Chapter 176: Feodor of the 'Five Degenerations of the Celestial Being'...

Fyodor, who was sitting by the window enjoying his afternoon tea leisurely, squinted his eyes unconsciously. The comfortable smile on his face gradually became stiff, and the teacup in his hand knocked against the table, making a noticeable sound.

Ivan, who had been guarding Fyodor, immediately looked in the direction of the sound. He naturally bent down, taking the opportunity to get closer to his admired master, and gently asked the doubt in his heart: "Master, is there something wrong?"

"There's a change of plan. We need to leave here immediately." Fyodor said as he picked up the white felt hat next to him and put it on his head. Then he moved like the wind, passing Ivan who had not yet reacted, and walked out of the store first.

From his observation just now, there was something wrong with the flow of people outside. Although it was only a little unnatural, in the eyes of Fyodor, who was known as the script team, the hidden message couldn't be more obvious. They found this place.

After a moment of doubt in his life, Fyodor calmed himself down and took Ivan to the retreat route he had prepared in advance.

Yes, Fyodor had thought of the possibility of being caught early on and had prepared a backup plan based on this low probability speculation. Now they just had to execute it.

Just like that, Fyodor and Ivan blended into the crowd like a drop of water, and gradually approached the intersection blocked by a group of people in black suits.

Just as Fyodor was about to order Ivan to use his special abilities to create chaos so that they could leave, he sensed a dangerous aura approaching rapidly.

Fyodor's far superior intelligence made him realize clearly that if they broke through the pass now, it would be too late to retreat and they would be caught on the spot by the intruders.

"Go." After a concise order, Fyodor no longer followed the crowd and continued to move forward. Instead, he went upstream, separated himself from the complaining crowd, and ran towards a remote alley not far from here.

Almost at the moment when the corner of Ivan's clothes disappeared in the alley, Mori Ogai and Gin, who sensed the presence of a person with special abilities here, appeared at the other end of the road.

The two parties in pursuit were separated by a noisy crowd and buildings that blocked their view. Mori Ougai and Gin, who should have been thrown off, chased after them without hesitation. Their ghost instinct told them that the person they were looking for was right in front of them.

Fyodor gradually realized that something was wrong. When he realized that he could not shake off the pursuers, he kept changing routes, but it was of no practical use. The pursuers who were far behind them not only failed to be shaken off by them, but were getting closer and closer.

Ivan, who had entrusted everything to Fyodor and rarely thought about things, looked back and finally, as if he understood something, he took the initiative to ask, "Master, please let me take care of your retreat."

Having said this, Ivan stopped running and stared at Fyodor's straight back stubbornly and fanatically.

"As you wish." Fyodor turned his head slightly, chuckled softly (?), left Ivan, whose ears turned red after hearing the laughter, where he was, and ran into a more remote path alone.

Fighting to protect his beloved master, Ivan, who had been severely brainwashed by Fyodor, was excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He turned around a little neurotically, without any fear in his eyes, quietly waiting for the enemy who seemed to appear in the next second.

Really·The next second, Mori Ogai and Gin, who were chasing, rushed out from the intersection not far away. Seeing someone blocking the middle of the road, they couldn't help but raise their eyebrows.

At the same time, Douma stood on the high roof, using his wide field of vision and perception that far exceeded that of his two subordinates to take in the movements of the people around him.

Suddenly, Douma's eyes fixed, as if he had discovered something, and he couldn't help but curl up a kind (?) smile: "I found you, Mr. Fyodor who was doing evil in my Yokohama."

The aftermath of the sound was still lingering in the air, but the person who had originally been standing here had already disappeared.

The next second, Fyodor, who thought he could escape successfully by sacrificing Ivan, was frightened by Douma who fell from the sky. His pupils shrank and all the muscles in his body tensed up instantly.

Can't escape! This sentence appeared in Fyodor's mind uncontrollably, and his tense body relaxed under the control of reason. He who knows the current situation is a wise man. Pointless resistance will only cause additional harm, so it is unnecessary.

Moreover, as long as he does not reveal the plan of the Five Degenerations of Heaven and Man, it will not affect the overall situation even if he is caught.

Thinking of this, Fyodor raised his hands in surrender and said to Douma who was staring at him coldly, "I give up, sir."

"It would be better this way." Douma expressed his distrust very directly.

He was caught, but he was still smiling so easily. It was impossible for Douma to believe that Fyodor had no corresponding follow-up plan. After all, not a single word said by the script crew could be trusted.

While the two were talking, Mori Ogai and Gin finally caught up.

Gin had a cold face and didn't look very happy, but he carried Ivan who was defeated by them without complaint. If it weren't for this guy making trouble and delaying time, he would definitely be able to complete the order given by the boss perfectly. Damn it!

Although Fyodor was eventually captured, the mission was considered a failure as long as he was not the one who captured him personally.

Gin, who was surrounded by low pressure, walked to Douma, knelt on one knee, placed his right hand on his chest, lowered his head, and apologized: "Boss, please forgive me for my incompetence and failure to complete the task you assigned me."

"Get up! Without your help, it won't be that easy to catch him." Douma called Gin up and said, "Notify everyone that the 'rat-catching operation' is over, and the temporary participants will continue the rescue mission."

Captured 'rat' Fyodor: ...Are you polite?

"Yes, boss." Gin stood up as he was told, glanced at his competitor Mori Ogai as if in protest, then held his head high and began to carry out his new mission.

"..." Mori Ogai instantly understood Gin's unspoken provocation and rolled his eyes speechlessly, thinking: Gin, does he think everyone is like him? Only masochists are proud to be given more work by their boss, okay?

In order to better capture Fyodor, Douma activated his ability to read minds as the Demon King from the very beginning. Naturally, he heard what Mori Ogai was thinking at the moment and nodded in agreement: Indeed, 007, who listened to the brainwashing of an unscrupulous boss, is no different from a pathetic masochist.

Wait, the unscrupulous boss who should be hung on the street light seems to be himself? Oh, that's fine.

Douma, who has found his position, looks at Moriogai with disapproval. What happened to 007? Isn't 007 the most perfect employee system in the world? How ignorant! (bushi)

At this moment, Mori Ogai didn't know that Douma had already secretly remembered him. He walked to Fyodor's side without knowing it, raised his right arm and made a gesture of invitation: "Fyodor, please come in."

Although Sen Ou's words were very polite, Fyodor could see clearly that there was no smile in the dark red eyes not far from him. He also said with a fake smile that did not reach his eyes: "It is my honor to be a guest of the Port Mafia."

Douma did not continue to pay attention to the exchange between the two fake-smiling boys (bushi). After handing the boy over to Moriogai, he turned and left.

Now that the troublemaker behind the attack has been caught, the only thing he needs to worry about is the specific casualties of the attack.

As if he could see through his thoughts, Dazai Osamu appeared out of nowhere and handed a tablet to Douma, reporting: "This is the first round of screening of the casualties of citizens found by the Information Department."

Douma lowered his eyes and looked carefully, his heart becoming heavier and heavier.

The incident happened suddenly. Even with the presence of the goddess of the medical world and Dr. Yosano in Yokohama, it was impossible to prevent people from dying from this unexpected disaster. Many people died on the spot, leaving no chance for treatment at all.

Among them, women and children accounted for the largest proportion, because those crazy guys deliberately installed multiple bombs in crowded places such as shopping malls and schools, and these places happened to be the places where women and children who should be protected the most appeared the most.

When he thought about how many bloody lives were shed behind those cold numbers on the documents, as well as how many happy families were broken up because of them, the rage in Douma's heart grew more and more intense, and his rationality, which had always prevailed, began to shake.

Driven by intense sorrow and anger, Douma called out to Fyodor, who was following Mori Ougai obediently, “Wait a moment.”

"?" Fyodor turned around and looked at Douma who suddenly spoke, and an ominous premonition came to him. When Douma called him at this time, he felt that something beyond his expectations was going to happen.

Just as Fyodor had anticipated, a chilling chill came from Douma's body and accurately enveloped Fyodor's head, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Not only did the physical discomfort not knock Fyodor down, he even had the time to observe and summarize everything he felt: Interesting, it turns out that the Transcendents are so powerful that the aura they radiate can actually affect the bodies of others. (bushi)

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Douma looked at Fyodor's expression and knew that this heartless guy didn't care about the harm he caused to others. He couldn't help but laugh in anger: "You don't seem to be worried at all."

Fyodor shook his head nonchalantly, his beautiful purple eyes full of innocence (?), and asked back: "It's no use worrying, who can escape from under your nose?"

"..." Douma was silent for a moment, then decided to give up following those meaningless rules and directly pointed out the real culprit behind the scenes that he had known for a long time: "Fukuda Sakurachi, on the surface, is the captain of the special forces unit 'Hound Dog' that is highly trusted by the Japanese government, but secretly he is the leader of the anti-social terrorist organization 'Decadence of the Five Degenerates', 'Kamui'. Am I right? Mr. Fyodor of 'Decadence of the Five Degenerates'."

Fyodor, who had always acted calm, could no longer maintain the smile on his face after hearing Douma's words. Reason forced him to swallow back the "How do you know?" that almost slipped out of his mouth, but his gloomy eyes showed that Douma was telling the truth.