Chapter 168 If I run into Douma, I will use the sun...

The mobility of the Five Decaying Celestial Beings was so astonishing that within a few days, the huge bounty for the "Human-Tiger" spread throughout the underworld, attracting the attention of countless killers and bounty hunters from around the world.

In sharp contrast to the sky-high reward is the difficulty and location of the mission.

For the internationally active and famous killers and bounty hunters, Japan is just a small island country known as a desert of supernatural powers, and the target of the bounty is an unknown person. How can this strong contrast not make people eager to make a move? Who wants the free money?

However, the subsequent intelligence that followed shattered these people's mentality of taking chances. The guy who could offer such a high reward could not be a fool.

The difficulty of this high-priced bounty is that the protector of the target character "Human Tiger" is Douma, a new generation transcendent who became famous for defeating the "Assassin King" a few years ago but quickly disappeared.

Unlike those Japanese officials who simply do not understand the power of the Transcendents, they know too well how powerful the Transcendents are and how many cheats they can commit, so they naturally will not rush forward to die.

After all, no matter how much money you have, it’s useless if you don’t have the life to spend it.

That is why Yokohama, as the center of this vortex, was surprisingly calm and was not affected by the huge suspense of Yokohama's birth.

Occasionally, a few really desperate criminals who dared to approach the Port Mafia were easily dealt with, so that this huge bounty was treated as a joke by the Port Mafia and did not attract much attention from the lower levels. Only a few people at the top felt that the current trend was not right.

"You know it's impossible but you still do it." Ozaki Kouyo pursed her lips, took a sip and gently placed the cup on the tea table. When she raised her eyes again, her sharpness was fully revealed: "I think the person behind the scenes obviously has other plans. Douma-kun must be on guard."

Douma was sitting opposite Ozaki Kouyo, squinting his eyes as he savored the delicious tea. He shook his head and sighed, "I can guess who is behind this, but he hasn't shown his true colors yet, so I can't do anything to him without evidence."

Of course, whether there is evidence or not is only secondary. The most important reason is that Fukuchi Sakurachi's status and position are extraordinary.

If Douma takes the initiative to attack Fukuchi Sakura before she does anything, it would be equivalent to directly breaking off relations with the Japanese government.

Douma doesn't intend to do things so drastically unless it is absolutely necessary. After all, the power of the port mafia has not expanded to the point where it can confront the government head-on. It is better to accumulate food than to become king. We should still listen to the wisdom left by our ancestors.

When Ozaki Kouyo heard Douma say that he knew who was behind the scenes, he did not ask any more questions. He just lowered his eyes slightly, faded the sharpness in them, smiled and nodded, saying: "It's good that Douma-kun knows the answer."

After that, Ozaki Koyo said no more and just leisurely basked in the sun and enjoyed afternoon tea with Douma, whom she met by chance in the glass warm room.

As for Douma-kun, he used to hate sunlight extremely, but now he has suddenly changed from not being able to stand the slightest bit of sunlight to enjoying sunbathing. Ozaki Koyo knows the reason and didn't ask too much, nor did she intend to reveal a single word to anyone.

Now that the port mafia is surrounded by foreign enemies, a slight deviation in important intelligence may have unexpected effects. Thinking of this, Ozaki Kouyo, who vaguely guessed that the sunlight might be a weakness, picked up the teacup again and covered her slightly raised red lips.

Ozaki Momiji is not the only one who suspects that sunlight is Douma's weakness. For smart people with sharp eyes and clear minds, this matter does not require words. They can guess something just by looking at Douma's usual behavior patterns. The kind-hearted Russian who has been secretly observing the situation is naturally included in this.

Ever since Fyodor Dostoyevsky received the order to start the plan from the leader codenamed "Kamiu", this kind-hearted Russian has tried more than once to find the flaw in Douma based on the existing intelligence.

No matter how you look at it, their plan cannot get around this transcendent who is entrenched in Yokohama, so even if they don't want to get rid of Douma, they have to find a way to restrict him.

And all the signs indicate that sunlight is the weakness of this seemingly invincible Transcendent.

However, this unfounded speculation still needs to be verified, and Fyodor had already selected the guinea pigs to verify this.

A combination that is powerful, has a deep background and is easily exploited has thus emerged.

To the script team, the weaknesses of the group's new leader, Francis Fitzgerald, were too obvious, so obvious that Fyodor felt that it would be a shame for his intelligence if he did not take advantage of them.

Fyodor, who looked intimidating enough, approached a mother and daughter who were obviously on vacation without causing any suspicion, and greeted them with a gentleman's bow: "Good afternoon, beautiful lady and little lady, can I ask you for a small favor?"

Fyodor's gentle and friendly words and handsome appearance, coupled with the large number of people around him, successfully made the beautiful lady relax her guard: "Hello, sir..."

At the same time, facing the invitation from the Rat of the Dead House, the leader of the group, Francis Fitzgerald, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, shaking the red wine glass in his hand boredly, and nonchalantly rejected it: "Sorry, please tell Mr. Fyodor that we don't intend to accept this order."

"Are you really not going to accept the reward for the Rat of the Dead House?" Ivan Goncharov's voice rose strangely on the other side of the communicator. Before Fitzgerald hung up the call impatiently, he sent a freshly made photo and reminded him, "Perhaps you should take a look at this first, and then make a decision."

"What?" Fitzgerald heard the threat in Ivan's tone. He frowned unhappily and looked down at the photo he had just received on the communicator.

When Fitzgerald saw clearly the wife and daughter in the photo and the black-haired man who was smiling and shaking hands with them, he froze where he was. It was as if the pause button was pressed on his whole body, and his once nimble and powerful fingers could no longer move.

As he trembled, the cup fell from his hand and hit the luxurious carpet with a muffled sound.

"..." After a brief silence, Fitzgerald, whose weakness was caught, compromised, and at the same time, he did not forget to make a harsh remark: "You can ask me to do anything, as long as you can promise not to attack them, otherwise don't blame me for fighting you to the death."

"Of course, we Rat of the Dead House still have some integrity." Ivan promised solemnly, and then sent the news that the plan was successful to his beloved master.

When Ivan's beloved master Fyodor received the news, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and then he politely said goodbye to the kind and enthusiastic mother and daughter in front of him.

Now that the warning has been passed on to the group, there is no need to do anything extra. I think dear Fitzgerald knows what to do next.

Having said that, it did not prevent Fyodor from ordering Ivan to find someone to secretly watch Fitzgerald's wife and daughter, and use network technology to lure the mother and daughter to another resort, a place that Fitzgerald did not know about, but his wife and daughter thought he knew the new location, and temporarily cut off the contact of this happy family.

So, when Fitzgerald hung up Ivan's call and tried to get in touch with his wife and daughter, all he got was the unchanging busy tone and voicemail. The people he sent to secretly protect his wife and daughter also disappeared, apparently having been easily dealt with by that damned Fyodor.

With his last hope of luck gone, Fitzgerald could only follow the instructions of the Rat of the Dead House. He took the main combat force of the group on a white whale and secretly sneaked into Yokohama, hoping to secretly take away the "Human Tiger" while the powerful protector was not paying attention, in order to exchange the hostages with the Rat of the Dead House.

"This is the plan with the highest success rate." The group's military advisor, Louisa Olcott, pushed her glasses awkwardly. She didn't get Fitzgerald's immediate affirmation, so she twirled her hands nervously: "If...if you think it's not feasible..."

"Okay, let's follow this plan." Fitzgerald interrupted his subordinate's unconfident second half of the sentence, suppressed his irritability, looked directly into Louisa's restless green eyes, and said firmly: "Trust my judgment, Louisa, leave everything to me."

"Yes." Louisa shrugged her shoulders, her short light brown hair falling gently to her ears. She gave up emphasizing that even this plan with the highest success rate was still so viable that it was touching. Facing the Transcendent head-on, their chances of winning were almost zero.

Fitzgerald glanced at the glaring success rate at the bottom of the document, straightened his shoulders, and gave orders to his subordinates in an orderly manner: "Lucy, you are responsible for using your supernatural powers to bring back the 'Human Tiger'. John and Lovecraft will follow you to protect your safety."

As the boss of the organization, Fitzgerald knew that he could not show any lack of confidence, otherwise his subordinates who relied on his guidance would be infected by his lack of confidence and unable to continue, and then his wife and daughter would really not be saved.

Lucy Montgomery, who had long red hair, promised loudly: "Yes, boss. I will definitely bring the 'Human Tiger' back."

Equally capable was John Steinbeck, who was only interested in making money to support his family. He pulled his partner, who looked confused and obviously out of his depth, and confidently patted his chest to promise to complete the mission.

Howard Lovecraft is relied upon: I am wandering in my mind, please do not cue me.jpg

Unlike the martial arts faction, Louisa, who was in charge of making the plan, couldn't help but show a worried expression. This young lady had a sharpness that didn't match her delicate appearance. She almost saw through the shadow beneath the boss's usual confident smile at a glance.

As if to comfort herself or to encourage Fitzgerald, Louisa quietly emphasized the information she had analyzed in front of everyone: "The Transcendent may not be invincible. From the information we have collected, Douma has been consciously avoiding contact with sunlight. This is most likely his weakness."

As she spoke, Louisa glanced at Lovecraft, who was still in a trance. "So, everyone must remember this. If you run into Douma, use sunlight to deal with him."