My undercover organization eats jujube pills

I pondered for the [-]rd time, why on earth did I come to such a poor place?

In an instant, I fell from the middle class in Tokyo to the poor in Yokohama, weak and helpless, huddled in the street wearing patched and tattered clothes.

The distance from a high-end apartment in Tokyo to a slum in Yokohama is only a few hours... I looked up at the sky sadly, I have a task, is it easy for me? Accompanied by a handsome guy, but now?

I glanced down at the dusty hem of my clothes, my face was even smeared for camouflage.

After smelling the buttery aroma from the bakery next door, my stomach started to growl.Just as I was thinking about buying a piece of bread to fill my stomach, a girl with long black hair and simple but not messy clothes walked into the shop slowly.

Within seconds I heard the clerk's angry voice: "You thieves!"

Then the girl I saw before was thrown out roughly, and the clerk kicked her roughly.The girl dodged with difficulty protecting the bread in her arms, and finally rolled in a numb manner with her petite and flexible figure, and ran towards me.

The clerk was probably completely irritated at this moment, he picked up the sharp tweezers used to hold the bread on the display stand, and threw it at the girl.

I started to calculate subconsciously. According to the degree of bulging of the clerk's muscles, I can roughly estimate the strength used. According to the strength and air resistance, I can calculate the speed and the corner of the fall...

She couldn't avoid it, and if nothing else happened, the thin and sharp corner of the tweezers would poke into her head.

Although I have no sympathy, but such a young girl, I can't watch her die knowing that she will die and I am fully capable of saving her.

That would be downright cold-blooded and dismissive of appointments.

The super power was activated quietly, I changed the direction and speed of the tweezers falling, and pulled the girl over when she passed by me.

The black-haired girl looked like a frightened deer, her silver-gray pupils were full of bewilderment and vigilance.

Hearing the footsteps of the clerk chasing after me, I dragged her and ran.The black-haired girl also understood that this was not a good time to ask questions, anyway, she had to run away first, and it would be a disaster if she was caught.

Children from the slums are more aware of the twists and turns here. In the end, it was the black-haired girl who was pulling me running. I don’t know how many intersections I turned—anyway, I don’t remember the way at all.

After confirming that she was safe, the black-haired girl quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's stained with dust."

I leaned forward, and gently wiped off a bit of dust on the girl's white nose with my index finger.

My sudden approach caught her off guard, and when my fingers touched the girl's soft skin, I clearly saw her ears blushing immediately.

She took a step back, looked at me vigilantly with the bread in her arms, and said after a while, "...Thank you."

The girl seemed to be afraid that I would rob her of the bread she had so hard to get—this was a matter of course.For children born in slums, food is more important than anything else, and this is the fundamental guarantee for their survival.

"It's okay," I said jokingly, "Don't worry, I won't steal your food."

In order to prove that I absolutely did not covet her food, I added: "Look, if I wanted your food, I wouldn't have helped you just now."

"...Didn't I help you escape?" the girl said hesitantly.

...Little sister, can you read air?It hurts my self-esteem to speak so bluntly.

"And," I choked, and continued with a strong smile, "I have money."

I took a few coins out of my pocket, and the copper-yellow round coins lay quietly in my palm.Although I have larger denomination bills, it is absolutely deadly and stupid to take out such large bills in the slums.

Seeing that the money in my hand was enough to buy several such breads, the girl was relieved this time, and stopped looking at me so vigilantly.

I gave her a proper smile, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Yayoi Amuro."

"Silver," the black-haired girl smiled shyly, and whispered, "Akutagawa Yin."

I saw that the little girl seemed to be young and innocent, so I began to talk to Yin Akutagawa in a persuasive manner, "Does Yin live alone in Yokohama?"

"No, there are brother and other companions..." Akutagawa Yin said softly, "Brother is a little tired today, I think I can help brother, so..."

"Then you shouldn't let a little girl like Yin come out, Yin's brother is really irresponsible." I half-truthfully complained about the elder brother Akutagawa Yin said.

Akutagawa Yin immediately refuted me: "That's not true! Brother is sick, not irresponsible!"

"Ill?" I was taken aback for a moment. Getting sick in the slums is a very serious matter.Even if it is just a minor illness such as a cold and fever, the persistent high fever may lead to meningitis and death.

Moreover, most of these children are penniless, and it is impossible to have money to see a doctor-under such difficult conditions, being sick can almost be a death sentence.

"Hmm... my brother came back very late last night. He said he was tired and wanted to take a rest, but in the morning..." Akutagawa Gin's eyes dimmed, "My brother has been sleeping, and his forehead is still very hot."

I gritted my teeth, thinking about whether to intervene.

After thinking about it for a few minutes, I made a decision—whatever, saving a life is more important, so I’m just accumulating virtue and praying for my character!

"Actually, I'm good at first aid and so on. It's okay to check for minor illnesses. How about I help you see your brother?"

Akutagawa Gin was silent for a while, then nodded, and whispered, "...OK."

She probably also understands that getting sick in a slum is a very serious matter, not to mention whether the weak body that has been malnourished all year round can survive it, the bad character living in other slums will first take advantage of his illness to kill him , All food, clothing and even money were looted.

If a girl with exquisite facial features like Yin loses someone who can protect her, she will probably be targeted by hateful traffickers and sold to some people with special hobbies.

I followed Akutagawa Gin for an unknown number of turns, and finally found her elder brother in a warehouse that had been abandoned by the owner for an unknown amount of time.

The small warehouse has been transformed into a two-bedroom layout, with sundries and kitchen utensils piled up outside and a living room inside.Although this small warehouse is cramped and opaque, it is not messy and everything is in order.

After pulling back the noren curtain made of washi paper and thin cloth, I was stunned.

Just now because the distance was too far, I didn't feel anything abnormal, but at this distance, I can completely perceive the weak energy magnetic field formed around this drowsy young man.

The magnetic field is not the patent of the electromagnetic gun. In Academy City, all capable users will have their own energy field, and this energy field can be sensed.

The same is true for the supernatural beings in this world, who also have a special energy magnetic field - this is probably the only commonality between Academy City and this world.

I didn't expect to run into a person with supernatural powers within a few hours of arriving in the slums of Yokohama. Should I say that I was lucky or a bit of a loser...

Originally, my plan was like this -

From the quest Belmode asked me to complete, I learned that the quest target has something to do with Yokohama's underground research institute.

After that, I transferred more detailed information from the Supernatural Secret Service Division. This underground research institute is located in the slums of Yokohama, and the main research project is about the supernatural powers. Of course, I don’t need to say more about the experimental materials, and they are naturally from the slums. These unlucky ones.

In a place like a slum, it is really normal for one person to die and one person to disappear.People here are indifferent to each other, and no one cares whether a person who has nothing to do with him is dead or alive.

Even if there are friends looking for it, they will give up quickly, after all, this is a slum.

A slum where there is nothing to do every day except try to survive.

The port mafia in Yokohama also seemed to know the existence of this organization. They seemed to be unable to restrain themselves and planned to destroy this underground research institution.

They will never allow this kind of research on people with supernatural abilities. After all, the port mafia has many people with supernatural abilities in its organization, and the higher-ups use people with supernatural abilities as the main combat force.

And I just plan to make up for this time difference, and as a child from the slums with supernatural powers, I was brought in by this research institute as an experimental material.

People with supernatural abilities are not dogs, they run all over the street, which is rare anywhere, presumably the research institute is not willing to kill a person with supernatural abilities so easily.

In this way, as long as the port mafia comes to destroy the research institute, I will have a way to sneak in.

I read the information on the Yokohama slums before, and I only know that there are a few very powerful people with supernatural powers here. I don’t know their looks, but I don’t want to be so mediocre. Bar.

... The only thing I didn't think about was that this slum might really be full of people with supernatural powers running all over the street, and I bumped into one of them all at once.

"What... what's wrong?" Akutagawa Gin lightly tugged at the hem of my clothes.

"Ah, it's okay." I quickly came back to my senses and stepped forward to check on the condition of Akutagawa Yin's elder brother.

After seeing the boy's appearance clearly, I couldn't help but want to complain about this magical appearance-brother, does your hair run out of ink as it grows?Seeing that your hair is not sparse, this eyebrow emm...

It's like a primary school student who just learned how to make up accidentally shaved his eyebrows bald when he was painting his eyebrows.

Tsk, this waist is actually thinner than mine, it looks like malnutrition, and even the color of the hair has faded!

Gin stood beside me, wrung his hands and said in a low voice, "This is my brother, Akutagawa Ryunosuke."

My thinking froze for a moment.

What luck am I doing?

When you first came, you met the irascible boss who ruled the slums? ? ?

The author has something to say: the stalk of Orphan of the Dragon Head War has been used too much, so I set it up privately...

Here it is assumed that Yayoi and Kakata are the same age, and Kakata is a few months old, but the time when Kakata was slaughtered has not changed!

Jie Jie who entered Hong Kong: I thought you were dead, but you not only survived but also robbed me of men? ? ?

This chapter routinely sends out red envelopes www

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Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

3 bottles of Bai Ye and the first brother of the winery panting under me; 2 bottles of Tiandao Reward Qin; 1 bottle of Mo Ye;

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