Chapter 95 New reserve food is obtained! ...

Even though Douma didn't say anything or do anything, he just stood at the door and smiled at him, but Officer A felt like he couldn't breathe. It wasn't until he felt a dull pain in his chest that Officer A realized it wasn't an illusion. He was really scared and didn't dare to breathe, so his heart was deprived of oxygen.

When Officer A realized that he was so afraid of Douma, he felt a surge of blood rushing to his head, and he even overcame his fear in anger and shame.

After his stiff hands and feet regained their mobility, Officer A, who was very concerned about his reputation, immediately raised his arms to cover up his bangs and said with a forced smile, "Officer Douma, how come you have time to come to my place today? You didn't even tell me in advance, and I don't have anything prepared here."

Although it was the first time the two met, Officer A was able to confirm the identity of the person in front of him with just one glance. The only point that he could not accept was that Douma was not as kind and easy to bully as those people in the port mafia said. It was likely that today's incident would not end well.

"Didn't I tell you in advance?" Douma asked back with a half-smile, then looked at the psychic clinging to the wall pretending to be a wallflower, and asked meaningfully, "Didn't you specially invite me to be your guest?"

“Hahaha… What is Officer Douma saying? Why don’t I quite understand? Hahaha…” Officer A shamelessly laughed and acted stupid, completely losing the majestic demeanor he had in front of other people. Like an ostrich, he pretended that he didn’t hear the accusation in Douma’s words.

Unfortunately, Douma, whose high-level reserve food was stolen, obviously would not let it go. ^o^This^o^work^o^by^o^

If Officer A had only taken away ordinary people without special abilities, Douma would have turned a blind eye and said nothing. Anyway, the blood of ordinary people in the dungeon was not much different in quality from the blood bags transferred from the hospital under the port mafia, but the special ability people were completely different.

Even in Yokohama, where the number of people with special abilities exceeds the standard, people with special abilities are rare among rare species.

Not to mention that it is even rarer to find people with special abilities who were captured by the Port Mafia and then abandoned by the original forces. Among them, the useful special abilities were already captured by Mori Ogai early on to expand the special ability team of the Port Mafia.

Under these restrictions, the number of enemy superpower captives who must be executed who can fall into Douma's hands is extremely small, and the stock of high-level reserve rations is in jeopardy.

In this case, how could Douma let go of those who dared to touch his high-level reserve food? Impossible, nonexistent, today Officer A must pay the price!

Douma, who rarely gets angry, was really irritated by Officer A this time. He put away the cold smile on his face, stared at Officer A expressionlessly, and exposed the other party's pretense without any mercy: "Hand over my high-level reserve rations."

Is it okay to talk about food storage directly? Is there really no need to cover it up a little?

High-level reserve food, the psychic wearing a ruby ​​collar was in tears. Whether he wanted to become Douma's high-level reserve food, be well-fed and take blood regularly, or be a good dog to Officer A, the pain of both choices was like hell to him.

Of course, after experiencing the coaxing and harassment of Officer A, the psychic no longer had any extra hope. If he had to make a decision between the two options of losing his personal freedom, he would rather be raised by Douma to draw blood than be forced to kneel on the ground and lick coffee by Officer A.

As for Officer A, he didn't care about the thoughts of a slave whose life and death he controlled. He didn't even look at the psychic who was trying to reduce his presence in the corner, and he tried to fight to the death, and continued to say stubbornly: "Advanced reserve rations? Officer Douma, you are joking, I didn't touch your advanced reserve rations."

While saying this, Officer A was already sweating profusely. Not only his shirt was wet, but even his temples were wet. He looked disheveled, nothing like his usual well-dressed self.

The stylishly trimmed nails dug deep into the palm, and the pain was transmitted from the palm to the gradually dull brain of Cadre A, which was a little more awake from the fear of looking into Douma's colorful gradient pupils that were like a nightmare.

If he had a choice, Officer A would not want to stick to his gun here. Douma put a lot of pressure on him, making him feel like he would really be killed here.

Hmm, or maybe it wasn't an illusion... Officer A didn't dare to think about it any further. He shuddered and put this terrible thought behind him, forcing himself to forget this possibility and get his mind back on track.

If he really gave in today and let Douma take away the esper he had intercepted on the spot, then he would never be able to hold his head up again. All the people who were watching in the port mafia would no longer look down on him as a little ugly cadre.

Then all his previous efforts would be wasted, and this huge gamble that involved his entire fortune and life would end today, which was equivalent to him being kicked off the table by Douma before the game officially started.

He absolutely could not accept such a tragic ending! Officer A's eyes turned red due to his own associations, just like the crucial gamble he played every time he was forced into a desperate situation. He looked so strong but so weak that it was laughable.

In fact, Officer A is not a very stupid person. On the contrary, he is much smarter than most ordinary people.

However, Cadre A, who is still considered a smart person, has a fatal flaw, that is, whenever the word gambling is involved, his hopeless gambler's nature will kick in, making him endlessly addicted until he loses everything.

No..., even if he loses everything, Officer A will not stop. This is the terrifying and tragic thing about gamblers.

“?!” Douma looked at Officer A who was trying hard to hold on despite his fierceness, and suddenly had the illusion that he was the evil villain who was bullying others.

Just when Douma couldn't stop doubting his life, he caught a glimpse of the ruby ​​necklace worn by the psychic who was taken away.

This cruel symbol successfully dispelled Douma's doubts. It turned out that Officer A was more of a villain than himself.

Very good, today he is also a righteous friend who strives to defeat evil! (bushi)

The righteous friend (?) Douma suddenly showed a gentle smile on his expressionless face, and his tone became gentle and harmless. He looked down at Officer A from a high position and said: "Is this your answer?"

When Douma completely released the terrifying predatory aura of his shell, almost no human prey could resist it. Among the few who could resist the terrifying predatory aura, they were all the top humans, and it was obviously impossible for someone like Officer A to be among them.

Cadre A was locked by the predatory aura emanating from Tong Mo. His body was trembling uncontrollably. His mouth opened and closed but he couldn't say a single word: "..."

In his eyes, Douma, wearing a gentle mask, is even more frightening. Officer A knows in his heart that if he dares to give a wrong answer, Douma will really kill him here without any scruples!

"No answer?" Douma tilted his head, revealing an inappropriate cuteness.

Unfortunately, the two people present, Officer A and the corner psychic, did not have the time to appreciate this cuteness. They had already used up all their strength just to resist the terrifying aura emitted by Douma and to prevent themselves from collapsing on the ground and begging for mercy.

Contrary to his harmless appearance, Douma no longer stands still, but slowly walks towards trunk A, step by step, slowly and firmly.

Cadre A naturally understood all the obvious threats, but he was trembling so much now that his legs were so weak that he couldn't even run away, let alone that with his strength, it was impossible to escape from Tong Mo's hands.

Extreme fear enveloped Officer A. He opened his eyes wide in horror and breathing became increasingly difficult. The distance was only a few steps away, but in his eyes it seemed infinitely long, so long that it was despairing.

In fear, his ears were filled with meaningless noise and he could not hear any other sounds. Officer A could only watch Douma gradually approach and stop one step away from him.

Before Officer A could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt something holding his arm. The reason why it was called "something" and not Douma's hand was because the force of the grip was too great.

Officer A even thought that his arm was clamped by a large iron clamp or something rather than a human hand.

Douma, who is definitely not a human, averted his gaze indifferently, no longer looking at Officer A's pleading eyes. Why would he want to beg for mercy? Why would he regret it when the time comes? It's too late.

The feeling of hunger and the anger of having his high-level reserve food deliberately intercepted and stolen caused Douma's behavior, which was originally dominated by human emotions, to deviate in a not-so-good way. At this moment, his thoughts were more inclined towards the side of the cannibal.

As the cannibal's logic gradually prevailed, Douma's desire to pull his prey closer and bite its neck hard increased infinitely, and the urge to eat almost completely occupied his mind at that moment.

However, the remaining human consciousness still made Douma notice the dirty sweat on the prey's neck, and the subtle disgust made Douma's sanity return slightly.

Well, this wave is a victory for cleanliness. (bushi)

Douma paused for a moment, stopped the subsequent pulling action, and just pulled the wrist of cadre A to his mouth, and without any warning, stabbed his sharp teeth into it.

The sweet blood and the fragrant smell of meat made Douma increase his biting force. Large streams of blood gushed out from the ruptured arteries and were swallowed into Douma's stomach without a drop left.

Officer A, who was locked up and unable to speak, could only despairingly feel the massive loss of blood in his body. His vision went dark and his face became increasingly pale and weak. However, he did not dare to allow himself to pass out, as he was afraid that he would never wake up again after passing out.

The blood and energy from the powerful psychic gradually extinguished the anger in Douma's heart, and the reduction of his hunger also allowed him to successfully regain his sanity. Seeing that Officer A was about to die from excessive blood loss, he hurriedly stopped sucking.

It would be a waste to eat such a powerful psychic just once. Although Officer A is a bit annoying, it is better to eat slowly and for a long time.

Get new food reserves!