On the kitchen counter, the oden in the pot is bubbling hot, and the aroma of food wafts through the air.

Chiyo Morimoto didn't give him liquor or shochu, but took out a can of beer and put it there as usual.

This low-alcohol beer doesn't taste much different from a drink.

For those who don't like to drink, they can only taste bitterness in one sip.

And for those who like to drink, you can taste a hint of wheat from the bitterness.

"We won't get drunk tonight~"

Chiyo Morimoto turned his head sideways, his long black hair slid down his shoulders, his red lips were wet with wine, and his eyes seemed to be electrified, and a trace of electricity hit Aozawa's heart.

"No problem."

Qing Ze nodded and decided to accompany her to have a good drink, so that this one could relieve the depression in his heart.

Drinking as a worker is not so much a hobby as it is to vent his unhappiness.

He lifted the can of beer and touched Chiyo Morimoto's goblet, "Cheers!" ”

"Cheers."

Chiyo Morimoto replied, raised her slender swan-like neck, and drank the shochu in the cup.

"Whew~" Like the mysterious sound of the woods at night, she spat out a mouthful of air wrapped in a strong aroma of wine and blew it on Qingze's cheeks.

With a smile in his eyes, he was obviously deliberately teasing like this.

Qing Ze glanced at her, put down the empty beer can and said, "Come, eat a piece of meat slowly." ”

He picked up a piece of beef and put it in Chiyo Morimoto's bowl.

"Scumbag."

"Hey, Chiyo, this situation should call me a warm man, right?"

"The gentleness of stepping on a few boats is called scum."

Chiyo Morimoto replied with a smile, picked up the meat, pointed at him and said softly: "You little villain~"

Looking at Chiyo Morimoto as if he was drunk, Aosawa shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, you can call it whatever you want." ”

……

The two chatted while eating.

It's seven o'clock, it's getting dark outside, and the oden is still not over, and ingredients are still being added to it.

"That guy Ito is so disgusting, he smells of disinfectant all over his body.

I didn't say anything about her, she actually said that my perfume smelled bad and that my nose was really wrong. ”

Chiyo Morimoto turned on the complaint mode, from his colleagues in the task force to his bosses Dickie and Ponte, and then complained about the busy workload.

But she wasn't drunk enough to talk casually, and she never revealed what she did.

Aosawa looked at Chiyo like this, and it was obviously impossible to go outside for a night run today.

"Good, good, she's not a good person."

Aosawa responded, sandwiching a piece of meat into his bowl and using the ability to pause time.

A gray filter looms over you for a moment.

Chiyo Morimoto froze in the expression of the open mouth.

Qing Ze sat there, curled his defensive force field into an arm and extended outward from the open balcony, and then turned another corner and soared straight into the sky.

When he reached 100 meters, he stopped continuing to let the defensive force field go up, but instead manipulated the defense force field to separate tentacles and radiate towards Honshu Island, like a huge fireworks that exploded in the air.

However, unlike fireworks, the defense field does not disappear quickly.

Aosawa lands the tentacles of the defensive force field on buildings in major cities and villages across the island, and then activates the catalyst sense.

In an instant, images larger than ever before flooded into my mind, even exceeding the intensity of the first week.

With the force field tentacles as the center, the buildings within a radius of one kilometer became his eyes and ears.

But Qing Ze's brain didn't perceive the pain, and his desireless mentality allowed him not to care about those noisy sounds, but to filter the picture according to the keywords he had already thought of.

For example, the shoulder-length white blonde man has dark-skinned bodyguards and a horrific scar of burns on the left side of his face.

There are also strong men over two meters tall with explosive heads and sharp-beaked monkey gills.

White-haired, blue-eyed, well-dressed old American.

This information was revealed to him by Mei Ji of the Phoenix Academy, saying that it was Ponte and his bodyguards, as well as Dr. Dickey.

With this information, he was able to identify two main targets at the first time.

One was Dickey, who was alone in the archives, and the other was Ponte, who was having a meal.

The rest of the place quickly vanished, including the footage of Dickey, and the archives couldn't escape.

He left only a one-kilometer radius of Ponte, and maintained the sights and sounds of Honshu Island for a long time.

It's hard to bear with a desireless mentality.

Nine seconds had passed, the gray-white filter had disappeared from front of his eyes, and the mouth had returned to a bright red hue and said, "Let's cheer." ”

"Cheers."

Qing Ze replied, grabbed the beer can on the table, and drank it all.

At the same time, he quickly contracted his defensive field towards where Ponte was.

……

Ome City, Tokyo.

Crystal lamps hang at the top, releasing warm lights, and speakers full of modern technology play a symphony of fate.

Ponte sat in a high-backed chair, ready for dinner.

For reasons of secrecy, he did not bring too many servants with him, and everything was taken care of by Amaniaz.

Poon, Amaniaz uncorked the red wine and poured it into a goblet until half a glass was poured.

Ponte listened to the rousing symphony of fate, picked up a knife and fork, and cut a small piece of beef.

"Oh, don't!"

The woman's shrill screams rang out from the cell phone that had been placed before dinner, but instead of making Ponte feel noisy, it felt like it matched the current music.

The live broadcast on the mobile phone was started by Ruan Long, using the same method as at noon, letting Ruan Long broadcast live on the dark web, and then hiring thousands of fake fans to avoid anyone locking his location.

The so-called law does not blame the public, if there are so many people watching, Dio will find out, and it will be impossible to kill all those who watch.

He swallowed the beef and said with a smile: "Ruan Long's methods have not regressed at all." ”

Amaniyaz frowned slightly, unable to comprehend this one's interest.

A man in a palatial mansion, listening to a symphony of fate, enjoying Kobe steak and wine, should have watched some artsy show.

I just want to watch a live broadcast that is enough to make people vomit when eating, but I still feel that it is delicious.

"Looking at those yellow and white things like an open faucet outward, can you eat it?"

"I don't understand, the suffering of others is the most delicious spice, and that woman is tormented and hit by a lot of water.

As a result, the yellow and white flowed out, and the filthy appearance set off the elegance of my current life.

You say, why am I not interested in watching it?

The smell won't come to me. ”

Ponte explained with a smile, and he took a sip of the red wine.

Amaniaz's ears moved, and he turned his head sideways and said, "It seems that there is someone!" ”

Ponte shook his head with a smile and said, "Amaniyaz, don't you do such a childish thing, thinking that this will scare me?"

Dior's ability to gather information is at a distance.

Unless he attaches great importance to me and searches the land inch by inch, in his heart, my position should not be as heavy as that. ”

Although Ponte was proud, he still knew that Dior could not search every inch of Tokyo in order to find him.

He is not that important.

Amaniaz said with a solemn expression: "It's not a joke, you see, my hands are already shaking, something is staring at us!"

Here he is! ”

The sudden raised tone instantly broke the leisurely atmosphere and filled the tension, and the smile on Ponte's face gradually subsided, and even the red wine and steak in his mouth became unfragrant.

"Let's go!"

He chose to trust this person's instincts, and he didn't care about eating, so he immediately dropped his knife and fork, turned the ring in his hand with his left hand, and called the Fifth Air Force at the Yokota base to come over.

……

"Ahh

A piercing scream pierced through the wall and reached the dining room, causing Ponte to chuckle in his heart.

Amaniaz said with a solemn face: "It's late, he's already outside the door." ”

Boom, Ponte swallowed his saliva, he really didn't expect that Dior would value him so much.

Searching for an inch of land? Or did Dior have unknown means of gathering intelligence?

"So my position is so important."

He muttered, hoping for the former rather than the latter.

Bang!

This frightened Ponte almost jumped out of his chest, and he saw that the heavy door suddenly flew up, rolled in the air a few times, and smashed on the ceiling, and the crystal chandelier shook rapidly.

The door fell heavily to the ground, stirring up dust.

Ponte stared at the doorway, empty, unable to see anything.

"Dior, is that you?"

Ponte shouted.

Amaniaz's heart was pounding, and his eyes searched the ground and walls for the slightest sign of a human being walking.

But he couldn't see anything.

The living room was still empty, and there was no one but him and Ponte.

Even the blanket on the ground showed no signs of being trampled on, and the hair was still upward.

Where are the people?

Amaniyaz thought to himself that if he couldn't even see the enemy, he really wouldn't have the slightest strength to resist.

Ponte said with a calm face: "Dior, you can't kill me.

Once you kill me, the self-destruct program hidden on me will work, and you will die with me. ”

"It's useless to say anything now, the hungry tiger has already set its sights on its prey, so it can only fight hard!"

The feeling of danger did not go away, and Amaniaz grabbed the wine bottle on the table and spilled the red wine around.

The bright red wine landed directly in front of it, and did not land quickly, like someone standing there, the liquid slowly descending, faintly outlining the outline of a person.

Instead of fighting, Amaniyaz threw the bottle forward.

Syllable.

A colorful diamond-shaped brilliance suddenly appeared in the sight of the two, and the originally intact wine bottle broke, and pieces of broken wine bottles turned into deadly blades.

Amaniyaz grabbed the cloth on the table and rolled it upwards suddenly, shaking his right arm, using dexterity to wrap the fragments in it and dissolve it.

Four or two thousand pounds, this is the kung fu of a certain eastern country.

The force on the shards was clearly not as terrifying as that of Pavao's, and the superpower was likely to determine the strength of the rebound based on his attacks.

Coming to this conclusion, Amaniaz hooked the table with his right foot and kicked forward, and the man turned and grabbed Ponte's waist, his body as agile as a cat, and jumped out of the window, intending to buy time for the fighters to support.

(End of chapter)