Chapter 152: Three Nerves and a Taro Cake Armed...
The Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia have formed an alliance and together they head to the Dead House Rat stronghold to find the mutant who spread the virus.
The kind-hearted Russians sent someone to clean up Suzuki River, and at least it didn't look so bad.
A pale blond young man sat in a wheelchair, opposite him was Dostoevsky with his habitual smile on his face. Gogol, dressed as a magician, squatted in front of the TV and fiddled with it for a long time before the screen finally displayed the picture.
"Wow, I didn't do anything, it got better on its own!" Gogol turned around and looked at Suzuki Kawa who had his eyes half closed.
Suzuki Kawa, who was being stared at by him, seemed to realize something and opened his eyes. On the table in front of him were two cups of steaming black tea. The deep red tea soup was clear, and the tea leaves used were not ordinary ones.
The light from the chandelier on the ceiling above is also reflected in this round square.
"I can hack into any technology in the world." Suzuki Kawa said.
In the post-technological revolution, systems from higher dimensions reign supreme. If the motorcyclist hadn't been wearing an old-fashioned bomb, the system would have already rendered it useless.
The TV screen was showing the actions of the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia members.
They have rushed to the Rat's stronghold in the Dead House.
But the two men didn't seem nervous at all.
Dossi gave a cheery "Wow!", while Gogol instantly rushed to Suzuki Kawa's side and turned to look at his friend: "Fyodor! I told you, there's more than one soul in his body. This definitely isn't your own ability, right?"
He immediately had a new idea: "You can hack into the surveillance here!"
"Yes..." As soon as Suzuki Kawa finished speaking, Gogol grabbed the handle of his wheelchair, suddenly turned around and rushed outside.
The passage outside is winding and complicated, and it is very easy to get lost if you rush around in the aisles.
“Hahahahahahahaha…”
Gogol's laughter echoed in the long corridor.
"Fyodor! Check the surveillance camera to see if we are there!"
Suzuki Kawa who was pushed to experience the high-speed car: ...
System: [Envy.] Pure ridicule.
Just as Suzuki Kawa said, the surveillance footage was empty, with no trace of Suzuki Kawa and Gogol. Only the melodious radio song was playing to prove that it was not a still picture.
Suzuki Kawa felt that his hairstyle was a bit dead.
Gogol, who had successfully lost himself, flicked his cloak and teleported Suzuki Kawa and himself back to the room. The black tea in front of Dos was still steaming, but had begun to cool down.
After seeing Gogol come back, Dostoevsky raised his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Sigma is here."
"Oh my, isn't he in the casino?" Gogol pushed Suzukikawa across from Doshi and said, "This isn't quite what we planned."
Dos didn't say anything, but just turned his head to look at the picture on TV. The people from the Armed Detective Agency had already arrived outside the base.
There was no surveillance camera in the woods, but the camera was almost focused on Nakajima Atsushi's big face, and it would also switch to other people's shots, which was comparable to movie editing.
It completely exceeds the scope of technology and can only be explained by supernatural powers.
System: [Gogol didn't tell Dosi about your ability.]
It refers to Suzuki Kawa's blood demon art. The ability to find everything is very clear in direction. When they were still in the Warring States Period, the system had no idea that Suzuki Kawa's blood demon art would be useful in modern times.
After all, they all thought that blood demon magic was useless at the time, and at most it could be used to tease Ubuyashiki.
Suzuki Kawa ignored the system. Doshi on the opposite side asked him what the special abilities of his subordinates were.
"Yan Sheng and Yunyi are both powerful swordsmen. Douma is now a user with psychic abilities, with ice-based abilities and the side effect of being able to adjust the degree of toxicity at will. Ando's abilities are marking and domination." Suzuki Kawa spoke without hiding anything.
We still need to show some sincerity to our partners.
Tuosi: "There's a new face in your organization."
Suzuki Chuan raised his eyes. "Ah, you mean Cheng Ji? To be more precise, she's my housekeeper, in charge of the organization's finances. There's no other way. The boss has been kidnapped, so someone has to take care of the books. Her ability, then, is related to space."
"Same as me?" Gogol leaned in front of the TV again and turned around when he heard this.
"No, she has an entire space. In fact, if Fyodor is willing, I can make sure that no one can ever find you. When you wake up from a good sleep, ten years may have passed." Suzuki Kawa showed a faint smile on his face.
The amount of information in this sentence is undoubtedly huge.
A strange expression appeared on Doshi's face. Under his messy hair, his eyes were staring at Suzuki Kawa, and Suzuki Kawa was also looking at him.
There was a knock on the door, and soon the door was pushed open. A long-haired young man with a slightly frown appeared at the door. He had white-purple hair and a meticulous white uniform. His appearance was enough to attract most people's attention. His slightly frowned brow proved that his personality was completely different from that of his other two companions.
Dostoevsky was strategizing, Gogol was frivolous and unrestrained, and Sigma couldn't help but curl his fingers after seeing the three people in the room.
He knew Suzuki Kawa. To be precise, after Suzuki Kawa reappeared, the Five Degenerations of Heavenly Being intensified his observation of Suzuki Kawa.
He had also seen that horrifying video.
After hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Suzuki Kawa turned his head. Under his messy blond hair, his purple eyes were extremely clear. He looked at the fourth person who appeared in the room and smiled.
"Sigma is the person in charge of Sky Casino." Tuos said.
Suzuki Chuan turned his head and met Doshi's eyes. He quickly understood what he meant, and the smile on his face did not diminish. "Sky Casino? I heard my father mentioned it. It is said to have a history of many years."
"But I've never heard of it before."
Sigma was slightly stunned. The TV was still playing the scene of the psychic advancing in the underground maze, mixed with the melodious music coming from the corner. Gogol was very close, and seemed to not care at all about what Suzuki Kawa and Doshi were saying.
"Books" can change reality, and almost everyone acknowledges the existence of the Sky Casino.
But the meaning of Suzuki Kawa's words is also very clear.
Tuos nodded with a smile and said, "That's right, the Sky Casino's real history is only three years, including Sigma."
System: [Sigma is a person created by the Book.]
Suzuki Kawa raised his eyebrows and looked at Sigma again. This young man had a core that was incompatible with the Five Degenerations of Heaven and Man. If Dos's pursuit was to eliminate all people with special abilities, and Gogol's pursuit was absolute freedom, then Sigma's core was much more superficial.
His soul, filled with emptiness and confusion, urgently needed a place to rest.
"Can the 'book' create people with special abilities?" What really surprised Suzuki Kawa was that the "book" had the ability to create things.
"As long as it's reasonable, everything can become a reality. Doesn't Suzuki himself have the ability to recreate people?"
What Dosi was talking about was naturally the previous incident of Suzuki Kawa's special ability.
Their eyes met, and Gogol, who was squatting in front of the TV, suddenly said, "Suzuki! Can you turn the screen to my phone?"
Suzuki Chuan turned his head: "Whose do you want to see?"
"Ah, Dazai's!"
Gogol ran over and handed his cell phone to Suzuki Kawa.
Dos turned his head to look at Sigma, who had an indescribable look on his face. On his face was a smile that Sigma was familiar with, a smile that made him feel pressured.
"Sigma, Suzuki will follow you back to the Sky Casino." Dos said.
There is no other means of transportation for a casino located under the sky except by airplane.
Sigma's eyes sank slightly, and he wondered in his mind why Dossi did this. The Sky Casino would be discovered by those psychics sooner or later, and a lot of bomb currency was in circulation. But if he asked himself honestly, Sigma was absolutely unwilling to sacrifice the casino.
Dos seemed to see through his thoughts, but without further explanation, he stood up.
It was almost time for him to head to his next destination.
Gogol looked down at the picture on his phone, then turned back to the TV and raised his eyebrows.
Dos seemed to realize something and glanced sideways at the TV. After seeing the picture clearly, his brows relaxed. What was being shown was exactly what Dazai Osamu was doing.
From the fleeting scene, if I guessed correctly, the place where Dazai Osamu was heading to was his destination.
He turned his head and looked at Suzuki Kawa, and the young leader looked listless again, as if the injuries from the explosion a few days ago had a huge impact on him.
Tuosi said nothing, opened the door and left.
"They've already started fighting Ivan. What a magnificent combination of skills." Gogol's tone rose. "That tiger-man boy looks quite powerful."
"Why didn't Suzuki kill the tiger then?"
Suzuki Chuan looked up and said as a matter of course: "Francis gave too much. It would be uneconomical to kill him directly."
The picture on the TV was synchronized with the picture on Gogol's phone. Sigma also saw the content on the TV. He frowned and said, "If this continues, Pushkin will be caught."
Whether Pushkin would catch him or not would not affect Dostoevsky's plan.
Gogol turned off his cell phone, stood up, and put his hands on the handle of Suzukikawa's wheelchair again.
Ivan would only have the upper hand briefly against Jinhu and Akutagawa Ryunosuke, and would be defeated soon. The three people present thought the same thing as they watched the battle on the screen.
Suzuki Chuan tilted his head and suddenly said, "If Pushkin isn't caught, what will happen to the 'communal phagocytosis' virus?"
"At that time, it was to kill the other party painfully and then survive." Gogol answered him quickly.
The picture on the TV flashed, and the perspective cut to the fleeing Pushkin.
This ordinary-looking psychic was running wildly, but the port mafia and the armed detective agency were chasing him very closely. When the scene cut over, Pushkin had been surrounded.
Suzuki Kawa looked at the picture on TV, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.
Sigma noticed his expression and his heart skipped a beat. Was this man going to save Pushkin?
As soon as the thought came to mind, the picture gave the answer.
Pushkin, who was surrounded, had a look of despair on his face.
The core of the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia stood in front of him. There was no doubt that this man with the superpower of a virus could not escape the encirclement of this group of superpowers.
Sigma's forehead began to sweat without him noticing. Suzuki Kawa's profile still looked the same, and Gogol was also staring at the TV.
This group of psychics seemed to be certain that Pushkin could not escape and were still talking.
Suzuki Chuan's slender fingers resting on the armrest of the wheelchair suddenly tapped twice and said, "Nicholai, do you want to see a magic trick?"
"Of course I would! I'd love to!"
Sigma suddenly turned his head to look at the TV. In the screen, those people had not finished speaking yet, Pushkin was still trembling, and the ground under his feet suddenly turned into a window-like passage with orange-yellow light, and Pushkin fell into it in an instant.
The window closed with a click, and in the astonished eyes of those psychics, the place turned back into mud.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!”
Pushkin's screams echoed in the room. When he found that the surroundings were quiet and he did not feel the severe pain of falling to death, his screams stopped abruptly and he opened his eyes.
Three pairs of eyes stared down at him.
Gogol let out a laugh.
"It really is, an amazing magic trick!"
Suzuki Kawa was very skilled in using the Infinite City as a medium to jump across space in the past.
Sigma couldn't help but be surprised. He knew how far away the base of the Rat of the Dead House was from here. If it was long-distance space teleportation, it would indeed be a terrifying supernatural power.
Pushkin woke up from the realization that he was not dead. He knew Gogol and knew that this person was someone close to Fyodor. It seemed that Fyodor had not completely given up on him, so a flattering expression appeared on his face.
As long as he leaves this country, he will surely be able to live—
"Bang!"
Behind his head, one hand gripped the pistol and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Pushkin's flattering expression was frozen forever, and his bloated body fell in front of the three people.
The corners of Gogol's lips curled up as he looked down at Suzuki Kawa. From this angle, he could only see the top of his head, but his tone was still cheerful, not giving away the fact that he had just shot someone. "What's next? Fyodor doesn't plan on letting those two actually die, does he?"
Suzuki Kawa looked at Pushkin's body lying in front of him and smiled.
"Now it's taking advantage of the situation."
Dark purple chains emerged from the ground and instantly wrapped around Pushkin's body. The airtight sphere lasted for half a minute before disappearing into the house.
All that was left was the blood that splattered when Pushkin was shot in the brain.
Sigma's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Suzuki Kawa. The other's expression was subtly similar to Gogol's.
It was as if what had just died was not a person, but a piece of bread.
No, after the psychic dies, the psychic power will definitely not be able to continue. Nikolai killed Pushkin so decisively. Was it to let Suzuki Kawa show his powerful psychic ability?
Under Sigma's gaze, Suzuki Kawa raised his hand, and the blood on the ground suddenly floated up and flew to his palm. It was just a drop of blood, but something was stirring inside.
Pushkin is dead, but his supernatural powers are still in effect!
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