Port Mafia executives have something to say

run.

run.

run.

The scenery in front of you is like a shaking close-up shot in a movie.

Every fleeing person has a different suitcase, the color of their clothes, and even their hair color.

Logically speaking, this torrent of people should be like a huge colorful snake, meandering and crawling in this city called Yokohama.

But those who have seen this scene all think that this picture is gray, dirty, lifeless and devoid of any pleasant colors.

Only a little inconspicuous light color, like the unshakable rock in the middle of the stream, unceremoniously pushes away anyone who stands in the way, struggling desperately against the current among the gray crowd called panic.

"You...!" Madman!

The man who was rudely pushed aside by the "rock" saw the eyes of the man who was running retrograde towards the coast when such a disaster was approaching, before he cursed.

What to say?

Those are the two kites that should be as intoxicating as old wine, but at the moment they are plunged into a deep coldness because of the owner's emotions. Just passing by like this and looking at each other for a moment, the kite is already chilling. Color pupils.

In a flash.

very scary.

The person who was pushed away stared blankly at the figure that nimbly disappeared into the crowd again, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva timidly—and the swear words that were about to be uttered.

Then, stumbling, without looking back, he re-merged into the flood of refugees.

The beeping cars have blocked almost all the streets leading to the outside world, and the county-level expressways have even cut off the traffic of other ordinary vehicles, and specially opened up emergency lanes for evacuation and first aid.

the man.

woman.

And the children who don't know what's going to happen in their hometown, innocently ask their mother who is holding her and weeping as she moves with the crowd, "Mom, why doesn't grandma go with us?"

They are like a trickling stream, flowing along the criss-crossing streets and alleys of this city, until they converge into a sad song that makes all the people watching this scene move and worry.

But at this moment, although they don't know why, the children, who are instinctively uneasy about all the abnormal changes in the situation, don't know what they are about to face in a few minutes.

"The time left for a successful evacuation is too short,"

The young police officer in uniform might have felt a little bit unbearable about the scene of separation of flesh and blood before, but now that he has seen too much, he has completely become numb.The policeman recorded the family's name on the notebook in his hand, "After registration, minors will be evacuated first, and others will be arranged to enter the nearby high-rise buildings for refuge."

"...Wait, wait a minute...! At least let me—"

"next."

The police officer said with a blank face.

At the same time, he reached out and roughly pulled the still ignorant child out of the arms of the mother who was in a panic trying to kiss the soft cheek again... maybe the last time, and handed it to the female colleague who was already waiting on the bus, completely ignoring those heartbreaking cries,

"Mom...? Woo... I want my mother!"

"Baby...we, we'll pick you up soon—"

"next."

This scene happened in front of every bus preparing to evacuate Yokohama, but no one can blame the military and police who have become insensitive to this.

In the face of such an emergency evacuation without warning, time is such a precious life force. If everyone has to say goodbye before getting on the bus, it will only slow down the progress of other people's evacuation from Yokohama.

Maybe just a second late and someone died.

Being able to exhort and kiss each other goodbye with your loved ones is just an artistic plot that only appears in movies to exaggerate the atmosphere and set off emotions.

But the reality is so cruel that it is even impossible for parents to finish comforting and saying goodbye to their young children.

The military and police who are acting rudely at this moment, who may be criticized in the future, have lost the opportunity to evacuate here forever.

Including themselves, also know this.

Although it is already such a heartbreaking picture, it can be seen that these are only a very common thumbnail silhouette in a corner of Yokohama when disaster strikes.

Yokohama has a population of more than 300 million people, and if other neighboring cities that will be affected by the tsunami are included, this number may continue to grow by leaps and bounds.At this moment, there are countless people repeating the same cries and prayers. It is only a natural disaster enough to destroy a city. I don’t know how many such heart-wrenching wailings will be heard, let alone is the whole world.

Without the Noah’s Ark built after listening to the apocalypse, countless people would have nowhere to escape and could only watch helplessly as they originally entrusted their beautiful wishes for the future and passed on this ultimate love of limited life and infinite tomorrow. My [child/hope] struggled in the water and suffocated painfully, or was swept away by the turbulent current, and he died without a trace.

It's not as easy to explain as "blackening" or "like a villain who destroys the world in comics".

Because at the moment of farewell between the mother and the son, the resentment from the gods is like the causal reshaping of everything in this world, and it has become the despair that touches the deepest part of the human soul and is more painful than death itself.

It is also the supreme hymn for [World Exterminating Flood]...

—and condemnation.

……

On the other side, Osamu Dazai walked and avoided with ease in the gaps in the crowd.His eyes glanced at the wrist watch worn by the right hand of the refugee who pulled his luggage and retreated in panic.

It was about 55 minutes* before the estimated time in the news that the first wave of water from the tsunami reached Yokohama.

The glass window of the store next to him reflects/shows his flashing profile while running, and the chatter of the TV in the store that has not yet been turned off also blows over him with the same gentle sea breeze at this time by the ear,

"...According to observations by relevant departments, this kind of tsunami over ten meters is extremely destructive even to inland areas. An official 'major tsunami warning' has been issued. I hope that the local people who are expected to be affected by the disaster can cooperate... "

This is really... a grand comeback.

It was a rare time for this man, who had always been thoughtful of plans, not to think so casually.

Although ordinary people are kept in the dark by the danger forecast on the news, he is very clear about the truth of the so-called "big tsunami warning".

This is not an underwater earthquake warning issued by the Neon Meteorological Agency at all.

It is the highest-level [man-made] supernatural disaster that is enough to reach the national level* observed by the daily monitoring team of the Supernatural Special Affairs Division of the Ministry of the Interior who uses special satellites to monitor the fluctuation value of the supernatural power in Yokohama.

He remembered the phone call from the "Yokohama Daylight" Supernatural Secret Service Division represented by Ango Sakaguchi after Shen Kaijing mercilessly hung up the communication.

The old acquaintance who once drank and chatted together at the Lupin bar did not know that this "large tsunami" would be caused by Fukakai Kyo who had been missing for four full years, but he still expressed his gratitude to Osamu Dazai. In order to let him who has [Disqualification in the World] stop this catastrophic event.

Of course, even if there was no such entrustment request from there, Osamu Dazai would not let the matter go.

After all, in this world, besides Shen Haijing himself, the person who understands Vingtmillelieuessouslesmers the most is probably the former five cadres of the port mafia who are close-minded and have known each other for many years.Not to mention that they barely knew each other when they were young... Friends, it is impossible to watch each other make a big mistake.

Right now, the coast is not far away as far as the eye can see, Osamu Dazai looked around subconsciously.The light brown thin windbreaker on his body was blown violently by the sudden violent sea breeze in this wide field of vision.

The phone in his pocket started buzzing and vibrating again, he immediately took out the phone and pressed the answer button, "Kunikida-kun..."

"Hey, Dazai! Where did you go again?! Now all members of the detective agency are preparing to evacuate to the nearby mountain together! A tsunami over ten meters high must be at least equal to the height of a three-story building. This is no joke !Where the hell are you! Come back quickly—”

Although it was the same as before, it was even more anxious and irritable than usual because of the coming disaster.

But if you listen carefully, you can still hear a little worry that care is chaos from those hysterical scolding.

No matter when, Osamu Dazai's voice seems to be as calm as ever, as if the panic and bewilderment he faced when he was interrogated by Fukami-kyo before were just his false mask, "Kunikida-kun, listen to me first ,"

While running in the direction locked by the location, he quickly swept past several coffee shops on the seaside avenue, where there are already empty tables and chairs,

"This tsunami is man-made."

However, it is extremely rare that Osamu Dazai, who has always held the wisdom in his hands, felt a little uneasy about this development.

This conditioned reflex-like slight uneasiness was not let go by his extremely rational brain when it was operating, but instead prompted Osamu Dazai to leave as many clues as possible for his trusted detective agency colleagues.

"What...!" The other side of the phone was deeply shocked by the astonishing truth, followed by the righteous anger of the next president, "How could...?! Damn it! Who would do it?" This kind of thing happened!!!”

"Deep sea capital."

He said the name of the culprit without any concealment, and after a short short breath while running, Osamu Dazai let out a breath.

Although it was only for a few minutes, the slightly wet curly hair on his forehead showed that the current situation is not as relaxed as the voice expressed, "This person is the alien who was famous a few years ago and can manipulate sea water out of thin air. A person with abilities, ordinary people will definitely not be able to get cheap in his hands——according to the contact with the Supernatural Secret Service Division and Shen Haijing himself just now. The large-scale tsunami that has affected the entire Tokyo Bay is absolutely inseparable from him.”

"...Is there really a person with supernatural powers who can do this?"

"Among the people I've met, that guy is one of the most dangerous people." Osamu Dazai said in a deep voice, "But relatively speaking, Shen Haijing's personal weaknesses are also very obvious."

"For example, his level of melee combat, at least during the last time four years ago, was still a mess."

"In addition to this, you can also use the persistent tactics of lack of oxygen when launching different abilities;"

"Ambush tactics that use the weak protection under its feet to ambush mines;"

"Use a lot of heavy firepower or supernatural powers to directly heat the temperature of the seawater around him, or secretly release neurotoxins that can be effective by skin contact, or you can use the conductivity of liquid... Such active attack tactics."

Just like Nakahara Chuya would secretly think about "how to defeat Fukkai Kyo who will become an enemy one day", of course Osamu Dazai also prepared many special attacks against him, and he would never use them unless it was absolutely necessary. s method.

Moreover, unlike the port Mafia Gravity Envoy's defense strategy, which focuses on using its own supernatural powers to fight hard, the methods prepared by this frightening former five cadres seem ordinary, but they are more aimed at each defect. It is no exaggeration to call it a "poison trick".

So much so that when Kunikida Doppo on the other end heard these plans, he felt a little pity for a moment.

But he immediately realized that the other party was the chief culprit who was about to destroy Yokohama for no reason, and he didn't deserve sympathy at all.

So the tall, blond young man pushed his glasses, "So, you mean to let us formulate an emergency battle plan based on this information? I'm going to prepare the meeting room right now. Fortunately, the other clerks have gone to the nearby mountains to take refuge... ...Tanizaki, Kenji, prepare immediately—”

"No." Osamu Dazai said, "What I mean by this is to let Kunikida-kun remember it first. In case I can't come back this time, you have to do a good job with the Supernatural Secret Service and the Port Mafia. Let's join hands to fight Shen Haijing's preparations."

"...!"

It seemed that he had finally recovered from the shock. After a while, there was a messy sound of "Mr. Kunikida?! Where are you going now?" from the other end of the phone.

The loudest among them is still the roar from Kunikida Doppo, "You idiot! Since the other party is such a dangerous person, how dare you rush over alone?!"

This is not like Dazai's usual style at all!

He gritted his teeth and thought, grabbed his notebook marked "Ideal", and rushed out the door, while continuing to rush to the detective agency colleague who lost the chain at a critical moment on his phone, "Send me the location immediately, I'm rushing over now!"

"—57 Beach Road."

"!!!"

The one who answered Kunikida Doppo this time was completely different from Dazai Osamu, who was panting a little because of running, with a voice so calm that it might even give the impression of a little shyness.

But he didn't feel relaxed at all.

...This is Dazai's mobile phone, and a temporary replacement can only explain one thing.

"Really, if you tell him everything, there is only one dead end."

However, on the other end of the phone, in Yokohama and several nearby cities, the culprit who caused the tsunami, a catastrophe and disaster that caught the attention of the whole country, did not tense up instantly like Kunikida Doppo who heard the voice of the enemy, but became intimate My best friend murmured and complained, "It's been four years, why is this Dazai still so arbitrary and doesn't listen to others?"

"Dazai he—"

"What can I do now?"

Shen Haijing even sighed as if he was worried, but what he said in the next second made people feel cold in an instant, "On the other side, run faster."

"I can't move Dazai... Someone must collect his body, right?"

"!!!"

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I'll just kneel QvQ

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