[Comprehensive Manga] The heroine is messing up the world

The phone is ringing.

But he looked at the scenery outside and didn't mean to answer the phone.

Ring ring ring ring ring.

He looked at the rain outside, and the whole town was soaked in the cold gray rain.

Swish Swish Swish Swish.

Ring ring ring ring ring.

The way the rain slid across the glass was like tear stains, the glass printed his expressionless face, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, making him look even more gloomy.

A platinum-haired man with braids hurried in from the outside room, holding a frying pan in his hand, "Really Nick, there must be a limit to being willful, and answer the phone for me occasionally .”

The man whose nickname is Nick and whose full name is Nicolas seems to have never been heard before. He curled his finger and touched the glass.There are several figures leaping across the room, and the one being chased at the front is a long-haired girl.

Such sights are not uncommon on this street.

Because this is a dark street.A land abandoned by gods.An area firmly ruled by the Mafia.At the same time, it is also a place where people gather at dusk.

"Hi, hello, this is Convenience House, I'm Warwick. Um...Okay, sorry for the trouble. Eh? Is it today? It's rainy and sticky, I really don't want to go out to work...Haha, don't get angry , At this time, you just need to add money? I’m not a profiteer, Nick really hates rainy days.”

The platinum-haired man said this to the phone, his voice was nice, deep and sexy, with a mature and mature sexiness that had been through the dust.

His name is Warwick, and he is the owner of this convenience house.The convenience house in Heijie is similar to the everything house in Gintama, as long as they can afford it, they will help with any affairs.

then.

"Wow Nick! You actually ate my omelette—!"

Nicolas, who was watching the rain over there, had already stood behind Warwick at some point, held the fried egg in his pan with his fingers, and stuffed it completely into his mouth.

Facing Warwick's screams, Nicolas still looked at his partner blankly, then pointed to his ear.

"...Are you only pretending to be deaf at times like this?" Warwick felt powerless towards his partner. Nicolas was indeed deaf, but he could easily tell what the other person was talking about from the shape of his mouth. , At this time, the movement of him pointing at his ear... is purely cute.

After thinking about this, Warwick continued, "I'm going to fry another egg now, I have work to do this afternoon."

Nicolas asked in sign language: What kind of work?

"Killer, outsider on this street." Warwick said it in the same tone as when he said he wanted fried eggs.

Nicolas continued to say in sign language: I don't like rainy days.

"I know you don't like rainy days, everyone knows you don't like rainy days." Warwick laughed wantonly, "so this time the price is double the usual price."

Nicolas stared blankly at Warwick for a moment, then made a gesture.

"Fuck? You want to eat five fried eggs?" Warwick shook his head, "Are you a beast to eat so much?"

It was raining outside.

Nicolas smiled for the first time, or grimly.

He also spoke for the first time, his voice was very hoarse, and it seemed that his vocal cords were damaged, which should be considered ugly in terms of the sound line alone, but what attracted the attention more was his aura...

"Twilight people are originally beasts." Nicolas said slowly.

The sound of bullet clips falling to the ground, the smell of gunpowder and blood was immediately washed away by the rain.

Warwick shot while holding an umbrella, looking relaxed and unstained.

Nicolas followed him. He didn't hold an umbrella. His head, body, and samurai sword were all covered with cold rain.It made him look even more gloomy.

"Nick, do you really not want an umbrella?"

The target of this mission is too weak, so Warwick is completely uninterested at this time, but starts rambling to his partner.

"Wait a minute, this coat of yours looks a bit familiar--fuck you are wearing my coat again, right? No wonder there is a reason why you didn't hold an umbrella today! My coat is very expensive, let me tell you... "

Nicolas rubbed his temples, then bent down, his whole body stretched into a streamlined shape, and the next second, he ran out like a cheetah, his samurai sword reflecting light in the rain.The heads of the two men who were about to attack at the left turn fell to the ground instantly.

"F**k" Warwick swore.

When Nicolas attacked just now, he deliberately stepped on a puddle of water, causing the muddy water to splash all over Warwick.

But at this moment, Nicolas turned his back to Warwick and made a gesture. Warwick's expression became more serious. He walked up to Nicolas and asked, "Is there a Twilight Race?"

Nicolas is a twilight race, but Warwick is just an ordinary person.

Nicolas repeated the gesture, then sheathed the sword, jumped onto the roof, and ran away.That gesture means stay here and don't move.

The sound of the wind whistled in his ears, and the bullet pierced through the rain and hit him, but was easily cut in half by the unsheathed katana.

blood.whine.

Expressionless asian man wielding a samurai sword.You can only use "waving", not words like "waving".His movements are crisp and neat, terrifyingly efficient. He has not undergone systematic training, but is a move that has been explored with real swords and guns.

Then came the huge scythe that fell from the sky.Katana and sickle collide.There was a long chain at the end of the sickle, and the other end of the chain was wrapped around a young girl's neck.

The tall man holding the scythe looks like a god of death, except that the god of death should not wear glasses on weekdays.

Because of the appearance of Nicolas, the bound girl took the opportunity to break free from the shackles.

Her hair was the same color as Warwick's.

Nicolas thought slowly.

Ah yes.It was the girl who ran across the roof during the day.

"Thank you, little one." The girl stroked the red mark on her neck while picking up a samurai sword on the ground.

Small man? Nicolas is originally of Asian descent, so he is indeed thinner than the tall European.

"But please step aside from now on, this is a contest between high-level dusk races." The girl continued, and then she smiled grimly at the man holding the scythe, "Edward Mond, Prepare it for me, I will shoot you first and then kill you."

Nicolas took a few steps back blankly at the side, freeing up the battlefield for them, or in other words, freeing up space for shooting first and then killing.

The girl's weapon was a samurai sword like his, but her moves were quite gorgeous. If Warwick were here, he would have told him that the girl was using the North Star One Sword Style.But it seems that she is no match for the man with sickle glasses.It should be said that her strength and speed have the upper hand, but she seems to be unwell and unable to exert her full strength.

After being hit by the sickle, he adjusted his movements in the air, but the opponent's attacks followed one after another.

It was the silent man just now who blocked the fatal knife for her by her side.

"Tsk. I was saved by you for the second time, little brother." She spat out the blood from her mouth, and then said, "You are the reinforcements that the doctor said, how about killing that guy with me?"

The Asian man didn't speak, but struck an aggressive stance.

"You really don't like to talk." She stood up as soon as she said this, and put the samurai sword on her left hand. The word a/0 was written on the chain on her chest, which was blurred by rain and blood. Qing, "Come on buddy, let's go."

Although it is the first time to cooperate, but because they use the same weapon, they fight very well.

During the battle, she wanted to block the opponent's attack for the silent brother, but found that she didn't need it at all, instead it was superfluous, and finally let the brother save her again.

The dark-haired man gave her a light look after pushing her aside, the meaning in his eyes was obvious - don't make trouble.

She rolled her eyes, drew her knife again and rushed forward.

In the end, the two successfully defeated each other. She was panting on the spot, and then saw him raise the sword in his hand.

"Don't kill him—" she yelled.But it was too late, he directly stabbed him to death.

"Damn it. What should I do if you kill him now? I said I would kill him first." After thinking about it for a while, she found that the man was indifferent.

Then she had a great idea.

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