the investigation is also very simple: exclude all goods belonging to Hong Kong gangsters, and what is left is undoubtedly what they are looking for.

"Move faster!" Zhongya Zhongyuan urged. He received an order directly from the leader of Mori Ogai when he was sleeping on the bed in the middle of the night. After rushing to the pier, there was not much time. There is no room for delay in transporting it to the cargo ship.

But at the moment there is still no sign of the unknown item.

"Central Plains cadres." The men in black bowed their heads and stepped forward, "A group of people came from the southwest."

A group of people—referring to other forces who mixed in with the goods, whose strength is so low that even the bottom-level personnel of Hong Kong gangsters can't remember the name of their organization.

"Hey——" Zhong Yuanzhong also laughed, "It's just in time, let them recognize the misplaced things by themselves!"

Scarlet's supernatural power began to spread, and gravity, like some kind of materialized object, spread from Zhongya's body in the Central Plains.

Holding the brim of his hat subconsciously with his fingertips, Zhong Yuanzhong also maintained his standing posture and soared into the air. With excellent eyesight, he quickly saw a group of people coming not far away—at the same time, there were also subordinates wearing the iconic black suit of Hong Kong A figure looking left and right.

traitor?This speculation made him frown.

He has always been reluctant to speculate on his subordinates with malice. Among the five major cadres in Hong Kong and black, Zhongyuan Zhongye is obviously the person with the highest force value and a bad temper, but he is the one who trusts his subordinates the most and is also the one who is trusted by his subordinates .

The escaped man was carrying something in his arms, protruding out of a long strip, relying on the fact that everyone's eyes were not on him, he was quietly sneaking to the edge of the crowd, and ran towards the southwest direction of the pier.

It was almost an instant judgment, and Zhongyuan Zhongye's extremely agile action made him shoot without hesitation. His whole body was like a bullet flying into the air, and he arrived at the traitor's side in the blink of an eye. He clenched his fist, and the bullet-like fist hit the person's cheek .

Swish.

Before everyone present had time to react, a black figure flew upside down and landed several hundred meters away——

at the feet of a passerby.

The "passer-by" was leaning on the suitcase by his legs, and the raised pen failed to land on the notebook, and he was raising his head, holding his glasses with his fingertips.

It was Shinomiya Tetsuya who had just written a stroke while hiding in a safe zone.

"Hey, get out of the way, Port Mafia on business."

The dwarf who came from the sky flew over like a movie, Shinomiya looked up, but he didn't see the wire tied to the other person's body, and he looked around again, but he didn't see the camera.

What's this?A super-powered mafia?

Sigong hurriedly took the opportunity to write down the material in the notebook-the super-powerful gangster boss and his... Sigong lowered his eyes, and the man crouching in front of the toe of his shoe and vomiting blood struggled forward, the desperate desire to The determination to escape from the orange-haired black guy is simply touching!Shinomiya She did not hesitate to write down——

A superpowered mob boss and his runaway wife.

Finished writing at a speed that ordinary people can't match, Zhongyuan Zhong also hadn't even reached the side of the escapee, Sigong lowered his head, just in time to see a dark golden, simple metal arrow slipping from the arms of "Little Wife", straight onto his shoe.

As if there was some kind of indescribable attraction, the arrow did not roll away along the sloping ground, but got closer to Shinomiya Shinomiya, and climbed an inch to the upper of the shoe.

Si Gongshe also raised his eyebrows, he didn't intend to snatch it, but the silent restlessness in his heart drove him to bend down, stretch out his hand, and hold the arrow.

At this moment, the not-so-sharp arrow, like a decisive blade in the world, cut through Sigong's palm in an instant, and blood gushed out in an instant.

The man in black who was struggling to escape and the Zhongyuan Zhong who had arrived were also stunned.

"You..." Nakahara Chuya frowned, and took the arrow from Shinomiya Shibuya.

The arrowhead was not stained with the slightest blood, as if oil and water were incompatible, blood drops unreservedly slid from the arrowhead and wet the ground.

"Sorry." Shinomiya She also spoke first, and he didn't understand his sudden action just now, "I just want to help pick it up."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't answer either. He looked at the man in front of him—he was a head taller than him, but his wrist was as thin as his, but he didn't have any muscles. He didn't look like someone with any strength at all. Opening a hole doesn't seem to have any effect.

Should be just a passerby.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the suitcase of the other party, and guessed with the pen and paper he had just put in his pocket.

However, before he had any further reasoning, the sound of chaotic footsteps on the other side gradually approached, and the dozens of people with guns just happened to run from the southwest——

That was right behind Shinomiya Shibuya.