When the head crosses Yokohama
Chapter 52
——The magical strengthening system.
52.
Dostoevsky took Wojin to a remote and deserted place, and the burly man looked around curiously, seemingly defenseless.
"What is this place?"
"You will know when you go."
"You said you would take me to see the head of the regiment."
"Commander," the word repeated in Dostoevsky's mouth, "So you are all called Captain Kurolo."
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and there was an inexplicable smile in his eyes. In Wo Jin's eyes, this thin man who looked like a little chicken obviously didn't put away his fox tail.
"Do you really know Kuroro?"
"Of course, I'm his friend."
Dostoevsky was not shy, looking at Wojin with flickering eyes, which Wojin felt a little familiar with, and knights usually have this kind of look when they want to punish people.
Obviously, the person in front of him has a worse mind than the knight.
"The way you look at me makes me feel sick." Wo Jin clenched his hands into fists, his palms rubbing against the air, "I can't stand you, so, you'd better disappear from my eyes! "
The intuition of the strengthening system made Wo Jin shoot at Dostoyevsky without hesitation at this moment. He swung his fist, and his hand was hissing with heat. But the big man Wojin couldn't help frowning when he looked at his fist.
Mind force shrinks.
But even so, it is more than enough to deal with the weak young man in front of him!
Dostoevsky was worthy of being a mouse. Just now, he nimbly dodged Wojin's attack, but facing Wojin's attack, it was not so easy to dodge.
A few times brushed past Wo Jin's side, Wo Jin was a little angry.
Taking a deep breath, Wo Jin decided to deafen the cunning man.
"You really don't want to know where Kuroro is?"
"As long as I beat you to the ground, I will know everything!"
"You died in the chain hands, Kuroro also died, you probably don't know it, Kuroro held a funeral for you here... well, but you should have seen it, here It's not your world."
Dostoevsky suddenly gave up his resistance. He stood still and said such words, as if he was sure that Wojin would stop.
Then Dostoevsky was slapped in the face resoundingly.
Wo Jin kicked over and did not stop at all. He opened his mouth and roared at Dostoyevsky. The power of the sound wave spread out from Wo Jin's mouth like a hill. The emaciated Russian youths all fell to the ground under the roar.
Dostoevsky: ...
Unexpectedly, Wo Jin's tone was quite loud.
He rolled on the ground twice before he stabilized his figure, and stretched out his hand to cover his head with the white fluffy hat that had almost come off, with a rare panic showing on his face.
Wo Jingang's lion's roar just now was beyond his expectation.
What was even more unexpected to him was that after the lion roared, the savage directly punched him with his fists, and his ears were still buzzing. Dostoevsky was not in good condition, and soon he was like a chicken The neck was also pinched by a big man.
Dostoevsky is good-looking, has a good brain, and the lethality of supernatural powers is also very impressive. Except for his weaker physical functions, he is a personal nuclear weapon.
But precisely because of this, creatures with big breasts and no brains who act on intuition are the people he hates the most-on this point, Dazai and he must have the same feelings.
But even though he was subdued easily, Dostoevsky did not panic, instead he laughed "hehehe" under Wojin's rough movements.
People like Wojin can't play tricks with him.
"If you don't want the members of the brigade to die again," Dostoevsky began to threaten directly, "you can kill me at will."
Wojin wasn't moving fast enough, at least not fast enough compared to Dostoevsky's speaking speed.
After a wave of sound attacks from him, if he gets another solid punch, even a monster like Dostoevsky will definitely not survive tonight. Wojin may be straightforward and rough, but his face When dealing with the enemy, he will never show mercy.
But, before Wojin made his move, Dostoevsky threatened with a straight ball.
His fist landed on the tip of the Russian youth's nose.
"If you kill me here, the brigade you protected will disappear again."
Theoretically speaking, he shouldn't believe what the man in front of him said, but as Wo Jin, who has enough experience and intuition to predict the danger, he still stopped.
"what do you mean?"
"Let go of me first?"
Dostoevsky coughed twice. Wojin's rough movements really made his fragile body feel a little uncomfortable. He has been active in Europe for so many years, even though he is always mentally suppressing the enemy, but his physical condition is not good enough. It will look very embarrassing.
It took him a long time to straighten out his breath.
When his eyes met with Wo Jin's, Dostoevsky clearly saw the disdain in the other's eyes.
Comparing with this kind of brainless person... forget it.
The confrontation between Wojin and Dostoevsky has already been defeated at this time, but obviously Wojin is not ashamed of this temporary bow, but carelessly gave the weak chicken in front of him another look:
"So what exactly is going on here?"
Although Wojin was a bit bigger, he was not really stupid. After he woke up suddenly, he smashed a room of Dostoevsky, and now he beat up the owner of this room. He never did anything more extreme.
Whether it's smashing a room or beating someone, it's just an itchy hand for Wojin.
So Wo Jin has been calm ever since he came to this world.
Calmly looking at Dostoyevsky, calmly observing the surroundings, when Dostoyevsky bared his fangs, he wanted to beat him up according to his intuition, but he stopped in the middle .
——The current world is not normal.
——My own situation is also very strange.
——Perhaps you can listen to the words of the weak chicken boy.
It was precisely because of this intuition that Wo Jin lowered his fist.
"You are resurrected, and Kuroro is also resurrected," Dostoevsky said emphatically, and with a voice that finally stopped coughing, he said to the big man Wojin: "If you want to know more, We can have dinner and talk."
Meteor street people will not refuse food.
So when Dostoevsky said this, Wojin's attitude softened a little.
When talking about food, Wojin's attitude changed a lot, and Dostoevsky was a little surprised.
Then when he saw Wojin eating, he felt even more surprised—yes, he didn’t use the word “eating” but the word “eating” when describing Wojin eating, and he didn’t use this word at all. exaggerate.
There are a lot of food in front of him, and Wo Jin, who is like a savage, can swallow them all in an instant. No matter whether it is salty or bland, whether it is delicious or not, everyone in front of him will take the order. receive,
It looks like a person with a lot of food, but in fact, Wojin's food is much bigger than it looks.
"are you full?"
Blinking, Dostoevsky asked the question for the third time.
Finally, when Dostoyevsky asked the question for the fourth time, Wo Jin patted his stomach, let out a super-smelling belch, and then looked at the skinny young man in front of him contentedly:
"I didn't expect you to have a heart, and you are actually not bad."
Dostoevsky nodded without changing his face: "Thank you."
"Do you still want to know the whereabouts of Kurolo Luxilu?" Dostoevsky folded his arms around his chest and asked leisurely with his back against the wall.
"Where is the head?"
Waking up after dying once, and then being satisfied and eating a full meal, this feeling is more enjoyable than imagined.
"To be honest, I still don't believe that Kuroro will die," even though Kurapika cultivated the ability to target the brigade for revenge, Wojin still didn't dare, or there were facts that he didn't want to believe , "Where is the head?"
"Help me attack a place."
As soon as he talked about what he wanted to know, Dostoevsky changed the topic, looked at him with the eyes that disgusted Wojin at the beginning, and said: "It's a place called the Armed Detective Agency. .”
Dostoevsky was making demands on him.
"Are they your enemies?" Wojin looked at him, "If so, why do you bother to kill them?"
"It's not an enemy." As a result, Dostoevsky said something that only the head of the regiment could understand, "But they are also not my friends. Sometimes certain people or certain organizations stand in front of you." It's annoying at times, but without their push, it's going to turn upside down what was planned—so I just hope to cause them a little trouble."
"It just so happens that Kuroro will also go to the detective agency recently." Dostoevsky looked at Okin with a strange light in his eyes, "so this is my request, if you want to meet Kuroro if."
"What's your name?" Wojin asked suddenly.
"Dostoevsky." The thin Russian youth seemed a little puzzled.
"Okay, Dostoevsky," Wojin waved his hand, "Speak up if you have anything to say in the future, I hate talking around the bush... Also, this meal is not bad."
Wojin is a straight person, he hates it and barely accepts it, maybe it's just a meal away.
After speaking, he threw his arms away, stood up and prepared to leave.
"Where are you going?" asked Dostoevsky.
"Go to the Armed Detective Agency." Wo Jin replied as a matter of course.
52.
Dostoevsky took Wojin to a remote and deserted place, and the burly man looked around curiously, seemingly defenseless.
"What is this place?"
"You will know when you go."
"You said you would take me to see the head of the regiment."
"Commander," the word repeated in Dostoevsky's mouth, "So you are all called Captain Kurolo."
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and there was an inexplicable smile in his eyes. In Wo Jin's eyes, this thin man who looked like a little chicken obviously didn't put away his fox tail.
"Do you really know Kuroro?"
"Of course, I'm his friend."
Dostoevsky was not shy, looking at Wojin with flickering eyes, which Wojin felt a little familiar with, and knights usually have this kind of look when they want to punish people.
Obviously, the person in front of him has a worse mind than the knight.
"The way you look at me makes me feel sick." Wo Jin clenched his hands into fists, his palms rubbing against the air, "I can't stand you, so, you'd better disappear from my eyes! "
The intuition of the strengthening system made Wo Jin shoot at Dostoyevsky without hesitation at this moment. He swung his fist, and his hand was hissing with heat. But the big man Wojin couldn't help frowning when he looked at his fist.
Mind force shrinks.
But even so, it is more than enough to deal with the weak young man in front of him!
Dostoevsky was worthy of being a mouse. Just now, he nimbly dodged Wojin's attack, but facing Wojin's attack, it was not so easy to dodge.
A few times brushed past Wo Jin's side, Wo Jin was a little angry.
Taking a deep breath, Wo Jin decided to deafen the cunning man.
"You really don't want to know where Kuroro is?"
"As long as I beat you to the ground, I will know everything!"
"You died in the chain hands, Kuroro also died, you probably don't know it, Kuroro held a funeral for you here... well, but you should have seen it, here It's not your world."
Dostoevsky suddenly gave up his resistance. He stood still and said such words, as if he was sure that Wojin would stop.
Then Dostoevsky was slapped in the face resoundingly.
Wo Jin kicked over and did not stop at all. He opened his mouth and roared at Dostoyevsky. The power of the sound wave spread out from Wo Jin's mouth like a hill. The emaciated Russian youths all fell to the ground under the roar.
Dostoevsky: ...
Unexpectedly, Wo Jin's tone was quite loud.
He rolled on the ground twice before he stabilized his figure, and stretched out his hand to cover his head with the white fluffy hat that had almost come off, with a rare panic showing on his face.
Wo Jingang's lion's roar just now was beyond his expectation.
What was even more unexpected to him was that after the lion roared, the savage directly punched him with his fists, and his ears were still buzzing. Dostoevsky was not in good condition, and soon he was like a chicken The neck was also pinched by a big man.
Dostoevsky is good-looking, has a good brain, and the lethality of supernatural powers is also very impressive. Except for his weaker physical functions, he is a personal nuclear weapon.
But precisely because of this, creatures with big breasts and no brains who act on intuition are the people he hates the most-on this point, Dazai and he must have the same feelings.
But even though he was subdued easily, Dostoevsky did not panic, instead he laughed "hehehe" under Wojin's rough movements.
People like Wojin can't play tricks with him.
"If you don't want the members of the brigade to die again," Dostoevsky began to threaten directly, "you can kill me at will."
Wojin wasn't moving fast enough, at least not fast enough compared to Dostoevsky's speaking speed.
After a wave of sound attacks from him, if he gets another solid punch, even a monster like Dostoevsky will definitely not survive tonight. Wojin may be straightforward and rough, but his face When dealing with the enemy, he will never show mercy.
But, before Wojin made his move, Dostoevsky threatened with a straight ball.
His fist landed on the tip of the Russian youth's nose.
"If you kill me here, the brigade you protected will disappear again."
Theoretically speaking, he shouldn't believe what the man in front of him said, but as Wo Jin, who has enough experience and intuition to predict the danger, he still stopped.
"what do you mean?"
"Let go of me first?"
Dostoevsky coughed twice. Wojin's rough movements really made his fragile body feel a little uncomfortable. He has been active in Europe for so many years, even though he is always mentally suppressing the enemy, but his physical condition is not good enough. It will look very embarrassing.
It took him a long time to straighten out his breath.
When his eyes met with Wo Jin's, Dostoevsky clearly saw the disdain in the other's eyes.
Comparing with this kind of brainless person... forget it.
The confrontation between Wojin and Dostoevsky has already been defeated at this time, but obviously Wojin is not ashamed of this temporary bow, but carelessly gave the weak chicken in front of him another look:
"So what exactly is going on here?"
Although Wojin was a bit bigger, he was not really stupid. After he woke up suddenly, he smashed a room of Dostoevsky, and now he beat up the owner of this room. He never did anything more extreme.
Whether it's smashing a room or beating someone, it's just an itchy hand for Wojin.
So Wo Jin has been calm ever since he came to this world.
Calmly looking at Dostoyevsky, calmly observing the surroundings, when Dostoyevsky bared his fangs, he wanted to beat him up according to his intuition, but he stopped in the middle .
——The current world is not normal.
——My own situation is also very strange.
——Perhaps you can listen to the words of the weak chicken boy.
It was precisely because of this intuition that Wo Jin lowered his fist.
"You are resurrected, and Kuroro is also resurrected," Dostoevsky said emphatically, and with a voice that finally stopped coughing, he said to the big man Wojin: "If you want to know more, We can have dinner and talk."
Meteor street people will not refuse food.
So when Dostoevsky said this, Wojin's attitude softened a little.
When talking about food, Wojin's attitude changed a lot, and Dostoevsky was a little surprised.
Then when he saw Wojin eating, he felt even more surprised—yes, he didn’t use the word “eating” but the word “eating” when describing Wojin eating, and he didn’t use this word at all. exaggerate.
There are a lot of food in front of him, and Wo Jin, who is like a savage, can swallow them all in an instant. No matter whether it is salty or bland, whether it is delicious or not, everyone in front of him will take the order. receive,
It looks like a person with a lot of food, but in fact, Wojin's food is much bigger than it looks.
"are you full?"
Blinking, Dostoevsky asked the question for the third time.
Finally, when Dostoyevsky asked the question for the fourth time, Wo Jin patted his stomach, let out a super-smelling belch, and then looked at the skinny young man in front of him contentedly:
"I didn't expect you to have a heart, and you are actually not bad."
Dostoevsky nodded without changing his face: "Thank you."
"Do you still want to know the whereabouts of Kurolo Luxilu?" Dostoevsky folded his arms around his chest and asked leisurely with his back against the wall.
"Where is the head?"
Waking up after dying once, and then being satisfied and eating a full meal, this feeling is more enjoyable than imagined.
"To be honest, I still don't believe that Kuroro will die," even though Kurapika cultivated the ability to target the brigade for revenge, Wojin still didn't dare, or there were facts that he didn't want to believe , "Where is the head?"
"Help me attack a place."
As soon as he talked about what he wanted to know, Dostoevsky changed the topic, looked at him with the eyes that disgusted Wojin at the beginning, and said: "It's a place called the Armed Detective Agency. .”
Dostoevsky was making demands on him.
"Are they your enemies?" Wojin looked at him, "If so, why do you bother to kill them?"
"It's not an enemy." As a result, Dostoevsky said something that only the head of the regiment could understand, "But they are also not my friends. Sometimes certain people or certain organizations stand in front of you." It's annoying at times, but without their push, it's going to turn upside down what was planned—so I just hope to cause them a little trouble."
"It just so happens that Kuroro will also go to the detective agency recently." Dostoevsky looked at Okin with a strange light in his eyes, "so this is my request, if you want to meet Kuroro if."
"What's your name?" Wojin asked suddenly.
"Dostoevsky." The thin Russian youth seemed a little puzzled.
"Okay, Dostoevsky," Wojin waved his hand, "Speak up if you have anything to say in the future, I hate talking around the bush... Also, this meal is not bad."
Wojin is a straight person, he hates it and barely accepts it, maybe it's just a meal away.
After speaking, he threw his arms away, stood up and prepared to leave.
"Where are you going?" asked Dostoevsky.
"Go to the Armed Detective Agency." Wo Jin replied as a matter of course.
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