With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

Nakahara Chuya's hand injury became more and more serious. He didn't even know how long he could last. He even felt that his arm would face amputation if it continued like this.

He glanced at the livid purple hand that was about to turn into a corpse, and slowly put the leather gloves back on.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought that when the time came when he could not bear it, he would amputate this arm. Besides, for him, losing an arm would not change anything.

There are many reasons for following Fyodor's simple and rude instructions, Nakahara Chuya thought, probably for the sake of the organization, for colleagues, or for himself, or because he heard the wailing of his heart...or because of the simple did not respond.

But he doesn't want to think about it that much now.

In fact, he had already sent Mori Ogai a request for support, but the distant water could not save the near fire.

Just hold on a little longer.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it.

……

"Fei Jia~"

Fyodor could make up the smiling face of the white-haired boy without turning his head. He put down the Russian newspaper in his hand, "What's wrong?"

The colored windows on the top of the church cast a colorful glow, which reflected on Fyodor's side face, adding a bit of golden glow to him that matched the sacred place of the church.

"I found that human from Yokohama quite amusing."

The young man completely regarded the back of the pew as false, turned around and sat beside Fyodor, and said with a smile in the tone that he always came across something interesting outside the church to share.

"...just have fun."

Fyodor re-read the publication helplessly, but this time the page did not pick up where he had just seen.

"But Fei Jia, you haven't told me what you're playing with, and...why you can pick up Shata's heart, although I really want to touch it, but my intuition tells me I can't... Ah Ah, how sad it is to have such a beautiful gemstone in front of me and not be able to include it in my collection.”

The more he talked, the more sad he felt, the feeling that the treasures that were clearly in front of him could not be included in the collection, it was really painful.

Fyodor did not look up at him.

The only sound left in the huge church was his flipping through papers.

"Because Shata believed in my words of relief." Fyodor had a consistent smile on his lips, "When these things are over, I will personally point her to the paradise of salvation."

"Oh. As expected of Fei Jia, he was able to talk to Gemstone."

It was the young man who easily believed what he said.

Fyodor chuckled, and the young man leaned on his lap where the magazine was lying flat, calmly and casually. He pressed his head on the publication, and from his angle, he could see Fyodor when he looked up. jaw.

"Fei Jia~"

"...you blocked me from reading the publications."

Fyodor looked down at him helplessly.

"What kind of publication do you read? I don't like it."

He teased and laughed, and his tone of speech was not as smiling as usual, but more like imitating someone.

Fyodor came to a conclusion, "...so you should stop watching those operas and books that talk about love, tasteless like clear soup."

"Okay okay."

He leaned into Fyodor's arms without sincerity.

The text on the only exposed corner of the publication that was pressed by him was translated.

is to break free.

Fyodor rolled the syllable gently on the tip of his tongue, but did not make a sound.

"Have you thought about your name yet?"

"That's the symbol and the logo."

Fyodor wanted to raise his hand to caress the cheek of the boy who was so close, but he just withdrew his hand when he was about to touch it.

"Actually, "I" has a name, but I never admit it...I'd rather carry that code name, after all, it was edited for me. "

He was talking about the man who was still lying in the ice coffin and became a research specimen, and also his "original body".

"You don't need to admit it."

Fyodor actually knew this all too well.

"Feja."

He called out the nickname for the third time.

Odor looked at him quietly with lowered eyes.

"...If I kill "me" with my own hands, will I be able to break free from my original name...to obtain a symbol that belongs only to me. "

He looked up to meet Fyodor's eyes.

He questioned the answer to this question, and devoutly believed in every affirmation of Fyodor.

"of course."

Fyodor said.

As he said, it is too easy to break the shackles of the boy.

The blank, pure canvas allows him to paint any color.

He believed in him.

Fyodor easily took advantage of this trust, he affirmed his solution, and slowly induced his teenager into the track he had constructed.

By the way... he thought of the guest from Yokohama.

Hmm... It should go according to his plan... Fyodor raised his hand and nodded his lips, and then his fingertips were pulled down.

Fyodor looked at the boy who was pillowed on his lap with his unfocused pupils.

Fang Yizheng said: "Although I always gnaw my nails, I don't need to cut my nails, but it's ugly to be bald like this."

He strongly condemned Fyodor's fingers that subconsciously put on his teeth when he showed an expression of wanting to do something. Biting nails was not a serious hobby at all.

But speaking of it, this little action is more like suppressing something.

Fyodor said nothing, just smiled.

Looking at his unwavering expression, the boy yawned a little bored.

It's been a long time.

"Well... I'm looking forward to it." Fyodor obeyed him, put down his hand, and stopped biting his fingers. He watched the boy fall into a short rest, and said softly, "I hope you can get what you want."

……

Nakahara Chuya and some surviving colleagues prepared to end this farce after making a careful plan and waiting for the support from Yokohama.

Regarding the hiding place that the boy gave him, he has stepped on it, and it is indeed true.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know what his mood was, saying that guy was too naive... or too childish.

really...

The Central Plains Zhongya's combat strength has been greatly reduced now, and there is no doctor in the organization who can treat his hand, and the medicine brought can only temporarily slow down...

Osamu Dazai did not come.

Although that bastard likes to touch fish, there are many things...

But that bastard's ability might not be effective.

Forget it...it's over soon.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he had a splitting headache. This long trip really made him feel unparalleled exhaustion, whether it was being calculated from the beginning to the end, had to jump into a trap, or that ghost-like white-haired experiment... …

His intuition told him that these things were far more complicated than they appeared on the surface, but it was a pity that he couldn't catch the lead, couldn't touch the deeper.

In fact their plan was simple and peaceful.

After all, this is not Yokohama, they are "intruders" and have no advantage.

But after that confrontation, they held each other's lifeblood, which was intelligence.

Whether it's information about the "heart" or Arnold's death...these are the lifeblood of an organization.

But these are not enough to shake their foundation, as the "generals" who must kill.

What really matters is the information from the gray-haired boy's hideout of the rough stone.

Zhong Yuan, who sat down at the negotiating table again, was expressionless.

"I think we should be qualified to negotiate now."

"We are all civilized people."

The negotiator of the port mafia communicated with the leader of the other side, Chiano, in fluent English.

The true background of the Shata organization, the large number of hideouts of tempting rough stones are in the hands of Zhongye in the Central Plains.

And the people he arranged were staring at it closely.

"There's no need to be completely deadlocked, isn't it... In the face of interests, many things can be put aside..."

The negotiators on both sides showed their special abilities, and their words were the blade.

In fact, this time the bargaining chips brought by the port mafia, apart from the superficially concealed gold and other currencies, are... people with supernatural powers.

A person with supernatural powers that cannot be tamed.

For people like them who travel in the black world, this kind of transaction is very normal.

The Shata organization needs powerful people with supernatural abilities to fill the organization, but at the same time they also need to feed the "heart".

But Yokohama is not a fool, how could he easily expose his chips.

Each wants to devour the other's wealth.

Mori Ogai guessed that they might be playing tricks when the other party's request was to trade in the area under his jurisdiction, not a gray underground area. Set the Central Plains.

Incomparably powerful combat power.

Dazai Osamu was also going to come, but he didn't know what method he used so that he didn't have to follow.

This time, Yokohama, who had taken the initiative, bit off a piece of the opponent's flesh.

They paid the least price and got the most wealth.

After losing Arnoff and not beheading Zhongyuan Zhongye in the first place, they were already at a disadvantage, and Zhongyuan Zhongye also got foreign aid...but they don't need to really fight to the death. When annihilating the opponent, it is necessary to calculate what needs to be paid... Besides, their mission from the beginning was that wealth.

finished……

Nakahara Chuya still had ringing in his ears that he didn't know when it would arise, and it had never calmed down...

When the turmoil on the negotiating table came to an end, Zhong Yuanzhong also saw Chiano's eyes looking at his arm, which seemed to be pity and contempt.

"You will die soon."

When passing by, Chiano spoke.

"You will pay the price for plotting against us, and my brother's death."

Zhong Yuanzhong also ignored him, walking with a little vain footsteps, he refused the support of his colleagues.

After everything is arranged properly, the batch of smuggled rough stones will be transported back to Yokohama soon, where they will be carved into precious ornaments...

Time to go back.

Zhong Yuanzhong also shook his head.

At this time, Zhongyuan Zhongyuan also received a cross-border call.

It belongs to Mori Ogai.

Nakahara Chuya greeted his colleagues. Generally speaking, it is necessary to avoid suspicion when direct phone calls from such leaders. He stayed away from the team and walked towards the distance until no one answered the phone.

"The leader... the task has been completed, and he will return in a few days."

Central Plains also tried to use clear words to report.

"Hard."

"Mr. Zhongye, I heard that your current condition is not good... What is the specific situation? This side will make preparations in advance."

Mori Ogai's voice was as steady as ever.

"...It should have touched something that shouldn't be touched..." Nakahara Chuya hadn't finished speaking...the phone fell to the ground.

It's so cold.

This was the only thought Zhongyuan Zhong could bear when he couldn't bear it.

When his consciousness dissipated, he seemed to hear a few words.

"As part of the deal..."

"...he belongs to us."

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The author has something to say:

Breaking free means that Ye slowly begins to have his own way of thinking and goals, instead of just being dazed because of his fear of death and his instinctive desire to live.

Fei Jia's purpose is actually very simple(?).

As for why these "vests" are very real, I will talk about them later~ and the vests are still vests after all, and even if they break away from the role, they are more or less the shadow of Brother Shu.

For example, the favorability of these vests is very stable no matter who the characters are, it is the initial 50 favorability, not 0 or 30.