Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

He watched the blood splatter.

The bullet penetrated the skull, leaving nothing to chance.

But there was even a hint of warmth in his coldness.

The bullet passed between the eyebrows, taking away the enemy's breath, and bestowing a crisp death.

Gin offered no resistance.At the last moment he could only cast a quiet glance.

There was no resentment and fear that the leader was used to in that sight, it was unbelievably simple.

Like the white smoke lingering upward from the muzzle of a gun.Like a silent stone.Like the boiling magma in the depths of hell.

Gin didn't even say a word.Only that body fell down.

Just as the leader had watched when he lowered his eyes a moment ago, it was a corpse, a pile of meaningless flesh.

"..."

The leader calmly counted down the time in his heart.

how.The death of others will naturally not cause any waves in the leader's heart.

It would be better to say: the number of people who died directly or indirectly at the hands of his Dazai has long been difficult to count.The killers who came to assassinate the leader of the port mafia when he was alive had forced his subordinates to wash down the main entrance of the headquarters building with high-pressure water guns several times; It's all here.

But he should have felt relieved, . . . should have felt relieved more than he did now.

It's just gin.It's just a dog...  

The leader Zai laughed at his cowardice in his heart.The firefly flickered for a moment in the darkness, and soon went out in the fate that had already been decided.

--Time is up.

The still warm corpse, together with the blood-stained brains that splattered half of the wall, disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it had never appeared before.

The leader snorted coldly and made up his mind.

—His experiment was successful:

This world is indeed rejecting "outsiders".

Because of its fragility, it cannot accept the power that conflicts with the cornerstone of its origin; at the same time, it is precisely because of this fragility that it will quickly and instinctively "exclude" after realizing that "outsiders" are no longer a threat.

It's like... using an eraser to erase a word that doesn't suit you on the page.

It's just that what was erased this time was the existence of someone.

The leader shook his head, and stopped the subordinates who were startled by this phenomenon and raised their arms.

"I'm fine." The leader said briefly, and turned to look at his guerrilla captain and cadres.

The two mafia members who have dealt with death all year round were also shocked.But after all, they have experienced countless times of crisis. Although they used supernatural powers to warn them at this moment, they didn't act rashly.

"Mr. Dazai, is this an enemy who is responsible for responding?" Atsushi Nakajima asked softly, narrowing his eyes and looking around carefully.

"Someone used supernatural powers to save the corpse of his companion?" Ozaki Koyo deduced. [Golden Yaksha] floated in mid-air behind her, the sword was half unsheathed, and the cold light flickered. "Concubine, let the subordinates go down and investigate."

After saying this, she ordered her subordinates to search the three floors of the impenetrable and heavily armed mafia torture room.

"No need." The leader interrupted and said, "I probably already understand."

What do you understand?understand what?

This sentence is not clear, there is no context at all, and it makes people feel confused.But when they heard the leader speak like this, the two of them lowered their heads according to the words, and even withdrew their supernatural powers.

Within the mafia, the leader's order is an iron law that must not be violated.

not to mention-

It was this 22-year-old man in front of him, who was too young to think about it, to develop the port mafia to such a large scale.

However, none of the commands spit out from this mouth has never been fulfilled.

It's this demon-blessed/cursed intellect that strikes a chill in anyone who knows anything about the colossal size of the Port Mafia.

Like someone once said.

'Whether you are the one who kills or the one who saves, nothing beyond your expectations will happen.There is nothing in this world that can fill your loneliness, and you can only wander in the dark forever. '*

This is absolutely true.

He smiled and fell to the bottom in the darkness.

But——in this process, he still needs to get rid of all obstructions.

The leader smiled slightly at the two subordinates who expressed awe.

"Atsu-kun," Dazai ordered, "bring people in. Sister Hongye, remove the one-way glass."

Atsushi Nakajima immediately obeyed the order and turned around without any objection, and Koyo Ozaki walked to the wall in person, and manipulated the button to lower the entire wall in camouflage.

After the barrier is removed, another cell is revealed.

"Oh?" The leader rarely raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why. Is the relationship between you decent and villains so good?"

The one who sat on the other side and witnessed all this abruptly could only be Shinichi Kudo.

A high school detective was tightly bound to a chair, which was fixed to the ground.After the men in black bound him tightly and confirmed that it was impossible for the high school student to break free, they still left the cell without saying a word.

At first, Kudo Shinichi tried to be optimistic and comfort himself: It's okay.this is nothing.Isn't that great?It feels like he has been hanging on the rings for almost a lifetime, and his arms and legs are almost not his own. It would be nice to sit and rest for a while. ...And then, within a minute after the torture started, Kudo Shinichi regretted it.

No.don't want.Don't do this... Kudo stared at the other end of the glass, unconsciously trying to struggle. ……No,--! !

Is this some nasty joke? !What are you doing Dazai!How can you deny yourself like that? ! !

He finds it ridiculous.It was as if a god pinched the pure and gentle child with one hand, shook his head, feet, and feet to throw away all the candy in the child's pocket, then threw him into the mire, and pointed to his nose and told him: You are the mud. silt.

The child believed it, and since then decided that he is not worthy of candy.From then on, he let the silt engulf his mouth and nose bit by bit.The hand was raised above his head, and there was nothing there either.

Kudo wanted to beat that extremely intelligent head with a mallet to wake up, and wanted to yell "Stop it!! You will regret it if you remember it?!".He also wanted to smash the glass with his fist, so that the child could take a good look: You are not nothing.

Me, Gin, Kudo thought bitterly.And those other people in the pure white room.Aren't we all here for you?

What are you doing. ...Why do you push everyone away?

A brain capable of solving complicated cases cannot understand Dazai's coldness and cruelty anyway.

Perhaps, the moment before death, Gin understood.

Perhaps... at this time, Kudo also understood a little.

Hearing the leader speak to him, Tobihito looked straight at him without any warmth, and Kudo Shin opened his mouth, only to feel that his vocal cords seemed to be torn apart, and there was an uncomfortable bloody smell in his throat. ...He must have lost his mind and yelled just now.

After calming down for a while, Kudo felt that his wrists and ankles were in pain, looking down, he really hurt himself in the crazy struggle a moment ago, which made things worse.

"...you killed him."

Kudo said with a hoarse voice, almost moving his lips so that he could not make a sound.

The leader wants to laugh. "Yeah, killed. With this gun."

Kudo repeated painfully.

"You killed that... pure white child..."

"..."

"..."

The leader looked back at him from a distance.Now Kudo also felt the insurmountable gap between the two.

The big detective still doesn't give up hope.His forehead was drenched in cold sweat and he felt uncomfortable, his limbs ached like never before, and his brain was stinging from the irregular waterboarding, which made him wish he could take a hammer to break it open.But he still looked up at Dazai, his never-fading blue eyes were bent, and he tried his best to smile:

"I'll help you." Kudo begged weakly, "Although I don't know what you're going to do...I, we, are here to help you. Isn't that even okay?"

don't kill.He wants to say.Don't kill..., the more you kill, the farther you will be from the hand we extend to you.Don't fall where we can't reach, okay?

The leader really laughed:

"As expected of an 'innocent kid'." The leader said, "Did you not give up hope at this point? Then," he waved his left hand and ordered, "Dun Jun."

"Yes, chief."

Atsushi Nakajima replied, while dragging another person into the same cell where a person had just been executed.

White hair and blue pupils, blood and tears in his eyes, silent and desperate.

That is, --- Gojo Satoru.

The leader observed the change of Kudou's expression, said "Yes" and said, "Sure enough, you all came from the 'Pure White Room'", then raised his right hand, and pointed the still warm barrel at Gojo Satoru's unwaveringly. Between eyebrows.

Kudo immediately shouted, "Don't! Don't shoot!"

He was in so much pain that he wanted to bang his head against the wall and pass out: Dazai, how far do you have to kill before you stop? !Why on earth is this world worth your doing? ? !

The leader judged thoughtfully again: "Then your power system is completely different."

Dazai didn't use [Disqualification in the World] to eliminate Gojo Satoru's whole body defense... By the way, with the intention of nullifying [Brain Hell], after probing this information, he handed the gun to his subordinate casually.

He didn't think such naive high school students with naive hopes would pose any threat to his plan.The leader instructed Koyo Ozaki, "Put these two people in adjacent cells and lower the level from α-2 to β-5. They don't need to be completely separated, but they must be equipped with close monitoring and automatic arming." The leader smiled again After a while, he said to himself: "...I want to see what fish I can catch."

After speaking, the leader turned and went out the door.

He forgot Kudo Shinichi who was calling out something hoarsely, and Gojo Satoru whose blood and tears were gradually drying up.

After returning to the office, Dazai brought new information from his secretary, Silver.

Before opening it, he made a rare slight pause.

He couldn't help but feel apprehensive, and he couldn't help feeling hesitant.In order to reduce the danger of alarming Mr. Ranpo of the Armed Detective Agency, Dazai, like Nagaya, only dared to send out the minimum surveillance. He was even more careful than those children, and never dared to expose any clues.

Hidden under layers of camouflage like this, it looks like it only records daily trivial information. Only Osamu Dazai knows what he is greedily absorbing.

"..."

The leader took a deep breath and opened the thin page.

No.Nothing at all.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

The man with black hair and kite eyes stared at the paper, and after holding his breath for a long time, he let out a sigh of relief.

Then, the plan will go smoothly in the end.

—The next day, it was over.

Nothing happened.