Uchiha's superpowers

Although my brother found another way to climb up from the elevator shaft and saved a lot of energy, he followed Mori Ogai's order to deal with the 37 people in the suburbs, plus the chakra and energy consumed all the way from the suburbs to the city center. Physical strength, my brother is now a little bit more vigilant in the face of a group of gunmen blocking the leader's office.

Although they are all ordinary people, they can be responsible for the defense of the port mafia leader. The people in this team are undoubtedly elites selected from the fighting faction, and they are not weak in physical or spear skills.

And now that I have made up my mind, I will naturally not be lenient. Under my mental manipulation, they will be as close to their original abilities and personalities as possible. It can be said that it is okay to treat them as if they were originally awake. no difference.

My brother deliberately stayed in front of the damaged elevator door for a few seconds, and waited until they pointed their guns at him without hesitation before jumping up and sticking to the ceiling to avoid the first wave of shooting.

In the recent actual combat, my brother also discovered that if the surface of the body is covered with a layer of chakra, he can fix himself on the surface of the object by changing the nature of the chakra, but he has not had time to apply it due to his busy work. The most basic skill of this ninja has been practiced to the extent that he wants, and with the level of sophistication he can achieve at present, he can only stay on the ceiling for a few seconds without making any movement in such an unprepared situation.

The corridor that was too blank and monotonous brought considerable trouble to my brother.

After all, the so-called ninja is actually somewhat similar to a killer. They are all occupations that hide themselves and wait for the opportunity to kill the target with one blow. Such a place where there is no way to hide and can only be forced to fight head-on, greatly weakens the ninja's surprise lethality.

but.

Against ordinary people who use weapons, my brother also has an advantage in a certain aspect that can almost make up for the disadvantage of terrain.

That is, bullets are limited, and ordinary people who rely on weapons will have a moment when they need to change bullets.

My brother dodged a few waves of shooting again, but after that, the guards clearly saw his intentions, and the direction of the bullets became tricky and made up for each other, even though my brother's Sharingan could see the trajectory of the bullet It was clear and he couldn't dodge in time, and his body was somewhat scratched.

My brother gritted his teeth and endured these few times, and waited until the time when the guards he expected had to change the bullets.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, he drew out a short blade that was as smooth and cold as water, and rushed into the closely packed formation of the guards with his slender figure and short stature.

Obviously he still didn't have a fully developed body, and he wasn't a powerful type, but his brother broke up the team of more than a dozen strong adults with his own strength, and raised his hand in the blink of an eye. He stabbed the short blade into the abdomen of the person closest to him, then quickly drew out the horizontal knife to shake off a series of raindrops of blood, and then took the life of the next person.

On the other hand, the guards were a bit wary because they were scattered in formation. After quickly reloading the magazine, they still aimed at their brother and shot, but the speed of each shot was reduced because they were concerned about their companions. My brother opened the back door wide.

I already expected the ending.

I was standing in the corner of the chief's office incognito, looking at the scene of my death expressionlessly, trying to find out if there was anything that needed to be modified.

First of all, the light must be dark, but because Mori Ogai has already pulled the switch and lit candles to save electricity, so I don't need to do much to create a scary atmosphere.

Then comes the color matching. The chief’s office is a tall black and red color matching, which is quite in line with Mori Ogai’s dressing style, and it looks like a mafia. It even perfectly fits the horror movie style I want, and there is nothing wrong with it. Need to modify.

Then there is the starring role. I took a look at Mori Ogai and Osamu Dazai, and felt that the two of them together were already a thriller without any other accessories.

I feel a little suffocated.

I didn't realize a terrible truth until today.

It turns out that the chief's office, where I have to submit reports every day, is simply a natural and pollution-free horror film shooting location.

The stage scene has been prepared for my brother, and all we need to do is wait for the audience to enter.

I distracted those who were stabbed by my brother unknowingly and backtracked back to the situation a day ago, so as to prevent the port mafia, which was already short of manpower, from losing its staff miserably.

Zhong Ye was already short, and if he was short of people and had to do everything by himself, it would be bad if he shrank back.

At this time, the elder brother had already dealt with the guards blocking the chief's office, took a deep breath, pushed open the thick and heavy door with one hand while holding the short blade still dripping with blood, and walked in.

coming.

I saw my brother push the door open and walk in. There was a cold murderous intent flowing in those scarlet Sharingan eyes, but after seeing the scene in front of me, the pupils constricted and froze suddenly.

In my brother's eyes, Osamu Dazai touched my shoulder with one hand and eliminated my superpowers, while Mori Ogai held a scalpel in his hand, leaving a sharp scar on my neck. And huge wounds.

The blood gushed out from the wound, and flowed down the desk to the carpet on the floor, leaving a wet dark mark, as if he could smell the bitter rust from the tip of his nose in a trance.

And my head was facing the door of the chief's office, only a piece of silent black remained in the hollow eyes with dilated pupils, and my slightly opened mouth seemed to be calling for someone.

It seems that because he came too late, the blood oozing from that fatal wound was slightly congealed, and slowly turned into an ominous dark red, very similar to the color of Mori Ogai's pupils illuminated by the candlelight.

But Mori Ogai gave him a treacherous smile, let go of the scalpel in his hand, and the extraordinarily beautiful looking scalpel landed lightly on the desk with a crisp sound.

As if letting go of a big rock in his heart, he couldn't help laughing lowly, "Hahahahahahaha——!"

"Sasuke-kun," Mori Ogai said, "If you can forget what happened today and treat it as if it never happened, I allow you to continue to be the captain of my guerrilla team."

The arc of the corner of his mouth carried a cold sarcasm, "But I think you should refuse, then it's a pity, your life will be left here today."

However, my brother turned into a stone statue and froze in place as if he couldn’t hear anything. He stared at my pair of stone-like eyes, his lips trembling, and after a long silence, he opened his mouth softly. "Kusuo...?"

Everything is going according to the script.

But I felt a little uneasy inexplicably, and went out with some hesitation to remove the invisibility.

But before I could do that, my brother's expression slowly changed.

His originally firm and murderous expression collapsed, as if his soul had been emptied suddenly and he didn't know where to go. He just called me again with doubts, "... Kusuo?"

Of course the plush doll can’t speak, and Dazai Osamu and Mori Ogai would not answer his obviously self-deceiving question, they just looked at his futility with interest, and the empty chief’s office was empty. There was an echo from him.

At that moment, the brother who had been noisy all this time fell silent.

I realized that I seemed to be in trouble, but like a child who made a mistake, I never dared to admit my mistake. I just quietly crushed the super glue and tape that fixed Osamu Dazai with my thoughts, trying to make him fall on the ground. On the plush doll, let hypnotism come naturally to accidental exposure.

But Osamu Dazai, after realizing that he had been bound by contact, endured the pain and turned his body around, turning over from the desk and standing staggeringly on the ground.

Didn't touch the plush doll at all.

Me: ...What is a person who usually doesn't even bother to dodge bullets so agile at this time? !

He stabilized his figure, straightened his clothes slowly, and gathered the coat that almost reached his ankles around him.

Osamu Dazai smiled at me with a hint of resentment.

Before I realized that he was resenting me for fixing him on the desk, he decisively turned his head and said to his brother, "Sasuke-kun, you are late."

He still had such a cold smile on his face, and at a certain moment he looked amazingly like Mori Ogai, he said slowly, "Uchiha-kun was expecting you to come and save him at the last moment. "

what.

I thought numbly.

I should have beaten Dazai Osamu to a coma just now, wouldn't it be good to just be a tool man honestly?

There is no other way, now in this situation I can only go out and admit to my brother that I am teasing him.

I'm a little guilty.

Although my brother has never been angry with me no matter what I did since I was a child, but this time I am a little uncertain.

After all, I clearly know that I am the new flesh that slowly grows out of the huge scar in my brother's heart. I am still fresh and soft, and my nerves are sensitive. It will hurt my heart if I touch it a little, let alone use it hard. The kind of pain that a blunt knife grinds down little by little.

But before I lifted the hypnosis, I saw the eyes of my brother who had been watching 'my dead body' from the beginning to the end——

The flame of hatred rekindled like despair, and the slowly rotating three-pointed jade was connected head to tail and twisted into the pattern of a six-pointed star, like a cold and damp wind blowing from hell. Touch a little, and feel the emptiness that is frozen together with the bone marrow.

Two tears of blood flowed down my elder brother's fair face.

Scarlet like the blood moon that night.