Earn 100 billion for parents

Today's Yokohama has changed from the haze of the past. The sky is bright and cloudless in the daytime. It is really a rare good weather.

Facing such bright sunlight, the air is filled with a peaceful atmosphere, and the smell of gunpowder smoke that has been shrouded in days has disappeared for a short time today.

Today is a rare and good day for the port Mafia. The secret thing that has been pursued for many days has finally found its whereabouts. The leader's temper has become milder in recent days. The confusing past of the future.

The sober old leader issued a new order. Port Mafia switched from offense to defense to preserve its strength. The gang members who had been fighting for more than a month finally had room to breathe. But in the end, he was persuaded not to sacrifice needlessly.

Mori Ogai was standing on the top floor of the building, slightly in front were the five major cadres, and beside him were men from different countries. They were white-haired old men who stood at the front of the crowd and looked down.

The confusion had faded away from the old man, and his whole body exuded a dignified and solemn aura, as if the old man who dominated Yokohama had returned again.

But looking carefully, the mighty old man has been shrouded in a thick dead air, all the sobriety and all the majesty just show that he has returned to the light.

It's just that the threat posed by the dying old man has reached its peak at this moment.

The old man glanced at Lan Tang, who was dressed conspicuously, and then turned his gaze to Mori Ogai, a young man who had been favored by him recently.

Mori Ogai lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, as always docile and docile, but the scrutiny from his superiors brought him a great sense of oppression.

This is the true appearance of the leader of Mafia at the port. The negative manifestations of lingering sickness and confusion are wearing down the old man himself and at the same time unconsciously making him arrogant. Thinking about it now, he is still not cautious enough.

Even though there were many twists and turns in his heart, Sen Ou still looked as usual on the outside, the old man's eyes were firmly locked on the young man, looking at the young body below with a little cloudy pupil, after a while he looked away without saying a word .

"Gentlemen, it feels like it's been a long time since we met each other clearly."

No matter how good the spirit is, the voice of the old man still hides a trace of weakness.

"What a long dream."

The old man whispered like a dream.

The turbid pupils are a little slack, as if they are really in a blurred dream.

Everyone bowed their heads speechlessly and dared not answer.

Silence, a long silence, after a long while the old man broke the silence first.

"Let's wake up from this extremely long dream today." The old man said.

Swah——

The old man stood up abruptly, his decayed body supported by a cane inlaid with ebony wood.

"Attract all forces in Yokohama to watch the ceremony."

Ceremony——

I don't know what ceremony to observe, whether it is rebirth or death, it depends on today.

"Yes, sir."

A group of people bowed their heads and bowed in obedience to the old man's order. This was an unclear order, and it didn't even explain what they were going to do, but at this moment, these people had a tacit understanding of the old man's unspoken request.

They obeyed the orders, and left in obedient order, just like in the past, they took the leader's order as the highest order, even though he was about to go to the eternal kingdom.

Mori Ogai was at the end, the moment the young man turned around, he saw the figure of the old man through the open door from the corner of his eye.

His haggard body was covered by gorgeous clothes, and his frail body was supported by a solid walking stick. His turbid pupils contained a fierce majesty, and his four eyes met, like a sharp knife and ax cutting through Mori Ogai's perfect camouflage.

boom--

The door was closed, and the figure of the old man disappeared through the door.

Together with the light in the room, it is closed behind the heavy door.

The houses in all directions close the oak doors, like a coffin with boards closed, exuding an indescribable silence.

Walking into the elevator, the young man closed his bright red eyes.

'It's been a hell of a fall--'

The extreme danger made him tremble all over, and his intuition told him that all his attempts had been clearly seen by the old man.

The old man's watching ceremony might also be part of the content being watched.

Mori Ogai scratched his hair in distress, with a helpless smile on his face.

The man took out his mobile phone, edited a message and sent it out, and then walked out of the port building, followed by a young blonde girl.

-

In the seaside villa, Fujimaru Hara had already cleaned up the traces of their lives.

Mori Ogai's news and Rantang's news came almost at the same time.

The information conveyed by the two text messages is almost the same, with only minor differences.

Fu Heisher asked Fujimaruhara, "Is the old guy's mind clearer?"

"It's the back-feeding of the residual power of the fragments." Fujimaruhara put the sorted items into the ripples of the space, "but this has a price. The vitality transformed by the burning of fragments will become the driving force for his actions."

In other words, he now relies on actions that consume the few vitality, and what this old man lacks most is vitality, and today is destined to be his end.

"Let's go, we should be in the front row to watch the end of this old glory."

Fujimaru Haraichi was wearing an elegant black suit, with a long black umbrella lying in his hand, and Bai Baihe on his chest, as if attending a funeral.

As for Fu Heisher, he didn't dress too solemnly, but he didn't follow the usual pragmatism today. He put on a suit jacket, which was supposed to be a solemn dress, but was suddenly worn by a man with an uninhibited look.

"Does Mori Ogai still care?" Fuheshier asked Fujimaru Haraichi as he wrapped the attached tie around his arm casually.

"No, if Mr. Mori can only rely on the support of others to gain authority, then this deal will be too much of a failure."

The young man used the umbrella as a walking stick, and walked up the empty street with a solemn expression.

Fu Heisher left with the young man, and the man locked the gate of the villa.

Feeling that he won't be able to come back here for a while, Fu Heisher glanced regretfully at the building that had been decadent for more than a month, and then left without looking back.

Fujimaruhara stood waiting under the shade of a tree not far away, and the young man moved again when the two stood shoulder to shoulder.

There was no one else on the street except the two, the salty sea breeze blew past, and the bright sunlight elongated the shadows of the two until they merged together.

Today they are about to attend a grand funeral, which is the end of Yokohama's old glory.

The moment the head of Mafia at the port gave the order, the whole of Yokohama followed suit.

Just as he asked, all forces, large and small, in Yokohama are being attracted to one place, each arranged stage, intentionally or unintentionally.

Fujimaruhara, Fuheshier, the Conjuration Association, the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Gojo Satoru, young people from Phoenix, and other forces are all moving around the port of Mafia at this moment.

Wujo Wujo and Jiarui Glass had already received the news one step earlier than the other conjurers, and the two high school students were walking towards their goal in uniform.

Xia Youjie followed Dazai Zhi and the others, and the teenagers here were obviously clearer about the content of this ceremony than other forces.

Who is not formal, but there is a slight solemnity in the clothes, which is more complicated than the two aborigines who grew up in Yokohama, Nakahara Chuya and Oda Sakunosuke.

However, no matter they or others, the mood at this moment is generally very delicate.

Gunpowder smoke never rose, but unspeakable oppression had enveloped the streets.

But at this moment, it was actually the Special Agents Division who moved the most, because the destination of Port Mafia was less than one kilometer away from the center of the power source, and their movements were very disturbing whether Port Mafia was intentional or unintentional.

Fujimaru Haraichi and Fu Heisher also noticed this, and when they realized this, the corners of Fu Heisher's mouth twitched unconsciously.

MD, this is really what I want.

Fujimaru Haraichi touched the bridge of his nose in distress, always feeling that his luck value had decreased.

Everyone is confused by the unknown, but the Conjurer's Association is angry. The reason is simply because they have just detected the address of the lost property, and the port Mafia has already taken the first step.

The sun has set, but the alternate moon has not risen, and the dark clouds do not know when to cover the sky.

Night is as deep as ink.

Hundreds of miles of street lamps and fires dispelled the darkness of the night.

The golden shard, the golden shard that was sought after by Mafia at the port, finally fell into the hands of the old man.

However, it was obvious that this was not the one he was looking for.

The exquisite, magical fragments exuding strange powers were played by the old man.

The old man, who has hardly been out since he was old, went to battle this time, and with a clear mind, he can certainly tell what is true and what is false.

Although the flow of power is endlessly similar, there are still subtle differences. If he hadn't been in contact with the fragments for a long time, he might really be deceived.

It's a good strategy. Although I don't know who is behind the scenes, I have to admit that this is really a good strategy. At least it is impossible for their port Mafia and the magic world to repair their relationship in recent years.

As for Mori Ogai, it is not sure whether he has contact with the black hand, but there is no doubt that he has a problem.

There was a fire burning in those young eyes, the flame of desire and ambition.

In fact, he didn't find any clues about the young man. Suspicion at this moment was just an intuition, an intuition that would never be wrong.

Because once upon a time, he was burning too.

"...Useless things, destroy them."

The old man stretched out his hand and handed over the fragment in his hand to his subordinates, at this moment a sudden change occurred.

At the moment when the fragments were picked up, a silver light flashed from the old man's chest.

At this second, the high platform was flooded with blood.

The subordinates of the resisting magic association were attracted by the riots, and the closest leaders were frantically blocking the assassins.

The old man, the seriously injured old man still stood.

The second attack was stopped by Lan Tang, and Mori Ogai, who was a doctor by profession, was pushed to the old man's side.

The blood was gurgling, and the silver knife pierced through the chest. This was no longer a wound that Mori Ogai could handle.

The old man is about to lose, but he still stands.

"Can it be saved?"

A hoarse and indistinct voice came, and the palms on the shoulders tightened around the bones, and the pain came from the shoulders.

Silence represents Mori Ogai's attitude.

Mori Ogai had imagined it many times. In his original plan, the old man was most likely to be killed by him on the sickbed, but he never thought about it at this moment under the gaze of everyone.

"Then don't bother."

The blood had already spread, and the old man who was frantically chasing life accepted the coming of death at this moment.

At this moment he is burning.

"what do you want."

The strength on the shoulders is getting stronger and stronger, almost to the point of being unbearable.

Mori Ogai heard the inquiry.

what do you want?

The young man thinks, or doesn't need to think at all, his goal has long been clear.

Fujimaruhara didn't reply, but he knew that he and Fuhesher must be observing here somewhere.

"...I want Yokohama." Mori Ogai replied, his scarlet eyes full of ambition, "So I want Hong Kong|Black."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The majestic voice hardly resembled the laughter of a dying person.

Everyone was attracted by the laughter, but the laughter didn't last long. After a few breaths, the old man turned cold, "Then take Yokohama from me."

Yokohama, his hometown.

He was born when she was the weakest, he depended on her and she depended on him to be strong.

But he was getting old, but she was still as young as before.

He is not old, but has already begun to decline. He thought that there were at least a few decades left, but he never wanted to say goodbye. In fact, he was very hasty. He didn't want to say goodbye, so he was so ugly.

Standing high at this moment, the coast of Yokohama, the port of Yokohama, the land of Yokohama.

His cradle and hometown, he suddenly felt that parting was not so difficult.

Authority will eventually be handed over, and he will still burn.

The old man pushed Mori Ogai away.

At this moment, Mori Ogai was still a doctor, but everyone looked at him differently.

Everyone can understand what the old man meant, but they don't understand, why is it this frail man, why him?

No one can explain that the assassin was unexpectedly fierce, and the five cadres were unable to completely suppress him because they needed to capture him alive for a while.

The huge sickle blocked everyone.

"Back off—"

The silver-haired old man was bleeding from his chest, and his cane had been discarded. At this moment, the huge sickle became all his support.

The old man was seriously injured, and he was still able to move at this moment thanks to the remnants of the Holy Grail power and the burning vitality.

The old man looked at the person in front of him. This was probably the last enemy he could personally kill in his life. This face was very familiar but his breath was very strange.

He has an impression, Fujimaru Hara has an impression, and Fuheshier has an impression.

Looking at the suture-like lines on the man's forehead, a name came to the hearts of the three of them.

【Kazuma Komorita】

"Kazuma Komorita."

A distorted smile appeared on the face of the assassin, "It's been a long time, Chief."

The fragment was held in the hands of the assassin. He didn't have any excessive words, but just staying here was a stain on the old man.

The old man's eyes were sharp, and the gods did not treat him preferentially, but they were also harsh. At least he was given a chance to wipe out the stain.

"If you were supposed to be in the torture room as usual, my subordinates would dig out all your secrets. Unfortunately, I don't have time, so—"

The unfinished words are all in the old man's sword.

The huge sickle slashed across, and Komorita Kazuma subconsciously blocked it with his hands.

But it fell into the old man's arms.

The huge sickle was directed like an arm, and the old man's fingers moved slightly. The tip of the sickle touched Kazuma Komorita's palm at a subtle angle, and the metal touched a hard object.

That's fragments.

In an instant, Komorita Kazuma, or rather Suso, felt bad.

Premonition test.

Power, infinite power surged out from the palm of his hand.

The old man laughed.

At the moment he is burning on the grounds of Yokohama.

boom--

The grand, extreme, and endless fireworks are roaring.

The scene was warm and solemn.

Hong Kong|Black bowed their heads respectfully to send off their leader.

The moment should have been nothing but mourning.

But for Fujimaru Haraichi, Fuheshier and the Supernatural Secret Service, condolences are not the most important thing.

"Miscalculated."

Fujimaru Hara sighed helplessly.

He didn't expect that the old man would choose to destroy the fragments in the end.

It was the moment when the condensed fragments of his power were destroyed, and a huge force raged in the space. Fortunately, Lan Tang's quick response prevented the explosion from spreading.

But the results were not pretty.

He touched the core.

And as his origin, Fujimaru Haraichi felt the swift and violent repulsion.

There was even only time left to reach out to Fu Heisher.

The golden phantom had condensed, and the Supernatural Secret Service Division fell into endless panic.

Fu Heisher can do it, only hold the young man's fingers and follow him into the void cave.

It's just that the only contact is broken at the moment of falling in.

Only the white thread flashing on his wrist is left to guide his way forward.