I saved the world after jumping backwards

From the very beginning, the surrounding organization members were discussing the same thing, and Trixie was a little uneasy.

"Do you know why no one has been able to chase the boss so far?"

"Because Boss likes men, at today's cadre gathering, he even confessed his love to the boy he brought!"

Trixie walked so fast that no one following her could catch up with her.The high-heeled shoes she has always liked are a little in the way at this moment, and she can't wait to run over immediately to confirm whether the extra memory in her head is real.

Finally, she walked through the long corridor and came to the door of the banquet hall, her gaze swept all the people present.

"What about others?"

In the hall of the banquet, the girl with rose pink hair who came late asked domineeringly. Behind her were members of the assassination team with different expressions, who seemed to have just arrived.

The guests present were afraid to make a sound, but it was obvious that this was not the first time the pink-haired girl confronted their boss like this.

"He has already left." The young mafia leader answered her indifferently, but his answer instead ushered in the girl's anger intensified: "What do you mean? You won't really scare people away, will you?" !?"

Trixie is one of the few who dare to talk to Giorno like this. She is not afraid of these stinky men. Even Apache, whose face and mouth are as stinky, she dares to have a stand-in with him even if she disagrees with him. Fight, and mutual Euler with him.

After all, she is not a weak woman.

Seeing Giorno's appearance, Trixie became even more angry, and said rather resentfully: "I can't even look down on the person I like!"

Giorno looked at her in astonishment.

"Terry Hugh, do you remember?"

On the other side, as soon as Chuya and Yukipo walked out of the gate of "Bastet", someone came to pick them up. After all, it is an industry under the jurisdiction of "Passion", and their actions may have been known to Giorno. .

While in the car, Zhongyuan Zhong also took out his mobile phone to talk to his leader on the other side of the ocean on a daily basis. Xuebu supported his head and watched the scenery outside the window through the window.

He held tightly the white card left in the basement of "Bastet" in his hand, and the figure of that man could not help appearing in his mind.

Nakaya and Mori Ogai's voices echoed in his ears.

"Yes, everything is going well so far."

"After observation, the influence of "Passion" in Europe is helpful to our port Mafia, and I think the biggest beneficiary of this cooperation is us. "

The other party's next sentence made Nakahara Chuya pause. He lowered his cobalt blue eyes, and the hand holding the mobile phone increased his strength.

"I understand."

He said lightly.

Originally it was just a simple routine reporting work, but at this moment the air was inexplicably a little more oppressive, and Zhong also handed the phone to Xuebu.

"Xue, the leader wants to tell you something."

Xuebu nodded and took the phone, "Mr. Mori."

"Long time no see, Mr. Xue, are you feeling better?"

"It's much better, thank you Mr. Sen for your concern."

Mori Ogai's gentle and smiling voice came from the other end of the phone, "That's good. I heard Chuya-kun say that you were sick and everyone was worried about you. Have you remembered anything about yourself?"

Xuebu looked out of the window, the neon lights were reflected in his eyes, "...I think, yes."

Mori Ogai has always been a gentle and dignified existence to Yukibu. Since Yukibu joined the port of Mafia after the Dragon Head War, he has maintained an inexplicably tolerant attitude towards himself, which has always made Yukibu very uneasy.

"Mr. Xue, do you feel confused? I can't help you much, but I still let you join the port of Mafia. It's obviously not good for me, but I still let Mr. Zhongye take you to Italy." Mori Ogai said.

This is exactly where Xuebu is puzzled, what benefits does he have for Mori Ogai?

Without waiting for Xuebu to answer, he continued: "Xue-kun, my teacher thinks you are a very dangerous person with supernatural powers, and you need to be controlled by your side to ensure the safety of Yokohama."

"Although I support the teacher's decision, what I value is Xue Jun's ability itself."

"You know, a license to open a supernatural power? I want to get it."

In this world, supernatural powers are controlled by official organizations, and almost all people with supernatural powers are numbered by the government, that is, the government.The opening license of supernatural powers refers to the official certificate issued by the government to organizations of people with different abilities, and having a business license of supernatural abilities means that the organization can use supernatural powers freely.

Of course, the so-called free use is not just as simple as the words, it represents a great power, the organization holding the license to open the supernatural power can override the judicial system, and even the act of using supernatural powers to commit crimes can be exempted.

Therefore, it is just a dream to ask the government to issue a license to open the superpower to the port of Mafia, but if you use some means to trigger a crisis, negotiate with the government and threaten, although you will lose one or two pawns, you may still have a chance Can ride.

Mori Ogai has always been a shrewd person, he does not intend to do business at a loss.

He heard Xuebu ask: "Mr. Mori, what do you want me to do?"

"Look at the sky, Mr. Xue." The man chuckled, staring at the distant sky through the bulletproof glass of the chief's office. Under the afterglow of the sky, a lavender enigmatic circle faintly appeared in the sky.

"I want you to resolve the "Sky Ring" events that are happening all over the world right now. "

"can you do it?"

Xuebu looked at the sky with a gloomy expression.

After a while, his lips opened and closed slightly, and he said softly, "I can."

It was already 2 o'clock at night when the two arrived at the vineyard, and the warm lights in the living room could be seen through the window, as if waiting for the two to return.

As soon as the car stopped, the door of the house was opened with a bang, and a tall girl with rose pink short hair stepped out of the living room on [-]cm high heels. She walked so hard that the high heels were trampled by her. There was a rattling sound, and those who didn't know thought she regarded the ground as an enemy.

Mista and Naranja followed behind her, looking as if they were going to hold her back, and they were still talking.

When the silver-haired boy got off the car, the domineering aura on her body suddenly faded away. The girl walked up, and then walked faster and faster, and rushed up in three steps and two steps to hug the astonished Xuebu.

She had a sullen face, her eyes scanned Xuebu's face back and forth carefully, and then burst into tears on the spot with a wow.

"Sariel...you're still alive, it's great that you're alive..."

Mista, who followed her for fear that she would do something irrational, slapped his head suddenly, "I told you to stop her!"

Nalanja pointed at Trish for a long time, and finally said in shock: "Cry, cry?! Mista, Trish cried?! Is this really Trish?!"

Trish Una, the most famous fashion model in Europe, is also the only female cadre of "Passion".

As the daughter of the former Boss Diablo, Trixie was very strong, and when she first awakened her substitute, she solved the killer who came to assassinate her by herself.

It seems that there is nothing in this world that can scare her. Even if she was hunted down by her biological father, even when Ola's biological father was with her, she never shed a single tear.

She seems to have abandoned her limp emotions, and resolutely joined the "Passion" led by Giorno after killing her father, and became a cadre.Because Trixie believes in "power", she will be fearless only when she holds "power".

There was a voice in her heart telling her all the time.

"If you want to control your destiny and not be at the mercy of others, you have to be strong."

And it wasn't until a few hours ago that she recalled the real owner of this voice. It turned out that the person who should be deep in her mind disappeared together with the retrospective time.

Why did she realize it so late?

The boy in his arms is so clean and warm.

The tears that made her sealed up couldn't help herself.

Except for Akutagawa Gin, Yukipo is rarely approached by women so much. He took out the handkerchief from his pocket a little bit at a loss, but he wanted to use this handkerchief to help Nakahara Nakaya wipe the wine on his hand before taking it back when he was angry. He opened his suit jacket, wiped her tears with the sleeve of his shirt, and looked forward as if asking for help.

"Trihue, Xuebu must be bothering you." Giorno reminded leaning against the door, his mouth was still covered with bruises, it seemed that he had been beaten by Trihue just now.

"I don't need you to tell me!" Trish sniffed, and lifted her face from the silver-haired boy's shoulders. She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and her tear-stained smile was dazzling under the moonlight, "Sha Li Ye, long time no see, I'm Trish, do you remember?"

Xuebu thought for a while, nodded and said, "Well, you are Trish, I remember you."

Trixie happily wanted to lift the boy up and circle around, but was stopped by the Chufa boy who finally came to his senses.

"Trixiu has also recovered her memory." On the second floor of the house, the orange-haired man silently watched the commotion downstairs, with a trace of confusion and shake in his eyes, "So Bucciarati, what Giorno said Is it true what you said?"

"Does a double that can reverse time really exist?" Fugo said in disbelief.

Bugarati's eyes remained calm, "I don't know, but if everyone gradually recovers their memories, it might prove what Giorno said, that snow did save us."

The gray-purple-haired man standing in the corner snorted coldly, turned around and left with his pockets in his pockets.

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