Chapter 45

Ever since Douma defeated the French transcendent Verlaine, the Japanese government, upon hearing the news, fell into unspeakable jubilation.

As the defeated country in the Superpower War, Japan's international status has been very embarrassing in recent years.

It is often looked down upon by various powerful powers, and all kinds of resources can only be picked up by other powers. Even Yokohama, which has expired its lease period, exists in name only and does not obey the orders of the Japanese government at all.

The fundamental reason is that Japan did not have its own surpasser, so it could not stand up straight, but now they have one!

After the huge surprise, high-ranking officials of the Japanese government began to fight fiercely among themselves over who should be sent to contact Douma, who is suspected to be the country's transcendental being.

No matter which faction Douma, the suspected transcendent of our country, ultimately decides to join, the first person to come into contact with him will definitely have a huge advantage, so these senior officials will never allow themselves to fall behind in this crucial step, and the situation is therefore at a stalemate.

In a heavily guarded courtyard, several elderly people with white hair and beards were sitting in a graceful and exquisite room.

The few people who usually behaved sternly and solemnly now looked like a group of ordinary street bosses, rolling up their sleeves and arguing with each other until their faces turned red, and no one would give in.

"Matsudaira, stop arguing. I couldn't bear to talk about what happened last time your little son made a scene." The old man sitting in the middle seat on the left side shook his head with an expression of dismay.

Matsudaira, who was sitting opposite him, almost gasped for breath, and slammed the teacup in his hand down on the tea table: "Yiqiao, you are wrong to say that. Every family has an unfilial son or grandson, and your eldest granddaughter is no pushover either."

Then the two of them started arguing about this matter, and the other people were not idle either, and they joined the melee and exposed each other's shortcomings.

The old man who had been sitting in the main seat and had not participated in the conversation sighed and said, "Okay, everyone, be quiet and stop arguing."

Since the Prime Minister, the most senior minister in the cabinet, had spoken, the others naturally could not refuse him face, so they could only shut their mouths in dissatisfaction and put on the reserved attitude of a big boss again.

"We have discussed this matter for several days, and you still can't make up your mind. Then I will appoint someone myself." The Prime Minister stood up without allowing any arguments: "Let Director Tsujimura Fuzuki of the Special Powers Division contact His Excellency Douma. She will do a good job."

When they heard about the candidate Tsujimura Fuzuki, the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

The Special Powers Agent Department is directly under their cabinet management. At the same time, its director is not a subordinate of any of them. Although he himself cannot get the initiative, others do not get this initiative either. It seems feasible.

The others, thinking that if they didn't get it, no one else would get it either, did not raise any objections to the Prime Minister's proposal and nodded in agreement.

So, Douma, who was happily slacking off in the Hong Kong Black Building, received a meeting request from the Special Powers Division.

"Mr. Douma, thank you very much for taking the time to answer my call." Tsujimura Fuzuki's tone was certainly disrespectful. She knew very well the importance of a local transcendent to Japan, so she didn't mind bowing to Douma, who was suspected to be a transcendent.

Receiving such a refreshing call early in the morning, Douma couldn't help but take the phone next to his ear and looked at it in front of his eyes. He found that the screen showed an unknown number. He put it back to his ear and asked, "Who is it?"

On the other end of the line, Tsujimura Fuzuki introduced herself: "My name is Tsujimura Fuzuki, and I am the director of the Special Powers Division. Please forgive me for the intrusion."

Special Forces Division! Director!

After hearing these flowery words, Douma stood up from his desk chair and asked concisely, "What is it?"

Although he asked this question, Douma had some guesses in his mind as to why the Special Forces wanted to find him. After all, apart from the incident with Weilun, there was nothing else that the Special Forces wanted to do. ∞

Sure enough, Tsujimura Fuzuki's next words confirmed Douma's guess.

"Mr. Douma, I would like to arrange a time to talk to you in person about your victory over France's 'King of Assassinations' Verlaine. I wonder if you would be willing to meet me."

"Sure." Douma agreed readily. His law-abiding (?) nature made him willing to cooperate with the authorities in conducting some harmless investigations.

Well, anyway, he has burned the evidence that might expose the fact that he is not human in advance. If you ask, he is a genuine superpower. If you have any objections, please go to Bram Stoker, the ancestor of vampires.

The original vampire was recognized as a person with special abilities, so why can't Tong Xiaomo be a person with special abilities? 計劃通.jpg

After making an appointment with Tsujimura Fuzuki to meet at a bar in the evening, Douma hung up the phone.

"I have finished reviewing these documents. Please take a look, Lord Douma." Masaki Yuto placed the reviewed documents on the desk.

"Thank you." Douma casually flipped open the top document, glanced through it and didn't find any major problems, so he closed it with a snap and put it on the pile that he had finished reviewing, then continued to open the next document.

Logically, such a rough and perfunctory way of reading documents would certainly cause dissatisfaction among his subordinates. However, Masaki Yuto, who had brainwashed himself into a fanatic, obviously did not think so.

On the contrary, Masaki Yuto stared at Douma with starry eyes as he quickly processed all the documents, and praised him sincerely: "As expected of Douma-sama, your efficiency is really extraordinary."

Douma: ...Ah, there's no need to lie so openly. I'm just being perfunctory, okay?

Obviously it is not good. To Masaki Yuto who has his own 800-meter filter, everything about Douma is perfect, and no rebuttal is allowed. Even if Douma himself refutes, it will be useless.

Douma, who had explained it to Masaki Yuto, showed that he was very tired, and from then on he gained a non-existent virtue: humility.

Masaki Yuto: As expected of Lord Douma, you are so humble and indifferent to fame and fortune.

Douma: ...Let me say it again, as long as you are happy.

So, Douma learned something from Masaki Yuto: don't try to reason with fanatics. They can be logically self-consistent, and nothing you say will work. They can even make up their minds further.

In order not to completely evolve into a saint, Douma chooses to keep his mouth shut and smile.jpg

This is probably what a mature believer is. (bushi)

The mature believer, Masaki Yuto, pulled out a resume like magic and gently placed it on the desk: "Master Douma, this is a talent I discovered, and I have now transferred him to your command."

"Hmm?" Douma glanced at Yuto Masaki. This was the first time the other party recommended a talent to him. Then he lowered his head and opened the thin resume.

The next second, Douma's pupils trembled when he saw the name on the resume.

Oda Sakunosuke!

Masaki Yuto didn't notice Douma's shock at all. He was talking nonstop about Oda Sakunosuke's experience: "Oda Sakunosuke was originally a killer. After retiring, he joined our Port Mafia. I noticed him before. This time you asked me to be in charge of recruiting people, so I immediately transferred him here. His ability is beyond doubt..."

Indeed, Oda Sakunosuke's ability is beyond doubt. He is Dazai Osamu's eternal best friend!

Douma Sodo closed his eyes speechlessly. For the first time, he realized that his adjutant was really capable of causing trouble. He even dragged Oda Sakunosuke into his bowl. He was too capable.

At this time, Yuto Masaki finally realized that his Lord Douma had not spoken for a long time. He awkwardly stopped reciting Oda Sakunosuke's resume and pursed his lips as quiet as a chicken.

The office suddenly became quiet, and Douma looked up at his always chattering adjutant uncomfortably. He found that Masaki Yuto was so nervous that he pursed his lips until they were pale and his eyes revealed panic.

Douma sighed helplessly: "You did a good job, Yuto."

Being praised by the god in his heart, Masaki Yuto was almost excited to the point of fainting. He waved his hands with a red face: "I don't deserve your praise. This is what I should do."

Seeing that the suddenly depressed Masaki Yuto had regained his vitality, Douma breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he is a bit of a troublemaker, this adjutant is really useful and loyal. In order to have someone to review documents in the future, he cannot let the adjutant wither.

"Then do you want to meet Oda Sakunosuke?" Masaki Yuto asked carefully.

Douma thought about it and nodded, "Let's ask him to come over. I happen to be free now."

It was lunchtime, and Oda Sakunosuke, who had already finished his work, came quickly and knocked on the office door half an hour later.

Douma took a deep breath. The sweet scent of the strange psychic made him guess that the person outside the door was Oda Sakunosuke. He shouted, "Come in."

The office door opened and a tall man walked in. He had short red hair, blue eyes, and a slight stubble on his face, which made him look more masculine. He was definitely a handsome guy.

"I am Oda Sakunosuke, meeting Master Douma." Oda Sakunosuke bowed slightly, then stood up and asked calmly, "What do you want to tell me?"

"..." Douma actually didn't have anything to give instructions. He simply called him over to check on his adjutant in order to deal with his surprisingly fragile lieutenant, but this obviously could not be said.

Just as Douma was racking his brains to think of how to get away with it, a fluffy little head poked in from the wide-open door, and its black and white hair revealed the identity of the person.

There's no way, the color of Yumeno Hisasaku's hair is too recognizable.

Douma was no longer bothered to deal with Oda Sakunosuke. He stood up from his chair and walked quickly to the door. He picked up Yumeno Hisasaku who had sneaked out, let the child sit on his arms, and said in a reproachful tone: "You sneaked out again. Do you know how dangerous this is?"

"I'm sorry, but Hisaku misses brother Douma very much!" Yumeno Hisaku skillfully stretched out his two thin and soft arms, hugged Douma's neck and acted coquettishly.

Who can resist the cute and coquettish Mrs. Lo? No one!

Unfortunately, Douma is not a human.

After a period of training, Douma has developed a strong resistance to Yumeno Hisasaku's coquettishness and trickery. With a stern face, he tore the clinging monster off his body and planned to have a good "chat" about this issue.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Oda Sakunosuke who was waiting quietly on the side.

Wait, he looked at Yumeno Hisasaku, then at Oda Sakunosuke, and a brilliant idea came to his mind.

It's you, super dad, Sakunosuke Oda!