After COS real people crossed, they tried to cover their vests to save their lives

The system went online ahead of time, and the real person could only go home and play games in a huff.

Because he didn't play for two days, his points ranking dropped to the third place, and it took an afternoon to regain the first place.

The name of the magician [Ji] is still missing on the ranking list, which shows that the busy man Gojo Satoru has no time to spend on this kind of activity with a liver bigger than krypton, so he can't compete with him for the No.1 reward.

The atmosphere at the dinner table at Sanada's house was a bit delicate that night.

Sanada Kento's six-month-pregnant wife also came, and there was an extra seat for his second brother who had died in the line of duty.Zhenren thought it was just a rare gathering, but later when Zao Ji chatted with him, the topic always revolved around a certain aspect, which made him feel meaningful.

"I think you haven't contacted the young lady of the Kobe family in the past few years, do you want to make an appointment to meet?"

"She's been waiting for you."

The new version 13.0 of the parallel line has been updated, but the system has no intention of leaving.

When I heard this, I called out the personal information of the Kobe lady:

[Kobe Miwako, from a well-known consortium, learned kendo from Sanada Genemon in the early years, and the two families have a close relationship...]

He slandered what this young lady was waiting for him. After reading it, the real person felt familiar and thought of it, and said in disbelief: [That Kobe, one of the seven great chaebols? ]

The system confirms: [Yes, it is the Kobe consortium whose subsidiaries under your name are extorted with a total of 39 billion yen. ]

Real person: […]

He was silent for a while, and resolutely refused the appointment.

After returning to the room.

The estimated time is about the same. The real person took the mask from the grid space to apply it while washing, and fulfilled the agreement with Aya Tsuji while blowing his hair.

Long hair is troublesome to take care of. He tried to cut it short, but it grew back quickly. He was surprised to find that it was actually a part of the body. However, the metabolism of this body is extremely slow, and it is not easy to get dirty when tied up.

Throw the used mask into the trash can, remember that the stock is not enough and need to find time to go to the drugstore to replenish it, and the real person received a text message on his cell phone.

It was Toru Amuro who sent him the mission notice about the third line.

The time is tonight, the location and some notes.

The real person looked at Toru Amuro's description of the strange actions of that group of people, and felt that there was a fraud in it: [System, check it out for me. ]

After he finished speaking, he began to change his clothes, check the equipment and ammunition, and put the gun in a convenient location.

Three seconds later, the detailed information collected by the system with great efficiency popped up on the light screen.

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Tonight's task is another firefight, but unfortunately there is no room for them to play.

Who would have thought that the owner of the department store that the real person beat up yesterday would be a member of the third line. Of course, that store is not a small business, but an underground casino under the guise of running it.

The information was accidentally interrogated by the police, and they took a huge source of income for them, and they were faced with a search and rectification, which was almost equivalent to having two arms cut off.

Not only did they have detailed evidence that the second abduction line of the transaction chain was getting colder, but they were also not far from being imprisoned by the upper echelon, collapsed and disbanded.

The bad thing is that there are so many people. There was a big commotion in the store that day. In addition, "Sanada Hatomi" has a highly recognizable appearance. After accidentally getting a photo of an informant about the upcoming transaction of the black organization, the third line mistakenly thought that everything was wrong. It's a government conspiracy.

When they withdrew the funds, they left a large number of people in ambush at the trading site, and if they wanted to fight back, they would have to bite the bullet.

This line is obviously unable to reach cooperation with the organization. The real person synchronizes the information with Amuro Toru. The two of them obviously cannot deal with dozens of people including people with different abilities. After discussing countermeasures, they finally decided to borrow the hands of others——

Mafia, the largest port of evil forces in Yokohama.

Let the system deliver false information, and easily attract the famous Gravity Envoy.

Masato and Toru Amuro stayed at the top of the high-rise hotel, looking at the bustling scene from afar was uncomfortable.

The wind from the high-rise building made the hem of the clothes rattle. For the undercover agents, the ending of this mission is the best.

"These two incidents have caused such a big disturbance, I am afraid that Yokohama will no longer have the power to dare to cooperate with the black organization."

"Yes."

The real person bent his eyes and agreed. The third line is considered stubborn among the black forces. To be able to struggle for so many years under the oppression of the port Mafia, he must be unwilling to be reconciled if he has the strength. It may be that he wants to turn around by taking the olive branch of the black organization.

The system also found that the third line received the information of "Hatomi Sanada", behind which the port Mafia intervened.

It was the Black Organization that dispatched them that was exposed and sabotaged by the Port Mafia.

The real person watched the dog bite the dog with relish for a while, took out his mobile phone and asked Toru Amuro: "Shall I contact Gin and report?"

"Let me do it."

Amuro Toru looked at the real person and hesitated for a moment, and said, "You can use the excuse of being injured and stay here for a while."

The real person neither agreed nor refused.

The task ended successfully, and on the way back to Sanada House, he passed by a drug store to wholesale facial masks.

There are quite a lot of items of the same type that can be placed in a warehouse grid. One hundred and eighty pieces is not a problem. The real person carries the bag to a dead corner where no one monitors, puts the things in the warehouse, and the packaging bags are thrown into a nearby place. garbage can.

At this moment, a systemic sigh suddenly sounded in his head.

The real person turned his head in doubt and said: [What's wrong? ]

[Helping Yoshino Junpei can...]

[system--! ]

The host was pleasantly interrupted at the beginning of the conversation. Looking at the momentarily emotional data in the background, the system secretly thought that he really cared about it all the time.

Although it gave up during the day, it also believes that the host will not look for trouble after it leaves, and the existence of effective parallel lines will not be encountered due to various accidents. Without its help, it is not easy for the host to find those who bully Yoshino Junpei.

The system made him stop: [What are you going to do? ]

Masato had thought about it long ago, and said with some embarrassment: [Originally, I wanted to recommend some help platforms to Yoshino Junpei after you calmed down.It would be the best if you can teach those guys a lesson and make them turn over a new leaf! ]

After the system searches for the target, it pauses: [Most of them stay together now. ]

[What, such a coincidence? ]

[Junhei Yoshino is also there, just down the block. ]

The real person realized something, shook his fist, [Can I go? ]

I knew that he was a bad guy who could consciously integrate himself into the status of a public servant. After a long period of silence, the system compromised and said: [You can't let Yoshino Junpei see your face, I don't want to credit another memory modification card. ]

Seeing the route guidance appearing on the light screen, the real person choked with tears.

[system!It's so kind of you! ]

[snort. ]

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Moths coiled around under the dim streetlights, casting chaotic shadow trails on the ground.

The tip of the nose is the simple dusty smell of the concrete floor, and it is very difficult to breathe because the knees are pressed against the chest and abdomen in the kneeling position.

Yoshino Junpei wanted to raise his head, but just as he moved, the owner of the brand-name sneakers in front of him grabbed the back of his head and pushed it back to the ground. The humiliation and pain made him uncontrollably let out a moan similar to a dying struggle.

The perpetrators next to him took pleasure in it.

Someone kicked him and said sarcastic remarks, the voice seemed to be separated by mountains and mountains.

He couldn't hear and couldn't understand.

Knocking his forehead on the rough ground, Yoshino Junpei was afraid that his mother would find out that there was no gauze wrapped, dust and sand would get into the unhealed burn, and the stinging pain made his eyes dry.

If there was a button that could make them disappear from the world at this moment, would he press it without hesitation?

In order to divert his attention, Yoshino Junpei was dazedly thinking about his clothes being dirty again, and how to explain that it took him so long to go out to buy drinks at night, and suddenly the force holding his head loosened.

"Look at what?"

Shota Ito seemed to be offended, and a few followers next to him also uttered cruel threats.

"Go away! Do you want to be beaten too?"

"Why, stand up for him!"

The response of the suspected passer-by was understated compared to their emotional and aggressive words, they just asked questions and spoke softly.

"Aren't you okay?"

The surrounding sounds seemed to fade away from the layer of barriers, and they became clear again when they came into the ears.

Yoshino Junpei opened one eye, raised his body and tried to look at the person standing next to the vending machine.

He was wrapped tightly in black clothes, wearing an ordinary medical mask as if he had caught the wind and cold, and the coat and hat that fell well covered the remaining half of his face, and his figure was far less sturdy than others...

Shota Ito, who was full of social atmosphere, didn't look like a high school student. He loosened his fingers and dropped the cigarette butt. He snuffed it out skillfully, and then called the person who seemed to be passing by to buy a drink to come closer.

Seeing that the man seemed unaware of danger, Yoshino Junpei walked over without hesitation.

Then Shota Ito raised his arm to lock the opponent's shoulder, motioned him to look at himself on the ground, and asked with a horrified expression.

"Then you will replace him?"

Yoshino Junpei met the eyes in the shadow of the brim of his hat, and suddenly realized that the other party was also looking at him.

Then a voice came from under the mask: "Okay."

The people present did not expect him to agree immediately after he approached and saw the miserable state of the man on the ground. After the atmosphere froze for two seconds, they immediately laughed mockingly, filled with a simple and happy atmosphere for a while.

In this pleasant atmosphere where the wind and rain were about to come, the visitor actually squatted down to escape from the restraint of his arms, and then helped Yoshino Junpei who was on the ground.

And ignoring the existence of other people, he took the person to sit on the bench next to the street lamp.

Ito Shota's expression became even more frightening, so gloomy that it seemed that water could drip.

"You kid—"

Yoshino Junpei stared blankly at those men in black clothes who were approaching with ferocious faces. From this side, he could only see his not wide but unshakable back.

He narrated in a quiet voice: "In order to make yourself live better, sometimes you can actually adopt some less than fair methods."

A unilateral crushing melee began.

The situation is one-sided, Shota Ito and others have no ability, only the ability to bully the weak.

Within 5 minutes, the black clothes stood upside down, curled up and moaning among the perpetrators, and suddenly remembered something and turned around and added: "Of course, within the scope of not breaking the law, killing people is not good."

"As you can see, they were the ones who made the first move. This is legitimate self-defense."

The other party's voice stopped for a moment, and Yoshino Junpei was stunned for a moment, realizing that he was waiting for his response, and he nodded indiscriminately because he had no sense of reality.

Suddenly seeing someone getting up from behind, holding something gleaming with cold light in his hand, his whole heart ached: "Be careful——"

But it seemed that he didn't need to remind him at all, that person was terrifyingly strong, he turned sideways to avoid backhand clasping the attacker's wrist and removed the joints, and he still had time to continue explaining.

"They have weapons, I'm unarmed..."

The young man in black searched around, finally picked a solid trash can not far away, picked it up easily with both hands, and walked towards Shota Ito.

Continuing with the second half of the sentence: "This is really a helpless move, not an overdefense."

"No! Don't! You—do you know who my dad is—"

Shota Ito hissed and yelled, crying with fear and remorse, and other rich emotions filled that distorted face, as if the palette had been overturned on it.

The real person couldn't help but sneered: "Then do you know who I am?"

The dull and loud noise was especially clear in the open night. The hammer fell on his body, and the messy things in the trash can were scattered all over his body.

The culprit was paralyzed with unknown life or death, and the heavy objects were lightly put aside, making contact noises, and the attendants who had left their hands only injured and had to lie down for several months were like frightened birds, shivering in fear at the same time.

The real person smiled at them contentedly, although the expression was hidden under the mask.

He said kindly:

"Don't be afraid, you are only being arrested for assaulting the police."

Warm lights are sprinkled on the body, and the street scene and neon lights in the distance between the light and shadow are as if they can be touched by raising one's hand.

His vision was blocked by tears, Yoshino Junpei covered his face and cried bitterly.

He was saved.