Chapter 135 Super Assembly! Compared to the port mafi...
Compared to the port mafia's attempts, the other forces' attempts to fish in troubled waters were not serious enough and were stopped at the periphery by [GA]'s guards. Order was restored near the cruise ship.
But gunshots were heard from time to time.
Edward stood on the deck, holding a sniper rifle, pointing at the captured troublemakers and pulling the trigger with a serious expression.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The silver-haired old man stood behind him, looking as if he was used to it, but the young men next to him hung their heads, looking reluctant.
"Ha, here he comes."
Edward quickly saw his son's face through the sniper rifle's scope and said excitedly, "You look exactly like me when I was young, son."
"bump!"
The silver-haired old man's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at the shore. The imagined scene of the young man being shot did not appear. Instead, a young man in front of him kept the posture of waving a knife, raised his eyes calmly, and looked towards them.
Edward exclaimed, threw the sniper rifle aside, held the railing of the deck, and stared at the pedestrians.
"See? He chopped the bullet into pieces with a knife!"
"Do you want to try it?" He turned his head and looked at his subordinates who had special abilities.
The young men also saw the scene, their faces grim, secretly wondering if they could catch Edward's bullet.
No, you should think more about whether you can defeat the knife-wielding boy.
Edward looked at the expressions of these people, laughed heartily, and said, "I ask you again, do you want to go to England with me? I'm afraid your new leader will be more difficult to deal with than I am."
The silver-haired old man lowered his eyes and said without hesitation, "Chief, I can't leave [GA]'s property for the time being. I will return to England after the handover is completed."
The blond man glanced at the old man, still smiling, but said nothing.
The other young men looked at each other, obviously still hesitating.
Edward didn't care. Suzuki Kawa and others had already boarded the cruise ship. He stretched and walked towards the cabin. The handover ceremony was taking place inside, and nearly 80% of the [GA] members were there.
Although the handover was not quite what he had imagined, Edward was still very satisfied that the boy at least knew how to take care of himself.
There were a lot of spies on the ship, but Edward didn't care.
Anyway, once [GA] is handed over to my son, the rest has nothing to do with him.
No matter what happens, it's that kid's fault.
He was really fed up with dealing with these Japanese people over the past decade or so.
I have a flight at 9 o'clock. I hope I can catch it.
Edward was quite excited. Handing the organization over to his son was obviously a time to show off his achievements over the past decade. Because there were not many people with special abilities in the organization, [GA] had only developed to its current level under his leadership.
He believes Suzuki can lead [GA] to new heights.
In the luxurious banquet hall, Edward was already standing on the stage. Although the disruption caused by the port mafia had delayed the time a lot, it didn't matter. As long as Suzuki Kawa appeared in front of everyone and showed his skills, the people of [GA] would surrender.
His eyes were fixed on the figure that appeared at the door of the hall.
A proud smile appeared on his face, and he couldn't wait to tell the world how outstanding his son was.
The door of the hall slowly closed after Suzuki Kawa stepped in. In Edward's hand was the scepter that symbolized the leader's power. He watched Suzuki Kawa walking towards him step by step.
The huge banquet hall was extremely quiet. The classical British decoration style was rare in Yokohama, but on such an important occasion, it showed unparalleled majesty.
The two people brought by Suzuki Kawa did not follow him, but stayed at the entrance of the hall.
Tsugikoku Yoshiichi watched the man walk forward curiously. He could see that Suzuki Kawa and the foreigner in front were father and son, but what puzzled him was that the place was full of murderous aura, so why hadn't anyone taken action yet?
The atmosphere was extremely tense, and melodious piano music came from the corner, as if celebrating the birth of the new leader of the organization.
But no one smiled.
The people in black suits, silent faces and sunglasses were almost copy-pasted, sitting upright in their seats, staring intently at the front.
Without any movement, even his breathing slowed down, Suzuki Kawa passed by their seats, his leather shoes stepping on the ground, which made only a slight noise because of the blanket.
The other party didn't look at them either.
Just looking at Edward holding the scepter in front of him.
Suzuki Kawa quickly walked up to Edward.
He thought his father would say something to him, but Edward impatiently stuffed the scepter into his hand, patted him on the shoulder vigorously, turned around and ran away.
A distinct "click" sound was heard in the hall, and countless black gun muzzles were aimed at Suzuki Kawa on the stage.
Edward looked back as he ran and sighed, "Wow, so many people are turning against us!"
Suzuki Kawa held the heavy scepter, with a curse word in his mouth, but he didn't know whether he should say it out loud.
"Goodbye, son! I'm going back to my hometown in England!"
Edward's voice came from afar, and on the helipad on top of the cruise ship, a private helicopter was ready to take off.
In the hall, dense gunfire rang out. Suzuki Kawa turned around holding the scepter and looked at the people below the stage. His purple eyes narrowed, and he showed no intention of dodging the flying bullets.
He raised his scepter and sneered, "Will you give us your applause for the birth of the new king?"
A dark purple light appeared around the young man. The man in black who was taking advantage of the situation in the corner stared at the scene in front of him, his eyes flashing behind his sunglasses, and the pin-shaped camera transmitted the picture back to the port mafia without missing a single thing.
Ability: "Resentment"
I don't know whose hand trembled first, and the gun dropped to the ground. Then a large group of people froze in place. The sound of guns hitting the carpet was heard everywhere. The gunshots gradually subsided. In the entire banquet hall, dense dark purple chains comparable to infrared rays were running across the front of these people.
Only a few millimeters away.
There is no doubt that touching these dark purple thin chains means opening up the world of demons.
The few psychics in the front squatted down wisely after the people behind them pulled out their guns.
Now that they heard the gunfire stop, they thought that Suzuki Kawa had dealt with them, or that Suzuki Kawa had died in the dense gunfire, so they stood up again.
But they saw the young man on the stage, holding a scepter in his hand, looking at them with a smile on his face.
He was unharmed, but the wall behind him was riddled with bullet holes and was emitting a light smoke.
The silver-haired old man turned around and his pupils shrank.
The dozens of men in black behind him were shrouded in dark purple chains, their bodies trembling slightly, not daring to move at all.
Edward originally summoned 80% of the organization members, but only half of them are here. However, those on the list are all middle-level or senior-level personnel of the organization, and they all hold positions.
When he looked back, he saw someone couldn't hold on any longer and moved a little more vigorously.
The dark purple chain couldn't wait to strangle his neck, and the chains beside it quickly bound his hands and feet. In the terrified eyes or peripheral vision of others, the man was pulled in different directions by the dark purple chains.
"ah!--"
Screams were heard.
Someone couldn't bear the bloody scene, and his legs went weak and he fell to the ground. The dark purple chains immediately surrounded him and pierced his body.
The smell of blood gradually became stronger, and people kept moving around or falling down, and the dark purple chains treated them all the same.
It was a complete massacre!
The man in black who was responsible for transmitting the images to the port mafia was now unable to hold on any longer, his body shaking wildly. The dark purple chains next to him clearly had no facial features, but he felt that those things were looking at him. As long as he fell, they would swarm over him like starving people.
They fed on his flesh and gnawed at his bones, leaving him to die in endless pain and fear.
He couldn't help but yell, "Aren't you afraid of destroying [GA] by killing them all like this?"
The dark purple chains around him paused and moved aside. In front of him, the new leader walked towards him leisurely. The carpet under his feet was wet and stained with blood, and it felt soft when he stepped on it.
"Kill them all?"
Suzuki Kawa tilted his head and stared at the camera on his collar. He was also smiling, but it was completely different from his father's hearty laughter.
His smile was gentle, seemingly without strong aggression. His eyebrows were arched, and the beautiful facial features of his youth had become only handsome after he grew up. His deep Western eyebrows were staring at the undercover agent from another organization. The three nails on his eyebrows were arranged in a straight line, reflecting a cold light.
There was no obvious killing intent, more of indifference. He didn't react at all to the strong smell of blood at the tip of his nose, not even a frown. The scepter in his hand was against the carpet, and bloodstains appeared on the dark golden end.
The melodious piano music continues even in this hall that challenges the bottom line of human nature.
The brutal massacre continued. The man in black who was holding the gun and shouting had lost all his courage at this moment. His body was shaking, as if he was going to fall down in the next second and then be eaten by the dark purple chains like everyone else.
Is this... hell?
His sunglasses fell to the ground, and this time, he looked directly into the demon's eyes without any obstruction.
The purple eyes were clear and beautiful. Chief Edward always showed off his son's amethyst eyes to others, as if they were created by God.
This is clearly an evil ghost from hell!
Suzuki Kawa smiled and raised his white-gloved hand. The white fabric was spotless and still pure and flawless. He put his index finger against his lips, as if signaling the person on the other side of the camera to be silent.
The dark purple light on his body that symbolized his supernatural powers also began to fade, replaced by a light golden light.
The second level of supernatural power has been activated!
"Mercy"
The man in black saw a scene that he would never forget in his life, and he wished he could end this tragedy with his death in the next second.
Light golden tentacles appeared in this bloody world, gently piecing together the betrayers, and then caressing their wounds to heal them - this would have been a very touching scene if one person's head hadn't been pressed against another person's empty neck.
"So, here are our new subordinates." Suzuki Kawa's voice sounded.
What is this guy talking about...?
The man in black's face was frozen, unable to make any other expression. Shrouded in fear, he couldn't even think.
He saw the broken limbs lying on the ground slowly pieced together and assembled into a new "person".
“Ahhhhhhhhh!”
"bump!"
Suzuki Kawa retracted his gun-holding hand and looked down at the fallen man. Behind him, his subordinates stood up crookedly and began to line up in an orderly manner, with their hands behind their backs, as if nothing had happened. As the most loyal subordinates in the world, they stood behind Suzuki Kawa.
Heralding the ascension of the new leader of [GA].
The few psychics who were originally standing in the first row of the stage had turned pale. The silver-haired old man had a strong psychological endurance, but at this moment, an endless feeling of nausea surged into his throat.
Will I be working with these assemblers in the future?
These people are neither human nor ghost?
"Looks like I have to take back what I said before."
In the Armed Detective Agency, Dazai Osamu looked at the scene on the screen, the smile on his face faded, and the people watching around him all had grim expressions.
Someone has already gone to the toilet to vomit.
"That's a terrifying ability, giving new life and thoughts, like... a creator."
"Our guns don't rely on [GA], so we should have less contact with them." Kunikida Doppo was also a little unsettled. This was undoubtedly a huge blow to his philosophy.
"No, we will have more opportunities to interact with him in the future than in the past ten years combined."
Dazai Osamu looked at the young man on the screen and seemed to be looking into his eyes.
The image from the pinhole camera is not very clear, but the somewhat blurry face still shows the vigor and vitality of the past.
But soon, his attention was drawn to the two people in the corner. Dazai stared at the brothers and frowned.
Edogawa Ranpo was walking by with snacks in his arms when he heard Dazai Osamu ask him, "Ranpo, when do you think people start to salivate when they see their own kind being killed?"
"Hmm? You're not talking about humans, are you?"
The detective turned to look at him and said lightly.
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