Ms. Quan, who is male

After using Sharingan to control the attacker, Izumi looked at the window that had broken a large hole and fell into a brief silence.

Should he just leave it alone? Or should he use illusion to fill this hole?

Quan Zheng was thinking about how to deal with the problem of the hole in the window when he suddenly heard a "bang".

“…”

The white coat wrapped the spring like a flame. Since the flame, a white and transparent skeleton arm appeared in an instant, and it easily grabbed the small attacking at high speed like a mosquito.

Little bullet.

As soon as the hand clenched into fists relaxed, the bullet fell on the floor covered with glass fragments.

Quan glanced at the bullet without any movement, then looked up at the window, where the bullet had just been fired.

With the blessing of the Sharingan, his eyes were much better than usual, so he quickly locked the guy with a gun.

At this time, the blonde man lying on the floor seized the opportunity to turn over and get up, and quickly grabbed something from the table next to him. Then he ran a few steps, jumped, and jumped directly from the window he had just entered.

.

Izumi manipulated Susanoo to catch people almost at the same time.

"Bang"

Another gunshot.

Dazhang subconsciously pulled back the grabbing hand and instead blocked the bullet.

But surprisingly, the bullet unexpectedly turned a corner in the air, cleverly bypassed the skeleton's arm, and directly attacked Quan's calves.

But this time the bullet still failed to hit him, but was blocked by a rib-like skeleton...or in other words, a white barrier covering it.

Looking at the white barrier thinner than the window glass, under the impact of sniper bullets, there was no trace of cracks.

"hiss--"

Twain took a breath of air conditioning.

"It's true."

Tom, a supernatural life form that had just manipulated the bullet to turn, appeared next to him with a "swoosh" and complained: "What the hell is that? You can't even penetrate it."

Another alien life form, Hak, looked at Twain calmly with his hands behind his back: "The cover mission has been completed, are we going to retreat too?"

"Enemy that cannot be injured even if it is hit... I still want to try to take people back. There is no way, retreat." Twain easily put away his sniper and gun.

Not long after, he met the staggering blonde man at the place he had agreed in advance.

"Is it okay?" Twain leaned his car against the side of the road. The blonde man who rushed over was sweating heavily and smiled reluctantly at him: "I didn't pay attention when I got down, and I sprained my ankle."

The blonde man got into the car and then breathed a sigh of relief.

He held a scroll-shaped thing in his hand, which was the goal of their operation.

Twain glanced at it and muttered, "Is it just this little thing?"

The blonde nodded: "When I went in, this thing was placed on the table next to him. You can't see it in that direction because it was blocked by his bowl."

"That's right..."

Twain did not doubt his partner's statement.

He used the high-power mirror on the sniper gun to see the blonde man breaking the window several times, then breaking in, and then clashing with the fountain inside.

Izumi glared at the blonde man, who fell to the ground with a trembling body as if he had seen something terrifying.

Twain felt it was very strange, but the group now had a slight understanding of Quan's extraordinary abilities. Except for the skeleton that seemed invulnerable to swords and swords, the other party's eyes seemed to have the ability to control the mind.

Regarding this question, a blonde man who has personally experienced it described: "It feels a bit like an abstract ability to affect one's impression or senses in the hearts of others."

"Huh? What's the specific one?" Twain asked curiously.

"Originally, when I saw him, he was defined as 'a character with a mission goal', 'a guy who might be blocking the completion of the mission', but when he looked at me with those strange eyes, when I saw him,

It's like seeing what I fear the most."

After the blonde man said, he added: "You know, people can't move when facing something that is scared from the bottom of their hearts. Strangely, except for looking at me, he didn't seem to do anything to me.

, but I felt that he surpassed what I had feared in the past and ranked first in my fear."

"Eh?" Twain dragged his voice novelly.

"And, as long as he takes his eyes away from me, I don't feel that way." The blonde man scratched his cheek and said the last sentence of Izumi's ability that he had experienced personally.

"Is it actually such a supernatural ability?" Twain touched his chin, "What's going on with his sniper and guns that can't even penetrate the skeleton..."

"I don't know this." The blonde shrugged.

"Oh, my mind is about to explode. In short, the mission has been completed. Let's go back to our temporary stronghold first!" Twain said carelessly with a smile on his face.

"Um."

However, what Twain did not notice was that the blonde man sitting next to him closed his eyes, seemed to close his eyes and rest, but in fact, he covered up the flash of red light in his eyes in time.

The scroll they took back was soon handed over to their boss, the leader of the group, Francis Fitzgerald.

"Although I have seen it in the photos..." Fitzgerald sat behind his desk, leisurely unbuttoning the rope on the scroll, "The secret about the 'book' is hidden in such a small picture

It's really incredible in the small scroll."

As he said that, he opened the scroll.

But the moment he opened his eyes, his eyes slightly widened, his expression seemed a little surprised, as if he had seen something strange.

In fact, the same is true. On the scroll he snatched, there were a few strange papers like talismans that he couldn't understand.

"This is what records the secret of the book? But... what is this?" Fitzgerald naturally uncovered a picture and checked it, but the sloppy handwriting and runes on it actually made him confused.

Water. The only thing you can understand is the word "burst" located directly above the paper.

"Breaking?" Fitzgerald frowned, and a bad feeling quietly came to his heart, "Is it..."

His eyes suddenly widened.

As if time has been calculated, all the talismans are spontaneously ignited without fire.

"?!" Not only him, but even the Twain and the blonde man who were still standing in the room were shocked.

Fitzgerald quickly grouped the scrolls together and threw them out the window with all his strength like a baseball.

Almost the second after the thing was removed, the scroll exploded in mid-air.

The shock waves generated by the explosion shattered the surrounding glass windows, and the rolled airflow blew away the thickly bound documents on the desk. The paper flew and made a "rattle" sound, and finally, it hit the ground with a "bang".

On the floor.

At this moment, Fitzgerald and Twain's attention were attracted by the explosion just now, but unexpectedly, the blonde man's eyes turned into a strange red pupil with five petals at that moment.

And his eyes at this moment fell on the thick document with the words "Strategic Plan" written on the home page.

About an hour later.

"Detonation Talisman, I hide the stuff that I'm holding onto the bottom of the box in the seal scroll, I hope they like it."

It can be regarded as a small "return gift" to those guys who sent people to cause trouble for themselves several times.

Quan Pu Chin lay on the bed, eating the grapes in the bowl while watching the cartoon. His raised legs swayed from time to time, like a child who had not grown up.

With a "ding" sound, the phone reminded him that he had received a new email.

Quan picked up his phone and looked at it. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he looked very good.

"It's the next stage of combat plan... Should I send a copy to Mr. Dazai?" He clicked, glanced quickly, and said to himself, "But only one of the detective agencies knows, yes, yes, yes,

Wouldn't the Port Mafia be very unfair?"

He rolled on the bed, accidentally touching his sore waist, and couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

So he grinned and cursed the culprit again.

Interestingly, he had just finished talking bad things about the other party, and the man called his phone with one call. Quan was so scared that his hands trembled and his phone slammed straight into his face.

"oops!"

Quan rubbed his nose that was hurt and muttered, "This is also a harmful spirit in the Central Plains", while answering the phone reluctantly.

But what he didn't expect was that the simple greeting was over, and the first sentence of Zhongyuan Nakaya was to ask for punishment: "Are you talking bad about me?"

"No!" Quan subconsciously retorted, his voice rising unconsciously.

After he finished saying this, he realized that his reaction was too fast and his tone was too stiff, and there was something wrong with it as soon as he heard it.

Sure enough, Zhongyuan, opposite, was silent for a moment, and said in a subtle tone: "I said what happened to the constant sneezing just now? It was just a joke, but how could you, a little bastard, really say bad things about me?"

In a place where he couldn't see, the eyes of the spring who listened to this wandered and looked guilty. But he quickly realized that it was not the one who was in the wrong!

He rubbed his waist and said with confidence: "You are allowed to bully me, but you are not allowed to say bad things about you? My waist is still hurting!"

"...Cough." As soon as he talked about this, Nakaya Nakaya's tone became weaker, and he touched his nose and said, "I'll come back to buy you a cake."

"Five!" Quan bargained.

"No, you won't have a good meal if you have too many, at most two."

"Hmph!" Two or two is better than nothing.

After the flirting, Zhongyuan Zhong also took a look and found out that they had been in the form of the subject for more than ten minutes.

cough.

Why has it been so long since he had no feelings? Did he talk so much nonsense before?

He decisively turned the phone back to the point.

"Hmm? Do you ask if there are any suspicious guys wandering around?" Quan's first reaction was the broken glass in the living room.

So he said calmly: "Yes, he broke into the house..."

"What?!" Nakabara Nakaya was shocked and asked hurriedly, "Are you okay?"

"You'll finish listening to me." The little bastard who said half and hid half slowly added, "I've driven away by Susanoo."

"Is that true..." That's fine. Zhongyuan also breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he changed his voice, Zhongyuan Nakaya asked again: "Do you know which force the guy who attacked the sneak attack was?"

Which force?

Quan captured the part that he cared about from Nakaya's words.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling suspicious.

Now that the three societies are fighting, Hong Kong and black are the forces that belong to Central Plains, so it is naturally impossible to attack him. The detective agency has a good relationship with him. Even if he has broken off contact with him now, he will not attack him. The rest will send people to send.

The only one who came to attack him was to combine one force.

Such a simple truth should not be unclear in the Central Plains...

Could it be... other forces have penetrated in between?