After helping Kira deal with the green-skinned monster that came to seek revenge, the green-skinned monster's mobility has been relatively active, so much so that the children of the Thai Baht Temple caught the opportunity and killed a few of them. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But since ancient times, the guy who loves to 'jump' has always been a small role, Griffith can't look down on it, and Tian Chen can't look down on it.

The one who is really hiding behind the scenes is the shrewd and cunning phantom demon. And now, maybe Tian Chen's senior brother Nie Zhen has to be added.

Since Kira was involved in this matter, Griffith was also forced to get involved, and had to intervene in the matter. Moreover, some time ago, a humanoid creature tried to invade the branch of Black Kamen on the island, and was discovered by Yan Qing, who had the 'sound of the 'sound' Fei tool, and then was beaten away by many weapons, which the big demon has always cared about.

Afterwards, Gintama sent Griffith a video footage taken by the relevant equipment, and although the intruder in the video was humanoid, the way he subconsciously acted and the blood that flowed out after his injury was the same as the green-skinned monster that Griffith killed, but the individual strength was stronger. It should be the first generation of the so-called phantom demon.

This impolite behavior of the phantom demon was a little too jumpy for Griffith, who appreciated his duty. Over the years, he has cultivated his self-cultivation, likes tolerance, and gives people opportunities, but he is not patient every time.

"Jiqing hasn't slept yet, I'll check the bed later, I'll go back first."

After saying this, Griffith turned around and walked back to the wooden door on the rooftop, which opened to emit a warm light. Tian Chen stood in the cold wind of the winter night, unfolded the map, and looked at it silently with his head lowered by the distant street lights: "In this way, I'm afraid I really have to step up my actions......

After a long time, he rolled up the map and put it in his arms. The man looked up in the dark blue wind of winter, and his dark and cold eyes looked into the distance.

"I hope this winter, it's not too cold......"

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The entire Shangdao City is 32 million square kilometers and has a population of more than 60 million, relying on the strength of a few people to find out the deliberately hidden phantom demons and Nie Zhen from the entire Shangdao, which is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

The big demon took a sip of strong tea and folded the corner of the Shangdao Morning Newspaper that was erected and spread out, revealing half of his cheeks with black sunglasses.

On the opposite side of Griffiths, the captain named Tian Chen was eating breakfast seriously with his head down.

I have to admit that Captain Tian Chen is modest and soft, and he is the type that people can't hate. But after a few days of carpet-like high-intensity searching, the big demon began to miss the time when Liang Qiu's wisdom used brainwave control to control a large number of creatures and birds to search for the city: "Sure enough, there is a specialization in the art industry." ”

But dear Captain Liang Qiu is now on the sidelines, and when Griffith called yesterday, the voices of the people with poor signals were trembling.

But then again, without Liang Qiu's wisdom, this world would still be turning.

The Black Mask Mercenary Group, which Griffiths created with Gintama alone, has been growing well since it opened a branch on Ueshima. Because Griffith has a good relationship with Kwon Jichi, what he has done in recent years has also released restraint and kindness to Kwon Jichi to a considerable extent.

And to tell the truth, the personal relationship between the big demon and Liang Qiuzhi is good, and Quan Jichi is also sheltering the latter intentionally or unintentionally, which has created a stable environment for the development of the black mask.

Today, the scale of the black mask has grown to a very large number, excluding civilian personnel, and the number of people has exceeded 5,000. But Griffiths hid these people on weekdays, only showing people a thousand people on the surface, looking like they were about to rise, and even the people who gathered Chi were kept in the dark.

This rapid development momentum has created an unimaginable opportunity for the black mask to reverse the trend. Gintama is a decisive man, and during Griffith's absence, he quickly swept away the entire underground world of Ueshima with an iron fist, and built a huge and unimaginable intelligence network based on it.

Since ancient times, rats have rat paths, and snakes have snake paths. Whether it is the Criminal Affairs Department or Quan Jichi, they all have their own sources of intelligence systems, and the big demon likes to call it an information exchange port under the sun.

But now these sources of information are deliberately blinded by people with intentions, and everyone is constantly going around in circles. Griffith thought it was time to put to work this city-wide intelligence network, built on the roots of the city's ruffians, lurking in the shadows.

When Gintama ordered the Black Kamen's intelligence system to collect information from Phantom Demons and Nie Chao throughout the city, the Criminal Affairs Department's control over the entry and exit of long-distance buses, planes, ferries, and even private cars was gradually strengthened, and even the courtyards of several wealthy people with private jets and tarmacs on the island were quietly secretly surveilling.

Since ancient times, there has been no airtight wall, and the combination of black and white, which really made Griffith find some clues.

The clue was provided by a red-haired young man who was watching the scene in a nightclub, this person was thin and thin, with tattoos on his face, and he looked like a delinquent teenager at a glance. This young man is a member of the new and rapidly rising gang Wanqing, the leader of an underground organization called Wanqing, a middle-aged woman in her forties, who has inherited the inheritance of her deceased husband, and is still fat and charming.

After the female boss gained a firm foothold on the one-third of an acre of land on the island, she went to the side of the black mask to worship the mountain with great interest. While gaining the recognition and protection of Gintama, he naturally became a part of Gintama's eyes in the underground world.

The red-haired young man, because he worked in a nightclub and heard what was ordered from above, thought of the other day, two tall and thin young men rented the underground garage of the nightclub at a high price, but no one parked in.

Although the matter is small, no matter what, there is indeed something strange, and the current situation is that it is better to kill by mistake than to misplace.

When Griffith met the red-haired young man, he was being pushed into this luxurious box by four or five muscular hunk men who were so strong that they exploded.

Those four or five tall, muscular men, they were members of the standing team of the Black Mask. Because most of them are criminals and have killed people, they look a little vicious.

The thin and weak social youth Xiao Hongmao was pushed in a few handfuls like a bean sprout, and he was afraid and shrunk into a ball. He didn't know what was going on at this time, but he saw that in the box, there seemed to be four or five strong men in black suits, lined up in two rows, one on the left and one on the right, standing neatly on the side. The bulging jacket reminded him of dangerous things like guns.

In front of the man in the black suit, the boss of Wanqing, who is also the devil-like boss of the poisonous scorpion in the heart of the red hair, has completely lost his usual charm and pretentiousness, and is bending over with a straight face, whispering something to the young man sitting on the sofa in the box, humbly and meekly. When he saw the red hair coming in, he only glanced at it faintly.

The man kept his head down, and when the graceful master finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the woman retreated. It wasn't until the red hair was pushed hard that the young man raised his eyes slightly: "You are the red hair?" ”

The young man sat on a soft sofa with a soft voice and held the table with one hand. He asked, but his voice was not high, and he didn't have too many questions.

But the red hair still replied very quickly.

"Positive...... Exactly the little ......"

The young man's expression remained unchanged, his fingers touched the table, picked it up, and put it in front of his eyes. The man spoke slowly: "Listen to someone, you have found something, tell me about it." ”

The thin red-haired mood was even more apprehensive, and when he came in, he was actually frightened by the oppressive and huge battle. At this time, the young man sitting on the sofa spoke slowly, he was afraid in his heart, his legs were weak, and he said everything he knew: "Little ...... The small one is the ...... of the nightclub at midnight tonight Guard. The day before yesterday, at two o'clock in the night......"

The red hair didn't know much, and it didn't take long to finish telling what he knew, including his own cranky guesses. He stood there restlessly, his head bowed, not daring to look directly at the young man directly across from him.

Griffith, who was sitting directly across from the red hair, pinched his chin at this time, thinking about the red hair's words, he seemed to think of something, tilted his neck to the left, and in the faint light of the box, he opened his mouth to ask.

The young man nicknamed the red haired man bowed his waist in a very humble manner and told everything he could know and hear. The man sat on the couch and listened quietly, without saying a word, and his eyes looked at him, which was disturbing.

After a while, he slowly stood up, flicked his cuffs, and walked towards the door of the box.

I heard that this person is a high-level person with a black mask, and he is a big man. There are not many words and behaviors, which naturally produce a sense of distance and even pride. As he passed by the red fur, the man turned his head indifferently and reached out to pat the latter's shoulder.

As he approached the door of the box, Griffith pulled a strap of sunglasses from his suit pocket, pushed the door open, cut his hair, and disappeared from view.

Then, the black-masked elites with guns in the box withdrew in an orderly manner. Behind them, a woman named Liu Wanqing stood up, bowed and bid farewell to those murderous black-clothed men. The atmosphere was very serious.

However, when only the last man in black was left in the box, the former special forces captain in a black suit and sunglasses, and now the leader of the third standing group of the black mask, a sturdy bald man, walked to the jujube wood table in the middle of the box.

He slammed the things in his hand on the table, it was a small black suitcase, the man opened the lock, lifted the lid of the suitcase, and did not speak, but pushed it over, revealing the full shell inside.

"Well done......"