Chapter 46

He protects her, and she will protect him in return.

One mission after another, the Black Organization has no shortage of missions.

After completing three missions, Fuyuki was exhausted. Although all she had done was lead people to the mission locations and explain the mission details, it was still very tiring.

Leaning against the corner of the wall, gazing at the distant, reddish sunset, Dongshu squatted down again, the light backpack behind him now feeling somewhat heavy.

She looked at Kurosawa Jin beside her, who was carrying a guitar case, and saw that the boy was also gazing into the distance, looking completely relaxed.

She squatted down for a while, hugging her knees, then stood up, her eyes wide open: "I'm hungry."

Kurosawa Jin looked at her strangely.

After the sniping mission, the two went to have lunch, and then were taken to the next mission. After the mission, the little boy happily ate a crepe, and then there was another mission.

From the moment we met until now, except for lunch, he has been either doing a mission or on his way to do one, while Fuyuki has been watching him do it with great ease.

I ate some food along the way, but didn't do anything that required much effort.

It's really wrong of him to say he's hungry now.

Kurosawa Jin couldn't help but frown, his long-suppressed irritation churning within him, but he still pursed his lips, burying his emotions.

Dongshu eats very well. He holds his chopsticks steadily and picks up the food without dropping any grains of rice on the table. He doesn't seem like an eight or nine-year-old child at all.

Dongshu looked at him: "Zhen, aren't you going to eat?"

"……eat."

Kurosawa Jin and Fuyuki found a nearby restaurant and sat down.

It's not some top-tier delicacy, but it's enough to fill your stomach and warm your body.

She propped her chin up and looked at the boy opposite her. He was very quiet in every move. In less than a day, Dongshu realized that this person was not what she had thought.

It's not that they don't have a temper, it's just that it's been suppressed.

Because she was a code name member, his nominal superior?

Blinking her eyes, Fuyuki didn't want to think too much. Having been busy understanding various matters concerning the Black Organization for some time, she just wanted to clear her mind now.

Giving new recruits opportunities and allowing them to access tasks and opportunities that they wouldn't have access to without connections should be helpful in cultivating reliable new subordinates.

She ran ahead to pay the bill, then grabbed Kurosawa Jin's hand and ran out of the restaurant. Under the moonlight, she smiled with her eyes crinkling, as bright as the crescent moon in the sky.

Nighttime is the best place for assassins to operate, but it is also the easiest time for them to be ambushed.

The night is the perfect backdrop for murder, like being shrouded in smoke, indistinct yet deceptive.

The swift footsteps swept across the roadside weeds, silent yet fleeting, the dark figure keeping a low profile, glancing back every now and then.

He paused, heard a sound, and dodged to the side behind a wall diagonally in front of him, using it as cover to dodge the incoming bullets. Then he jumped to the next wall and quickly moved to a different position.

Kurosawa Jin's breathing was very light; even with the strenuous exercise, he was breathing steadily.

Fuyuki was held in his arms, her small hand covering her mouth and nose, her eyes filled with nervousness, afraid that she might make a sound that she shouldn't and disrupt Kurosawa Jin's actions.

Her heart was racing, but she wasn't afraid. Her spiritual energy had already spread out, and even in places beyond the reach of the Black Swamp Formation, every move of the enemies chasing them was exposed to her perception.

The first time, I was being chased.

The backpack behind her gave her a sense of security in the face of danger, and the loyal dagger stayed quietly behind her, waiting for its master's command.

A cold wind brushed against his cheek, bringing a slight sting, and Fuyuki shifted his hand uncomfortably.

Kurosawa Jin's movements were anything but gentle. He gripped Fuyuki tightly, who was a hindrance, while holding a pistol in his other hand. His nerves were on edge. Not far behind him were his target's men. After a fatal blow, his imperfect retreat route was the main reason he was discovered.

An annoyed click of his tongue marked the start of the chase, and the approaching footsteps from a distance made his brow furrow involuntarily.

If he were alone, things would be alright. He might not escape unscathed, and some injuries would be unavoidable, but escaping the pursuit alive would be no problem at all.

But this so-called boss has never demonstrated any ability. He's like a mascot doll, serving no purpose other than being cute.

Crouch, roll, shoot, embarrass yourself, get up, dodge.

The series of movements were fluid, yet a bullet still grazed his arm, tearing his sleeve, drawing blood, and causing a stinging pain.

When he was thrown out, Fuyuki used his spiritual power to protect himself in time, avoiding damage to his exposed skin. The next second, he was caught around the waist, and the surrounding air became turbulent again.

Such an injury did not have a significant impact on Kurosawa Jin; it simply made him more cautious in his actions, which involved both dodging and counterattacking.

This area has complex terrain, making it ideal for circling the enemy and stalling for time, but stalling for time is pointless because he has no reinforcements.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Gunfire gradually intensified, and the enemies who had been separated by the bend regrouped. They dodged left and right, but some still managed to graze past their bodies.

Kurosawa Jin's movements slowed down somewhat. A dark glint flashed in his deep green eyes. He glanced at the Fuyuki in his hands, but still held on tightly without letting go.

"Ugh!" It felt like a sharp, hard object piercing through my body.

He hid behind the wall, breathing slightly heavier, his fingers trembling. The penetrating wound in his shoulder made him almost dizzy, but he still tried to stay awake.

Blood dripped uncontrollably, staining his shoulders red, dyeing his silver hair, and turning his face pale.

The unstoppable cold, the uncontrollable rigidity of consciousness, I pinched myself hard, and after a brief moment of clarity, I was still unable to think flexibly.

Kurosawa Jin suddenly felt that he was about to die.

A soft little hand rested on his shoulder, and the slight weight made him struggle to lift his eyes. His boss's slightly off expression caught his eye.

It was as if I had suddenly gained power, and my life force had stopped draining away.

Dongshu remained silent. She squatted down beside the boy, raised her hand, and her invisible spiritual power began to take effect, stopping the bleeding and allowing the wound to heal slightly.

As Mr. Ke Xue once said, this world is a world of science, and spiritual power, which is unscientific, does not exist in this world. She does not intend to let the wound heal instantly in an unscientific way.

It only saved his life.

These were her personally selected subordinates, subordinates who, despite repeated hesitations during the crisis, never abandoned her.

Fuyuki blinked, sensing the enemy getting closer. Looking at Kurosawa Jin, who was barely maintaining consciousness, she let out a heavy sigh.

"Zhen, you did a great job. You're a very good person."

She stood up, gripping the backpack straps on her shoulders with both hands, her eyes fixed on the distance.

In the age of science, spiritual power does not exist.

And what about swords?

"Saya," the Saniwa whispered, "now is the time for revenge."

With her spiritual energy swirling around her, she held up a shield invisible to ordinary people, and walked freely among the enemy ranks. Bullets stopped half a meter away from her, then were deflected and fell.

Amidst the flashing swords and flying sand and stones, Dongshu's black hair fluttered by her ears as she pressed down.

The enemy was terrified as if he had seen a monster. He tried to scream, but the next moment his neck was slashed by a sharp blade, and he lost his life.

Dongshu raised her index finger to signal for silence. She turned her head, her dark eyes gloomy, unable to let in the moonlight.

"Shhh."

Quiet.