Tohoku region, Miyagi Prefecture, Sendai City.

A Honda private car is driving slowly on the highway in the city, the female driver is sitting in the main driver humming a tune, and a young girl wearing a hat sits in the seat behind her.

"Hum ~" is a country tune in the Tohoku region, and every Sendai person is familiar with it.

There is a world of difference between Sendai City and Kakuda City, even in the middle of the night, there are still pedestrians on the streets, and convenience stores seem to be really open 24 hours a day.

Sitting in the back row, Takahashi's pitiful pupils quickly swept over the flickering lights of the city.

The radio is playing some current affairs news of the island country today, which is generally nothing more than the private affairs of a certain star, and there are small advertisements for the key parts of strong men, but the news broadcast on the radio today grabbed Takahashi's poor ears.

"Osaka...... Establishment of the Occult Countermeasures Division......"

"I, Takeo Shoubu, swear ...... again"

That's.

The corners of Takahashi's pitiful mouth hung arc, the world is too ridiculous.

With such power, he wants to protect the lives of ordinary people, does he believe it himself?

Or will the average person believe it? A life that has become very different from humans, declares to protect the safety of a group of ants.

Takahashi pitifully sneered at the man's bold words on the radio, and he was already an inhuman existence, but he still had to obey the orders of the government and mingle with most people, how could there be such a fool in the world.

"Here, this is it, my sister will send you here today." The female driver of the car parked the car firmly on the side of the road and said pitifully to Takahashi in the back.

The car was parked in front of a one-family house on the outskirts of Sendai City, and the style of the bungalow, the financial strength of the head of the house can be seen from the exterior decoration, although it is not exaggerated to the level of a manor villa, but it is impossible to afford it without a certain economic strength.

"Hmm." Takahashi pitifully pressed the cap, got out of the car and walked into the bungalow.

"Ha, then I'm going home too, pay attention to safety on the road."

The female driver yawned and drove slowly away from the residential area.

When the illusion was lifted, she wouldn't remember that she had been here by car, and even if she remembered it vaguely, she couldn't understand why she was here, which was destined to become an incomprehensible blank memory in her life.

"Ding-dong."

Gently pressing the doorbell, the face of the head of the household was displayed on the small doorbell screen.

"Hello, may I ask Miss who are you?"

"Ruriko Ikegami." Takahashi pitifully whispered the pseudonym he used on the Internet.

"Miss Ikegami, please come in."

The horizontal fence slowly opened, and an old man with white hair stepped out of the bungalow and opened the door.

The old man was on crutches, and his body exuded a highly educated quality, like a nobleman.

Entering the house, Takahashi pitifully turned and closed the door.

This transaction is to be carried out in this hidden house.

"Miss Ikegami, your stuff ......"

"That's it."

Takahashi took out a white feather from his bosom and slowly lifted his face covered by his hat.

When he saw the feathers, the old man had a happy expression on his face, innocent as a child, but when he saw Takahashi's pitiful face, the old man was like a lightning strike, his smile stiffened on his face, and the whole person trembled.

"You, you, you......"

The old man was so frightened that he couldn't speak, he collected angel feathers, and he couldn't recognize the face.

"Five million yen, a feather."

Takahashi raised his hand pitifully, and white feathers flew out of his cuffs as if by magic.

Each one is worth more than five million, and just this moment has flown hundreds of millions.

In this world, the poor are always the mainstream, five percent of the rich occupy ninety-five percent of the property, and the original angel feather in the sky over Dituni was originally one million yen, but now it has been hyped to five million, and even this rapid upward trend has not stopped, this is destined to be a number game that ordinary people need to look up to.

And the price soaring and the black angel in Tsunoda City are inseparable, the power of the black angel is obvious to all, and the black angel's suicide book once showed that only half of the feather was torn, and people with a heart naturally associate Takahashi's poor change with that half of the feather.

Having feathers doesn't necessarily make you a supernatural, but it does increase your chances of becoming supernatural!

Takahashi can be a powerful angel, why can't we.

Even virtual currency can be speculated by people in a few years to increase in value, not to mention the feathers of angels, the amount scattered in the world will only decrease, not increase, and it is rarer than natural gold.

Countless experts believe that the economic value of these feathers is thousands of times more valuable than gold, antiques, real estate, and virtual currency.

Now it's just over $40,000, it's not expensive, it's not expensive at all, and maybe $4 million in the future!

Even though the government of the island country strictly controls the sale of feathers and cracks down on illegal smuggling, and confiscates a lot of feathers, these measures will only further make this "religious economy" more crazy.

Other countries wish that the more feather smuggling as possible, they will not cooperate with the crackdown of the island country's government at all, and even if they do, they will quietly arrest the successful smugglers in their own countries, and even go down to help the smuggling in person.

In this case, Takahashi went through many screenings on the Internet and finally chose a buyer in Sendai City.

But selling feathers?

How can it be.

Not to mention that she doesn't have the feathers of the primordial angel on her body, even if she does, it is something she uses to improve herself and save her father, and no matter how much money she has, she won't sell it.

"What's wrong? Don't need it? ”

Takahashi's tone was steady, feathers swirling around her body, sharp as knives.

"Need ...... Yes, need to ......"

The old man's body trembled, fear crawled all over his body and mind, there was no weapon against his body, but he did not dare to run away.

Just kidding, can ordinary people escape from the clutches of angels?

He's just collecting feathers for the adults behind him, so he won't take his life.

"Five, five million, good ......"

After a few days of silence, Takahashi finally figured out how to collect the feathers.

The efficiency of collecting one by one is too slow, and there is no need to think about collecting with money, where did she go to find so much money, and robbing by force is also a problem, in the intricate network, she just wants to snatch, and she doesn't know where to rob, not to mention that the official robbery caused by force is to commit suicide by fire.

After thinking about it, Takahashi pitifully decided...... Fishing.

Don't those rich people want angel feathers? How much do you want here, although it's not the feathers of the primordial angel, but you can be regarded as a humanoid angel.

The buyer contacted on the Internet is the target of Takahashi's pitiful target, how much does five million a piece collect, the other party has strong financial resources, and the side directly declares that he is not bad for money, and the huge acquisition volume represents that the other party is either a big consortium itself, or there is a consortium behind it.

Of course, it is not excluded that it is the official arrangement of eyeliner, but everything has to be spelled, is she still afraid of these things?

If you have money, you can't use the power of the official, and there will be no better fat pigs than this.

"Why don't you take me to see the master behind you?"

"Take the five million, it's your tip."

An angel feather fell to the palm of the old man's hand.