Chief Oda won't complain

Oda thought that this time it was still a test given by mimic, and there would be no Gide in the restaurant.

But just as he climbed up to the second floor, he was stopped by Gide.

The silver-gray foreigner from his clothes to his hair stood quietly, like a light ghost that had stayed in place for thousands of years.

The act of approaching him was like an affront to the vanished, and the pale ashes in the air were disturbed and danced.

"I know you will be obedient this time." Gide smiled silently, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes looming. "So I've been waiting here for you, glad you're an efficient guy and came quickly."

"Get out of the way..." Oda said.He has no interest in making friends with Gide.

"You know what to do before I get out of the way." As if patiently guiding the child, Gide's tone can be described as persuasive and persuasive.

There is no emotion in his eyes, and his figure is as tall and straight as a m statue, which is a hard will accumulated by the smoke and mud of the battlefield.Snow can't melt it any more than fire can dry up Yokohama's ubiquitous moisture.

"This is war, we all have to die." Gide raised his gun to Oda.

-

Guangjin is attending the funeral of one of his own.

It is said to be a funeral, but in fact it can only be regarded as the scene of centralized processing and destruction of corpses.

Port mafia has no members with clean identities, and those bottom-level people who wander around the streets every day are nothing more than that. The people in the black lizard are more or less carrying a few wanted warrants, which are related to many secrets that should never be revealed. Those who cannot be buried according to normal procedures.

It may be fate that those who live in the darkness will eventually disappear in the darkness forever.

Therefore, the people in Port Mafia pay attention to living in the present, after all, they are nothing after death.

"Mr. Dazai won't come?" Hirotsu recruited m persons in charge to ask, "Ryunosuke Akutagawa's body is also here, so we must see m last."

"Mr. Dazai has already seen it." The person in charge replied.

Although the answer was calm and simple, the picture imprinted in the mind of the person in charge is profound and strong:

The bandaged black-haired young man bent down, lifted the tarpaulin casually, and casually glanced at the pile of corpses as if he were looking at a pile of garbage.

Two drops of thick, semi-coagulated blood sticking to the rainproof cloth flew up and landed on the thick black coat of the black-haired youth.

"Tsk, I have to wash my coat quickly."

Accompanied by the understated voice, was the hem of his clothes that curved sharply as he turned around.Those deep iris-colored eyes never looked at the dead again.

The person in charge suddenly shivered, and he began to feel unsure. Didn't Mr. Dazai even look at the m eyes at that time?It's just that he used his memory to beautify the non-existent sight.

The person in charge warned himself not to think about it again, and subconsciously emphasized it m times: "Yes, Mr. Dazai has already seen it."

Hirotsu glanced at the person in charge suspiciously, without asking why he suddenly became nervous.

Crimson flames rose up, and the sound of tearing apart slices suppressed and echoed in the enclosed space.

All corpses end up as sludge mixed with debris, going to the dark depths and disappearing without a trace.

Guangjin looked at those fires, not knowing whether the fire in his heart had just begun to burn, or had already been reduced to ashes.

The mobile phone vibrated slightly, and Guangjin received a message from Oda.Finally, he turned his head and glanced at M, and began to gather the Black Lizard's men again to start a new operation.

-

Oda broke through Gide's blockade, climbed to the top of the building and reached out to pull the time bomb on the child.

The design of the bomb is not exquisite. After all, the time for the mimic's actions has always been very tight, even if it has the ability to produce a bomb that is difficult to deal with, it is too late.

The moment the countdown was successfully stopped, m bullets from behind pierced Oda's chest, and then drilled into the child's head.

Children always stare at Oda with clearer eyes than adults, as if before they can understand M, everything freezes in an instant, loses spirit and turns into an inorganic M.

At the end of the video, Oda's hand, which was about to tear off the bomb, turned to m, grabbed the child's arm and quickly fell to m's side.

The bullet landed in the air, but Oda felt a sharp pain in his abdomen the next moment.

The attack did not come from Gide who was coming from behind, but from the child in front of him.

The child broke down and cried loudly. He sent the knife into Oda's abdomen and screamed, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

When the video ended, Oda paused when he pulled the child's arm, then pushed the child away forcefully, and fell to the other side.

He turned his head and saw Gide, Gide held up the gun, the gun rang, and the bullet penetrated his chest.

At the end of the video, Oda gritted his teeth and chose to hold the child's hand again, and rushed forward with the child.

The kid stabbed his arm with a knife, but that's okay, there are m other arms available.

In the crying of the child's collapse, Oda tore off the bomb with one hand, then took the knife, and said softly: "Go quickly, don't be afraid, the bad guys have nothing to threaten you, I will cover you, go quickly, kid .”

But the child just shook his head, and refused to move even if he was not restricted by the time bomb/bomb.

Gide looked at everything, and sighed softly. The voice seemed to come from the inside of the ghost, separated from the world by m layers of fog: "Are you still unwilling to fight me to the death? Then let you understand m more Bar."

Gide whistled m times.It's not the joking tune that street hooligans often play, but it's as shrill as the cry of a night owl, like thunder and lightning.

"What!" Oda's eyes were about to burst.

Following the command of the whistle, the child rushed to the new sun rising in the sky.

The young body fell down like a wounded bird, and fell into the raging fire outside the western restaurant, like m clusters of hopes rushing towards the light impatiently.

Oda rushed to the edge of the roof in vain, stretched out his hand not knowing what to grab, and finally just picked up m to grab the cool morning air.The moisture quickly dissipated from the fingers, leaving only the dry warmth from the fire.

"Do you know why this happened? In fact, we also control the relatives of this child." Gide explained to Oda, "In order for the relatives to survive, this child volunteered to do anything."

Oda opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

Something black grabbed his heart tightly, and he was tottering and desperate, like a fish thrown onto the shore, desperately trying to breathe.

Gide bowed slightly, and made an invitation-like gesture: "War is like this. There is no humanity and morality at all, and there is no end to death. If you already understand, please accept my invitation and give me relief."

Immortal...

Oda nodded in a daze.

-

Around the mdongxi restaurant, the black lizard troops of port mafia and mimic fighters had a chaotic battle.

After receiving the order from the commander, mimic will only let m red-haired men with dull hair pass through, and kill all the rest who try to break in.

Both sides didn't spare any effort, and they quickly became anxious, and the same proportion of people fell on both sides at every moment.If the fight continues like this, both sides will die together.

Guangjin received a call from Chief Mori asking for an evacuation.

"But boss, we—"

"No but." Mori Ogai's voice was extremely serious.If you just listen to the tone of voice, people will mistakenly think that he is giving a fierce order to kill.

In the office of the head of the port mafia, a middle-aged man is holding a blonde girl with one arm, and holding a mobile phone in the other m hand, his knuckles are slightly white due to unconscious force.

"Guangjin, pull everyone back. Yokohama is not the only port mafiam organization. Our people can't afford it."

The words that sounded nothing shocking, fell into Guangjin's ears like a thunderbolt. He was startled suddenly, and immediately said: "Yes, boss."

-

Gide simply treated the wound on his body.

Just now, the result of the duel was that Oda died.The two sides originally had the same combat power, whether it was physical ability or supernatural ability, they were at both ends of the balance.

So when Oda injured m arms first, the balance of victory naturally fell to Gide.

"You failed to kill me either." Gide let out a low moan of disappointment.

Maybe if he didn't deal with his injuries, he would have bled to death this time, but he would never give up the fight.Thinking of this, he wrapped himself with a new m-ring hemostatic bandage again.

Not far from Gide, Oda's body was lying quietly on the rooftop.If he could ignore the wounds that mutilated the corpse and the glaring blood that was stained everywhere, Oda would just fall asleep from exhaustion.

Oda's eyes were closed by Gide, because Gide didn't think anyone else was qualified to do this except himself.

The most respected enemy deserves the most respectful treatment after death, Gide only regrets that he is not dead.

He healed his injury, stood up straight and stared down at Oda, at this moment there was emotion in his long-term numb eyes.

Those eyes were not looking at "dead things", but it seemed to be looking at an unattainable and strongly yearning destiny.

Gide himself is more like a corpse than the dead.

The living corpse moved to the edge of the terrace, head bowed, shoulders tensed and neck bent.

He looked at the flames below as if he wanted to stare at the abyss of hell.The child who ran down before was only burned half an inch, shrunk down to a very small size, and the scorched limbs were still flickering in the flames.

The remaining part can't be burned even if it is burned again.Because the temperature of ordinary flames cannot reach the level of burning bones, proper cremation requires technical means to increase the temperature.

This is not something Gide needs to worry about.

For m moments—maybe it was a long m period of time—Gide felt that he was actually lying quietly in the flames. He gradually became lighter and smaller, and there were also m people standing not far away, focusing on Looking at him, quietly witnessing his death.

Then this illusory thought was dispelled by the subordinate's report: "Commander, the other party wants to withdraw."

"Then you have to take advantage of the victory and pursue it."

Gide was almost talking to himself. He turned back into an empty shell without any emotion in his eyes. He picked up the bomb that Oda disarmed and threw it to the side of m before, and raised his hand to throw it at the flames.

Obviously reckless and crazy behavior, made by Gide, who maintained a soldier's upright posture, seemed as chic as throwing out garbage.

The author has something to say: An Wu looked through the diary on a whim one day, thinking about the story he had polished: Could it be too literary?It's a bit shameful, it's better to tear it up.

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