On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

"You shouldn't let Little Pudding go, that guy might blow up the roof of the waiting hall of the headquarters." The man with natural curly hair was lazily leaning on the soft chair, with his feet up on the desk, shaking while talking, "Hey ,Aina, can I order the chocolate parfait next to the headquarters building for this year's meeting snacks?"

This is a private small party hall. The dark green corduroy curtains cut off the artificial daylight outside, and only the wall lamps are on in the room, haloing small pieces of bright yellow, cutting the shadows in the room into rounded circles. radian.

What answered him was the crisp sound of red wine being poured into the glass, and the blond woman twirled her fingers in her curly hair and rolled her eyes.

"No one eats ice cream at a meeting—" Aina shook the wine glass, and the pure sweet fragrance came out, "Yinshi, if you go on like this, I suspect that chocolate should flow in your veins, and Wanshiwu can solve it The question of your untimely death?"

"..." The man rubbed his nose and changed the subject, "What's the matter with Little Pudding? It's been half an hour, and I'm still waiting for him to play cards."

Aina shrugged, "It's like this every year, I'm not in the mood to play tricks on newcomers with you."

"Miss Secretary-General, have you seen what that guy looks like?" The man suddenly stood up and slapped the table, "Sure enough! He's a handsome guy! Otherwise, you who have been coveting the position of knight commander, you would have gone there with a bazooka to personally Killing people!"

"Sakata Gintoki!" The woman's voice was overwhelming, her original lingering taste turned into a sharp sword, she narrowed her pink cat eyes, "If you dare to touch the person I like, believe it or not, all the desserts in future meetings will be replaced with wasabi octopus!"

"Who eats wasabi octopus at a meeting?!"

"You and that purple sweet potato essence, your exclusive dessert in the future." Aina smiled sinisterly, "Do you think he sneaked out with the launcher today without being seen by me?"

Sakata Gintoki was shocked, "What material did you add to Little Pudding's weapon?"

"It's nothing." The woman took the last sip of the wine from the wine glass and put it between her lips, her red lips looked bloody, "Just let the bullets automatically avoid my cute little boy—"

"It's not that simple." Sakata Gintoki added silently.

"Of course, there are also some insignificant positioning functions, mainly to get rid of the two men who are in the way around the little boy." Aina's cat eyes narrowed a crescent moon of joy, "When the little boy is lonely and helpless, I will take advantage of it." If he enters in the void, he will be like a poor kitten who can never leave me..."

—what a dreadful woman!

Sakata Gintoki touched his right arm which was exposed to the air, it was cool, and his hairs stood upright, he couldn't help but raise the temperature of the room by two degrees, and moved a little further away from Aina.

But on the other side, the little pudding that he wanted to play cards with was tied up into a round purple potato Daifuku by the three people in the izakaya, gagged, and threw it on the ground.

Gojo Satoru looked at and touched his stomach, "I'm hungry, I want to eat purple sweet potato Xijiufu."

Osamu Dazai put his coat on Qinghuai, and buttoned him up.He was still holding Qing Huai's short-sleeved sweater that had been torn into countless pieces by the ability, and his face was a little cold.

——These guys have seen Qing Huai's upper body, do you want to explode their eyes?

The man is deep in thought.

——The purple potato head is easy to deal with, but the white-haired four eyes look more difficult... Maybe I can go back and ask Zhong Ye to help me or something, anyway, he wears an eye patch every day, and those eyes seem to be just a decoration.

In the next second, Qinghuai held Dazai Osamu's hand thoughtfully, preventing him from going too deviant.

"Assassination?" Qing Huai asked.

"Attack." Osamu Dazai could tell something was wrong at a glance, "And it was unprepared... If it was me—well, if this was a member of Mafia, I might have been killed a hundred times and poured cement."

Gojo Satoru touched Zishu Daifuku's swollen face with his toe, "Hey, who sent you here?"

"..."

"Don't talk? Still want to be beaten?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, bastard human!

Brad regretted it, and believed the nonsense of that kid Sakata Gintoki. This is not a weak little chef in the data, it looks like a cruel mafia style!

Cut back to 10 minutes ago——

Just after the three people in the izakaya got out of the car, the man who looked like a giant purple potato pointed a 99-hole shotgun at the three of them and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Gojo Satoru was the first to bear the brunt, and the suitcase was shot, and the sky was full of flowered shirts, and pieces of cloth with banana strings and coconut trees printed on it, as if a Hawaiian souvenir shop exploded.

More than half of the 99 bullets were blocked by "No Lower Limit", and the bullets fell off and exploded before they touched Gojo Satoru, and fell to the marble floor like glass beads.

The remaining half came through the air, and before hitting Qinghuai, he consciously and abruptly deviated from the channel and rushed towards Dazai Osamu.

The bullet was extremely fast, and at such a close distance, it would directly smash him into a sieve.

Qing Huai's ability erupted instantly, and the frantic wind blade directly condensed into an invisible wall, and the bullets injected immediately disintegrated, turning into a pile of brass slag amidst the weak explosion sound.

He used all his attention to keep Kazawa away from Osamu Dazai, and didn't take care of himself at all, causing Kazeren to cut his shirt and slipped directly off his body, looking not much better than Gojo Satoru's Hawaiian souvenir shop.

What happened later was obvious, Osamu Dazai insisted on putting Qinghuai on his coat with a dark face, and fastened the buttons of the windbreaker one by one to the top.

It felt strange to be empty.

Especially when my chest rubs against the silk windbreaker lining... it's so itchy.

Qinghuai tugged at the neckline, a scent of soap enveloped his consciousness, his cheeks were flushed, his mind was full of Dazai, he didn't even care about the attack just now.

Brad collapsed on the ground, he didn't even see how he was knocked down, he was quickly tied into a purple ball by the white-haired man - using the flower he was shot so badly that he couldn't wear it shirt.

"So weak." Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, and turned around to find two young people who were shamelessly pasting back and forth behind him.

The black hair strands were all intertwined, as if no one else was present, to the point where she could enter the bridal chamber at any time.

——So why should I come to this kind of place with them?

The proud teacher of the people began to doubt himself for the first time.

——It was like being treated as a free bodyguard.

Gojo Satoru looked down at his luggage strewn with dead bodies, and realized.

Gintoki Sakata realized something was wrong only four and 10 minutes after Brad left.

The party hall is at B3 of the headquarters building, and the platform of the alliance headquarters is an empty platform on the 23rd floor of the headquarters building. The No.01A train goes directly to the platform and will not stop at any station.

It stands to reason that it only takes one minute to take the elevator from B3 to the third floor. Even if Brad went to have afternoon tea and added a queen size, it wouldn't take four or ten minutes to deal with three weak chickens.

unless……

Sakata Gintoki suddenly looked up at Aina.

"The information at the headquarters was changed by you secretly!"

A charming smile appeared on Aina's face, and the pink cat's eyes contained a lingering coolness, like a poisonous poppy, evoking a chilling illusion.

It was like someone secretly breathed out on the back of the neck.

Sakata Gintoki picked at the goosebumps on his arms.

"Yes." She covered her lips and made a very pleasant voice.

Natural Curls For White Hair:  …

Aina: "Oh, it's not fake information, it's just an old record from three months ago... In other words, if you don't peek, you won't be fooled by me at all—and you don't want to be dug up If so, don’t look at me with those dead fish eyes.”

"Three months ago?" Sakata Gintoki twitched his brows, "What about now?"

"Actually, nothing has changed." Aina smiled sweetly, "It's just that the combat power rating has been upgraded from C- to S. If you occasionally go berserk, it's probably SSS."

——Is this called no change?This is a big problem!

Sakata Gintoki: ...I'm sorry, little pudding, I will definitely take your favorite meatball ramen to the hospital to visit you, Amen.

"Ah, that's right!" The woman seemed to suddenly think of something, exaggerating, "The two men beside him also have high comprehensive ability ratings, and it's no problem to rank among the top ten in the entire dimension."

Sakata Gintoki: ...I'm sorry, little pudding, I will definitely take your favorite meatball ramen to the cemetery to mourn you Amen.

The man stood up slowly, ready to leave.

"Where are you going?" Aina asked knowingly.

"...to collect the corpse."

That being said, Sakata Gintoki never thought that this kind of scene would greet him——

Brad was sitting on the ground with nosebleeds all over the floor. The league staff were untying the knots on his body one by one. The medical doctor pressed ice cubes on his face to reduce the swelling.

Brad hissed in pain, his small eyes were stuck in his swollen eyelids and he couldn't open them.

The most tragic one was not Brad, but the No.01A train behind him.

The front part of the train was sliced ​​by some large cutting machine, and a large workbench where lines and cursors were intertwined was exposed to the air. There may be some short circuits, making crackling sounds and sparks.

The surface of the facing compartment was completely broken, leaning to the left, even any expensive paper shredder would not be able to shred the white paper like this——

At this moment, a suspension crane slowly approached, and the uncle in the cockpit leaned his elbows on the window and said loudly, "Hold me, and straighten the car first!"

Following the voice, a group of people in snow-white overalls approached in unison, gritted their teeth, and shouted slogans to push the tilted car onto the track.

"1, 2—push!"

"1, 2—push!"

Sakata Gintoki:  …

——Where is this C-battle little chef!This is clearly Godzilla!Who else but Godzilla can tear the Alliance's super-defense-level carriages like this with bare hands!

"Aqiu!"

Qinghuai sneezed, the hotel arranged by the alliance was very air-conditioned, he rubbed his nose, and leaned closer to Osamu Dazai.

"What's wrong?" The man rubbed the young man's soft hair.

Qinghuai shook her head, and took out the universal card, the ride information on the card just now has been changed to the room information.

0012.

0013.

The young man looked up at the room number.

Three people, two rooms.

Osamu Dazai looked smiling, opened the door with a magnetic card, and quickly locked Gojo Satoru out.

"Here we are, our room."

Along with the sound of closing the door, a scent of lemon soap slid across Qinghuai's back.

His ears were itchy.

hot.

The harsh voice made him tremble——

"Mr. Qinghuai, do you know what to do next as an adult?"