And here, the standoff continues.

"However, this guy is not the real boss either, he is just being pushed up as a scapegoat for the target." The young man's face was covered by a mask, and he said nonchalantly, "The real leader......"

He paused, his voice swirling on the tip of his tongue, and then the wooden warehouse in his hand turned in a different direction, aiming at the ordinary one of the masked men, his fingers slightly on the trigger.

"It's you, this gentleman over here."

"Among the fanatical believers, there are not only me and the sheep."

"You're worse than we are. Arrogant? Ah, is that so, does it make you happy to watch the guys around you get played around like stupid donkeys? It makes you think, ah, they are really all idiots, and the world is hopelessly rotten. ”

His words were like thunder on the ground, and there was an uproar. However, the members of the surrounding association were obviously more shocked than the stunned Nakahara.

- Fooled.

"W-What do you mean?" "He's the real leader?" "What are you kidding, are you trying to say that we were all tricked?"

Like fools, they kowtow to the stand-in and pray, prostrate and worship.

Others have tried to defend it.

"Even if the previous leader was a stand-in, the real Lord Asker must have his reasons for doing so! It must all be about saving the world! ”

"All the reasons in this world are nothing more than 'deception', 'concealment', or 'exploitation'." The black-haired boy smiled and said, "Why don't you come and ask your dear 'Asker'?" ”

All eyes were on the man.

The man was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed, the corners of his mouth almost reaching the base of his ears, revealing his yellowed teeth.

"Idiots, a bunch of idiots."

He laughed, out of breath, as if he was about to laugh,

"Hahahahahaha You don't really believe that I want to save the world, do you? ”

"Then you're really stupid to me."

He laughed as he took off his mask, revealing his unremarkable face. With a slightly protruding hooked nose and deep-set eye sockets, it looks like a half-breed.

"First of all, I don't have any idea of saving the world, it's better to destroy this disgusting place sooner."

"It's all for myself, for my own pleasure. Looking at the idiots of the idiots, and the way the guys struggled like bugs, I couldn't help but get excited, and my scalp tingled. ”

"How good is that! How interesting! ”

The man laughed like a madman, he was more of a demon than a human.

"I see, is it a pleasure offender? It was much more boring than I thought. ”

The black-haired boy looked at his crazy appearance coldly, and his tone was sorrowful.

"To be honest, I don't have any interest in what you're doing – the mess you've caused in Yokohama has caused us so much trouble that I can't fish. As for a certain troublesome uncle who always refers to people, hehe, I wish him a bald head soon~"

In the face of the black-haired boy's taunt, the masked man stopped laughing, and his voice suddenly became calm and extremely cold.

"I'm curious—who are you?"

"Me?"

The boy seemed to smile, reached out and took off his mask, and ripped off his cloak as well, revealing curls as soft as black seaweed. The black-haired boy has a delicate face, eyebrows and eyes are like paintings, but he is not feminine at all.

It was obviously very good-looking, but it was wrapped in a thick bandage, covering most of it, revealing only one iris-colored eye.

However, the iris eyes did not have a trace of warmth, like a dead forest burned by a fire, so empty that nothing could be found.

Just looking at each other, the darkness is terrifying.

He pursed his lips slightly and whispered.

"Dazai...... Osamu Dazai. ”

"Well, it's not a very important thing anyway."

"That mark, in fact, is a single snake staff. In Greek mythology, Asclepius, the god of medicine, held a staff entwined with a snake and learned the recipe for a miracle medicine that brought the dead back to life. For this reason, the single snake staff, also known as the Staff of Asclepius, represents restoration and healing. ”

Osamu Dazai looked down and looked at the mask in his hand, which was carved with a vertical mark that ran through the folded curve.

"And he, or you, call himself 'Asker', from Asclepius, the god of medicine in Greek mythology. It's a mockery, it's a 'god of medicine' who represents recovery and healing, but in fact it brings disease and disaster. You'd better call it 'Ares'. ”

Ares is the god of war in Greek mythology, as well as the god of plagues.

War, with it comes disease.

Unconsciously, the half-race man who was targeted by Osamu Dazai with Kikuraguchi was completely empty, and his body was completely exposed to Kikuraguchi, and he looked like he could be pierced by bullets at any time.

But at this moment, no one dared to relax, completely tense their nerves, focusing on every move of the person in front of them.

"And Mr. 'Asker', can you answer my question?"

"—Your target, all violent organizations in Yokohama? No, it's boring to just target violent organizations. So the answer is already in your previous words - you are a pleasure offender, and as a pleasure offender, the most important thing is personal pleasure - the violent organizations that attacked Yokohama first were just to fool the believers here and make them worship the 'heroes' like idiots. And the "sheep" ......"

"Just a poor victim of your actions."

Osamu Dazai squinted at Nakahara Nakaya, who was so gloomy that he was almost dripping. Apparently he was aware of this as well.

The man smiled, but didn't hide it much, and replied bluntly.

"You're really smart, little one. For me, it's the same to kill anyone, and humans are all the same rotten anyway, and it's not a pity for everyone to die. The violent groups that attacked Yokohama first were just to make these idiots feel that everything I did was to eradicate the cancer and save the world. ”

"Maybe one thing is true - the world is full of miasma and devastation, and human beings are like viruses and cancer cells in the world."

"I'm starting with the worst and worst part of the tumor now, is it considered a good deed?"

"If I get rid of the rotten politics on top. Governing the family, killing the group of hypocritical fraudsters who are full of lies and will only deceive the people, is it considered to contribute to this society? ”

"Thinking about it this way, I may be a good guy~ Haha, this is also a kind of 'hero'!"

"Huh? Do you want to be a 'hero' like you? Less disgusting here. ”

Such a big statement is so unashamed that Zhongyuan Zhong can't listen to it.

War? Politics? He didn't bother to care about other messy things. His anger comes more from the use of the other party, and the attack on the "sheep" involves his companions. This completely annoyed Nakahara Nakaya.

Nakahara Nakaya just wants to beat up this bastard right now—and he did. Nakahara also rushed directly in the direction where the man was standing, and his fist locked on the guy's head.

He is better at using violence to silence people than words.

"Huh."

The man smiled, his eyes full of cold killing intent.

"—then kill you all."

Everyone here is his target.

Osamu Dazai's eyelids twitched, and without the slightest hesitation, he pulled the trigger on the opponent's left chest.

But the man, as if he had expected his actions, flashed in the opposite direction. Even so, the speed of the bullet is faster than the human reaction.

The golden bullet swirled, slicing through the air, crushing flesh and bones through the man's left arm.

In an instant, red blood spurted out and dripped down his arm to the ground, and the rich smell of rust wafted through the air. And Zhongyuan Zhongya, who was closest to him, was the first to smell the rich and pungent smell of blood.

Blood evaporates in the air and spreads in the form of a gas that fills the alveoli of each person's lungs. The itching sensation in my throat made me bend over and cough, and my body became hot, as if I was having a fever, and my head was dizzy and tingling.

The closest Zhongyuan Zhongzhong also has the strongest physical fitness, but even so, he couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing twice.

It's his supernatural ability. Nakaya Nakahara's mind flashed over the dark red envelope that Yuma Ichinose had shown him earlier, and he quickly understood the other party's ability.

"Ahem, ahem." "It's painful......" "Ahem, what's going on......"

For a moment, the coughing sound continued to sound, echoing in the abandoned factory.

Is it through blood.

Osamu Dazai glanced around, his eyes darkened, and his tone was slightly deep.

"Ahh......h