Port Mafia's strongest son-in-law

"Let's keep it simple, it's too troublesome to find someone." Gojo Satoru held Chuya with one hand, and gently raised the other, a red ball of light suddenly appeared between him.

The surging mantra spread out, illuminating the dark dungeon like a blood-stained day.

"Spell Reversal - "He"! "

The blood-red beam of light roared away like a bloodthirsty beast rushing out of the cage, piercing through the obstacles in front of it with absolute strength, leaving ruins everywhere it went.

The walls of special materials designed to prevent sudden intrusions are even weaker than paper in the face of absolute strength.

"boom!"

"Boom rumble!!!"

A cloud of dust rose up in the narrow dungeon, Gojo Satoru exerted a slight force on the hand holding Nakaya, and pulled the person into his arms, his strong and tall back blocked the dust for the person in his arms.

"Let's go."

Gojo Satoru, who had finished the destruction, still had a breezy smile on his face. He held Chuya's shoulders and walked towards the lacquered road that he blasted out.Every step they take is a step closer to the real purgatory on earth.

Of course, not for them, but for those who were originally in purgatory.

The further you go inside, the more you can feel a strong smell of blood.

"It smells so bloody." Zhong also frowned.

Even though he was a cadre of the port Mafia, he had experienced bloody scenes, but the smell here still made him uncomfortable.

"You won't hurt him too much, will you?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at Gojo Satoru next to him.

"Huh? Huh? Huh?" Gojo Satoru who was being questioned blinked his eyes, "Is Chuu also questioning my strength?! I have a good control of my strength."

The corner of the man's mouth curled up, and his tone was showing off: "I can see clearly, it's impossible to hurt anyone."

Gojo Satoru was sure that he himself hadn't hurt anyone, and the six-eyed perverted vision allowed him to see where his attack rushed and stopped.

So it is absolutely impossible for him to cause this bloody smell.

If it wasn't for him, it could only have been there in the first place.

"So it seems that there is indeed some ulterior secret hidden here." Zhongye's gaze cooled down and gradually froze.

He really didn't expect that someone could make such a big noise under the eyes of the three major organizations of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, the Armed Detective Agency, and the port Mafia, and still keep their faces, without leaking any news.

It can be said... as expected of a hound?

However, before they got close to their destination, they were blocked by several people in black military uniforms.

"The front is not a place for you to go." The leader of them said coldly.

"This is troublesome, Chuya, people in the magic world, we are not allowed to hurt ordinary people..." Gojo Satoru did not speak at all, but stared at the few people in black military uniforms with a sneer, his mouth He said it was troublesome, but his frivolous attitude still made the black uniforms feel that they had been greatly insulted.

"Don't you just want me to help you deal with them here? There's so much nonsense." Zhong also sneered, moved his wrist, and the slender wrist joints made a toothache, "I just recovered from a serious illness. I'm worrying about how to exercise my muscles."

"Please, Chuya, come back and reward you with Gojo Satoru's exclusive kiss~"

"Go away!!!"

Several black military uniforms looked at the two people who were flirting, their teeth itched with hatred, and they were about to attack.

Gojo Satoru chuckled, tapped his toes, and shot out like a bullet.

The man's speed was too fast, and several people couldn't react at all.

When they came back to their senses, there was only Chuya left in front of them.

The black military uniforms immediately took out their pistols and pointed them at Zhongye. The movements were well-trained, and the bullets that came out of the hall were still flying on the way and fell to the ground due to the strong gravity field.

In an instant, gravity fell, and several people were crushed to their knees in an instant.

Zhong was also amused by their weakness.

"That's it? Still want to stop us?"

……

Gojo Satoshi and Zhong also separated, but in a blink of an eye, they arrived at his destination.

The lights here are extremely bright, at first glance, it is blank, there is no heat or color at all, and even the lights emit a pale light.

This reminds Gojo of a hospital, a nursing home, or... Frankenstein's laboratory.

The only fly in the ointment is that there is a big hole in one wall, and the wall made of special material is broken to the ground. It is his masterpiece just now.

"Tsk, they're all ordinary people."

Gojo Satoru tapped his head in distress, and at this moment a man who looked like a doctor happened to pass by.

The man put on a nuclear-friendly smile, and approached the doctor: "Hello, may I ask, have you ever seen a boy with cherry-colored short hair, he is about... so tall."

As he spoke, Gojo Satoru made a gesture with his hand.

The doctor seemed a little surprised. He froze for a moment, then immediately took out his pistol and pointed it at Gojo Satoru's head.

"How did you get in here?" The doctor's expression was very vigilant, and he stared at Gojo Satoru sharply. Once the other party made any strange moves, he would smash the other party's head.

Gojo Satoru raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and smiled a bit reluctantly, as if he was really afraid of the gun in the opponent's hand.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just an ordinary people's teacher, and I'm here to find my students." Gojo Satoru tried to explain, "It's the boy I just mentioned, the boy with cherry-colored short hair."

"The person you mentioned is not here! But you can't go back either."

"Oh...is that so?" Wujo Gojo's smile suddenly widened, and with a flash of his figure, he swiftly ran behind the doctor.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The doctor's eyes widened in disbelief.

He shot a few times in vain, and didn't even hit the corner of the man's clothes.

He immediately took out the communication headset that was on his ear: "Attention! Someone is intruding! Someone is intruding! Black clothes...uh..."

Before the doctor finished speaking, Gojo Satoru knocked him out with a knife in his hand.

"What happened?! Please answer if you hear it! Please answer if you hear it!"

The communication headset that fell on the ground quickly heard a response.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Gojo Gojo replied for the doctor who was stunned by him. After finishing speaking, he blinked, and then crushed the earphone expressionlessly.

"I'm sorry." The man dragged the fainted doctor into the dark passage he blasted out, took off the other's white coat with a smile, put it on himself, then wrapped his own black coat around the doctor's body, Throw it aside.

The red light flickered instantly, the siren sounded throughout the laboratory, and then a group of people who looked like an army ran past him.

Gojo Satoru who slipped back quietly: "..."

This work efficiency is OK.

Gojo Satoru thought while hiding his figure.

When strangers invade, the laboratory needs to protect the precious researchers and research materials first.All the doctors were trained to evacuate in an emergency, and Gojo Satoru was the only one who avoided the crowd and went against the current.

Teams in black military uniforms immediately occupied the laboratory to search for Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru has six eyes, so it goes without saying that he has anti-reconnaissance capabilities. He carefully avoided the eyes and ears of the military and police, and began to search for his students one by one.

"Youren, are you there?" Gojo Satoru called his student's name in a low voice, but got no response.

Going deeper like this little by little, he can occasionally see sleeping human beings in huge culture bottles inside through the open laboratory, as well as various parts or organs of human beings, animals, or magic spirits. .

Gojo Satoru finally understood the reason why this place was hidden.

What is certain is that this is a laboratory dedicated to human experiments, and the main research project is still unknown.

It seems necessary to destroy this place.

It is really inhumane to conduct such a bold human experiment.

It seems that Yuren is not here...

Gojo Satoru turned around and wanted to leave, he didn't care about the big wild chrysanthemum picking just now.

From the very beginning, he knew that there were not many truths in the other party's mouth.

Perhaps it is true that Fukuji Sakurachi and Knotashi Yuhito disappeared, but they will never disappear in this laboratory.

Isn't it ridiculous to say that you are missing when you are clearly in your own territory?

But Gojo Satoru was still willing to come and give it a try.

Fukuji Sakurachi may not be there, but Knotabagi Yuhito may be.

As long as there is a little hope, always try.

But now it seems...

Youren should not be here, otherwise there will be new experimental materials, thank you doctor it is impossible to be so calm.

His own students know it themselves.

Knotweed Yujin here is definitely a special experimental material.

Just when he got nothing and was about to return...

"Youren...Youren...run away...Youren...Ni-chan...protect you..."

The hoarse and dry voice was crushed in the harsh siren, but Gojo Satoru still caught it.

He took back the steps he wanted to leave, turned around and followed the sound.

He came to an unmanned laboratory, and a person was lying on the stainless steel laboratory table.

The man seemed to be a dangerous person. Even though he fell into a deep coma, the people in the laboratory still tied him tightly to the bed with restraint belts.But he looked so harmless, so thin that only his bones were left, his black hair was scattered, his face was clear and beautiful, he was so pale that he didn't look like a living person, even covered with a layer of ashes that had stepped into death half a step away.His closed eyes trembled uneasily, and his frown showed the pain he was enduring.His breathing was also very weak, and the rise and fall of his chest was undetectable.If he hadn't been able to make a sound, Gojo Satoru almost thought he was dead.

The deeply comatose person whispered a name unconsciously.

"Youren... Hurry up..." The voice was too weak to hear the actual vibration of the vocal cords, but was made by the air rubbing against the throat.

I am dying, are you still concerned about my lovely student?

Gojo Satoru looked at the people on the test bench and frowned.

Count yourself lucky.