Clow is perfect

"Mr. Ranpo, how are you doing recently?

I think you can guess the reason after reading this letter. In short, I am going to Tokyo recently.If you want to eat dessert, please put a note in the place we contacted. Of course, after discussing with Mr. Fukuzawa, we decided that we can only give you sweets up to three times a week.

Of course, if I come back, I will remember to bring you a souvenir.

Kinomoto flower. "

Ranpo Edogawa of the Armed Detective Agency came back from a business trip and saw the letter. He glanced at it casually and understood the general situation. While eating snacks, he muttered: "This guy, he's been too busy recently. Is there no time to meet Ranpo-sama?"

"Hmph, she also said that she would limit my sweets. It's obviously because she has no skills at all. Do you really think that Lord Ranpo is so easy to deceive?"

"When she comes next time, she must invite a lot of sweets, and give Lord Ranpo a lot of fun things, so I will forgive her!"

And Osamu Dazai came home with the familiar smell of alcohol, and saw the conspicuous note in the middle of the living room, writing: In short, I am temporarily away from home, Mr. Dazai must take good care of himself .Don't forget to eat, and, I never want to forget you, please don't forget me.

"Huh, little liar." After a while, someone made such a voice.

The small Mafia groups in Italy have recently encountered battles they never thought possible.

Originally, most of the Mafia organizations in Italy survived under the management of Vongola, who is the leader. Others are either organizations that have an alliance with Vongola, or other large organizations with a long history but different positions from Vongola.

Because the tenth generation of Vengley has taken a tough stance since he came to power, eradicating some shady businesses in Mafia, Italy, and has also shown extremely strong strength in the resistance of many organizations, let alone he has subordinates The same powerful guardians made others who were unwilling to do so could only bow their heads and surrender, not daring to offend this behemoth.

So over the years, the Italian Mafia can only put up with those rules and give up activities with huge benefits such as drugs and body modification, at least they can't see such things on the surface.Perhaps for ordinary people, the living environment in Italy seems to have become peaceful, and there are even fewer gunshots at night.

But they all know that this is just a temporary retreat, and when the godfather relaxes a bit, they will gather their strength and regain Mafia's world.And under such circumstances, one day, they inadvertently came into contact with a Russian youth named Dostoevsky.

This seemingly weak young man told them a fact in a soft voice - this organization will soon belong to Miru Fiore, a new Mafia organization.In return for their loyalty, they will work together to overthrow Vongola's rule over Italy and establish a new center of power.

"As long as you are willing to give in now, what you have been longing for all this time will become a reality." The young man with black hair and purple eyes wore a white cloak and said these words to the menacing big men in black with a smile. A short man in black clothes, his body was covered and he couldn't see clearly.

This idea sounds pretty good, but why is their organization not growing, but being swallowed up by such an unknown new organization?

Why should they listen to this person's ideas instead of directly holding this new organization with no power in their hands?

Mafia, who have been fighting bloody battles in a world full of swords and swords all year round, are not so naive. In their world, except for the power that people must succumb to, all the tricks are false paper tigers, and they are no match for them. a bullet.

And an organization that has nothing, even wants to beat that Pengelie?It's ridiculously ignorant.

"Dare to make such a suggestion to us, you are really an idiot layman." As the second in command of the organization and an important combatant, the big man sneered, and the other people around him acted quickly without an order. He took out a pistol/gun from his pocket, aligned it for a moment, and pressed it on the Russian without hesitation.

Accompanied by the undisguised "bang bang" gunshot, the man sneered and mocked: "Even if it's because of your stupidity, don't pretend to be smart in the next life, see you in hell!!"

The Russians, who had expected it for a long time, seemed to sigh helplessly, and whispered to the people behind them amidst the noisy gunshots: "Oh, they don't accept my kindness, obviously if they surrender, there will be no such thing gone."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Phil."

"Hmph." The person behind turned around unhappily, his orange eyes were full of impatience, "You did it on purpose."

The moment he spoke, a fiery red flame appeared out of thin air, and with an indomitable momentum, it burned fiercely at the bullet that was coming at a high speed, swallowing it greedily in the body within seconds, and the extremely high temperature changed its shape, It melted into a puddle of copper water and fell to the ground with a puff of white smoke.

The liquid turned into by those bullets just fell under Fyodor's feet, without even touching the tip of his shoe.

There was a moment of silence.

Finally, it was Fyodor's smiling voice that broke the silence: "Is this a breakdown of the negotiations?"

The person on the other side also reacted, not bothering to answer the meaningless question of the Russian. Someone shouted out the ability: "That is the flame of death energy! Don't be afraid, let someone who also has the flame of death energy use it!"

As they said that, green, cyan, red, yellow and purple flames ignited on several of them, and they took out weapons that could attach flames, and rushed up.Several bullets containing flames also flew over again.

"Tsk." The red-haired boy glanced at the attacking crowd, frowned, and pulled his hand out of his pocket, as if a conductor was directing music, he raised that white hand upwards and gently lifted it in the air. Draw an arc.

At the same time, those people felt that the flames full of power in their bodies were suffocated, and they had the illusion of being stripped of something.They glanced at each other subconsciously, and immediately opened their eyes wide with astonishment, and finally realized that it was not an illusion, but an unbelievable reality that appeared in front of them.

The flames that were supposed to be under their control really broke away from the main body, like a stream flowing into the sea, and rushed towards the hostile red-haired boy very obediently, floating around him like an escort.Not to mention the bullet with the flame attached, it was melted again until there was only a liquid on the ground, and this time it was hard to hear even a sound.

The red-haired boy surrounded by flames of all colors had an arrogant expression, and the pair of orange eyes on his delicate face had no emotion. Looking at them was like looking at a bunch of scarecrows waiting to be burned.Although they are not tall and young, they seem to be gods born in the flames, commanding the almost invincible power in their eyes as they please, and casting a charity glance at all living beings with coldness and disdain.

"I can still give you one last chance." The voice of the flame god spoke steadily.

He lowered his eyes slightly, put his index finger and thumb together, and snapped his fingers.In the blink of an eye, a monstrous flame rose from behind him, like a catastrophe covering the sky and claws, forming the appearance of a terrifying dragon. The breath rolled up hot air, blowing the hem of the Mafia's clothes, and making the nearby The temperature is as hot as being in a crater, and it will be burned to ashes in the next second.

"Surrender, or die. You still have a choice, but this is the last time."

The Mafia who were given a second chance gripped their weapons tightly. Their shirts began to become tight with sweat from the heat of the fire dragon. Their palms were so sticky that they could hardly grasp the weapons. The panic under the sunglasses is not only because of the heat.

Such a powerful, unusual force.

Such a power that can do whatever you want, as if it is omnipotent.

If there is such power, don't talk about them, mere Vongola...

Mafia, who was able to make a decision, swallowed, feeling that her throat was extremely thirsty, and even the words she said seemed hoarse: "We...surrender."

As soon as the words came out, the Mafias around loosened their shoulders, put down their weapons, raised their hands, and made a gesture of surrender, then bowed their heads deeply, deeply to the two who had dismissed them 10 minutes ago, Surrendered his life and dignity.

Hearing the ping-pong sound of the weapon hitting the ground, Phil waved his hand a little bored, and the threatening flames around him dissipated immediately, leaving only the temperature that hadn't dropped to prove what a terrible existence just appeared.

"Mr. Phil, didn't Mr. Bailan say that there is only one chance." After the threat around him disappeared, the man with black hair and purple eyes came up to him curiously and asked, "You will be angry if Mr. Bailan finds out about you like this. He I don’t want a subordinate who doesn’t have a little vision.”

"Didn't he even accept you, these people are fine." The red-haired boy turned around and prepared to go to the next destination, and replied mercilessly.He knew that the well-meaning Russian would take care of the rest, and his role was only to appear as a deterrent of force.

Fyodor paused for a moment, his expression unchanged, but he no longer hinted, gestured to his subordinates in the dark, and set off for the next place as well.

Not long after, a terrifying existence known as the "Lord of Fire" quietly circulated in the Italian world of Mafia.

That is the legendary ability to manipulate all flames, just one glance is enough to scare away the enemy, take away the flames of the opponent, and turn them into ordinary people who are powerless to be slaughtered by others, even the tenth generation of Pengel can't Characters to defeat.

He is also an important general of the emerging organization Mirufiore.

So Mirufiore's name gradually spread.