Grass, this is not right everyday

"Ah... the current medical technology is indeed getting better and better, right? I thought it must be impossible to save it when it was broken like that." Joker said with his hands on the awning, narrowing his eyes.

Amuro smiled.There is no direct answer to the question.

"I'm here this time to give you a message." He said, "You must have felt it too. It's far less efficient to cooperate with the authorities than to search for information everywhere by yourself."

"So I want to send you an invitation, formally inviting you to join the Special Hazard Response Section and become a member of the government organization."

49. Brother Amuro

Jock looked at Toru Amuro as if he was watching a joke. There were many things that could be read from his eccentric expression, but most of them were not friendly.

He lazily glanced in the direction of the school gate, and saw Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who had left school safely, texting someone with her cell phone.Joke was a little embarrassed by the behavior of leaving Xia Zhiqiu directly before, and did not plan to see her for the time being.

Touching the vibrating cell phone in his arms, Jock stood up and lifted the tomahawk.

"Really, you think so?" Jock circled around Toru Amuro, trying to see him through from beginning to end, "Why are you openly recruiting criminals and scum now, or have you finally recognized your true nature? ?”

There was obvious malice in Jock's tone. There were only Toru Amuro and Jock on the rooftop. Compared with Jock holding a tomahawk, Toru Amuro was weak like a lame little white rabbit next to a hungry wolf.

But the little white rabbit didn't seem to worry about his own safety at all. He took out the wallet with the logo of the Response Department from his arms.

The wallet was inlaid with the symbol of Taichi, which was composed of water splashes and flames. The metal logo reflected dazzling light in the sun. Toru Amuro silently opened the inside of the wallet, and Jock's information was already printed inside.

"How? As long as it is necessary, our efficiency is quite high." Toru Amuro said proudly.

Toru Amuro gently waved the freshly baked exorcist license, the A3-level logo was clearly printed inside the license.

"A3?" Jock was a little surprised, "You guys really spent your money."

"Yeah, I was surprised too." Amuro said with a smile, "Why, compared to continuing to live this precarious life, getting this license will immediately reach the pinnacle of life."

"From then on, I will live a stable and peaceful life, marry a young lady with a good family education, buy a luxury house in Chiyoda District, and no longer have to worry about money."

"How, is such a life not good?"

As Toru Amuro said, he handed over the certificate in his hand again. Even a turkey like Jock knew very well that this thing was indeed what Toru Amuro said, and it would allow him to climb to the pinnacle of life one step at a time.

An A3-level exorcist license, holding this level of license can already be regarded as a figure standing at the top of the industry.In this era when driver's licenses are divided into one, two, and three levels, exorcists, a profession that is dangerous and has extremely special work content, is so hot that it is impossible to treat them equally.

Most of them go to a location designated by the government for a certain degree of practice after passing written examinations, various tests, and personal filings. They can only officially become exorcists after passing the final assessment.

After passing the assessment, most exorcists will, according to their own conditions, enter large enterprises and become members of them, while others will enter relevant departments and become members of public power.Such as Isayama, such as Kato.

Not all exorcists are like that, though.

There are still many exorcists with good talents and abilities, but failed to obtain a license for some reason. Such people's talents as exorcists are as good as their talents for doing evil. Most of them will die in the end, but some of them will die. It will be ordered by relevant departments and large enterprises.

Such people are the rarest.Most exorcists who can make a name for themselves have their own family inheritance and training, such as Isayama Huangquan, her family is also a family that has passed on for some years, not to mention the spiritual beasts that have concluded a contract to drive.This type of talent is the main source of exorcists.

But even so, even Isayama Koizumi or similar ancient families with thousands of years of inheritance, they have been studying spiritual power, spells, and demons since the time when exorcists were still called onmyoji, there are almost no ancient families. A person who can be directly issued an A3 level license.

A-level license does not require strong power, but has obvious requirements for its influence and achievements. The issuance of this license itself is the recognition of its knowledge, skills, reputation and contribution.

But now, the influential A-level license is about to be thrown to a notorious criminal, robber, lunatic and psychopath.Even Zhao'an is too exaggerated, right?

If no one knew who Jock was by the name before today, then even if Jock didn’t work in the relevant department after today, there would still be a lot of companies willing to spend millions of dollars to hire him.

The last time, even if Jock doesn't want to work, that's fine. Holders of an A-level license have a generous stipend to use even if they don't work for a whole year.

As long as Jock is willing to accept the license from Toru Amuro, he will immediately reach the pinnacle of his life.

Toru Amuro didn't know what the little section chief of the response department was thinking, and just gave such a license with such a huge influence to a criminal for nothing.

Not to mention that this guy has something to do with multiple intentional wounding cases, just the recent kidnapping of Yukinoshita and the release of Dozen prove that this guy is not the kind of person with very strong moral values.

What if he uses this enormous influence to do something that endangers the entire country?

Toru Amuro didn't know what Jock would do with the license, and this was not his specialty, so he could only wait for the result quietly.

But he didn't get the result he wanted, and the hand holding the certificate was still raised. Joke didn't go to the certificate, and didn't say any words of rejection. Instead, he swung his tomahawk and went down shoulder to shoulder, and once again scored Amuro Toru. for two.

"Well, this angle is more appropriate." Joker nodded in satisfaction with his masterpiece.

He strode across the country like someone about to sing about the dead body of the flower of hope, picking up the documents in the pool of blood.After opening it a little, it turned out to be my own profile.

Jock glared at himself in the photo in annoyance. This thing is set up and even the photo is P. How much do you want him to accept it?

"I've seen through everything, this ghost license is a fucking trap." Joker said firmly.

The matter had been settled, and Joker threw away the license, and the black wallet disappeared all the way into the sunset.

When he was about to leave the roof where the blood was gradually spreading, the phone rang suddenly.

Jock glanced back at Toru Amuro's dead body, turned around and found a blood-stained flip phone from his blood-soaked jacket pocket.

The phone was soaked in blood and could still be used. The monotonous ringtone kept ringing, and Jock hesitated for a moment before pressing the connect button.

"I forgot to mention just now, in fact, even if you destroy the certificate, it's useless, your information has already been recorded in the file—"

click.

Jock squeezed hard, blocking Amuro's voice from continuing to come from the other end of the phone.

"Fuck, what the hell are you, Brother Amuro 10032?" Annoyed, he threw away the fragments of his phone and wiped the blood on his shirt.

Now that there is no need to be afraid of being discovered by anyone, there is no need to be so cautious about being noticed.

Jock looked melancholy at the sunset in the distance, that's why he didn't like dealing with officials, these bastards always like to take the initiative, now Jock can only wait, he vowed to kill if there is no news within three days He threw the whole building into the Pacific Ocean.

50. Drinking to soothe your sorrows

Jock glared at Amuro Toru's wreckage, and shook off the ice shards of blood on the ax blade.

A frantic man swung his ax on the roof, causing snowflakes to fall from the sky, but after venting for a long time, no one in a radius of more than ten kilometers could bravely stand up and ask him to chop a few axes to vent his emotions.

In the end, Jock could only spit a few mouthfuls of phlegm on the wreckage of Toru Amuro unhappily, and left the school cursing.

As the sky darkened, Jock ushered in his second night as a student.

Taking a step back, the more I think about it, the more I get angry. If I can't find other reliable sources of information besides dealing with Kona's information, how can I be so easily manipulated by others?

"Damn, these bastards." Joker cursed the culprit who made him so irritable, the bastards who dealt with Ke, and now they need to provide information.

Over and over again, Joker hoped to get information as soon as possible to "get out of the sea of ​​suffering", but subtly hoped that the information he got was false, so he just broke into the headquarters of the response department and made a big fuss.

The anger that had nowhere to vent prompted Joke to call Kato, and at this time, according to the previous situation, he should not be off work.

Jock didn't wait too long for the notification tone, and a familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Jock? Why are you free today? As far as I know, you've made a big fuss." Kato's voice sounded listless.

Jock hummed in response, then asked, "What are you doing now?"

Kato paused for a moment, then replied knowingly: "Go out for a drink?"

"old place?"

"When I get off work."

With a rare smile on Jock's face, he hung up the phone and stretched himself.He walked slowly to his pickup truck and drove in the direction of Kamurocho.

At the same time, the documents that were thrown away by Joke finally landed.

Near the train station, due to the early dismissal of school today, many high school girls gathered together to chat about what they saw and heard today.

And just as they were leaving the tram, the ID photo that flew down fell right in front of someone.

"Ah!" Yi Caiyu was frightened, and it took a few seconds to realize that something fell in front of him for a few seconds.

"Little Iroha, what's wrong?"

Yi Caiyu tightened her body like a frightened small animal, stood on one foot, and subconsciously grabbed the corner of the skirt of her companion.

"It's super scary! It seems that something has fallen." Yi Caiyu patted his chest to calm his frightened heart.

Then he looked at the wallet that fell to the ground, and there was a yin and yang symbol composed of flames and water splashes on it.

"What is this?" Yi Seyu picked up the wallet angrily.

Inside the wallet are some numbers and units that she doesn't quite understand. It looks like some kind of certificate. The only thing Xiao Caiyu can understand is the one-inch photo on the certificate.

"Ah, isn't this a transfer student?" Yi Shiroyu's companion suddenly came over and said, "The person in the photo seems to be a transfer student who transferred recently, or a senior."

"Eh~~? Really." Xiao Caiyu said with a drawn-out tone, "Isn't it a mistake?"

Yishishiyu wanted to say something, but another wave of people who wanted to get off took them all the way away from where they were before, and Yishi could only stuff the ID into the bag pocket by the way.

Well~ If it really belonged to the transfer student, wouldn't it be fine to return it to him after the holidays?

Xiao Caiyu quickly put aside the matter of the certificate, happily prepared to sing with her friends, and made good use of the time she had finally spared to have fun.

Until it was completely dark.

The colorful neon signboards in Kamurocho are colorful and colorful, forming a neon world.

It is colorful and glamorous. Although it is no longer the heyday of the 80s, the time here seems to have stopped, and it still brings a strong visual impact. It seems that if you are not careful, you will get lost in the colorful world.

But even in a place like Kamurocho, there are still some places that don't stand out.

Located on Champion Street at the corner of Kamurocho, it seems like two worlds from the glamorous Kamurocho beside it.

Low-slung houses, ambiguous advertisements, and a small road where two people can't even walk side by side, not to mention open to traffic.

People in shabby clothes are conducting suspicious transactions in the corner, and the signs with exposed wires are marked with suspicious and ambiguous pink slogans.

There are hostile glances from homeless men, and scantily clad women trying to drum up some business with their squeezed cleavage and thighs that are almost as high as their hips.

In this kind of place, a guy like Kato, in a high-end suit, with a neat haircut and a pair of shiny shoes, is completely alien.

Well-groomed, with no pleats visible in the suit, and a lightweight coat that won't overwhelm you even in this season.

He was a very hygienic guy from beard, haircut, and nails, and his manners and manners seemed to be impeccable.

Some homeless men and scantily clad women smiled flatteringly and made way for Kato.

This is where Kato and Jock made an appointment.

After seeing the pickup truck parked not far away and blocking the fire exit with obvious poor quality, Kato was sure that Jock had arrived first.

Kato quickly found the place where he and Jock had made an appointment, a tavern named "Dragon Among Men". It is said that the owner here had been taken care of by a certain legendary goblin, so he used these four words as a tavern. Shop sign.

Unlike the suspicious shops that use colorful lights as signs around, the signboard of this shop is a wooden board with four Chinese characters "Dragon Among People" written on it, and only two lanterns are used as lighting. This is the shop. door face.

Kato's eyes stayed on the four words for a moment, and just about to go forward, the sliding door of the tavern was pulled open by someone.

When Jock's familiar face appeared in front of Kato, he didn't think it was Jock who came out to greet him at first.

Sure enough, Jock was dragged out of the tavern by his collar.

"Asshole! That's my wife, don't get close to her!" A drunk-looking guy yelled at Jock.

"Don't be so nervous, my friend. I just rubbed your wife's breasts. She is so big, I hope someone can appreciate her achievements." Jock obviously didn't care whether he was being held up by his collar, and he seemed in good spirits.

"You bastard!" The drunk couldn't help but clenched his fists, and punched Jock's face that was full of beatings.

"Oh, that's a bit unfriendly, isn't it?" Although Jock was punched, although he was not injured, his expression changed suddenly.

He punched the drunk man to the ground with a backhand punch. When the poor guy covered his face and was still moaning uncomfortably on the ground, Jock had already patted his ass and returned to the tavern.

"I'm going to have a few more fucking drinks with your wife, bastard."

After saying this, he pulled the door open, and he didn't notice Kato's existence from the beginning to the end.

51. Between Cups

"Why every time I meet you, you either have already killed someone or are preparing to kill someone?"

In the tavern named "Dragon Among Men", Kato and Jock sat opposite each other. He took off his coat and put his handbag aside.

At this time, Jock had already taken off the school uniform that bothered him, and put on the familiar jacket and shirt instead.

The tavern is not very spacious, there is only a bar counter that can seat about five or six people and three tables against the wall, separated by a wooden board.It doesn't feel cramped to sit in, but the exterior still looks overcrowded, and there's an old TV above the bar, playing boring tidbits.

"It's nothing, I saved his life, rubbing her wife's nipples is nothing." Joker nonchalantly hugged the woman in his arms even more tightly, "What's more, the breasts are still fake, and people don't know what to do." She's his real wife."

The woman in Jock's arms has a very big heart, she is not particularly beautiful, but she has a mature charm, and her frowns and smiles are full of charm.

Although most people verbally say that the bigger the naizi, the better, but when seeing such a large piece of white flowers swaying in front of them, many people still lose their minds.

The woman in Jock's arms didn't look as charming as before at this moment. She put her hands on her knees neatly and let Jock hug her. She didn't dare to squint and stared intently at the edge of the table.

"What do you think? Jiuyun. Why don't you look for your target elsewhere. I remember I should have reminded you not to look for trouble in this store."