Chapter 101
At this moment, Mori Ogai didn't know that there was an extremely 'evil' creature in this upper world, and that was the cannibal limited edition capitalist Douma who deserved to be hung on the street light. (bushi)
When the two buffs of the capitalist and the cannibal are stacked together, even Zhou Paopi would feel ashamed of himself, and the capitalless buying and selling is brought to an unprecedented extreme.
After all, the limited edition cannibal capitalist Douma only needs a few drops of blood to transform humans into his own descendants, turning them into perfect tool people (crossed out) employees who work without sleep and don't even need to be paid.
The true meaning of the famous saying "If you don't get off work, you don't have to work; if you don't sleep, you don't have to get up" (?), it is no problem to seamlessly transform the human world into a living hell of suffering, proud and proud.jpg
Mori Ou, who has always been careful about everything, is about to suffer a setback because of this subtle information gap. The "happy" 007 life is always ready to open its arms to him.
It's a pity that Mori Ougai, who just wants to make a final effort, has no idea about this and naively thinks that he has already calculated all the consequences in advance.
With the realization that death is the worst that can happen, Mori Ou, who is desperately courting death, secretly activates a secret contact method without telling anyone, and sends an invitation to Mimic, a European supernatural organization active on the other side of the ocean.
Faced with the strong invitation from a stranger, Mimic leader Andre Gide looked gloomy. He rudely interrupted the conversation on the other end of the phone and said, "Excuse me, I solemnly refuse your invitation."
Kidd tilted his head and held the telephone receiver while playing with the gun in his hand boredly. He quickly disassembled it into a table of parts, seemingly unaware of the sharp contrast between his tone and words.
Although he was rudely interrupted by Mimic's leader, Jide, Mori Ougai on the other end of the phone was not annoyed. If he was not absolutely sure, he would not choose to contact Mimic at this critical moment.
When it comes to manipulating people's hearts, Mori Ougai, as a manipulator, is definitely an expert among experts.
Mimic's true origins were no secret to many people, and these fragments of information were enough for the manipulative Mori Oo. He relaxed and leaned back in his chair, chuckled, and asked, "Can I ask Mr. Kidd why he didn't accept my invitation to come to Japan?"
Jide reassembled the gun parts on the table, looked at the gun with dead eyes, and cruelly and bluntly pointed out the reason: "Because Japan is a supernatural desert, there is nothing that Mimic needs."
Hearing Jide's comments about his motherland, which he both loved and hated, Mori Ou laughed instead of getting angry.
The inexplicable laughter on the other end of the phone made Jide frown, and he began to wonder why he continued to waste time with such a strange person.
Just when Ji De was getting impatient and was about to hang up this inexplicable call, Mori Ougai's next words stopped him in his tracks.
"Then Mr. Kidd is wrong. Japan... no, it should be Yokohama, there is exactly the 'thing' that Mr. Kidd has been pursuing for a long time." Mori Ogai pointed out what Mimic was pursuing in an unfathomable tone: "He can free you and the rest of you."
Hearing Sen Ouwai say the key word 'liberation', Jide's breathing frequency quickened slightly. The big hand holding the telephone receiver couldn't control the force and almost crushed the telephone receiver into pieces. The strange clicking sound was honestly recorded by the telephone receiver.
Hearing the strange sound, Morio revealed a confident smile. He paused for a moment, and after making sure that he had successfully aroused Jide's interest, he continued slowly, "There is a person with special abilities named Oda Sakunosuke in the Port Mafia. His special ability [Seamless Clothing] is exactly the same as your [Narrow Gate]."
There was no need for Mori Ougai to continue speaking. After hearing such good news, Ji De could no longer control his emotions. His heavy breathing explained everything.
After a long while, Jide, whose eyes were red, calmed down and returned to his usual indifferent attitude. He said calmly and restrainedly: "I accept your invitation. Mimic will go there as soon as possible.
Yokohama, Japan, we hope you will give us the right cooperation, otherwise Mimic will not be able to land in Japan."
As for how this stranger outside Sen Ou knew the name and specific effect of his special ability [Narrow Gate], Jide did not intend to delve into it. After all, it was nothing more than a leak of information by one party. For a living gray ghost like him who was seeking liberation, it was not important.
"I will arrange everything in advance and wait for your arrival." A satisfied arc appeared at the corner of Sen Ou's mouth, and his eyes were completely cold, which was the opposite of that.
There is no better choice than Mimic for this final stage.
Maybe Mimic's fighting ability is not the strongest, but they are the most suitable part of his plan. All of them are ready to die without any mercy, just like a ghost army that has died and only its shadow remains.
The most important point is that he can lure people here without paying any cost. He just needs to help them enter the country. In this way, there is no possibility of disturbing the enemy. After all, there are too many little mice around him.
This was his last great performance, and he would not allow it to end in a whimper due to a leak.
Mouse number one, Yuto Masaki, sneezed without warning, but didn't take it seriously. He wiped his itchy nose and continued to focus on Douma-sama who was surrounding him.
Through a layer of lenses, Masaki Yuto stared suspiciously at his boss who had returned from the leader's office, looking him up and down to detect any abnormality.
Douma was a little frightened by Masaki Yuto's overly straightforward gaze. He resisted the urge to smooth down the raised hairs on his arms and turned to ask, "What's wrong with you?"
This '又' is very soulful.
Once again, Masaki Yuto skillfully refused to receive his boss's signals of disapproval. Like a happy little fool, he only saw what he wanted to see and heard what he wanted to hear. He successfully interpreted the disapproval as concern, and then smiled foolishly as if he was flattered: "Hehehe..."
Seeing this, Douma couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart in a very ungraceful way. He brushed aside the stupid adjutant who was holding him back, opened the refrigerator and took out all the stock in one breath.
The blood bags that Douma treasures and stores in the refrigerator contain blood from superpowers that is equivalent to rare blood. It can provide Douma with energy quickly and effectively, and is very suitable for large-scale use of blood magic or consumption after recovering from serious injuries.
Although it was called the entire inventory, there wasn't much in total. The cannibal's stomach was never full, so Douma couldn't hold any more. At the end of the day, there were only five or six blood bags.
Douma's action successfully frightened Masaki Yuto, and his guess was confirmed. His rather attractive face was almost wrinkled into a monkey's face. He asked uneasily, "Master Douma, are you injured?"
After taking a look at the worry that was almost tangible on Masaki Yuto's face, Douma bit open a bag of blood and ate it happily while shaking his head vaguely: "...I'm fine."
Douma was indeed fine, he did not lie about that.
No matter how badly injured he was, as long as he wasn't hit head-on by the sun and died on the spot, all the lost energy could be restored if he was given enough blood afterwards.
The durability of the shell of the Upper String II is definitely at the max level, thumbs up.jpg
Although Douma said himself that he was fine, it was clear that Masaki Yuto was not someone who could be easily fooled, especially since this concerned the great god in his heart.
Not to mention there is a kind of coldness, which is called mom thinking you are cold. (bushi)
The male mother (crossed out) fanatic attribute was activated, and Masaki Yuto seriously circled around Douma a few more times, trying to find any clues.
Unfortunately, without Douma-sama's permission, he didn't dare to check it rashly. In the end, he could only conclude that there were no external injuries or bloodstains on Douma-sama's body. However, this result obviously could not satisfy a fanatic.
Then, as if possessed by Sherlock Holmes, Masaki Yuto began to deduce all of Douma-sama's itinerary for the day, as well as the people and places that might have hurt Douma-sama.
In the end, Masaki Yuto guessed the real murderer as if he was helped by God, or it can't be said that he was helped by God, because the only thing in his heart that he wanted to hurt was
The only person who could possibly ambush Douma-sama is Mori Gugai, the boss of the Port Mafia, and the last person Douma-sama went to see was undoubtedly Mori Gugai!
This reliable guess immediately ignited a raging rage in Masaki Yuto's heart, almost drowning his reason. Ahem... if fanatics who believe in xie cults have such a rare thing as reason.
If it were normal times, Douma would definitely be able to notice that something was wrong with Masaki Yuto, but now he was busy talking and didn't notice the gloomy face of Masaki Yuto standing next to him.
It was not until Douma emptied all the high-level reserve food stocks in one breath and replenished his empty energy that he had the time to pay attention to other people and things.
At this time, Masaki Yuto, who had long since been unable to suppress his inner anger, had already quickly evacuated the scene and was no longer within Douma's sight.
Douma: ??? Where are the people? Wasn't Yuto still here? There is still something for him to do. It is urgent to monitor all external channels outside of Morio!
Masaki Yuto, who had already walked far away, naturally could not see Douma's Erkang hand. He was secretly contacting the armed members in the support club who had good fighting ability, as well as the pianist who had led the flag club to join Lord Douma.
Although he didn't know the true strength of Moriogai, he only knew that the other party was a person with extremely hidden abilities.
But this also means that if they really want to take action to deal with the boss Mori Ougai, it is absolutely not enough to rely on just ordinary people like them and low-level psychics with low strength. Only strong people like the pianist can really pose a threat to Mori Ougai.
Masaki Yuto: Haha, you dare to bully their kind (?) Lord Douma. As expected, such a scumbag leader as Mori Ougai should just die!
The weather is getting colder, it's time to change the leader.jpg