Chapter 173 The answer is Nicolai!

"It's not an offense." Douma quickly reached out and pulled the man up.

Seeing Fitzgerald's face with a "damn it" expression, Douma couldn't help but feel even more guilty. He patted the man's shoulder and stopped dawdling. As he passed by him, he only whispered in his ear: "This is all Fyodor's conspiracy. Don't blame yourself too much."

The group came to Yokohama to give away people and experience packs. If he still has any complaints, it would be too much. Thinking of this, Douma quickened his pace and quickly jumped onto the evacuation plane, not giving Fitzgerald a chance to continue apologizing.

Douma's upright behavior made Fitzgerald, who thought he was ungrateful, feel even more ashamed. Intense emotions rolled in his eyes until the sound of the wind with the breath of the sea hit his ears. He raised his eyes and saw the vast blue sea and sky. The complicated emotions in his chest calmed down and finally turned into a firm light in his eyes.

A man should find a way to repay a favor he owes to someone. Although Mr. Douma may not be able to use him at all, fortunately, in addition to his special ability, he has also made some achievements in business.

When it comes to his ability to make money, Fitzgerald is quite confident.

Douma, who had just gained another general in a daze, did not know at the moment that Fitzgerald, who was sitting not far behind him, had already made up his mind to follow him. The Port Mafia no longer had to worry about the problem of insufficient funds due to the rapid expansion.

However, the sharp-eyed Dazai Osamu noticed Fitzgerald's thoughts at the moment. He childishly leaned over to blow on the glass window on the right. When the glass window was misty, he stretched out his slender index finger with a bandage wrapped around it and drew an ambiguous '√' on it.

Get the money-making expert.

Perhaps because he was afraid that the actual ruler of Yokohama would react, as soon as Douma and his companions boarded the evacuation plane, Fyodor ordered the detonation of bombs that had been installed in advance in crowded public places such as schools, shopping malls, hospitals, and parks.

It is impossible to win by force. Fyodor has always been very clear that Douma and his powerful psychics are so powerful that even the government dare not conflict with them casually. Therefore, they can only outsmart but not defeat the enemy with force.

This time, Fyodor took advantage of the fact that all the attention of the port mafia was diverted by the gang, and found an opportunity to order the "rats" controlled by him to secretly install bombs. The feeling of doing things under the noses of the strong is really... exciting!

"Hahaha——" Fyodor chuckled, then elegantly picked up the teacup that Ivan brought to him, sipped it gently to the sound of soft and pleasant music, and then slowly savored the rich and refreshing aroma of black tea.

Unlike Fyodor's leisurely life, Douma and his companions who were returning to Yokohama from the sea on a fighter plane did not have so much leisure time.

It’s just that Yokohama is too small. Even on the sea far away from the land, Douma and others can vaguely catch the series of discordant explosions through the noise of the aircraft operation.

Even people with less than keen hearing could detect the white smoke floating around Yokohama with their eyes alone, and with their eyesight they could naturally tell what this endless stream of white smoke was all about: Yokohama had been attacked.

Douma stared at the white smoke in the sky above Yokohama and asked in a deep voice, "Has the rescue message been sent out?"

"Yeah." Gin nodded, then looked down at the watch on his wrist: "By this time, the rescue team should have assembled and can set off at any time."

Hearing Gin's answer, Douma felt relieved. The Minato Kuroko Building, which serves as the headquarters, is located in the city center of Yokohama. No matter where the help comes from, they can rush to the scene as quickly as possible, which means that the casualties of the people can be effectively controlled.

Just as Gin said, the Port Mafia who received the order had already equipped themselves and were rushing to the attacked area. The Armed Detective Agency, which received the news a little later, was not much slower than the Port Mafia because of its small and elite personnel.

As a result, scenes that were inconceivable to outsiders appeared in many places in Yokohama: teams of gun-wielding port mafia members, all wearing highly recognizable black suits, doing things that were inconsistent with their ferocious appearance.

Some rushed into the fire scene to save people under the blazing flames, others showed their tender side and carefully carried and treated the injured. Of course, there were also those who looked alert and searched everywhere for the murderer.

The man in a black suit from the port mafia was killing a fleeing "rat" one second, and in the next second he was wiping the blood from his face and carrying a wounded person out of the corner of the store.

The Yokohama citizens who witnessed this scene were very calm and didn't think anything was wrong. They lived up to the outside world's praise for their 'simple and honest folk customs'. There was even a few bad-tempered uncles who not only refused to give way to the fleeing suspicious person, but were very stubborn and knocked the person down directly.

As for the knife that the suspicious person was waving? It was so funny. The knife that the uncle took out of his briefcase was much longer than the knife that the suspicious person was waving.

The grumpy uncle (crossed out) was a kind citizen who handed the suspicious person who was knocked unconscious by the back of his knife to the man in a black suit who was chasing after him. He also said a caring and comforting sentence: "Thank you for your hard work, everyone in the port mafia."

Such scenes were staged in more than one place. Many frightened citizens ran over to seek shelter after seeing the port mafia's signature black suits, as if they had not seen the submachine guns in their hands at all. They were more excited than seeing the police.

The citizens of Yokohama, who have simple folk customs, have long been accustomed to the rules of Yokohama that are different from those of the outside world: the fake guardians of order - the police, and the real guardians of order - the port mafia.

This is what a calico cat sees when it wanders the streets of Yokohama after visiting the scene of a rescue operation by Fukuzawa Yukichi's Armed Detective Agency.

Just now I was pleased with the quick action of the members of the Armed Detective Agency, and my passion was undying as they tried their best to save people. But now the calico cat that had climbed onto the windowsill and looked into the distance was struck so hard that it was motionless, with a very human expression of helplessness on its face. It seemed that the original three-section concept would never be realized.

Just the reactions of these ordinary citizens after seeing the members of the port mafia were enough for Natsume Soseki, who had transformed into a calico cat and was observing secretly, to clearly understand this point.

Under the leadership of Douma, a transcendent with a special status, the Port Mafia has gained the trust of the people. It is impossible for any other voice to exist in Yokohama, even if the government steps in, because the Japanese government has long lost the trust of the people of Yokohama.

But, is this really a good thing? The Port Mafia is the only one in Yokohama, and it is even ambitious enough to reach out to the outside world. What does Douma want to do? Overthrow the existing government and take over himself?

The calico cat who worries about the country and the people (crossed out) Natsume Soseki is worried about something, but Douma, the culprit, neither knows nor cares. After handing the rescue mission to his subordinates, he puts all his attention on Taneda Santoka, who is most likely Fyodor's target this time.

"Still can't contact the Special Powers Department?" Douma opened the cabin door, and a strong wind blew into the fighter plane, blowing up the strands of hair in front of his forehead. The eyes hidden behind the hair appeared so bright and uncertain under the sunlight.

Gin, who was in charge of contacting the others, nodded and shook his head before explaining, "We only contacted Sakaguchi Ango of the Special Power Division, but he didn't know where their director had gone. He only knew that he was not at the headquarters."

At this moment, their fighter planes have flown to the shore, and it will not be long before they can reach the city center which has been hit hardest by the disaster. However, the phone call to Taneda Santouki who is in the most dangerous situation is unreachable, and the Special Powers Agent Department has temporarily lost contact with their director.

"Tsk." Douma clicked his tongue impatiently, pushed aside the hair that blocked his view, looked in the direction of the Special Powers Division and said, "It seems that our Chief Taneda is in danger."

At the same time, Zhongtian Shantouhuo, who was stabbed while meeting with the informant in private, was staggering out of the subway station, holding the wall, with his other hand holding the gun steadily, ready to feed a bullet to the attacker at any time.

As the director of the Special Forces Division, Taneda Santoka's ability is the ability to detect other people's abilities. From a strategic perspective, this is a powerful ability that is indispensable to the Special Forces Division.

But here comes the problem. Taneda Santouhuo is not a martial artist. His actual fighting ability cannot be said to be weak but it is not strong either. At the moment, he is alone and being chased by enemies who appear out of nowhere. The situation is very dangerous. From the blood dripping on the ground along the way, it can be seen that he no longer has the energy to hide himself.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Taneda Santouko covered his mouth with his hands and tried to speak as softly as possible. The uncontrollable cough made the wound on his abdomen hurt even more, but he could not stop for a moment, otherwise death would be waiting for him. Only by leaving this abandoned subway station with no signal could he get a chance to survive.

The lights above his head flickered, and a ball of golden light appeared behind Zhongtian Santouhuo unknowingly. Zhongtian Santouhuo, who shouldn't have noticed it, turned around quickly and shot continuously at the ball of golden light.

"Hehehehehe - that was a close call, I was almost hit by a bullet." The man's voice full of ups and downs came into the ears of Zhongtian Santouhuo from a distance, making him break out in a cold sweat. If he had not been able to detect the use of special abilities at close range, he would have died.

"A rare space-based superpower. Who are you? And why do you want to attack me?" Taneda Shantou was leaning half against the cold wall, trying his best to delay the recovery of his strength. The hand holding the gun could not control his trembling slightly, and he was no longer as stable as before.

The series of quick reactions just now almost drained his remaining strength. The wound on his abdomen was very painful, obviously caused by the tearing caused by the previous action.

"Hey, are you asking who I am?" The faceless man in the distance continued to hide in the darkness. Even though no one saw him, he was dancing wildly. Then he laughed strangely and gave his real name: "Clang clang - the answer is Nikolai!"