Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

Gentle and soft pure music flows in this sentimental coffee shop, and the ornamental flowers hanging on the high wall exude a rich fragrance, which is intertwined with the slightly bitter coffee smell, and there is a special kind of harmony.

The slender, masked young man smiled at the corner of his mouth. He nodded his head gently, echoing the unreasonable request from the other end of the phone.The light of the dark yellow ceiling lamp sprinkled on the ends of his smooth hair, creating a hazy halo of color.The shadow, which is so dim that it is hard to detect, is elongated and reflected on the shelf behind the bar, blending with the sparse leaf shadow.

Fyodor put down the receiver and leaned against the wall covered with decorative photo frames, his tone seemed to be helpless to appease the incoherent staff who had been irritated by Shuji Tsushima.

After all, there are not many people who can stand his torment without going crazy.

The young clerk drank the whole glass of cold water in one gulp, barely suppressing the nameless anger rising in his heart. He spread his hands, frowned and stared at his boss, "Boss, this is obviously looking for trouble on purpose, so there's no need to pay attention to it?"

Fyodor perfectly played the role of a conscientious shopkeeper, as if he didn't have the emotion of anger, his whole person has long been soaked in gentleness, and he replied with a very good temper: "You must do your best to treat any customer. "

He held a small silver dessert fork, picked up a piece of yellow peach that was not used up for making the cake, stuffed it into his mouth and disposed of it by eating.Afterwards, this small cake was packed, and a ribbon with the main color of white was deliberately selected to fasten the outer box.

"It just so happens that the guest asked for a naked cake. I'll send him the one I originally baked for dinner, so you don't need to bother you to make a new one."

As for shaving cream, detergent and the like are impossible to put.

The clerk still disapproved of Fyodor's behavior, and dissuaded him: "However, speaking in the slums is very dangerous. Maybe there will be gangster shootouts, and it will be troublesome if it is affected."

He is an old employee who has worked in Poirot Café since it opened. He has worked with Mikhail for many years and knows exactly what kind of character he is.Being able to open a store under the shade of the towering tree, Melles, freed their lives in Yokohama from being disturbed by various illegal organizations, but this did not mean that they would get any preferential treatment when they went out alone.

After all, bullets have no eyes. If you leave the safe zone and go to the area where various organizations often fight, it is hard to say whether you will be involved in the battle.

"It's broad daylight now, it won't be such a coincidence." Fyodor untied the apron and declined the other party's dissuasion.

Although it is impossible to stop the exchange of fire between various organizations day and night, especially the port mafia, since the old man who was the leader started to go crazy, he often created some appalling events.But relatively speaking, it is indeed safer during the sunny day.

Knowing that he couldn't change Mikhail's mind, let alone that the other party was his immediate boss, the clerk sighed helplessly, and complained: "The manager, you just have a too good temper. A few days ago, you met that guy who ate the overlord meal. Not angry, I was half-pissed off."

The overlord's meal refers to the warrior who went out through the window and dared to hit Fyodor's sap.

Fyodor smiled.

"Maybe he has something to hide?"

The young man didn't have any intention of complaining, his words were like a saint reincarnated, not only forgiving the other party's behavior, but also very considerately looking for reasons for his mistakes.

After all, after that poor Mr. Killer became mentally handicapped, even his supernatural powers were extracted, and now his body has been buried in Yokohama Bay for a long time.

Just a cup of coffee, just as an offering to him.

-

Speaking of these days, in addition to the violent explosion that was so powerful that the actual damage was so small that it was not worth mentioning, there was also a nerve-wracking event in Yokohama.

——Two prestigious illegal organizations went to war openly and officially declared hostility.

The fact that the overseas organization Strain launched a war against the underage mutual aid organization [Sheep] without warning shocked everyone in the dark world.People can't understand when the two organizations, which have always been indifferent to each other, forged such a heavy hatred.

After all, the members of the sheep are a group of minors who have not received formal training, nor do they have the opportunity to receive education like ordinary children.Among them, the behavior of ordinary members is closer to that of so-called delinquent teenagers, and their weapons are mostly gadgets such as pocket knives. It is difficult to compare with the illegal forces with guns and ammunition.

Their only combat power is the leader known as the "gravity manipulator" - Nakahara Chuya.

Since three days ago, Strain's unexplained hostile behavior against them has made Chuya, the leader, very busy.

He warned the members of the sheep not to act rashly during this period, try to hide in a safe hiding place as much as possible, and at the same time try to investigate the cause of the incident.

Those enemies will be resolved by him, and of course only he has the strength to solve them.

There is no fundamental conflict of interest between Yang and Strain. After all, the other organization has support from overseas. The main focus should be on the port mafia and the Takase Society, which have been entrenched in the mainland for a long time.

The hostilities started out of nowhere, and after Zhongyuanzhong also once again dealt with a wave of enemies who tried to attack their stronghold with guns, they finally found out the general reason.

They are looking for a member of a sheep.

It was a boy with an unknown appearance, whose stature was about the same age as most of the members of the sheep. He sneaked into a secret warehouse in Strain at noon four days ago and stole an important item that only the highest level of the organization knew about.And the remaining surveillance video shows that the teenager unintentionally raised his cuffs to reveal a smear of blue on his wrist, which looks roughly like a wristband, which proves that he is a member of the sheep.

Zhongyuan Zhong also refused to believe that the beginning of all this was provoked by someone between them.But he was too aware of the usual behavior of sheep members, and this Strain member whose soul was about to be harvested by death did not seem to be lying at all.

The juvenile gravity manipulation made me feel depressed for a while.

This battle that shouldn't have happened could have been avoided.

He did ask after he went back, but no one admitted that he had done this. Instead, he asked whether Zhongyuan Zhongye didn't trust them.The atmosphere was anxious for a while, and after several disputes, the members of the sheep generally believed that this incident was an act of framing the port mafia.

After all, before the incident happened, the only organization that was hostile to the sheep was the Hong Kong and Hei family, and there was no other possibility.

-

Sudden changes in the weather are always without warning.

At some point, the dark clouds covered the original clear indigo, and the sun could not penetrate the tumbling clouds to shine on the earth.Without the scorching heat, the slums, which are already full of filth, are even more gloomy.

Fyodor wore a knee-length black windbreaker over the bartender's uniform. The two completely different styles of clothing were mixed together, which looked rather awkward.But he has no time to care about these small problems at the moment. The young man carrying the takeaway box has already circled the area three times, obviously confused by the overly chaotic buildings and lost his way.

The numb gazes of the surrounding residents and the hidden malice from the dark corners all fell on him.

Under the gradually bleak sea breeze, the hem of the young man's windbreaker kept rising, and in the cramped alley, he always inadvertently rubbed against the dusty walls.He had to carefully put on the clothes that were only hanging on his shoulders to prevent the coat from being blown away by a gust of cold wind.

After all, he didn't sew hidden buttons on his shoulders.

Fyodor stepped on a piece of waste wood in the middle of the road, and there was a crisp "click", as if he had punched his high-hanging heart heavily, which shocked the young man's already tense body completely. stiff.

Like a frightened bird.

Behind his realistic acting skills, his face under the mask has no superfluous expressions, and most of his attention is focused on the general function [map] of the administrator account, silently calculating the approaching speed of a dozen nearby red dots representing the enemy.

His location is quite delicate under the current situation.

Less than 2000 meters away is the place where Shuji Tsushima caused the explosion. Several members of the Supernatural Secret Service Division who had disguised themselves were investigating nearby.Not far from there, there is an underground warehouse belonging to the Strain organization that has been well concealed, and it is the one that was stolen four days ago.

The closest to him right now is...

The young man's eyes, which were covered by the mask, were slightly closed, and his gaze dropped. On the ground in front of his field of vision, a pair of sneakers appeared on the ground that only young people would choose.Looking up along the loose trouser legs, the road in front of him was blocked by a young gray-haired boy.He looked vigilant, the anger between his brows could not be suppressed, and he was staring viciously at Fyodor who was exuding a dazed atmosphere.

The butterfly knife spun around his fingertips a few times, and the tip of the knife pointed at the opponent with a sharp and cold light. The young man shouted angrily: "Stop! Who are you!"

Fyodor paused slightly, and slowly assumed a gesture of surrender.

He had expected Shirase's appearance a long time ago. After all, there was a secret sheep stronghold nearby. At the moment of the war with Strain, any disturbance in the outside world could arouse their vigilance.

What's more, he deliberately wandered around for a long time, and the black windbreaker seemed to be standard for members of Hong Kong gangsters, so it looked suspicious.

"Wearing such a weird mask, sneaking around for so long... Could it be that you are a member of the port mafia?!"

Seeing that the suspicious person did not show any signs of resistance, Shirase became more courageous, but his vigilance never diminished.He approached slowly, cold sweat gradually slipped from the corner of his forehead, trying to force the opponent back.

The young man retreated very cooperatively, as if he did not dare to act rashly after being coerced.He knew without looking back that the road behind him had been cut off by several other members of the sheep.

Attacked from both sides, completely surrounded.

"Well... not at all." Fyodor hugged the cake box in his arms, shrank to the corner of the wall pretending to be afraid, trying to argue for himself, "I'm just an ordinary delivery man who got lost."

He took out a handwritten address from his pocket, and handed it to several teenagers stiffly, "Speaking of which, do you know this address? It's right here. It should be on the edge of the poor street. It's a small western-style house. There is a blue vending machine nearby, and there is a brand of the Port Co., Ltd. branch..."

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Fyodor's voice gradually softened until it was completely silenced.

Several minors headed by Shirase took the note vigilantly, and after seeing the content clearly, the corners of their mouths tightened, and they exchanged obscure glances with each other.

The shopkeeper, who exuded a weak, pitiful and helpless aura, was pushed down, and the back of his head was slammed against the wall, making a dull sound.The collar was picked up, and a cold light was pressed against his neck, as if if he made any improper movements, the sharp blade would cut his throat without hesitation.

"You said you are not a member of the port mafia?! It is clearly their industry there!"

"Damn it, you guys started the dispute between the sheep and the strain, right?! Don't try to deny it now!"

"Arrest him and interrogate him before Chuya comes back!"

……

The anger of this group of teenagers could no longer be tolerated, and the masked man with unknown relationship with Hong Kong gangsters became their best outlet, vowing to get back all the grievances they had suffered in Strain these days.

The so-called evidence is not important to those who are in the dark.

"No, I'm really just a passer-by." Fyodor's eyes were dark, and he made a weak rebuttal for himself with a weak voice.The coolness of the blade against his neck did not shake him at all, and his heart was still beating steadily, without any confusion.

At the entrance of the alley, several adult males armed with machine guns appeared silently, pointing their dark muzzles at the agitated minors who were facing away from them.

No one noticed except for a shop owner who pretended to be weak and innocent.