Atobe Nanako was once kidnapped.

But my memory now seems a little fuzzy. I can only reconstruct the images of a few black rooms in pieces when I try hard to recall.

There were several faces whose expressions could not be seen clearly in the dark room.

Atobe Nanako turned her head slightly to look at the face of the person behind her.

I don't really feel anything right now.

Anyway, I can't remember clearly.

"Sakunosuke..."

The children huddled together, holding their heads as they heard the explosions not far away. Oda Sakunosuke protected the children behind him and looked around vigilantly.

Children must never be put in such danger.

One child said, "Is it a robbery?"

Another child answered: "They all have guns..."

Oda Sakunosuke said, "Everyone, be careful, don't move or talk."

The children immediately covered their mouths and lowered their heads, not daring to move. After a while, they heard someone shouting loudly not far away, and the brave children dared to raise their heads a little.

When he looked up, he saw the ochre-haired girl being held by someone.

The ochre-haired girl was trapped by the men in black clothes, with a pistol pointed at her head. Although she looked like she didn't feel anything, the children couldn't help but feel sympathy for her.

"It's the sister just now."

"elder sister?"

"They put a gun to my big sister's head."

"What should I do..."

Oda Sakunosuke's attention was now focused on the girl, and his eyes swept over the people around him. The girl's appearance was undoubtedly the biggest reason why she was held captive, and the way she was dressed made it clear that she was a rich girl. Rich girls had no resistance and were easily held captive, and it was not easy for them to escape or fight back.

There were many men in black, and Oda Sakunosuke could not guarantee that he could save the auburn-haired girl while protecting the children. His brows wrinkled slightly, and he subconsciously reached for the gun at his waist.

But it was always open and told him one fact seamlessly and clearly.

Oda Sakunosuke looked at the ochre-haired woman in surprise.

This time, the riot was caused by the fight between the Mafia sub-organizations, and the explosion in the mall affected many people. It happened that at this time, Nakahara Chuuya ran to report the mission to Mr. Mori, and Dazai Osamu did go out to make trouble secretly at first to be lazy.

Just when he was getting excited and deciding where to commit suicide today, his cell phone suddenly rang. Dazai saw that it was Mr. Mori's call and was about to throw it away, but he weighed it in his hand and finally picked it up.

Mori Ogai asked Dazai Osamu to resolve the unrest in the mall.

Dazai Osamu complained: "I have already chosen the place where I will commit suicide."

Mori Oo on the other end of the phone sighed, "The mall still needs manpower to deal with it. Dazai, the best solution at the moment is for you to handle this matter."

"The best solution?"

"Is it in the best interests of the port mafia to intervene in the conflict between the two parties?"

Dazai Osamu looked at the river in front of him, the water surface was sparkling.

"Well, after what happened last night, it's fine if you give me a long, happy suicide vacation." His tone was frivolous, but he didn't seem to be joking.

Dazai narrowed his eyes.

The exposed iris-colored eye was filled with mist, and the endless blackness seemed like the falling night.

"Dazai-kun will be given a vacation. As for what he does during the vacation, I will not interfere." The person on the other end of the phone spoke with a smile. I could almost remember his smiling face through the phone.

"Don't smile like that over the phone, or you'll vomit." Dazai Osamu said bluntly into the phone.

"How could that be?" The voice sounded a little surprised.

"So please, Dazai-kun, handle this matter properly."

The black-haired boy in a black coat and a bandage stood in front of the surveillance screen under the guidance of the Mafia subordinates. Many of the screens had turned into snowflakes, which were discovered to be damaged.

"All the hostages are concentrated on the third floor..."

"Surveillance images from the third floor..." Dazai Osamu picked and chose, and finally a few pictures appeared.

The people in black clothes were holding guns, and the leader seemed to be speaking fiercely. The person with his back to the surveillance camera was also a man in black, with his gun pointed at a girl. The girl didn't look very old, and from the back, only her long ochre hair could be seen.

"Hostages——"

Dazai Osamu leaned back lazily, his iris-colored eyes looking somewhere unknown.

A brave man nearby asked, "Master Dazai, what should we do next?"

"How do we do it?" Dazai Osamu looked at the person who asked with a half-smile, and raised his finger casually to point at a picture on the screen. Out of the emergency exit stairs, a team also wearing black clothes quietly circled the stairs and approached the third floor.

"This is..." The subordinates looked a little surprised.

Dazai Osamu said nonchalantly, crossing his legs: "Since they have taken action, why won't the other organization take any action? Mr. Mori is really too strange. Such a simple task——"

His eyes paused.

The people on the screen seemed to have noticed the camera. After a few people discussed, the surveillance footage on the third floor had completely turned into snow.

Dazai Osamu: “…”

His expression didn't change much, at most it changed from casual to bored. Dazai stood up from his chair and patted the wrinkles on his clothes. When he turned around, the hem of his clothes drew a wanton arc.

"Then go and take a look at the scene."

"It's meaningless anyway."

"Boss, all surveillance has been destroyed."

The held Atobe Nanako did not move, and the man in black who was holding her did not move either, just following instructions.

"She still looks like a rich lady."

The kidnapper's eyes moved back and forth over the girl's body. Perhaps because she had not been exposed to the sun for a long time, the auburn-haired girl's skin was whiter than that of a normal person.

Exquisite is the first thought that others have of this girl when they meet her.

But at this moment, the frozen atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by the sound of an explosion from the west.

"What's going on?" the leading man frowned and asked.

"Report, people from the hostile organization have appeared on the other side of the stairs," a voice came from the other end of the intercom. "They have a lot of people, which is consistent with the previous intelligence. They probably have goods in their hands."

"Very good." The leading man said, "Get the goods."

After saying that, his eyes fell on Atobe Nanako.

The purpose of the hijacking was to calm the civilians down. In fact, even if a few civilians died, it didn't matter to them. However, it was not easy to get the goods in such a chaotic situation.

Now that the prey has appeared, it's time to catch it.

The man in black whom the leader's men wanted to kidnap nodded.

The man in black who was holding the girl said, "Now squat down and hold your head, quickly." Then he pretended to push the gun towards the girl, meaning that he would shoot if she didn't obey.

"Hello?"

Different from her appearance, the kidnapped girl let out a puzzled sound, and everyone standing nearby, from the lowest to the highest, could hear the incredibleness in her voice.

She asked, "Are you asking me to kneel down and put my head in my hands in surrender?"

The raised tone of voice due to surprise made some of the men in black look over.

When the kidnapper received the gazes of others, he spoke impatiently: "Now kneel down as I say, or else..."

It was a red light.

With a strong wind, one leg swept upward from the bottom.

"W-what?"

The pupils of the man in black who was holding the girl suddenly shrank, and in his sight, the clogs on the girl's feet approached in an instant.

With his palm on the ground, he used his full strength to kick the man's chin. At that moment, he could almost hear the sound of his jaw breaking.

“Ka——”

The tide has turned.

The ochre-haired girl lowered her head and glanced at the man in black. The man in black who had just been so arrogant and held hostage had now completely fainted due to the severe pain of a broken jaw.

She lowered her eyes, and when she slowly raised her head, people who were closer to her saw a hint of blue flowing out from her hair.

breathtaking.

"Huh? Make me kneel down?" The ochre-haired girl raised her head, and after she swept her eyes around, as if frightened, all the men in black present subconsciously took a step back.

danger.

They finally realized this.

The aura of the ochre-haired girl is like a sword, and when paired with this outfit, it gives people a different feeling. The impulse that came out of her mouth seemed to be deeply engraved in her mind——

God.

"You guys."

The ochre-haired girl narrowed her eyes.

The blue color of the gemstone shimmers with a different light.

"Get out of the way--" she began.

The men in black present subconsciously made way for them.

The leader of the men in black gritted his teeth and fired a shot at the girl's back.

"Bang--"

It's like time has stopped.

The red light wrapped around the unfired bullet and it stopped steadily behind the ochre-haired girl, just a fist's distance away. This made many people nearby break out in cold sweats and retreat in fear.

The next second, the bullet flew past the leader's ear.

The leader in black suddenly felt weak in the legs and feet.

The burning sensation of the bullet passing by his ear seemed to still be there, and the man broke out in a cold sweat after having narrowly escaped death.

Psychic.

Someone with this kind of ability must be a superpower. There are so few people with superpowers, how could it be just one?

Still a girl like this.

No one could stop it from then on.

The ochre-haired girl raised her eyelids impatiently and glanced at the people squatting on the ground beside her. She casually said, "Tsk... let's go, you guys. Are you going to stay here and get shot?"

The people squatting on the ground then realized that the girl wanted them to go first.

That girl is their God.

Those who were squatting in the corner had already made plans to not get out. Every time they looked at the black muzzle of the gun, they felt a chill in their hearts. If the Mafia got into chaos, ordinary people like them would not be able to survive.

Suddenly they stood up and ran out, with each customer walking faster than the last.

No one dared to stop it.

Three minutes later, Nanako Atobe was the only customer left in the mall.

And Atobe Nanako stood where she was.

The room was completely dark.

The light above my head refused to even blink and was simply scrapped.

"…Who are you?"

Just as Atobe Nanako was about to open her mouth to answer, she was interrupted by a voice.

The voice coming out of the communicator was excited and terrified: "It's the port black hand! Go, go quickly!!! We..."

Then the sound of explosions continued.

Atobe Nanako wondered, is this matter related to the port mafia?

"Wow—it's so lively." A voice interrupted Nanako's thoughts.

Atobe Nanako raised her head subconsciously.

But I found that it seemed like there was a person standing there for a long time just now.

A black figure stood at the exit of the mall.

The black-haired boy stood with his back to the light, as if the endless darkness was caused by him, and all the light was blocked by the boy.

The aura around him was suppressed, even though the last note was raised. But to anyone who heard it, it sounded cold, even jokingly indifferent.

He took two steps forward nonchalantly, then stopped and spoke slowly: "I just heard the sound and came over to take a look, ah ah - this is not..."

When his eyes met the face of the auburn-haired girl, the black-haired boy raised his eyebrows and revealed a look of understanding.

"Is Chuuya wearing women's clothes? A cross-dressing fetish... and you're silent? The dark little dwarf is actually silent?" Dazai Osamu raised his voice exaggeratedly.

After saying this, Dazai Osamu moved closer to the girl's face.

The ochre-haired girl didn't move. She just stood there and allowed Dazai Osamu to approach her.

It seemed very familiar, without any warning.

Dazai Osamu leaned close to the girl's ear and spoke in a voice that was a little hoarse from staying up late and was deliberately low.

"Look at the outfit, then look at the appearance..."

He clapped his fists as if he had just realized something: "Isn't this the Mountain God?"