novelraw Chapter 120
Chapter 120
In the eyes of Mr. Verlen, the five buildings in the port are like popcorn buckets without lids.He can reach in and grab anything he wants at any time, no matter who the original owner of that thing is.
After repeatedly confirming that Professor Rimbaud was nestled on the top floor of one of the buildings, he casually "borrowed" a car and drove all the way to the front.Open the car door and get off the car, the entrance to the hall on the first floor is empty and there are no two doormen.
Poor sour.
Mr. Spy touched his hair and felt that he was a little handsome. The family of four sitting in the office watching the surveillance felt that their IQ had been insulted.Especially Professor Rimbaud, who couldn't understand why he was deceived by such a guy in his early years?
This is not scientific!Seeing that Zhongye's IQ is not low, it can prove from the side that he is not stupid, so why do you blindly think that this guy is not bad?
Dazai had already pointed at the screen and turned over with a smile, Chuya lay down on the table and refused to admit that this person looked somewhat similar to him - if the similarity was in height, he probably wouldn't be so repulsive, but in other respects... thank you very much up.
Mr. Sen smiled and took the upper hand in the conversation with Professor Rimbaud for the first time: "Madam, it seems that you should explain it to the children. Of course, I have no prejudice against your ex-boyfriend, although he does not seem to have reached the average human being." IQ value..."
"I believe it's definitely not your fault. This guy must have tried every means to deceive you, right!" With a half-smile, he built a ladder for her to get off the stage. Miss Professor blushed with shame, turned around with her back to him.
"No one puts their marriage number on their face and sees people everywhere. I was only 16 years old at the time, how did I know that there are still people who lie about the fact that they are married? I just like older lovers, what's wrong?"
Mr. Mori, who is seven years older than his wife, accepts it if he is satisfied. The wife is not sitting on the wall now. The "elder lover" is himself after rounding up. He can forgive her for her imprecise wording because she is a foreigner. Such a small mistake.
Professor Rimbaud had nothing to say but to play dead.
Verlaine stood on the small square and carefully observed the black building in front of him—it was very ordinary and normal, and it looked the same as any ordinary commercial office building.There is no imaginary infrared sensing ray, no muzzle hidden behind reflective glass, and no guards guarding vital points.
There are no security guards or sweepers.
Well, this scene is not surprising in France - everyone is on strike.But it is very strange in Japan, what about people?
Of course he got off work early. Although Mr. Mori has no conscience and shame, he is not a crazy pervert after all.Dealing with supernatural powers like Verlaine is more or less free for ordinary people, so why waste their lives for nothing?Work injury and medical compensation are very expensive!
It was precisely because of this eerily quiet place that he couldn't figure out the truth here, he was hesitant about whether to advance or retreat.
Madam mentioned that indecision is a major flaw in this person's character, how can he do it if he doesn't make good use of it to please his body and mind?
After the monitor, the four were so bored that they began to bet how long it would take him to make up his mind to walk into the entrance of the hall that was not guarded at all.
"5 minutes."
"Two ten minutes."
"8 minutes."
"23 minutes."
Four people with four answers, Chuya and Professor Rimbaud saw that they were in Humeng, Dazai and Mr. Mori reasoned in real terms, and the mother and son who acted as thugs turned their heads at the same time and showed exactly the same expression: "Huh?"
Did you know again?
The black-haired boy was very confident: "Two 10 minutes!"
The black-haired leader smiled mysteriously: "23 minutes."
Then they continued to stare at the monitor and waited for the answer to be finally revealed. Verlaine turned left and right on the small square and turned to No. 19 minutes to make sure that there was no movement in the office building before he raised his leg and stepped up the steps.Just when Dazai was about to jump up to celebrate, Mr. Mori pressed the light on the table, and the security light in the lobby on the first floor turned on. Mr. Verlaine stopped and stared at the flashing security light for a long time, seeing it After it stopped blinking, it continued to walk in, and it just dragged on for 4 minutes.
Dazai slammed his fist on the board of the desk, frustrated: "Why! This is cheating! Isn't it!" He actually lost to others in the aspect of cheating?
Mr. Mori smiled and watched the loser beat the water dog hard: "Because I can, this is just a reasonable means, not to the point of throwing away ethics and morality, Dazai-kun don't need to get excited." That is to say, he can be even more shameless when he is ruthless.
Faced with this boring game of "who is more shameless than the other", Professor Rimbaud and Mr. Zhongyuan looked at each other and sighed deeply that their bottom line was not low enough.
In the end, the winner can designate the three losers to do one thing. Mr. Mori asked Chuya and Dazai to form a team to entertain "guests" again with a wave of his hand. As for the wife... this bet can be kept in the bedroom, work Let the place go first, let it go first, ahem.
It took Verlaine more than half an hour to take the elevator from the first floor to the top floor in various self-indulgent ways, and pushed away the office of the chairman of the "Sen Club". In the middle of the room stood two teenagers complaining and arguing with each other.In the depths of the luxuriously decorated European-style space, there is a large walnut wood desk. Behind the desk sits the cowardly man he saw at Rimbaud’s house—of course he doesn’t look cowardly at all now. The girlfriend and cheating partner leaned sideways on the chair behind the man with folded arms.
"Good night, Mr. Verlaine, my wife and eldest son have returned safely from a trip. Ah, I think you have seen her." He propped up his chin in white gloves, and a long dark red scarf hung under the collar of his black polo coat .
This kind of attire usually only represents one meaning, and it is common in all parts of the world.
"Welcome to PortMafia and have a nice evening."
He didn't know if the visitor was happy or not, he just had to be happy with the stupidly shocked expression on the visitor's face.
The name of PortMafia is not well-known abroad, but it has enough weight in Yokohama, and Verlaine immediately understood that he had fallen into a trap that had been set up for him only.
He went to see Rimbaud immediately, and Miss Professor didn't even give her a look.
"Altila! You can't treat me so excessively!"
In fact, she could have gone too far. Rimbaud drew his gun so fast that even the people around her couldn't keep up.
The bullet failed to hit the target, and was silently crushed, swallowed, and disappeared without a trace while still in mid-air.
No harm was done, but the attitude was obvious enough.
"Stupid." She mouthed a fact to him.
"!"
Verlaine lived up to his "crazy" evaluation, the invisible blade slashed soundlessly, but was blocked by a pale golden barrier before cutting into the wood of the desk.Suddenly came the young man's extremely displeased business from behind: "I said, brother, you see how much you look down on me, huh?"
He hastily turned around to parry the orange-haired boy's surprise attack, and without waiting to take action, the other black-haired boy who stayed on the spot was stuck and said his movements a second earlier.
"Right, left, first up and then left..."
It's like a voice prompt plug-in, which is quite annoying.He still spoke with a lazy tone, and his disgusting level was as close as that of the orange-haired boy with fists to the flesh.
"You're so fucking noisy!" Before Verlaine couldn't take it anymore, Chuya first "breathed the fragrance", Dazai continued to command from the air as if he didn't hear it, and turned his face almost to the point where his brother kicked him into the air on the wall.
——Chu also really didn't do it on purpose, he was hiding from Verlaine's superpower, he retreated too hastily and couldn't find a suitable foothold, so he could only borrow Dazai Osamu's help.
Fortunately, it didn't step on the face.
The black-haired boy secretly wrote down the account in his heart, and shouted: "He wants to tear down the concrete load-bearing column!"
It is impossible to tear down a wall, as long as Rimbaud is here, not to mention tearing down a wall, he can't even tear down a floor.The subspace palace appeared out of thin air, and some pale golden particles floated in the air, like the sunlight on the wings of angels in the church.
Verlaine's supernatural ability hit the [color painting collection] and made a "boom", but the sound was still only heard but not the shape.
The orange-haired boy who had just avoided the sharp edge rushed up again, and Verlaine fought him a few moves, but the opponent's physical skills were faintly above his own.
Only a strong opponent can gain respect and attention. After hesitating for a moment, he was sent flying by the opponent. After adjusting his posture in the air and landing smoothly, he frowned and opened his mouth: "You... are the semi-finished experimental subject. The Axis countries stole my experiment. A barely-synthesized replica of data?"
He was a little confused: "In this way, you can also be regarded as my brother."
Zhong Ye was so frightened that his foot slipped and almost fell out.
Who is this man?It's my mother's ex-boyfriend.He also said that he was his elder brother. Why is my relationship so messed up in terms of this relationship?
Even Dazai would never have imagined that there is such a magical manipulation of intelligence. The first reaction when he grows his mouth is to see Mr. Mori... This "eldest son" sent to the door, it depends on whether you dare to recognize it!
Mr. Sen sat firmly on the Diaoyutai without fear at all.
What is this, the howling of the defeated dog has just begun and you can't bear it?Still too young!
"Mr. Verlaine," the long-haired man smiled softly, crossed his legs, put his hands on his knees, and leaned back: "As you can see, one of your mission targets is an important member of PortMafia, One is the wife of the leader of PortMafia...isn't that a bit unfriendly?"
He put up a finger in front of him: "I don't think it's friendly, that's really not friendly."
"Sir, maybe we should have a rational conversation between adults in a more rational way."
While speaking, he also readjusted his breathing and rushed forward. Rimbaud precisely manipulated the subspace to block the opponent's invisible supernatural attack for him.The little girl in the pink nurse dress appeared out of nowhere, and directly hit Verlaine, who had lost gravity, on Dazai with a syringe. [Disqualification in the World] was passively triggered, and the black-haired boy who acted as a tool man moved extremely fast , The anesthetic hidden in the pocket is inserted into the subcutaneous injection of others regardless of whether it is sterilized or not.
In the next second, he was reversely isolated by the double-layered subspace, and Verlaine's fists, guns, and supernatural abilities were all blocked.
Like a raging lion, he turned over and rushed towards Rimbaud who had been obstructing him all the time. The opponent did not dodge or dodge. When he smashed the subspace barrier and continued to charge forward, gunshots rang out.
Mr. Spy, who was hit on the knee, lost his balance and fell to the ground. Soon the anesthetic took effect, and no matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice but to arrest him.
"You can see through what he is thinking at a glance, without any sense of accomplishment." In the end, Mr. Sen just attacked and humiliated the enemy.
The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter
Husband and wife join hands to commit crimes
missing foreign tourists
My dad watched the news. He just felt lucky that it was not his turn. He talked about it every day, staring at him like a child.Or one ran away without paying attention.