night.
The drizzle has just stopped.
There is a black Hummer off-road vehicle parked at the end of the pier. A young man in a long black trench coat is half leaning and half sitting on the bumper looking at the sea. The sea breeze lifts his forehead and makes the cigarette butt in the man's mouth flicker. The ground was bright, his handsome face had a slight feminine aura, his fair skin had a marble-like texture, and his eyebrows were straight.
It looks like the last shot in a movie of the male protagonist after a big fight or preparing to rush to the battlefield for the decisive battle. If you ignore the two simple but graceful knives in his hands, one long and one short, the tip of the knife is at this moment. The last drop of scarlet blood on the knife slowly slid down as the water droplets on the blade rolled down, fell on the black rock, spread along the cracks in the rock, and gradually dissipated.
"Young Master, everything has been taken care of." A tall and thin man in black came forward and said respectfully.
"Yes." The young man known as the Young Master nodded.
At this time, a beautiful girl with dark blue eyes and a graceful figure walked over, holding two dark red scabbards in her hands, and a phone number: "Young Master, the phone number of the Inuyama family head."
"Head of the Inuyama family?" The young man frowned. He handed her two knives, one long and one short, and then took the phone from her hand.
After a while, the young man picked up the phone. His expression was neither solemn nor relaxed, but surprised.
There is also a little confusion in it.
It is rare for news to bring such an expression to the face of this young man who is the director of the Executive Bureau of the Japanese branch of Kassel College, but this time the news undoubtedly reached this level.
The two men in black, who were quite different in stature, looked at each other and seemed to be communicating with each other. The beautiful girl put the two knives back into their scabbards in an orderly manner, with no intention of communicating with them at all. Focusing on the young man in black trench coat.
"Okay, I understand." After the young man finished speaking, he hung up the phone and looked at the girl, "Sakura, drive, prepare to go to Haneda Airport."
Hearing this, Sakura turned around and prepared to drive without asking anything.
"Crow, Yaksha," the young man looked at the two men in black again, "there's trouble coming."
"Young Master, just say whatever you want! We are not afraid of anything no matter how troublesome it is!" Yasha patted his chest and said, Crow also nodded, and their eyes flashed with excitement at the same time.
"The troublesome thing I'm talking about is not to make you fight and kill me, but to give me some time to be honest." The young man waved his hand, "The inspection team from this department is here."
"What?" Yasha was stunned, "Didn't you already come here? I remember that when they left, I took them to experience our local characteristics!"
"Maybe the problem lies in your local characteristics. The headquarters may be very dissatisfied with this, or they may have noticed something. This time, the members they sent here are not the members of the commissioner's investigation team last time." The young man said coldly. Glancing at him, she got into the passenger seat and Sakura opened the door.
Yasha and Wuwu looked at each other and hurriedly got into the back seat. Wuwu pinched Yasha and asked: "Young Master, a new person has come here? What is their purpose this time? Is it possible that we are going to quarrel with each other directly?" ?"
"The team of specialists sent by the headquarters this time..." The young man looked at the information received on his mobile phone and frowned, "Two are in the first grade who have not officially enrolled yet, and one has been repeating the grade for two years and is about to stay in the third year. A student at Kassel College?”
After hearing this, Crow and Yasha looked at each other in confusion. Even Sakura, who had just fastened her seat belt, couldn't help but glance at Yuan Zhisheng. However, she still didn't speak and just kicked the accelerator with a bang. Then the Hummer left after skidding on the spot. Rushing out like an arrow, it is hard to imagine that Sakura, who looks so gentle and gentle, would be so... fanatical while driving.
The huge pushing force did not move the other three people in the car at all. They seemed to have been used to this and were still discussing.
"What? This sounds like it is even weaker than the last inspection team! What the hell are the two freshmen who have not officially enrolled? And the one who repeated the grade is actually still capable at Kassel College Is there such a thing as repeating a grade? Isn’t it a bit too useless!" Yasha scratched his head and said loudly, "Is it possible that the people in the headquarters are finally giving up, so they are giving us a few good dishes to slowly train us?"
"If there is something wrong with your mind, I suggest you don't speak..." Crow interrupted him, "The people in this department are not fools! And the last inspection team did not need the Inuyama family owner to call! Master, go over to receive him! I'm sorry, young master, this is just a little guess..."
"It's okay," the young man waved his hand, "You are right, there is a reason why we need to go this time, because one of the commissioners who came this time is an S-class that has not been seen in this department for forty years."
"S-level?" Yasha ghost screamed, full of surprise, but soon he came back to his senses and hummed, "Don't be afraid, young master, you must be much stronger than him, you are Amaterasu!"
"What's the comparison?" Crow pinched him secretly again to indicate that he said something wrong again, "So what if the S-class has a bloodline advantage? It hasn't been baptized by blood, but it's just in the ivory tower. It’s just a childish way of living! What’s more, the visitor is a guest, so the young master has no need to care about such a child!”
The young man known as Amaterasu is the head of the Minamoto family of the Sheqi Hachi family. He has an A-level bloodline. At the age of 17, he became the director of the executive bureau of the Japanese branch of Kassel Academy. It is obvious that he can do this It's because of his strength rather than luck.
After all, the position of Director of the Executive Bureau is not like the kind of position where you can do hello, me, everyone, just enjoy it quietly and wait for the money. If you want to survive in this position, you must solve everything with strong strength. Questions come one after another! Because what the Executive Board and the Kassel Academy Executive Department have to do are actually similar, but the scope is not that wide. However, with the system in Japan, a place that allows the legal existence of the underworld... the frequency of troublesome and dangerous things is actually also Not very low.
However, this is the situation. Under the leadership of Minamoto, the Executive Bureau has become the number one department in the Japanese branch. He used the double swords in his hands - spider cutter and boy cutter to win the favor of everyone in the Japanese division. Respect also proves his qualifications as Amaterasu. If nothing unexpected happens, after the current head of the Eight Sheqi Clan, Masamune Tachibana, leaves office, Minamoto Chisaki will become the seventy-fourth head of the Eight Sheqi Clan. , which is equivalent to ascending the throne in the Japanese underworld!
"Don't use your assumptions to judge the strength of a person who has never been masked before. That will put you in an extremely dangerous situation," Yuan Zhisheng said calmly, closing his eyes, "And the S-level strength coming this time is very high. He is powerful and very valuable. The reason why the head of the Inuyama family contacted me is because he is worried that the fierce ghosts will attack him at all costs."
As he said this, Yuan Zhisheng handed the phone to Crow, but not to Yasha because he knew that if he watched it anyway, it would be equivalent to not watching and just need to listen.
"This guy is a time bomb!" Crow finally understood everything after reading it, and took a breath and sighed, "If he is hurt here by us, then the headquarters will have reason to reach out to the branch!"
"This is something that cannot be tolerated, so we must accompany the inspection team this time to prevent accidents." Yuan Zhisheng nodded.
"It feels very troublesome. Take them directly to the construction site to use the cement mixer..." While Yasha was yelling, he suddenly felt a chill coming over him. Looking for the source, he found that it was Sakura's cold eyes in the rearview mirror in front, like The knife is as powerful as killing someone.
The crow on the side also pointed forward. Only then did Yasha realize that Yuan Zhisheng had closed his eyes and seemed to be concentrating on his voice. He finally remembered that today, in the precise sense, a few people were only busy for one night, but Yuan Zhisheng could be said to be two people. I didn't sleep for three days, and finally I took care of the Deadpool at the beach. I was mentally exhausted and needed a rest.
"..." Although Yasha is reckless, he is not stupid. It can only be said that a small group always needs various roles. Minamoto is responsible for the male appearance and ultimate combat power, and Sakura is responsible for the female appearance. The person in charge of duty and the role of driver, Crow Crow is responsible for the role of military advisor, he is the person in charge of handymen and the person who "doesn't seem so smart", duplication of characters will undoubtedly lead to limitations, so it's just a perfect team.
The car became quiet. When this specially modified Hummer was racing, no sound could be heard in the car. When Sakura turned a corner, she rarely started to slow down instead of pressing the accelerator.
…
On the plane, Mo Qiuran and Fingel were feasting.
The stewardess came forward and replaced the steaks they had finished with in a gentle voice, and then served them a fruit salad at their request. She had done this no less than ten times, although the stewardess's service attitude remained the same. But he couldn't help but the passengers around him often looked at him with surprise. Maybe they were wondering whether they were on the plane or participating in a big eating competition?
The service provided by Secretary Norma of Kassel College was as considerate as ever. All the means of transportation along the way were provided with first-class cabins for all those who could buy them, and all kinds of meals were top-notch, such as this transoceanic flight. The top self-service package service on... In fact, only a few people have clicked on this service since its launch, and almost all of them gave away money with the mentality of trying it out. But now this plan has finally ushered in a huge loss, because This time two unreasonable tough men came.
"Huh, junior, you can really eat it!" Fingel took a fork of the salad, put it in his mouth and chewed it.
"It's not bad. Wouldn't it be a loss if you don't eat everything you bought?" Mo Qiuran rubbed his stomach. After eating so much, his stomach basically didn't have any fluctuations. He was already full, but he was still full. Can be eaten.
This is because he is currently in the state of using [Permanent Projection·Quicksilver]. In this state, he can quickly decompose the food he eats and convert it into energy and store it in the body. The utilization rate of food is almost as high as More than ninety percent!
You must know that the normal food utilization rate of most people is around 20 or 30, so there is basically no digestive residue in Mo Qiuran's body!
In layman's terms, it means eating more and diarrhea less.
"So junior, is this what you have in mind?" Fingel was speechless.
"Oh? Senior, do you have any other reasons?" Mo Qiuran was confused.
"Of course it is to enjoy the delicious food before death!" Fingel lowered his voice and whispered, "I have never let go and enjoy it after living for so long. This time I am facing such danger, and I am a senior. How can I do that as a senior? Do you think you are right when I see you guys going to danger? So if there is any danger then, I, the senior, will definitely be the one to get in first. In this case, wouldn’t the risk of me being killed be very high? In this way, if I don’t enjoy it to the fullest If it gets cold, wouldn’t it be a loss to death?”
"Senior, what you said makes sense!" Mo Qiuran also lowered his voice and put on an expression that said, "I'm so proud of you." "Since this is the case, as a junior, I can't shirk my responsibility!"
Fingel was secretly happy when he heard this.
Then the next second he heard Mo Qiuran's next words: "I will definitely take your ashes back and bury them in your hometown! Senior, if you have any last wishes, you can tell me in advance. I will definitely I will try my best to help you complete it as appropriate, and then, senior, can you tell me your bank card number by the way? After all, it doesn’t matter if the person is gone, but if the money is gone, then it will be easier for the vampires in the bank..."
Fingel: "..."
Although I thought it was a bit weird at first, I was still very moved. Fingel even felt a little bit of guilt in his heart for designing such a pure disciple... This was a rare expression of his long-lost conscience. A different style, the result... What does it mean that it doesn't matter if the person is gone? Hundan! I also want the bank card password. Sure enough, this is what you want to say in such a long way!
Fingel buried his head in the salad. He thought he finally realized that his thoughts had been read and Mo Qiuran used the opportunity to tease him. The problem this time was that he made huge mistakes and couldn't fight back... Naturally, he could only vent his anger on the food. .
Mo Qiuran didn't pursue the victory or anything. After all, he was a senior and not an enemy. He could easily offend people if he occasionally mentioned some jokes... He also started to eat the salad, and at the same time made a move with his hidden left hand. The speed of phantom nothingness.
Don’t get me wrong, this is not Mo Qiuran practicing professional skills in order to become a legal specialty profession in Japan. All this is just to maximize the ability to familiarize himself with the new permanent projection. Regarding Kuaiyin’s strength during this period, Mo Qiuran Qiu Ran has learned about it on the Internet. There are different versions, some are ridiculously strong and some are ridiculously weak, but no matter which version it is, it is much more powerful than what he has now!
Japan is obviously not a kind place. How can we not improve our own strength and take protective measures? Mo Qiuran was not going to leave empty-handed this time!
You can't take the initiative to stir up trouble... If someone attacks you, you can't blame yourself for demolishing some flowers and buildings just to protect yourself, right?
For example...a certain Yasukuni divine toilet?
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