[Wish: 60]

Shuiichiro Noguchi was sweating profusely, but now he didn't dare to wipe the sweat with his palms, any movement would be dangerous, so he had to look straight ahead with his eyes stunned.

Mitsuhashi has 'disappeared', and now he is left alone.

Aren't zebras, cows, cows and cats right?

No, what white lines on a black background, black lines on a white background are purely just an excuse for the monster on the opposite side to want to kill!

The scales and weights are in the hands of the monster.

There's still a pistol in the drawer, and as long as you're fast enough, you might be able to shoot the monster in front of you before it reacts.

But.

Shuiichiro Noguchi abandoned this stupid idea, would bullets work against such monsters?

"Hey, it's boring, you're so stupid."

Mito Hayato looked at the Wish Power in front of him, which was beating to sixty, and a little tiredness came out of his body.

Side effects of muscle control are on the horizon.

"No more playing." Mito stood up again, looking down at Shuiichiro Noguchi condescendingly.

The shadow of the huge body shrouded Noguchi's entire body in darkness.

Stopped playing? Do you mean to kill yourself on the spot?

"Hey!" Shuiichiro Noguchi gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.

He suddenly copied a fruit knife from the side and looked at his palm viciously.

"Click!"

Hand up and knife down!

A finger was cut off in blood, lying on the ground like a bloody white worm.

Shuiichiro Noguchi grabbed his fingers on the ground and carefully handed them to Mito Halfato.

This is the ultimate 'etiquette'.

If you do something wrong, you have to cut off your finger to apologize.

Even in some Yakuza organizations, newcomers are required to cut off their fingers as a sign of loyalty when they join the Yakuza Society.

Shuiichiro Noguchi now has only six complete fingers on both hands, and he has done three 'wrong things' in the first half of his life.

He is an out-and-out ruthless person.

Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, Shuiichiro Noguchi said respectfully: "I will take care of the aftermath for you, the bastards in the house and outside the house will die well, and their families will not cause you trouble unreasonably." ”

"Please trust my abilities."

"Three to four thousand people die every day, and there are not a few missing."

"No one will ever know what's going on here...... No, nothing is happening here. ”

Knock out the front teeth and swallow it in the stomach.

This is the current situation of Shuiichiro Noguchi, who was knocked on the door and killed in the company, but he still had to bow his head.

Even if you bow your head, it is unknown whether the other party can let you go.

Man is a sword, I am a fish.

Shuichiro Noguchi is all too familiar with this feeling, a few decades ago he was just a teenager living in the countryside, stunned to break into Tokyo before the bubble crisis.

In that piece of broken light, from the bottom of the gangsters climbed to the small head of the organization, the middle-level cadres, the founder of a financial company, and the boss of a big business......

The situation of nine deaths and one life, the nervousness of the boss at the first time, was imprisoned several times and then released, and almost became a ghost who took the blame for the dead.

It is precisely because of the hard-won that he cherishes it extraordinarily.

“……”

Mito Hayato looked at Shuichiro Noguchi carefully, and he took a step forward and crushed Shuiichiro Noguchi's severed finger.

"I don't need this." Mito Hayato looked at Shuiichiro Noguchi coldly, no longer laughing at the game just now.

"Take your trench coat off."

"Hey!"

Shuiichiro Noguchi couldn't suppress the surprise and snorted!

didn't kill himself directly, there is still room for things to turn around!

Although the transcendent have power beyond human beings, they are still afraid of the power of the law, just like their extreme organization.

Compared to ordinary people, they can make a little 'small mistake'.

Taking Shuiichiro Noguchi's trench coat, Mito Hayato walked out of the office and walked to the elevator under the frightened eyes of the survivors.

"Crunch."

Stepping on the blood in the corridor and running over several people who were already dead, Mito was a humanoid heavy tank.

"It hurts, it hurts......"

The gangsters who had framed the picture in the hallway were sitting in the corner, and they hadn't slowed down.

"The drill will be returned to you."

"Thank you...... Thank you. ”

…………

"Mito-kun."

Lost Island Ai looked at Mito Hayato who came out of the building in surprise, and she didn't hesitate to greet her.

Mito's body shape has returned to normal, and he is wearing Noguchi's coat.

Office workers in and out of office buildings are accustomed to this kind of scene.

"Blood on your face."

"It's their blood, I'm fine......" Mito's tone sounded weak, but he held his body strongly, "It's settled, let's get in the car." ”

Waving a taxi, Hayato Mito took Koi Lost Island's hand and sat in the back seat.

"Go to Kawaguchi City, Saitama Prefecture." As he spoke, Mito Hayato took out two Yukichi Fukuzawa from his coat.

As soon as he sat back in his chair, Mito closed his eyes.

Tired, painful, muscles all over the body trembling and cramping.

Brother Toyu's muscle control is really not something that ordinary people can bear, after all, in "Youyou Hakusho", Brother Toyu is the ceiling of human strength, and if it is Brother Toyu's demon form, how much burden should it be?

But that's certainly not something that can be drawn from a D-rank card pool.

"Okay."

The taxi driver looked curiously at Mito Hayato from the rearview mirror.

The young face was wearing a trench coat, and I could vaguely see that there was nothing in it.

Looking at the words Zebra Financial Company written on the wall of the floor, the taxi driver who has to deal with different groups of people every day instantly understands.

Enterprise-level old brother understands.

Another poor person who owes the dark gold debt of the Jidao organization, he must have been taken to the company by Jidao Yakuza and beaten up!

He was humiliated and beaten by taking off his clothes, and the blood on his face was proof of this.

How could the state allow such an organization to exist legally, and it would be miserable for ordinary citizens like themselves and young people in the back of the car.

The young people in the back row must be beaten to death!

But since he has been taught a lesson by the Extreme Dao Organization, how can he still have two 10,000 yuan bills on his body? It's confusing, it's confusing.

Lost Island Love clenched Mito Hayato's hand, but Mito's palm, which was full of blood, was so cold.

It's like a cold north wind in winter.

Crooked.

Mito Hayato suddenly fell to the side and lay on his side on the lap of Lost Island Koi.

After a while, a faint whirring sound sounded faintly.

Lost Island Love's thighs tightened, and he sat precariously looking ahead.

She let go of Mito's hand in fright, and carried it in the air, not knowing where to put it.

"It's good to be young......"

The taxi driver driving on the right-hand drive touched his sparse white hair, a little envious of the young man's vitality.

Even if he was beaten by the extreme, as long as he gritted his teeth and pushed through, there was still a better tomorrow waiting ahead, not to mention the company of his girlfriend, but this bitterness and gorgeous youth were too far away from him.

“……”

Looking at Mito's sleeping appearance blankly, Ai Shijima put down his palm and gently wiped the blood stains on his face, carefully arranging Mito's somewhat messy hair.

I don't know what brand of shampoo Mito use, but it smells so good.

This winter is bitterly cold, but fortunately it will pass.