"Brother, this is the information pryed out of this kid's mouth."

In the closed room, a bloody man was tied to a chair.

He seemed to have been dead for a long time, the dark red bloodstains solidified on the suit, and the mouse at his feet ran past and bit his trousers lightly.

"The port mafia already knew where we traded, and it was the black-haired boy who led the team last time."

A thick stack of documents was thrown on the table at will, Gin exhaled, staring at the photo above, with a gloomy expression in the shadows.

The silent atmosphere made the silent air stagnate. Vodka glanced at the black-haired young man standing in the corner with a sniper rifle, and finally couldn't hold back his curiosity: "That's it?"

"Chablis, the new sniper sent from above." Gin's voice was low, and the voice fell to form a brief echo.

Only then did Vodka remember that Chianti had other tasks. He nodded in understanding, and he withdrew his gaze after realizing that the young man called Chablis didn't mean to say hello.

In the darkness mixed with the smell of spirits and blood, in such a low air pressure, Gin suddenly grinned.

The pair of faint green pupils moved slowly, and when capturing the silver-white figure in the photo, Jin Jiu pressed the cigarette in his hand on the hard-earned information.

"Takikawa Yuichi." He said slowly in a low, cold voice, "This is their real person in charge."

The raindrops fell hurriedly outside the window, slapping the tightly closed glass irregularly.

Liu Dao skeleton - no, it should be called Chablis now, his calm eyes swept around the circle, and quickly matched the code name with the other's face.

It's a rare harvest.

Pengele had asked Cullom to investigate the organization before, but with the actions of Brandjesso, the task was temporarily put on hold.

"Ah, that child." Bermuda stood in the corner, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes when he heard the name, "That child is as difficult as a wild dog, if you must meet, I advise you to stick to it. It's better to stay away."

[Predator] - This is the nickname given to Yuichi Takigawa by people in the Uta world.

Unlike most psychics, Yuichi Takigawa's abilities can only be activated when they come into contact with the opponent.

Belmod had seen each other from a distance in the port before. Although she only passed by briefly during the mission, the boy facing the artillery fire suddenly turned his head as if sensing something.

Takigawa Yuichi's eyes are very light purple, and when he is not smiling, he reveals a cold alienation. He stared at her blankly, his every move elusive.

Although it was dozens of meters away, it seemed like he would appear behind her in the next second.

Belmod clenched the gun in his hand almost subconsciously, but the other party slightly bent the corner of his lower lip at this moment.

[Miss]

The boy put his hand in his pocket, his thin lips opened and closed, and he issued a warning quietly.

[Please stay away from Yokohama]

If you are not careful enough, you will be killed.

Belmod said with certainty, no doubt about it.

Jin Jiu stared at her for a while, then looked back after a while.

He let out a snort and took his last sip of whiskey.

"Keep up, newcomer."

The heavy iron door was closed, and as the three left, Belmod glanced at his colleague who had been hiding in the shadows.

The blond man lowered his eyes and leaned against the window, as if he had something on his mind.

Belmod raised his eyebrows:

"Why don't you speak, Bourbon?"

[8:00p.m]

boom

The rugged winding road is half-built, the soil is moist after the rain, and the air becomes more humid the higher you go.

The fast-moving car smashed the warning sign of [Forbidden Forward], and Yuichi Takigawa sat in the passenger cab and responded to the message of Ozaki Hongye in a leisurely manner.

Ten minutes ago, they surrounded the lacquered red warehouse as planned. With the advantage of numbers, the port mafia easily prevailed.

It went suspiciously well.

"Brother, what are you going to do next?" The whistling wind blew past his ears, and Vodka held the steering wheel, looking a little nervous.

Gin didn't speak, his cold eyes caught the black barre/special/□□ through the rearview mirror.

"Chablis, is your hand broken?" The man's voice was not fast, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his low smokey voice.

Liu Daozong was silent, and after simulating the scene of piercing the opponent's head with a trident, he reluctantly got up from the back seat.

"understood."

The black muzzle was aimed at the light in the distance, and Liu Daozong narrowed one eye, biting the hard candy in his mouth.

One shot.

Yu Takigawa glanced at the bullet that had swiped across his cheek, and opened Ozaki Momiji's reply without paying much attention.

[Sorry, temporarily unable to find the location where the text message was sent]

In other words, the other party has excellent anti-reconnaissance capabilities.

Yu Takigawa frowned and put away his phone.

If it is the enemy, why send such a text message?

No, the point should be...

Takigawa Yu was taken aback.

"left!"

The teenager issued an order suddenly, the tires of the car rubbed between the mountains, and the colliding body brought out a series of flames.

Takigawa Yuichi unfastened his seat belt indifferently, turned his head and fired a shot at the imperceptible dirt hole in the middle of the road.

The bombs/bombs that had been planted in advance were activated, and there was a loud bang.

really.

Although it was unknown who was on the other end of the text, the real purpose of the text was to remind him that the port mafia's operations were no longer a secret.

"Ha...hahahaha-"

The co-pilot suddenly burst out laughing.

Takigawa Yuichi's blood boiled, his eyes fixed on the Porsche in front of him.

"Dazai." He lowered his voice and put his foot on the debris of the windshield, "Get up and get serious."

The boy's long hair was blown up in the howling wind, and coldness and madness appeared in his always gentle eyes.

Dazai stared at him for a while before looking away.

"Hey, it's really troublesome." Although he complained, Dazai seemed to be in a good mood.

He bent the corners of his lips, and the next turn was actually a distance of more than ten meters.

The light of the headlights was thrown aggressively, the gin shook off a piece of soot, and the ice in his eyes condensed into murderous intent.

He warned in a deep voice: "Chablis, the organization didn't let you come here as a waste."

The bullet penetrated the lighthouse on the top of the mountain, and Liu Dao Zong's unexpected behavior plunged the entire mountain into darkness.

Vodka was startled, and the sharp steering made the tires screech with the ground.

Through the faint moonlight, Liu Daozhang and the boy standing on the roof looked at each other and reached a tacit agreement.

According to the plan, he should at least shoot Dazai once.

But obviously, Gin has understood who the mastermind behind this operation is.

The trigger was pulled silently in the darkness, and the boy in the scope also held the cock without any intention of evading.

Takigawa Yu glanced at his pierced shoulder and raised his hand without paying attention.

The effective range of fifty meters, the airflow and light that is completely unfavorable for shooting - in this chase game, everything is unknown.

["No matter how much he is, anyway, I am a person who will only step on the accelerator and rush forward."]

Matsuda Jinhei, who was wearing a police uniform, gave a thumbs up proudly, and with a brief memory, Yu Takigawa shot the rear tire of the car one by one.

The entire Porsche slammed into the guardrail out of control, leaving a few horrific black scratches on the asphalt.

There is no road ahead.

The real Chablis had long since died in the hands of Yuichi Takigawa. So, the last step for Liu Dao Zhe to gain the trust of the other party is to explain his outrageous stroke operation and clear his relationship with the port mafia.

Yuichi Takigawa fired again in the morning mist that covered the top of the mountain.

"Dazai." The boy raised his lips with interest and said, "Take the accelerator to the bottom."

The violent impact dented the door, and with the fierce gunfight, Yuichi Takigawa wrapped the broken seat belt twice around his hand.

"—I'm going to knock them down."