Chapter 82 The One Who Holds the Scales of Fate - Kazematsuri Nomi
"I'm really curious," the man who came was a young man wearing a black uniform jacket with a stand-up collar. He was tall and slender, with his hands casually in his trouser pockets. His silver hair stood up and his eyes were covered by a black eye mask. He smiled wantonly, "You guys want to study Ryoumen Sukuna?"
The guns were no longer useful. The people in the Black Organization, who were used to facing the enemy with weapons, seemed to have lost the barriers they had been wearing. Some of them shouted loudly, "It can't be useless!" and raised their guns again. After a few seconds, he collapsed to the ground in fear: "What the hell are you?"
At that moment, the meaning of power was completely overturned in his heart. The young man still smiled and said, "How rude! Didn't your leader tell you so?" The doctor had a bad feeling in his heart for a moment. The young man lowered his head and slightly lifted the eye mask on his face. As if he was being stared at by something extremely terrifying, the doctor's hands and feet froze.
The next moment, the person above suddenly disappeared, and a faint voice sounded in his ears, "I am the sorcerer you mentioned...
"Ahhhhhh!" screams from the base pierced the sky.
A few minutes later, a shoe stepped on the floor next to the body of a fallen person. The person bent down and picked up a tightly sealed box. After a quick inspection, he found nothing missing. He said in a relaxed tone, "Hey, Ryoumen Sukuna's finger, one twentieth, Get★daze (I got it)!"
He pretended to capture a Pokémon, but when no one paid any attention to him, he quickly lost his temper. Then he turned his eyes to the still lit screen, restrained his expression, and said in a low voice: "Then, sir, can you tell me where did you get the finger of Ryomen Sukuna?"
There was no response, and the screen went dark immediately. Obviously, the other party chose to avoid the topic. The young man was stunned for a moment, the corner of his mouth curved upward: "Is this... running away?"
There was nothing he could do if the other party escaped. The young man made a "tsk" sound, feeling a little unhappy. I haven't completely resolved this issue, and it feels like Kikufuku has just dropped half of its meal on the ground. I always feel uncomfortable. Finally, after checking some information about the organization, he thought: "It turns out to be a large dark organization among ordinary people."
"Just like the villain behind the scenes in a TV show." He casually concluded and was about to walk out. "But," he scratched his head a little, "something still seems wrong."
"I am not..." he crossed his arms and thought, very uncertainly: "... I am being plotted against, am I?"
The Japanese police finally arrived half an hour later. When they arrived, the young man had already left, and the documents scattered on the ground showed that he didn't care about these things at all. The doctor and the gunman both lay on the ground. The public security personnel easily captured an important researcher in the organization and solved the organization's largest secret research base in Japan. They looked at each other, very confused.
In addition to the FBI and the Japanese Public Security Bureau, there are many other official organizations around the world that are also carrying out severe crackdowns on domestic black organizations at the same time. They seem to have known the distribution map of the organization's strongholds for a long time, and their actions are swift and precise, achieving unprecedented and considerable results.
Half a year later, a series of actions finally began to cool down the situation. In this anti-evil campaign, the Black Organization suffered an unprecedented blow. They lost most of their forces in North America and Asia, and their strength shrunk to a precarious point.
But it has not been completely eradicated. For an organization like this, as long as the leader is not captured, even if all the middle-level members and some of the top-level members are arrested, there is a certain chance that it will revive and recover in the future.
The bandits will pursue them relentlessly until their last ray of fire is extinguished.
There has never been a better situation than now.
In a secret place. There are countless inspection agencies outside, and it is completely dark inside. Obviously, the owner here doesn't like to turn on the lights, he is more accustomed to the quiet darkness.
"Why should a little bird born in a bird's nest run into the arms of the hunter?" Someone was humming softly. He was hunched over, with his crutches put aside. He sat on a recliner, rocking slowly.
"The unknown storm will tear your petite body apart, scattering your flesh, blood and feathers into the sky.
The crows peck at your tender internal organs, and the children pick up your scattered feathers, happily preparing to make them into a New Year's dress.
The mire entraps you and the pit swallows you. But this is still not enough, I still want to curse you,
Your soul will be nailed to the pillar of pain, and be eaten by the poisonous worms of hell thousands and thousands of times. There will never be an end! ”
This malicious and hoarse singing voice kept echoing in the passage, adding a touch of eeriness to the already silent environment, making people feel frightened.
And further outside, a battle was about to break out.
The leader of the base was a woman with long blonde hair. She had a slim figure, delicate skin, and under her high nose bridge were plump lips painted with bright red lipstick. Her eyes were cold and sharp as she stared straight at the outsiders in the base.
“Ahem.” She seemed to be injured, but the gun in her hand was still pointed at the person opposite. She smiled and said, “A group of brats who walked out of the organization will actually turn against their parents one day.”
Mitsuki Kotori said: "What you have done is bound to bring about this day."
Ianson Legg said: "I would rather be born in a garbage dump than have parents like that!"
A girl in samurai clothing held a knife and said, "We will treat you the same way you treat us. This is just equal revenge."
“Hahahaha!” the woman laughed. “Well, this is indeed the ending we should have! I should have thought of it a long time ago. People who go against fate will have such a bad ending!”
Mitsuki Kotori frowned, Ianson looked disgusted, and finally only the girl said: "I don't know what destiny you are talking about. I only know that you have been my destiny since I was born."
"Killing you is my best reward to fate!"
The battle outside broke out again, while in another place, Kazejō Nomi met the mysterious boss of the organization whose silhouette only appeared in the plot.
He is not afraid of meeting this BOSS, or in other words, he will not keep delaying the task of dealing with him just because the anime has not revealed his information or confirmed his death date. If he was such a person, he would not have set such a trap specifically for Gin, nor would he have chosen to accept so many cannon fodder characters whose names did not even appear in the original plot.
The plot can be his support, but it cannot be something that shackles him. If he is afraid to move forward because he has never seen it before, if he puts all his emotions on it because he pities the characters, he will smile at those who have appeared before, but will not pay any attention to those who have not appeared, then, even if he has many aliases, he can only go this far.
Because this is a complete world, not his playground.
There is an invisible circle in this world, and he can both walk into it and walk out of it.
Thinking of this, he stopped.
"Ahem, is that you, 'Ghost'? Gin didn't get out of that car, but you got out of it intact. It turns out you are the source of all this." The voice of the organization boss was hoarse and haggard, but he still maintained his composure.
Vermouth had said this before, but she only thought she was one of that group. That train was a cage that was specially created to be "inescapable", and the bad weather only blocked the last bit of space. Inside it were not only the traitor Rye who was a rival to Gin, the puppeteer intelligence dealer, but also an unknown person who could see the traces and fight Gin to the death, and it was said that there were also people with special powers present... It can only be said that once Gin got on that train, he was destined to not come back intact.
With such a plan, Nomi Kazemura was still able to arrive at the training ground of the base safely. It was obvious that something was wrong without even thinking about it. But at that time, the organization was in chaos and no one linked him to the leader of "Ghost".
The people in the organization called the group of rebels "ghosts" because they had been lying in ambush for too long, silently taking root in the darkness, and they had been "accompanying" them all the time, which was really terrifying to think about.
Feng Ji Ye Jian did not refute, he just said: "Some means of self-protection."
The boss said, "I remember you. Your father is Feng Ji Yong Yan, and your mother is Dao Lian Mei. You inherited your code name from your father. He didn't like the transliteration of Collins, 'Collins', so he changed it to 'Collins'. But before he could officially use it, he died in a spy rebellion within the organization. Your performance in the training ground was... well, last place. Haha, you got a really good score. I really don't understand the minds of you young people..."
Kazematsuri Nomi listened quietly. "Click." It was the sound of him turning on the safety of the pistol.
The boss's voice quickened slightly: "Do you know why I established this organization? Do you have anyone you want to revive from the kingdom of death? Do you know that there is always a time when a person's life will end? Under the torrent of time, when your young body is infected with old diseases, and your hands and feet can't even support your own body, do you know how angry and painful we will be at that time?"
“Feng Ji,” he said earnestly, “I was as talented as you back then. We are different from everyone else. It’s time’s fault that it doesn’t favor us. We can make a path for ourselves—”
"We can be our own God! We can also be the devil of the world! We should be fellow travelers standing on the eternal road! Think about it again - no -"
"Bang!" A crisp gunshot ended an old man's last crow-like cry.
And then, everything fell silent.
The world did not flow backwards, nor did it stop because of this. It was still flowing smoothly forward, indicating that he was not as important as he thought.
As if they were aware of what was happening here, the sound of fighting quickly stopped. Kazematsu Nomi walked out of the base. The climate outside was very suitable. The boss of the organization had chosen a place that was very suitable for health preservation for him.
There was a helicopter waiting for him outside, and some men in black were standing on both sides, ready for action. He stepped onto the helicopter and ordered the people around him, "Get ready. When our people come out, we will blow up this place."
"Nothing can be left out, above ground or underground," he said.
The agent saluted: "Yes, sir!"
His cell phone rang and he took it out.
"Have you really become a high-ranking official in the FBI? Are they really willing to let you join?" It was Wang Chuan She.
"Why not?" Kaze Matsuri Nomi replied, "My agreement with them is to allow the group of people who follow me to wash away their black identities, and that includes myself."
"There are too many people in this group. They dare not release them randomly, so they simply gather them together and recruit some of them into the FBI. We already have people in it, and now we are just regularizing their identities."
"If you want to live freely, just use a new identity. But most people have no goals, so they are fooled into joining one by one. Some people can't adapt to daily life, so joining is also an option. If they really can't do it, they can quit this identity," Feng Jinye sent a smiling expression, "Of course, they are most afraid of me."
"I can lead them to rebuild a new winery... I was joking. I promised to change their fate. Painting black into white is the most thorough turnaround. Besides, I have no interest in continuing to lead them, so I might as well set them free."
"Haha, aren't you still their superior?" Wang Chuan She gave him a contemptuous look.
Feng Jiyejian said: "Because they are worried that I might do something again, they are trying to recruit me with a high position and generous salary. It's not even an ordinary position, but a decision-making position. They dare to give it, so why shouldn't I dare to accept it? I have to say that they have considered a lot and are very sincere, but I don't know how long this sincerity can last."
"Why don't you say that they value your talent?" Wang Chuanshe said, "However, they are really brave. Compared to me, light and darkness really have no boundaries in you."
"Why wouldn't they dare? There were people in Yokohama who were cleared of crimes before, right? The FBI will be even more unscrupulous than them. What's more, the resume I gave them in the organization was very good and not stained with much blood."
"If the people in the organization knew that you used their existence to exchange for a step for promotion, they would probably be furious, right?" Wang Chuanshe sighed.
"They already know." Fengji Nomi said meaningfully: "At least, when I went to meet the boss of that organization, he must have known it."
Then he shot him dead.
It’s hard to imagine how he felt at that time. He put away his cell phone and looked at the scenery below from the helicopter. The sky was blue, the weather was just right, and the wind messed up his hair.
On the card table of fate, a hand reached out and completely turned over a black card.
Everything freezes here.
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