Chapter 174 No Big Problem
While Taneda Santoka was fighting wits and courage with Nikolai Gogol, who revealed his name, in an abandoned subway station with no signal, in order to gain a glimmer of hope of survival, the port mafia who was looking for him also had a clue.
The head of the technical department spoke excitedly over the distorted radio: "Boss, I followed the advice of Master Dazai and first screened out the signal-free area in Yokohama. Then I checked the recent surveillance video of that area and found the figure of Chief Taneda of the Special Powers Special Service Department. We have successfully located him. He is in an abandoned subway station on the outskirts of the city!"
"You did a good job." Douma briefly encouraged the technical team leader for his efficiency, then raised his head without any delay and gave a new order to the pilot of the fighter plane in front: "Change the destination to the abandoned subway station on the outskirts of the city."
"Yes, boss." The pilot nodded in response, then skillfully controlled the fighter to change direction.
After finishing all this, Douma finally had some spare time. He turned around and looked at Dazai Osamu, who was teaching the technical team leader how to locate the fire on the Taneda mountain. He smiled admiringly and said, "It seems that no matter what kind of problem it is, it can't be difficult for Dazai-kun."
In response to the boss's praise, Dazai Osamu smiled and said again in his seemingly humble but actually Versailles tone: "It's not as amazing as the boss said. It's just a trivial trick that everyone can think of."
For a moment, Gin, who was in charge of contacting the outside world, felt like he was pierced by arrows all over his body. He was the one who didn't think of the 'trivial tricks that everyone could think of'.
"..." Gin felt that something was implied, and was so angry at Dazai's words that veins popped out on his neck. His nails, which had become sharp since he turned into a cannibal, pierced into his palm fiercely.
The pain brought Gin back to his senses. He let go of his hand before the smell of blood attracted the boss's attention, and allowed his palm, which had not yet had time to bleed, to heal quickly. He just stared at Dazai Osamu with an increasingly unfriendly look.
Gin's gaze was like a real piercing needle, but Dazai seemed not to notice it. He chatted with Douma for a few more words and then looked back slowly.
The bottomless iris-colored eyes met another pair of dark green eyes that flashed a ferocious light like a beast locking onto its prey without flinching.
I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air.
Although they were in an environment full of noise, the people in the fighter plane felt that it was too quiet at the moment.
Douma, who was not slow to react to the wrath of heaven and man, naturally noticed that something was wrong. He looked left and right hesitantly, and saw that Gin and Dazai, one had a fierce look on his face, and the other had a dagger hidden in his smile. He couldn't help but feel a headache; it was really too difficult for his beloved subordinates to have incompatible personalities.
Unlike the situation between Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya, who seem to be incompatible but actually have a tacit understanding, Gin and Dazai Osamu really can't get along.
Gin, a model worker who volunteers to be 007, can't stand Dazai Osamu's work attitude of being idle all day long despite his obvious ability.
Originally, there were only two kinds of creatures that Gin hated the most in his life: rats and garbage. It was not until he worked with Dazai Osamu that he realized that he had been too narrow-minded before. There are actually three most disgusting creatures in the world: rats, garbage and Dazai Osamu.
Not to mention that Dazai Osamu had deliberately misled him before, causing him to have a false and negative impression of Nakahara Chuuya, who was extremely serious and responsible at work. All these factors added up, and it was a good thing that the two of them fought as soon as they met.
This unsettling tension did not last long. The pilots, sensing the bad atmosphere, increased their speed to the maximum and soon arrived at their destination: an abandoned subway station on the outskirts of the city.
"Boss, we're here." The pilot's report interrupted the confrontation between Dazai Osamu and Gin in time.
As soon as the words fell, the fighter plane began to land and quickly stopped on the ground.
Meanwhile, Nikolai Gogol, whose old faults had recurred, had finally lost interest in playing and chasing prey and had become a little more serious, really just a little.
"I'm a bit tired of the game, now it's time for dinner!" The white-haired young man, who looked abnormal at first glance, spun and jumped away from the shadow range, exposing his figure completely in front of the shaggy-looking Taneda Santouhuo.
The only response to Nikolai Gogol's voice was the farmer's heavy breathing: "whoosh whoosh whoosh."
Cold sweat caused by fatigue and pain dripped down his body. After running away for such a long time with his seriously injured body, there was so much sweat that his eyelashes were almost glued together. But he didn't care about such a small matter as his blocked vision.
Taneda Santouko ignored the blackening in front of his eyes, and forced himself to open his half-open eyes to carefully identify the white-haired young man in front of him, but was disappointed to find that he had never seen any record of this person in the intelligence database of the Special Powers Agent Department.
A person with powerful supernatural powers who had never been exposed to the public and was obviously from abroad suddenly attacked him, the director of the Supernatural Special Agents Section, who represented the local government. The hidden meaning made Taneda Shantouhuo feel something bad. A shuddering and subtle premonition spread down his sweaty back and spread throughout his body, making him tremble uncontrollably.
"Hey, is it cold?" Nikolai Gogol confidently walked up to his exhausted prey, and poked his head in a cute way. His strangely innocent voice lowered for the first time, and he said in a normal, deep male voice, "Don't worry, you won't feel cold soon."
Ah, it's all over. No longer able to resist, Taneda Santoka slowly closed his eyes, leaning against the wall and sliding down bit by bit. His brain was dizzy from excessive blood loss and he could no longer think about what the white-haired young man in front of him was saying. He could only let himself be drowned by the darkness.
"Tanada... Tanada..." A second before he fell into coma, Tanada Santoku heard another voice. That familiar voice was probably his hallucination before he died? With this thought in mind, Tanada Santoku completely lost consciousness.
"Wow, Feijia was right, I think I'm in trouble~" Nikolai Gogol, who was fully sober, naturally heard the voice of the person coming. He laughed while quickly searching Zhongtianshan Touhuo's body.
After taking out a folded piece of white paper from the arms of Zongtian Shantouhuo, Nikolai Gogol's eyes lit up. He grasped the ordinary piece of white paper tightly in his palm, stood up and ran nimbly in the opposite direction where the sound came from.
In such a dim environment, the people who came should not be able to see Nicolai Gogol's actions clearly. Unfortunately, there were two non-human guys hidden among the people who came to rescue. Douma and Gin, who have night vision, can see Nicolai Gogol's every move.
"Catch him, Gin." Douma did not go after him himself, but ordered Gin, who had the same advantage as him, to go after him in a boss-like manner.
"Yes, boss." Before he finished speaking, Gin turned into a black lightning and chased in the direction of the white-haired young man at an astonishing speed.
This task is not difficult for Gin, who possesses the superior perception of a cannibal. It can even be said to be very simple. The white-haired young man exudes a very tempting fragrance, and his presence is as conspicuous as light in the dark night. It is difficult for Gin to lose him.
On the contrary, Nikolai Gogol, who was always successful in running away with his space-related abilities, met his nemesis this time. No matter how he teleported to the enemy's blind spot or used buildings to hide his tracks, the opponent seemed to have a pair of X-ray eyes and turned around without hesitation to chase him.
If escaping doesn't work, then the natural thing is to counterattack. As long as this guy with X-ray eyes is killed, no one can catch up with him! A light bulb lit up in Nikolai Gogol's smart little head. He turned around and used his special ability [coat] on Gin who was chasing him, and raised the gun in his hand.
"Bang." Synchronized with the gunshot was Nikolai Gogol's childish lip movements and his uncontrollable crazy laughter: "Hehehehehe——"
However, the next second, the pursuer, who should have become a corpse, appeared in front of Nikolai Gogol intact and removed his limbs cleanly and neatly.
Nikolai Gogol: I have a sentence "mmp", I don't know whether I should say it or not.jpg
Soon, Nikolai Gogol, with his gloomy face, was grabbed by Gin like a chicken, and his dislocated arms and legs were swaying in the air due to Gin's force.
"Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission and captured this space-related psychic." As he said this, Gin threw the still dishonest white-haired young man in his hand to the ground, bowed slightly to Douma, and then handed the suspicious white paper that fell from the white-haired young man's hand to Douma.
"Thank you for your hard work, Gin." Douma took the white paper that looked like a page of a book, then turned to look at the grimacing Nikolai Gogol, who was thrown to the ground, and smiled kindly (?): "Welcome to Yokohama, Mr. Gogol."
When Nikolai Gogol met Douma's eyes, he stopped his ridiculous movements and his exaggerated grin turned into a very serious expressionless face. No one knew what he was thinking. All they could hear was that he replied in a normal voice: "Thank you."
"I think you will become friends with Dazai-kun." Douma's words seemed to have touched a switch in Nikolai Gogol. He put on the sad and funny ugly mask again, accurately found Dazai Osamu in the crowd, and greeted him with a grin: "Then please give me your advice, Dazai-kun, Feijia mentioned you to me~"
He has no awareness of being a prisoner at all.
"Please give me your guidance." Dazai Osamu responded to Nikolai Gogol's provocative greeting without any hypocrisy. The smile on his face was so bright that it was frightening, forming a sharp contrast with his terrifying eyes that were dull and lifeless.
Seeing this, Nikolai Gogol began to laugh in an ambiguous way: "Haha ...
Most of the people present were well-informed, and Nikolai Gogol's strange behavior did not make them feel uncomfortable. After all, there are always many abnormal people among people with special abilities. His abnormality is just a little bit serious, so it is not a big problem. (bushi)