Speaking of which, Shepard's regret for the City Hunter is that the length is still too short, although the manga has been serialized for six years, but considering that it is a comic, the output of the artist is limited, so the length of the six-year update is still too little, and sometimes Shepard even thinks that if Hojo Tsukasa and the old thief of Aoyama, who updated the Grim Reaper elementary school, can be better for decades.

Especially after the city hunter, Tsukasa Hojo also made an angel heart, although it is also an excellent manga, but the setting is not liked by many people.

Therefore, in this life, no matter what, he has to let Hojo Tsukasa more!

After taking Hojo Tsusa to eat and drink for a day, and going to the Kabuki Hall to collect style, Hojo Tsukasa and Shepard have become good brothers who talk about everything, and then, Shepard took out a contract.

"We're good friends, good friends, aren't we?"

"Yes, good friend!"

Tsukasa Hojo, who was surrounded by several beautiful mihimes and poured a lot of wine, nodded vaguely, at the moment his mind was full of Yukina's white son and plump legs, and he couldn't hear what Shepard was saying at all.

So, Tsukasa Hojo kept nodding his head there.

"That's right, good friends, good friends for life!"

"Okay, good friend, then you have to do what you promise!"

"No problem, I will do it, wrap it up with me!"

Then, Shepard shoved a pen into the other party.

"So, sign this thing!"

The contract that Shepard took out was prepared a long time ago, and inside it was an update guarantee, requiring Tsukasa Hojo to update at least 700 words of City Hunter in a row, and the final ending must be warm and touching, otherwise he would be hung in the sky by a helicopter with his bare ass and fly around Tokyo!

"What is this?"

"Good thing, I won't lie to you!"

Hojo Tsukasa wanted to read this bilingual document in English and Japanese, but at the moment everything he saw in his eyes was ghosted, and he couldn't see the content clearly, so he could only reluctantly hold the pen, and with the help of Shepard, he signed his name crookedly, and pressed a handprint by the way.

"Roar!"

Shepard, who got the file, just wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, the original city hunter Hojo Tsukasa only did 336 words, even if it was adapted into animation, there were not many theater versions, but now, he had to double, according to the general water injection routine of moving and changing comics, and finally made an 800 episodes of animation and ten theater versions It's still a trivial matter, after all, there are no less than twenty Death elementary school students light theater versions!

As for whether this document has the force of law or not, it no longer matters to Shepard, or rather, to someone like him!

Then, the next morning, when Tsukasa Hojo came to his senses and was still suffering from a hangover headache, there was another knock on his door.

Then, before he could react, the door was violently slammed open, and armed men dressed in black rushed in, put a hood on him, and took him out.

Tsukasa Hojo himself lived in a secluded place, with no neighbors nearby, so no one noticed the situation, and he himself was powerless to struggle, so he could only be dragged into the car.

And then!

"Surprise, how's it going? Are you scared?"

Looking at Shepard who appeared in front of him, Hojo Tsukasa touched his pants and found that they were still dry, and he was immediately relieved.

"It's okay, it's just a little exciting!"

"There's even more exciting!"

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't we say it last night, in order to help you draw inspiration and master the first-hand material, I am going to take you to collect style!"

"Bridge bean sacks!"

Hojo only felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he stretched out his palm to face Shepard.

"When did I say that?"

"Just last night, when you drank the tea wakame wine!"

"We did this again last night?"

"Not only that, but this!"

Shepard took out the photocopied document and handed it to the other party.

"This, this can't ......."

Tsukasa Hojo saw that the number card couldn't even speak Japanese, and he stuttered for a long time.

"My cat's eye three sisters also drew 73 chapters!"

"I know!"

"You asked me to draw 700 words?"

"Yes, you can! With my help, I can do it!"

Shepard waved his hand at the door, and then Hojo saw his editor cautiously running over and handing him a large bag.

"Hojo-kun, I've already packed your luggage, and the people who repair the door will come to the door immediately, so you can go and collect wind with confidence!"

Then, without waiting for Tsukasa Hojo to speak, the editor closed the car door.

The car started and drove towards the airport, and then Tsukasa Hojo realized that he seemed to be tied to a thief ship!

"So where are we going?"

"Let's arrange for you to go to Africa first, after all, isn't the protagonist going to be a mercenary for a while, you can go and see what those real mercenaries are like! By the way, I'm going over there to take care of something!"

And because Hojo had already been to the United States to learn about firearms and apply it to the story, he had some inexplicable expectations for the African style that Shepard said.

Then, he found himself in another world, first on a military transport plane from Japan to Hawaii, from Hawaii to Los Angeles, and then to Miami, where he boarded a freighter called a black mermaid.

"Is this freighter yours too?"

"Yes, after all, mercenaries sometimes have a hard time transporting large luggage!"

"Then why, did you name the ship the Black Mermaid, and what does that mean? Like Blackbeard and mermaids or something?"

"No, the reason for this name is that because in the triangular trade, there are many black people who are thrown into the sea by slave owners in the middle of the way, so the humans who live in it may think that the humans on the shore are like this, so they will turn into black mermaids to approach us!"

"Huh? I see that there are such considerations of historical details!"

Tsukasa Hojo suddenly realized, and it's no wonder that when he discusses the details of manga creation with the other party, the other party can always throw out a lot of ideas, this is the gap between people!

"But speaking of which, Mr. Shepard, are you really just interested in comics?"

"Otherwise, isn't making money just to satisfy your own interests, and if you can't even get what you like, then isn't this money made in vain?"

"Didn't you think about creating a character for you?"

"If you really want to create such a character, then please make me a villain!"

Shepard replied.