Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

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The quality of RicBar underground VIP boxes is quite impressive.

Even when the last competition accident caused the auditorium below to collapse, there was no major damage in the corridor of the VIP box except for a few decorative oil paintings that fell to the ground.

There was no sign of that group of mercenaries in the fighting arena.

Therefore, looking at the entire underground arena of Ric, the most likely place for them to appear is this excellent viewing box above the arena.

So they proposed to divide the troops into two groups, with Ms. Inamori going to the fighting arena to find her missing daughter first, while they turned around and went to the VIP box.

And all this is just as Sawada Tsunayoshi and Dazai Osamu expected.

The corridor lights in the VIP area for purple card users were on, and several figures in pitch-black cloaks and hoods stood in an orderly manner in the long corridor.Everyone's posture is quite straight, with well-trained military training, and a submachine gun/gun in their hands.

The two squatted behind the metal gate of the safe exit in the distance.

Sawada Tsunayoshi quickly glanced at the number of people, and roughly estimated that there were nearly 20 people.

Wordlessly, he gestured to Osamu Dazai who was squatting behind the door on the other side, indicating that there were about twenty people.

Osamu Dazai nodded in understanding. He first raised his finger to point at Tsunayoshi Sawada, then pointed outside, then raised his hand to wipe his neck, and finally looked at him with a smile, and asked silently : Can it be done?

Sawada Tsunayoshi recognized the other party's lips and almost rolled his eyes.

What Osamu Dazai meant was that he hoped that he would kill all the nearly twenty people outside by himself.

The opponent has an advantage in numbers, and they are all armed and well-trained mercenaries.Besides, who knows if there will be someone with special abilities like the black woman in the dessert shop in the afternoon.

The man behind the metal door lightly held the edge of the door with one hand, tilted his head to reveal a pair of eyes, and then blinked at him, as if asking him: Is it really impossible?

Gang Ji sighed, stood up and hid behind the door, silently opened and closed his lips and replied: I will try.

Dazai showed a bandaged hand behind the door where he was hiding, and gave Tsunakichi a thumbs up.

The next moment, Sawada Tsunayoshi ignited the flames directly in the palms of both hands, and rushed out of the safe passage with a stride.

A bright light suddenly flickered in this not-so-bright long space, and a slender body appeared in the corridor wrapped in flames. Those well-trained cloaked mercenaries reacted quickly. Seeing this scene, Immediately fired at the figure that suddenly appeared.

The bullets pierced the air and passed by his ears with a biting wind, and the air immediately filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. Sawada Tsunayoshi flexibly dodged the bullets by relying on the most convenient angle, and then ran to the nearest The mercenary raised his hand with a sharp knife.

The mercenary fell down.

As one member collapsed to the ground, the others opened fire with increasing frequency.In the sea of ​​bullets, the brown-haired youth dodged a bullet that flew past the tip of his nose with amazing flexibility, then jumped up and ran towards the second person along the wall.

Seeing Tsunayoshi Sawada attacking him, the mercenary wearing a cloak and hood timidly accelerated his shooting speed, and even took a few steps back slightly.But the figure treacherously carried the flames to block the bullets fired at close range. The brown-haired youth landed on the wall, half leaned down, and ran over his shoulder.

When the young man ran past the second person, this person also opened his mouth in surprise, the charge/gun dropped first, and then the person also knelt down on the ground.

The mercenaries gathered immediately and increased their firepower to attack the intruders, but when the young man attacked with a ball of golden red flames, none of them were spared, and they all lost consciousness and fell down.

Sawada Tsunayoshi glanced at the several mercenaries lying at his feet in disorder, and after confirming that he had killed all the people in this corridor, he turned his head and was about to call Dazai Osamu's name, but the other party had already searched his pockets slowly. walked out of the safe passage.

There was a huge smile on his face, and his eyes were slightly curved.Along the body that fell on the ground all the way, he hummed a little tune as if he was shopping, walked around them leisurely, and walked to Sawada Tsunayoshi.

His voice was up and down, as if he was giving a sensational speech on the podium: "Mr. Sawada is really eye-opening."

Sawada Tsunayoshi sighed softly.

He no longer wanted to pay attention to this man who was acting all the time and always trying to control his behavior.Although he has always been a person who is not good at rejecting other people's requests, this does not mean that he is willing to accept being manipulated by others.

He ignored Dazai Osamu's words just now, but turned around and said in a deep voice, "Let's go in."

In front of the two of them was the VIP box at the innermost side of this corridor.

The door was pushed open.

The blond man opened his arms and made a "welcome" gesture, with a smile on his face, looking forward to the arrival of the "guests" outside.

Two slender young men stepped into the room silently. The one standing in front was wearing a light-colored wide short-sleeve, and the other was wearing a long windbreaker.

They were all people he had just met a few days ago, and even had a delicious dinner with him at the table.

There was a bright smile on RT's face, and he continued to keep his arms open, as if he was about to step forward to hug an old friend.

"Welcome, my friends." His high, excited voice filled the room.

Seeing RT's overly young and handsome face, Tsunayoshi Sawada couldn't help but pause when he stepped forward.Although he knew from the very beginning that something was wrong with this man, he never imagined that he would meet RT here today.

Osamu Dazai stared at the pitch-black cloak on RT's body, and the torn fabric at the edge hung in the air with his raised arms, so he saw the pistol/gun stuck in his waist at a glance.

The gray ghost, Mimic's logo.

The black curly-haired man raised his eyes, even with the light shining on them, his eyes were still gray and gloomy.He slightly opened his pale lips: "I thought you were all dead."

It's not too early for him to know RT.

Relevant intelligence data showed that this man came from a declining aristocratic family in Europe.And his own hobby is fighting, and he is an excellent fighting master at a young age.

Although they had a few words with RT after they met by chance in a certain bar, in Dazai Osamu's opinion, they are not close friends, and naturally they are even less likely to be friends.

So there's nothing to be sad about seeing this man is Mimic's person.

"That really disappoints you, Dazai." RT withdrew his arms, as if imprinting a smile on his face, and the upward arc of the corner of his mouth did not change at all.

"The ghost has already lost its life, so how can we talk about life and death?" He asked rhetorically.

"It's okay." Dazai Osamu returned with a more hypocritical smile than the other party, "I can also make you realize that ghosts can die."

"Call Isamu Sakurada." RT looked at Tsunayoshi Sawada and ordered.

Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't move, and asked with a frown, "What's your purpose?"

"I'll show you a good show." The blond man replied, the joy in his voice seemed to be overflowing.

"Hey, Mr. Sawada."

Dazai Osamu's voice came from the side, and Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at him.

"Do as he said first." The black-haired man lost expression on his face, and there was no emotion in his voice.

Sawada Tsunayoshi noticed that Dazai Osamu was staring at the competition ring outside the glass, and he followed the man's gaze to look out of the French window.

On the three square light blue arenas distributed in a triangular shape, the most visible one, with two figures sitting kneeling, was framed by a cube-like transparent barrier for some reason.

The red barrier is not smooth, but distinct, with a small gap in the middle.Looking down from a high place, it was like a cage was heavily imprisoned on the ring.

"That's my superpower. It's not very useful, but it's more than enough to lock two people and prevent them from escaping." RT's voice floated from the side.

He smiled lightly at Tsunayoshi Sawada again: "I planted a bomb on Satomi Inamori."

Sawada Tsunayoshi finally called his boss, Isamu Sakurada, who was on a business trip to Tokyo.

He feels terrible now, his experience today can be described as twists and turns, since the afternoon, he has been traveling between various places, and he has never been free.The most frightening thing is that he has to tell his boss personally that his wife and daughter have been kidnapped, and the person who planned this matter is about to negotiate some terms with him.

The phone got through.

RT motioned to him to turn on the speakerphone, and Tsunayoshi Sawada did as he did. "Hello?" Isamu Sakurada's dignified but tired voice came from the phone.

Sawada Tsunayoshi closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Mr. Sakurada, please stay calm and listen to me."

Before he could finish his words, RT who was standing beside him laughed, "Mr. Sakurada, I hope we can make a deal."

Isamu Sakurada's voice on the other end of the phone suddenly lowered the temperature: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." RT replied loudly, "Your fiancée and daughter are on Ric's field right now, they have bombs on them, and the remote control is in my hand."

The man on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and obviously took a deep breath. He seemed to be trying hard to keep his tone steady: ".What do you want to talk to me about?"

"I remember, Ric's contract with the Port Mafia should be about to expire, right?" RT paused meaningfully.

"Yes." Isamu Sakurada gritted his teeth and replied.

RT didn't make any further prefixes, but immediately said briefly: "I want Ric's control for at least ten years in the future."

"I can give you 5 minutes to think about it, but it's only 5 minutes."

"After all, if you think about it in your shoes, if it were my wife and daughter who were blown up in the field I personally manage, then I would probably regret it, and I will never forget it in my life."

He smiled distortedly, and opened his mouth with a high grin, revealing neatly arranged white teeth.

Like a ghost crawling out of hell.