Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

--storehouse.

It turned out to be a warehouse.

In this luxurious and high-end hotel, the official who once intended to steal greater power and money and would rather cooperate with the dark organization in order to survive was able to swallow his anger and hide here.

of course.

At this moment, there is no "warehouse" anymore.

The rough room, which was not too big but full of cartons, iron boxes and wine barrels, was in a mess.

Cardboard boxes burned and stacked shelves rolled over each other.

The wine barrel was pierced by bullets, and the dark red wine flowed down one after another, mixing with the bright red liquid on the ground, making it impossible to distinguish.

The damaged light tubes on the ceiling faltered, flashing a cold and unstable white light.

"...Please, you," said the mission target whose knee was shot through, tremblingly.

He couldn't stand up anymore, and sat on the ground, wriggling backwards with his palms.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me—!"

The cold sweat seeping from the forehead trickled down the eyelids, almost stinging the pupils.

He didn't dare to blink at all, and let out a broken begging sound with his throat.

"I can give up all the profits! I will never betray the organization again!!!"

The mission target had a pale face and shouted anxiously.

He tries to impress death with money:

"I, I don't want it anymore, that smuggling line, right! I still have a few lists in my hand-I will give all of these to the organization for free! Don't kill me!"

Death was unmoved.

The pitch-black soles bypassed the wine and blood, and stepped on the clean ground without leaving any footprints.

A cruel smile emerged from the depths of those dark green pupils.

Reaper raised the black muzzle——

"Do you dare?!" The mission target collapsed, "I am an official of this country!!! How dare you attack the police and officials?! Don't be afraid——"

Death smiled contemptuously.

"Idiot. You don't even know you're dying."

"In this world—"

"There is no place a crow cannot go."

From the mouth of the god of death, uttered cold, cruel, and chilling words.

Behind the declaration of death, the huge, terrifying, invincible and desperate shadow of the crow group loomed faintly.

A finger covered in a jet-black leather glove was already pressing on the trigger.

Death gave a slight pause:

"Are you really not going to shoot the last shot to see the blood, young master?"

Saying this sentence, the god of death is not so much like the god of death.

There was some warmth in his cold words.

It turned out to be nice and angry, with a hint of coaxing.

"--I do not want."

Someone answered soon.

The voice was crisp and tender, and it belonged to a young child who hadn't grown up.

But for some reason, when facing the god of death, he didn't have the slightest fear, but instead gave orders lazily.

"Your own work, don't push it to me."

... Who is this person who dares to speak with such an attitude? !

The task target couldn't help but look around, with extravagant hopes:

Could it be that it will be a turning point for survival? ! !

pity,

pity.

The cruel and ruthless god of death will never leave his prey a little luck.

The silver-haired man let out a "tsk", and took away the life of the mission target with a single shot.

Then, he turned around.

He didn't look around like that stupid man, but raised his head:

"When did you climb up? Come down, young master. It's not safe there."

— as Gin said.

At some point, Osamu Dazai slipped away from the hotel surveillance device and the patrolling plainclothes police department, and his anti-reconnaissance skills had already been fully used. He was not in another normal place, but climbed to the top of the stack of shelves and cartons.

The boy curled his legs and folded his arms.

Her small chin rests on her knees, and she tilts her head, revealing only her iris-colored right eye.

Maybe it was the shootout just now, or maybe it was scratched on the way up.

The child's bandages were slightly loose, and the cuffs of a pure white suit were grazed by bullets or rubbed with red wine. At this moment, bright red color gradually oozes out.

Imagine.

In the fierce and chaotic gun battle just now, this child just sat on a high place quietly, letting the bullets fly by, letting the screams of human beings resound in the ears, letting the lives of the same kind gradually dissipate, swallowing in pain Last breath.

Dazai didn't make a sound.Just obsessed, longing.

— languid, habitual.

Stare at death.

"..."

Gin sighed.

He is not qualified to control any behavior of the heir of the organization, and he is not moved by the child's presence.

Rather, when he saw the dazzling bright red on the white dress, Qin Jiu's entire face turned black.

"Come down."

Gin whispered.

"Don't make me repeat it a third time. - 'Please.'"

Dazai moved.

He glanced down, and simply leaned forward——

"Osamu Dazai!!!"

Gin was probably the first time in his life to roar.

At the same time, the man rushed forward in twos and threes, stepped on the wreckage on the ground, jumped up, and accurately grabbed the child who was willing to die in his arms.

"Are you looking for death?!——it's not you——you're looking for death?!?!"

Gin was so angry that he wanted to curse, but the next second he was at a loss for words and seemed incoherent.

The child in his arms cheered up, and looked up to see "Reaper" was so angry that his seven orifices were black with smoke, his face was upturned, and he was smiling.

Gin: "........."

You can't get angry with the young master.

You can't get angry with the young master.

Repeat twice.

Ahhhhhhhhhh, why don't you just piss me off? ! !

Qin Jiu closed his eyes hard.

After the darkness in front of his eyes, the touch in his arms became more vivid.

The child's bones have not yet been finalized, sitting on the man's right arm, limp.

Maybe I drank the juice not long ago, and it smelled like a tender white lychee just peeled from the husk (the core is black), which washed away the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke in the room.

He still held the gun in his left hand.Cold, cruel, and took away one life after another.

Use the gun in your left hand to protect the life in your right hand.

——This is gin, something I have never done before.

Of course, for the current Gin, don't mention "This Killer Is Not So Cold" (?), a change in mentality (??), or a sudden awakening (?!!).

He just wanted to put the gun on the head of the child who was not afraid of anything, who couldn't be beaten or scolded.

Tell Osamu Dazai:

'one way or another.You can't die. '

And before Gin almost endured to the limit, finally got angry at the young master, and finally reached the end of a day trip to the torture room.

Dazai moved in his arms.

For some reason, the child, who usually resists physical contact, was not in a hurry to fall to the ground this time.

He sat on Gin's arm leisurely, and even shook his legs without any fear.

"Is this the 'truth' of death?"

From Dazai Osamu's mouth, asked words that made people confused.

Gin opened his eyes and looked down at him.

Vodka is clearing the evacuation passage, and he will not be in a hurry to leave for a while, so he simply shows his usual cruel smile and answers the child who is trying to get close to death:

"Yes."

Gin had a bloody smile in his mouth.

"This is death. Satisfied, young master?"

Hearing the words of the silver-haired man grinding his teeth, Dazai just pondered for a moment.

"In other words—"

His question didn't seem like a serious question anymore, but rather like the child's occasional soliloquy:

"Is this, the real 'death'?"

"..." Qin Jiu didn't know how to answer this sentence, nor did he understand what philosophical question Dazai was thinking about.

But the man is not going to dwell on this dangerous subject any longer.He raised his right arm, bouncing the child up as if weightless.

"Okay, young master. After we retreat, you--what are you doing?"

Gin asked with a tense voice.

It's not his fault.The young master who never took the initiative to contact anyone actually extended his hand.

With his delicate fingertips that belonged to a child, he gently stroked Gin's left cheek.

"?!?!"

As a top killer, even in daily life, he is super vigilant, and basically never touches other people's gin, his whole body is blown up!

"what you do?"

Gin asked through gritted teeth.

"..." Dazai seemed unaware of the oncoming guard.

The child just leaned out slightly and held Gin's face with both hands, preventing the man from retreating.

The kite pupils that were not covered by the bandages showed a brisk and flickering gleam as if they were grasping the game clearance cheats.

"Gin."

Dazai asked in a commanding tone:

"The gunshot wound under your left eye—how did it come from?"

What is the problem?Is it worth asking with this aura? !

Qin Jiu suppressed the discomfort, and replied in a deep voice, "I was shot from a long distance with a gun."

"who is it?"

Dazai asked.

"The nameless one...huh. It's not worth mentioning."

Qin Jiu snorted coldly, "Don't worry. I will never miss again."

"Oh?" Dazai smiled slightly, and in the depths of that smile, there was something chilling.

"Gin."

Dazai smiled.

"With your skill, will you be shot in the left cheek by any unknown person?"

At this second, Gin seemed to be in a trance, narrowed his eyes and said in a daze, "I,..."

At this second, the fluorescent lamp, which was loosened by a screw during the shootout just now, was completely loosened!

It fell towards the two people directly below!

[The bullet screen is shocked!

At the beginning, many barrages imagined that after Bourbon completely joined the black camp, a litter of large dogs would frantically prprpr around the bandaged little black cat.

Later, the leader, You Zai, jumped down, and the screen was like swiping, "Wow, what kind of lucky value is this!! You Zai fell from the sky!!!", "I don't want to say that Master Qin is miserable, this Is your luck worth it?!"——In short, I am so envious.

There are also many barrages that feel distressed every day, saying something like "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow ?!", "When the dream returns to darkness!! But when you think about it carefully, the leader Jae subconsciously is probably used to seeing death, so he is more lazy than then..." and so on.

When the leader, You Zai, reached out and touched Qin Jiu's left cheek——

"Uh, I'm dead?!"

"?! What kind of enviable CG is this????"

"I rely on Master Qin, you are lucky EX???"

"I also want to be groped by You Zai!!! Master Qin, let's fight!!!!"

A group of three-dimensional lemons... No, in the three-dimensional barrage, there is also a certain strongest "Wow, a fragrant, soft and small teacher who can be hugged in my arms, I can----!!!"

In short, it makes people very tempted to speak to the police.

As a result, after the leader You Zai asked that sentence, everyone in the barrage was shocked.

"?! What's going on? Hey, why didn't I notice this before?? That's right! Master Qin has a gunshot wound on his left face!!"

"How did I forget??? It's all because I kowtow to my head!"

"Hey, was there a shot of this angle for Master Qin before? I didn't even care about it?"

"Wait wait, sisters on the left, these are not the point?!"

Of course.

The point is-

"The gunshot wound on Gin's left cheek was left by Akai Shuichi?!"

"No way, now Akai Shuichi is still working as his undercover Ley in the organization???"

"Yeah, when I said that, I didn't think that there was something wrong with Kazami Yuya's appearance before. When it comes to undercover, is Zero's attitude towards Scotland okay??"

"Yes, yes, Zhu Fu Jingguang... I will never be satisfied with the Red Fang undercover whiskey trio..."

next second,

"My God, what's going on with the timeline of this Ke Xue world?!"

as well as.

"Get out of the way!!! Qin Jiu, why are you so dazed while hugging Young Zai——!!!!"】