Something's wrong...
A trace of strong vigilance flashed in Constantine's eyes.
Judging from his many years of experience in deceiving gods and ghosts, although the captain named Aizen Sosuke seems to have no problems on the surface, whether it is his elegant temperament or his gentle way of dealing with others.
But his intuition told him. This seemingly easy-going man is extremely dangerous!
This conclusion has no theory or logic.
If he had to give it a reason, it would be that he felt an extremely rare and unique aura among his kind in this elegant man named Aizen.
And this kind of mysterious and mysterious feeling is usually only between people of the same kind.
There is no doubt that the elegant and easy-going man in front of him is probably a liar.
Constantine secretly felt vigilant in his heart. As an outlaw who could jump back and forth between heaven and hell, and even make both sides unable to take advantage of him, the most important capital he had to survive until now was to be cautious.
Although it is just a guess, he will not relax.
Oh...did he notice it?
Aizen pushed the black frame, his brown eyes flashed with a strange color, sensing Constantine's alertness.
Although he still didn't understand where he was exposed, he was slightly interested in this guy who looked decadent on the surface, but was actually very observant.
Aizen maintained his image as a good old man and said politely: "The night is already very dark. I will take you to the Fifth Squadron station first. You two can have a rest first and I will send you to the prison tomorrow."
"Mr. Aizen, you are really a good man."
Barton couldn't help but sigh sincerely: "If every captain could be like you, perhaps there would be a lot less disasters in this world."
"Then thank you very much. We really need a break. Of course it would be better if we had some dinner." Constantine sneered in his heart, but he pretended to be grateful.
"It will happen, although it won't be very good."
Aizen picked up the candle lantern in his hand and said slowly: "Two gentlemen, come with me, but don't even think about running away midway."
"No, no."
Constantine waved his hands hurriedly and grinned: "We know we can't escape, Captain Aizen, don't worry."
"That's good."
Aizen nodded slightly, then turned around and walked towards the fifth division with the lamp in hand.
When Barton saw that Constantine followed him without hesitation, he could only follow behind and walked towards the fifth division's station.
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The Fifth Squadron's station was deserted at the moment.
The Shinigami who were originally responsible for the garrison, after sensing Chen Qingcheng's burst of spiritual pressure, followed him out to check the situation.
Now, there were only three of them in the huge camp.
Aizen, who was draped in white feathers, held a lantern and led Patton and Constantine in the front. After passing through the lawn stone steps of the squadron station, they arrived at the captain's residence in the backyard.
"There is no prison in the fifth division, so I will be responsible for guarding you tonight." Aizen led the two of them to his room and said gently: "You can sleep here first, but you have to wait a little longer for food. It’s been a while.”
I originally thought I would go to prison, but I didn't expect the environment to be so good.
"Mr. Aizen is too polite. We understand our status. It doesn't matter if we don't eat for one or two meals." Barton was naturally not picky and shook his head directly: "So there is no need to go to such trouble. If we have a place to sleep, we can Very satisfied.”
The two parties were obviously hostile camps, but he felt a little embarrassed.
This elegant and humble captain of the fifth division treated these 'criminals' so well that it even made him feel a little ashamed.
"Ah~ Captain Aizen, this is not good."
A soft and cold voice suddenly came from the roof.
Barton and Constantine were slightly shocked, and suddenly found a man appearing in front of them. He was also wearing a white feather fabric, with short silver hair, his eyes were narrowed into a thin slit, and the corners of his lips were outlined like a fox. Such a sly sneer.
Although only two days had passed, they were very impressed.
At that time, it was this guy with a bad face who drew his sword and almost killed them all, and even cut off Si Danfang's arm.
"Captain of the Third Division... Ichimaru Gin."
Aizen, who looked elegant one second, suddenly became serious the next second: "Why are you here?"
The two people who noticed the change in Aizen's expression suddenly became nervous. Their eyes wandered back and forth between the two captains, and they could vaguely feel a heavy atmosphere brewing.
"The night is so beautiful, of course I came out for a walk."
Ichimaru Gin put his hands in his sleeves and smiled slightly: "But by chance, I bumped into Captain Aizen, who actually walked into the team building with two traveling companions. I was a little curious for a while, so I thought of following up and taking a look."
"I plan to let them rest for a while and then transfer them to the prison the next day." Aizen looked more serious than ever before and said in a deep voice: "If there is nothing else, please ask Captain Gin Ichimaru to leave here."
"Ah~ It's so cold."
Ichimaru Gin squinted his eyes and glanced around him vaguely: "But having said that, Captain Aizen seems to be very resentful towards me. Can I ask why?"
"If there is a reason, you should know it in your heart."
Aizen's rare tone was a bit cold, and his face showed strong alert: "Don't think that no one knows about the things you did. I will definitely not let you succeed easily, but please leave here now!"
Something fishy...
Constantine frowned and his eyes wandered between the two.
Aizen seems to be implying both inside and outside of his words that Captain Ichimaru Gin has big problems, and he has been secretly investigating these, which is why the relationship between the two people is as tense as it seems.
"What a terrible statement..."
Ichimaru Gin sighed softly and spread his hands helplessly: "Captain Aizen seems to have a deep misunderstanding of me. If that's the case, I won't take the trouble."
The tense atmosphere was suddenly relieved.
When the two captains faced off, even if there was no burst of spiritual pressure, the pressure was real.
Ichimaru Gin slowly turned around, and after taking just two steps, he suddenly stopped: "I almost forgot something important. I came here to tell Captain Aizen, the deputy captain of the fifth division, Chen Qingcheng, It seems that he was seriously injured by a travel accident."
"What did you say?!"
Aizen's eyes narrowed, his breath became confused for a moment, and his attention was attracted by these words.
Ichimaru Gin slowly turned around, his squinting eyes were drawn apart, his pupils were glowing scarlet, and his lips raised a cold and sly smile: "I lied to you, Captain Aizen."
Clang——! ! !
A shrill and cold sword light suddenly bloomed from the robe under Ichimaru Gin's ribs!
No one expected that the person who was smiling one second would suddenly launch a sneak attack the next, with no gap at all and no murderous intent leaking out, making it impossible to guard against him.
Even though Aizen, who was as strong as the captain, was coaxed by Ichimaru Gin on the safety of his subordinates, he could not change his mind for a while. He was caught off guard when faced with this sneak attack, and had to barely avoid the vital parts in an extremely hasty situation.
Poof!
The extended blade penetrated directly through Aizen's abdomen.
A stream of blood spurted out, blooming like plum blossoms, embellishing the room with a bit of evil beauty.
Barton and Constantine were instantly dumbfounded.
This...what's going on? !
Why do captains suddenly make a killing move?
They felt that their brains seemed to be unable to keep up with the current situation, and they were in a state of complete chaos.
"Ah! I actually missed it."
Ichimaru Gin's lips curled up with a dangerous and heart-stopping smile: "As expected of Captain Aizen, his reaction speed is so fast."
"Ahem...Ichimaru Gin...you!"
Aizen coughed up a mouthful of blood, glared at the laughing man, angrily pulled out the Zanpakutō from his waist, and growled: "Break it into pieces, Kyoka Suigetsu!"
"Yeah, yeah~ It's too late to start solving the problem now, Captain Aizen." Ichimaru Gin held the short sword, pointed at the gap on it, and said with a smile: "From the moment you were penetrated by the divine spear, , the ending is already determined.”
"What?!"
Aizen was startled for a moment, and then a heartbreaking pain came.
Poof!
I saw this elegant and easy-going captain with a huge hole torn out in his chest.
Blood mixed with internal organs fragments, like exploding fireworks, covered all corners of the room.
