Investigators choose to throw the script in a shredder

Liu Ke came to the downstairs of the small red brick western-style building.

"This is also a kind of fate."

Seeming to have thought of some interesting coincidence, Rick pressed down his fisherman's hat amusedly, lowered his head and walked into the building with his eyes closed.

The elevator stops on the third floor.

"Hey, Francis Dana~" Ruoke opened the door and greeted warmly inside, "Are you in good health? The fog just now scared me, and my lifespan has been shortened by ten years..."

After carefully looking at the floor, Rick whispered to the only person present, "Alice, where's Francis Dana?"

Iris, who has witnessed the whole face-changing process of Ruoke from just now, shook his head numbly and pointed his finger at it: "F, Francis, he is now in the Armed Detective Agency, and he said he is going to pursue them for blowing himself up." The cost of the ability..."

"That's it, it really has the style of Francis Dana." Ruoke sighed and walked in, casually said as if he was at his own home, "Elis, give me a cup of coffee."

"Why are you still in Yokohama?" Ellis obediently poured him a cup of coffee from the coffee pot, "I didn't mean to drive you away, but I thought that Ruk would run away when he saw danger, ah, this It's not quite right either—"

"Well, I understand what you mean," Rick took the coffee, "but there are interesting and lucrative things happening in Yokohama, and it would be too cruel for me to leave now."

Ellis sat back on the single sofa, tucked himself into the soft textiles, and asked wonderingly, "An interesting and lucrative thing?"

"Emmm, for the time being, I have a labor contract with Francis Dana that is not cheap," Rick didn't say that the labor and the beneficiary are not the same, "I am also curious about whether Francis Dana will persist in the current turbulent Yokohama—"

"of course!"

Fitzgerald came in from the door with his head held high: "I never miss what I want to do."

Ruk put down the cold coffee he hadn't touched, and raised a smiling face at the benefactor: "Yo~Francis Dana, are you in good health? Is the food delicious? Is the money harvest going well?"

Fitzgerald closed the door aggressively: "It's not going well at all!"

Fitzgerald, who seemed to have suffered a lot, sat down on the chair angrily: "The people upstairs are simply a group of savages! What do you mean 'Your supernatural power blocked the middle of the road, and you shot to death without controlling your strength'! Prehistoric apes can speak better than them!"

[Ru Ke: He is very angry. ]

"It's not gentlemanly to speak ill of people behind their backs," Ellis disagreed. "Francis who called other people 'savages' was also barbaric."

Fitzgerald sat on the chair and turned around meaninglessly: "Yes, Alice is also very upright today, let me give you pocket money."

When he returned, he already had an unregistered bank card in his hand.

Fitzgerald handed over the bank card to Ellis, and Ellis accepted it as usual.

[Liu Ke: Damn it!Where is this capitalist!Obviously a boy of good fortune!Whoever throws money at will! ]

[kp: Spending money also depends on mood and feelings. Ellis can get pocket money, but you can only be in debt. ]

[Liu Ke: ... Isn't it a bit too much to double-standard to this point? ]

[kp: Is there? ]

[Sulker: No? ]

[kp: Is there? ]

[Sulker: No? ]

[kp: Repeater, you? ! ]

[Ru Ke: As we all know, human beings are another name for repeaters. ]

"Although Yokohama's regular traffic routes have been cut off, my subordinates have already arrived in Yokohama," Fitzgerald nodded towards Rick, "All preparations are complete, and it's time for Renhu to work."

Liu Ke blinked: "Brother Dun can certainly work, but, Francis Dan, how will your subordinates come to Yokohama? By water?"

"Take a ride on the white whale."

Realizing that "Moby Dick" was ambiguous, Fitzgerald added: "Moby Dick in the sky."

[Alice: You must not have applied for an air route with the local government...]

[Liu Ke: "Moby Dick"?Huge flying objects?According to Francis' style, it might be very luxurious - hiss! ]

[Liu Ke: Sure enough, he is very rich! ]

The night was dark.

The neon lights of the distant city are reflected on the nearby coast, but they cannot go deep into the sea.

Where neon lights cannot illuminate, luxurious cruise ships independently undertake the responsibility of lighting and the additional task of lighting the battlefield.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[kp: John Steinbeck dodges 651D100=30 difficulties successfully]

"Rashomon!"

The black windbreaker cut into the deck without hindrance, and John jumped out of the spot with his intuition. The next second he saw that the flat and clean deck was pierced by a very sharp black sharp object at the place where he was standing. If he hadn't just Move, the end will never be better than the deck.

"Oh, I don't have to pay for the repairs!" John said worriedly.

Mark Twain swallowed nervously: "As expected of the mafia, the fighting power is so high!"

"Since you think the opponent is powerful, then do some support!" Margaret gritted her teeth.

Mark Twain said that he was powerless: "The opponent is obviously a strong combat force in the short and medium range. The gun and the high mast that are suitable for me have been cut off by his supernatural ability. Do you think I can beat it with my physical skills?" mafia?"

Margaret threw down the sentence "A man who can't be counted on!" and put her supernatural power back into the battle.

[kp: Margaret Gone 651D100=67 failed]

When Ryunosuke Akutagawa noticed that the woman who was dressed like a fancy cake had the ability to "weather" his clothes, he was already on guard, and he didn't let the troublesome ability on the other side entangle him again.

Margaret: "Tsk!"

Margaret's supernatural ability needs to lock on to the enemy, and it will take effect after a certain period of time. Wearing a heavy dress, don't expect her physical skills to be strong enough to fight the mafia.

Only John really contributed, but his vines were heaven on board!

Unlike Ryunosuke Akutagawa, this is not a ship of the port mafia. He fights only for maximum power, but John has to be careful not to let the ship sink. Grapevines cannot penetrate the ground and cannot catch the amazingly lethal Akutagawa. If he lives, he will only be cut to pieces by the opponent's cloth blade.

"What absurd sharpness!" John couldn't help sighing as he watched the vines he cultivated with blood be cut into 109 pieces in a blink of an eye.

Lovecraft wandered around the corner, not knowing what he was doing.

In this way, Akutagawa Ryunosuke managed to contain most of the combination's combat power by himself.

Tachihara Michizo, who was observing on the cargo ship: "Although the other side is very restrained, Akutagawa-sama is really good!"

Silver held up the note: "It seems that we don't need to get in the way."

Tachihara Michizao: "That's true, but, Yin, do you think we seem to be short?"

Silver held up the note: "Short?"

Tachihara Michizao explained: "Just now you can see the battle situation on the opposite side as long as you raise your head slightly, but now you need to raise your neck."

Yin thought for a while, and when he raised his hand again, Liyuan Michizao saw that the handwriting on the note had changed.

Liyuan Michizao: Silver is really amazing.

On the note was written in beautiful handwriting: "Perhaps it is the reason why the boat we are on is sinking."

The ship is sinking...

Tachihara Michizao nodded in agreement: "So that's true, indeed, the problem of perspective can be explained when the ship sinks."

The boat... sank...

The ship sinks! ?

Li Yuan Michizao: Gan!

The cargo ship of the Port Mafia itself is of good quality, and there are no sharp reefs in the waters near Yokohama, but it can't hold on to the fact that a tireless slow-witted man is digging holes in the bottom of the ship.

At the bottom of the cabin, Atsushi Nakajima has put on his life jacket and grabbed the life buoy. The hole in front of him has expanded from half a meter in diameter to five meters in diameter.

The icy seawater breath is constantly coming from the cave to the cabin, and it is estimated that the ship will sink in a short time.

Atsushi Nakajima prepared to go into the water melancholy, but he was unexpectedly not afraid, even though he knew that there was an octopus monster in the water, and it was cold sea water outside.

"Hey! Kid! Don't move!" Michizo Tachihara stopped loudly when he saw Atsushi Nakajima about to dive and run away as soon as he came down to check.

Yin froze: From time to time, Liyuan would say something that would startle the Mafia.

"Silver, go and call Akutagawa-sama back!" Michizo Tachihara pushed his frozen companion away, and went down to catch Atsushi Nakajima first.

Silver nodded and disappeared at the cabin door.

Atsushi Nakajima heard the voice of the mafia and shouted loudly: "It's hard work these days, you take care of me! Ochazuke is delicious!"

Then he took a deep breath and jumped into the big hole in the bottom of the boat in a hurry.

"Hey! You boy!" Li Yuan Daozao was mad outside the cage, "Do you think this is a hotel! Hey! Come up to me! You bastard!"

"Crash-"

Atsushi Nakajima jumped into the water, and he no longer heard the shouts of the mafia in his ears, he only concentrated on swimming away from the shadow of the hull.

[kp: Atsushi Nakajima swimming 701D100=45 success]

Feeling the water flow naturally split on both sides of his body, Atsushi Nakajima once again had a thought in his heart.

Maybe, he can really earn money by swimming to survive!

[kp: How have all the good protagonists been harmed...]

[kp: Atsushi Nakajima piloting 80 (Yokohama correction value +20) automatically succeeds]

This sea area is very familiar...

Atsushi Nakajima could know his own direction and the direction of the place he was going to almost with his eyes closed, which was clearer than the palm of his hand, or—— was being led to go there, to Yokohama.

Atsushi Nakajima concentrated on swimming, and his hands and feet became more powerful, which greatly shortened the time.

Yokohama time 20:21.

Atsushi Nakajima finally landed.

Collapsing on the messy wharf, he wondered if he had swam to other places. The originally complete port wharf was torn apart, not to mention the mooring ships, and even the sailboats were gone.

Atsushi Nakajima: Sure enough, I shouldn't believe in myself. Why do I think I'm swimming in the right direction?This is not completely swim to other places! ?

"Ring-ring--"

An electric bell rang from the open telephone box.

Atsushi Nakajima raised his face from the feeling of inferiority and looked around blankly.

I don’t know if it’s Yokohama, there’s no one around but himself, so the phone…

Atsushi Nakajima picked up the phone and said in a low voice: "You, hello..."

"Hey, Brother Dun, you're on the shore!" Ruke's cheerful and irritating voice came from the microphone.

The wet boy was not angry, but was moved to tears: "Mr. Ruke!!!"

Liu Ke moved the phone away from the ear, and waited for the sound to disappear before putting it back to the ear: "Don't get excited, Brother Dun, since you have landed, go to the place where the banquet was held before, the car that picked you up has already arrived .”

"Car?" Dun Nakajima picked up the phone and looked around, "But Mr. Rick, there are only dilapidated boats and cracked ground here, no cars—"

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Rick, why did the port pier become like this? It wasn't like this when I was taken to the mafia ship."

Rick: "Terrorists did it."

"Terrorist?!" Atsushi Nakajima, who was able to punch an adult, shrank his neck vigilantly, "Are you still in Yokohama? Mr. Ruker, are you all uninjured?"

Liu Ke: "Well, it's inconvenient to talk about the specific situation on the phone. You'd better get on the bus and come back. We'll talk about it in detail then."

"But I don't see any cars here—"

"Buzz!"

The wild high-fork Harley rode the dust, and circled the weak and helpless phone booth for a dozen laps before the driver stepped on the brakes.

"Dunjun!" The driver stepped on the ground and on the footrest, and took off the windshield carelessly, "I brought you a change of clothes, change them in the phone booth, this time I will never let you Kidnapped by the Mafia!"

"Mr. Weisu!" Nakajima Atsushi gratefully accepted the clothes.

Tassels, lace, and sleeveless dresses.

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

Why don't you have a long memory?

"Hurry up and put it on," Weisu is still urging, "We are in a hurry next time. Whether Ruoke can deliver you on time is related to whether his debt with me will be paid off smoothly."

Atsushi Nakajima returned the clothes to Weisu: "I think the wind is very warm tonight, so I don't need to change clothes, so let's go."

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

A gust of evening wind blew by, and the cool wind penetrated everywhere, and Atsushi Nakajima shivered uncontrollably.

Weisu persuaded with a face of disapproval: "Don't ignore the temperature for the sake of demeanor, young man, even if you can bear it now, you will know how destructive rheumatism, bone disease and old cold legs are when you are old."

Atsushi Nakajima insisted: "No, I am in good health! Please just drive me back like this!"

Seeing Ruoke in a skirt, the shame is secondary, in case Ruke discovers his new usage - thinking of this possibility, Atsushi Nakajima shook his head like a rattle.

Weisu gave him a look of "don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes".

Whoever rides a motorcycle with a speed of 200 kilometers per hour knows.

On the sea, the luxurious cruise ship is crumbling.

The unrestrained black beasts raged on the deck, and the luxurious and expensive decorations were buried with the deck without discrimination.

"Does that person know how much this boat is worth? After all, he is a mafia, doesn't he have basic appreciation skills!?"

"I don't know!" Mark Twain replied positively.

"What are you rushing to answer! It's not a rush-answer competition!" Margaret clenched her fists, the veins on her hands were visible to the naked eye.

Alcott: "Please don't get angry! Your wound is bleeding again!"

"Wow! It's going to sink! The ship is going to sink!" Montgomery hurried out of the cabin, "There is something black that cuts off the bottom of the cabin! The part that separates the water is completely useless!"

Margaret clutched her wound and gritted her teeth: "Isn't this the only way to escape in a lifeboat?!"

[kp: Mark Twain reconnaissance 901D100=12 extremely difficult to succeed]

"No," the young man who is good at sniping looked up and smiled brightly, "I announce that the transportation will be changed!"

A large white flying object travels above the clouds, casting a moving shadow on them.

"It's useless to love war! Withdraw!"

John extends the length of the vine to connect with the flying object above.

Then use the vine on the other hand to roll up the rest of the composition while reducing the length that connects to the fly.

"Boat!" Margaret said unwillingly, looking at the cruise ship on the sea.

"Well, if the white whale comes, Boss Francis won't blame the cruise ship for the accident." Mark Twain, who was picking up the vines near her, comforted her.

Seeing that the mafia did not pursue, John breathed a sigh of relief: "The Far East mafia's attack power is too high. They single-handedly put us in such a mess."

Margaret: "It's because the terrain is inappropriate! If it was on land, I wouldn't be so frustrated!"

"I feel the same way," put in Mark Twain, "if I'm high up and have a powerful shooting weapon, it's not certain who will win."

"That's right! I'll shoot him on the white whale later!" Mark Twain's eyes lit up, "just to repay the revenge of the gun he cut off before!"

"No, no, no, no," John speeded up his ascent, "Master Francis is already calling us to go back, this time it's over."

The snow-white giant wandered in the sea of ​​clouds, sailing towards the sky above the city of Yokohama in the black night.

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感谢在2022-04-1323:58:19~2022-04-1423:44:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottle of Luoshui [-]th Street;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!