More than ten years ago, among Yakuza's special correspondents, there was a doll nicknamed "Qingyan".
She always wears leather jackets and jeans, and the metal flakes on her clothes sparkle with electricity. She has a cold expression on her face and doesn't smile much.
When she was a child, as a stray dog, she once stayed in the "Diva's Den" of a Yakuza bar for three months, just to get a chance to show off her ruthless talent. She could pick up a samurai sword and kill people with just one mouthful of food.
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She not only became the best container, but also the best fighting dog, completing the task better than the meat cutter or the assassin.
Now, she is wearing a light yellow printed kimono and a pair of wooden geta, and her name is Ayane Kumiko.
"Xinji, I will protect Xiaohe." She narrowed her eyes and said, "President Nagano, Miss Nagano, they will protect me."
"You take yourself too seriously. It doesn't make any difference whether you are alive or dead."
Nobuji raised his right hand, the yellow light filament on his thumb sizzled, and said to the two men next to him: "I'll do it."
The two men in black trench coats put away their monomolecular lines and retreated, leaving a fighting space.
"Xinji..." President Hongda whispered, but did not dare to say too much, "She is Qingyan after all..."
On the other side, Gu He climbed up from the floor. He wanted to help but couldn't do anything. He could only try to be clever and stay out of the way.
Before he could hide, and before Ayane Kumiko could say anything else, Shinji frowned and flicked out the monomolecular line of his right thumb, with an aestheticless movement like the roughest meat-cutting butcher in a slaughterhouse.
The thread, which was much thinner than a hair, refracted and mixed with the indoor light, sweeping across it.
It seems to be able to find the tiniest gaps in anything and cut things into pieces along these gaps!
Bang! When the filament passed by, a floor-to-ceiling fish tank placed next to the small sofa suddenly exploded, scattering glass fragments all over the floor and pouring water all over the floor. The tank full of ornamental fish jumped around on the marble floor.
Kumiko Ayane doubled over and rolled over, her clogs clattering on the floor as she barely managed to avoid the passing thin line.
Meat Cutter Occupational System, J-Level Program: Monomolecular Line
This procedure allows the meat cutter's finger nerves to grow extremely strong and elastic single-molecule nanofibers, which are hundreds of times stronger than steel wires of the same volume. Even industrial technology is difficult to achieve this.
The monomolecular wire has a symbiotic relationship with the meat cutter. Once removed from the meat cutter, its strength will be greatly reduced to a level similar to that of steel wire. Therefore, the meat cutter cannot act as a material producer and can only use it for its own use.
The meat cutter uses his own flesh and blood to provide heat energy, making the already extremely sharp single molecular line even sharper.
This program is actually very tyrannical, especially against low-level, non-physical combat extraordinary beings, almost killing them one by one.
Although the meat cutter is a side sect, he always has a scary image.
Moreover, the profession of meat cutter is one of the few side professions that has second-programmers and third-programmers.
A special correspondent cannot be just a programmer.
While Nobuji let out a few sharp shouts, he wildly waved the thin thread with his right hand and swept it towards the ground. Many ornamental fish were cut open, and the yellow light of the thin thread flashed with sharp shadows filled with blood.
Even the marble floor was cut open, revealing the wires buried deep inside.
Kumiko Ayane spun, jumped, side-floped, and rolled, barely avoiding the thin line of death every time. However, where she passed, not only the fish tank, but also the wine cabinet and TV screen on the wall were cut.
burst.
Gu He had already hid behind his desk and was watching this life-and-death struggle nervously, but he couldn't help but sigh:
Miss Ayin's movements and gestures are so graceful.
A dancer dancing on the crest of huge waves, and a runner parkouring between the rooftops of high-rise buildings in the city.
She is as light as a swallow, leaps like a shadow, and is not restrained at all by her kimono and clogs.
When the thin thread bounced back to Shinji's hand, it almost cut off President Hongda who was standing behind.
"Be careful!" President Hongda hurriedly scolded, "Don't damage all my things!"
Xinji pursed his lips tightly and only made a rough muffled sound. He suddenly stopped chasing the light swallow phantom, turned his right hand and waved, and the thin yellow light went towards Gu He behind the desk, bang bang!
The thin wires suddenly passed by, and the one-to-one shogun mold suddenly broke into several pieces and fell forward, and the wires inside exploded with magnetism.
Bang bang bang, the potted pine plant on the desk, the Santo computer, and the landline phone were all cut in half and fell down.
Gu He was covered in cold sweat. If he hadn't been so frightened that he couldn't stand on his feet and bent down to avoid it, he would have died.
"Xiaohe, pay attention to yourself!"
As Kumiko Ayane said this, she suddenly jumped up from the ground, and the steel claws that popped out from the fingers of both hands showed their cold light.
At this moment, her figure seemed to transform into various colors and sounds, as if she was no longer a biological form, but with her as the center point, a rainbow of ever-changing colors and a wave of sound exploded.
There were broken glass all over the floor, and each piece reflected a different Ayane Kumiko.
Each of them serves as a container, containing a color or sound, so it can be switched at will and ever-changing.
Doll career system, ace route Q-level program: Caixing Yinying
Shinji's eyes widened slightly, he had completely entered a colorful sound field, and his visual perception and body perception were all at a loss.
He seemed to see a thousand Ayane Kumiko, as if he could not see any one. She is here, she is there...
She is a container, one second she is red, the next second she is blue, one second she is a laser, and the next time she is a bomb.
One second she was a shogun, and the next she was a geisha.
Shinji was overwhelmed by the colorful sound. He frowned again, and instead of trying to distinguish which one was which, he pulled again with his left hand, pulling out more single-molecule wires from the silver ring on his right thumb, and flicked them all out.
Meat Slicer Occupation System, Q-Level Program: Rain of Minced Meat
Each single molecular line is stronger, faster, and has greater thermal energy.
They weave into a dense web, and even those with extraordinary jobs will be cut into pieces in a rain of flesh.
Suddenly, a female scream broke out, but it was the white-faced geisha who said angrily: "This is me!"
Shinji's eyes moved slightly, and he saw that the geisha's left shoulder and entire left hand had been chopped off. Blood was flowing like a fountain. The geisha's voice was strangely cold: "If I die, the data will be gone." She said.
First aid is needed, immediate first aid.
"It's not that fast." Shinji said in a deep voice, but no longer tried hard, and went to look at the wandering Ayane Phantom again, "Kumiko, with your nerves, how long can you last? One minute? Two minutes?"
President Hongda also said anxiously: "Kumiko, you will die if you do this!"
Her nerves can no longer fight like this. She will suffer a complete rupture and become brain dead.
"My nerves are broken, but they'll be just fine if I use them to take care of this trash like you."
Ayane Kumiko's words came out from the sound waves. She was here, and then there. Suddenly, the cold light drawn by the steel claws shone. Shinji subconsciously turned his right hand, and flicked the filament, whoosh, click.
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Several steel claws were cut off flatly, and sparks flew from the wires inside...
But there were still a few hands with steel claws that crossed each other and drew a bloody ×
Shinji screamed and took a step back. Large chunks of flesh were cut off his chest and both arms.
However, he did not fall down, nor did his body sway. As if the pain had been removed, the filaments quickly popped out in one direction.
She is there, that purple light is her.
Whoosh! The single-molecule filament brushed against something, and several strands of intertwined pink and light green hair broke and flew to the ground in a mess.
Blood spurted out at the same time, and a right palm with steel-clawed fingers flew out and fell to the messy floor.
The phantoms of color and sound suddenly disappeared.
Kumiko Ayane flipped backwards and landed on the edge of the desk. She knelt on her knees and supported the ground with her left hand, like a runner ready to sprint at any time. However, her right wrist, which had lost its palm, was bleeding profusely and fell to the ground.
On clammy marble.
At that moment, almost her entire head was cut off.
"Miss Caiyin..." Gu He called blankly, not sure whether she was still alive or dead.
"It's okay." Ayane Kumiko said softly, raising her eyes and still staring at Nobuji over there.
Nobuji stood there and was not in a hurry to harvest. He just said: "Kumiko, you have regressed too much. You are no longer that light swallow."
Everyone could tell that she really couldn't hold it anymore, her face was covered in cold sweat, and her eyes in her colorful pupils were gradually becoming a little distracted.
Even she herself knew that Nobuji was right.
At that time, Qingyan didn't need a large group, he could easily defeat ten or eight guys like Shinji by himself.
As soon as her steel claws pass by, the opponent will be broken into several pieces; but now, she does not have that kind of speed and strength.
She is no longer a six-speed gear, what she can do is not even as good as a three-speed gear.
Is it because she didn't want to be Qingyan at that time? Now, she has done it.
Qingyan is a street legend, and legends belong to the past. Now she is Kumiko Ayane, Licai’s boss.
"Go away." Shinji said, raising his feet and walking towards the desk, "Or, you and your container will die together."
"Do you think I will be afraid?" Ayane Kumiko smiled, a smile that Qingyan would not have.
Gu He's heart was in his throat. He saw the thick eyebrows getting closer and closer. Could it be that he and Miss Caiyin were really going to confess...
He just said that he couldn't fight, so he had to call Lorna, or maybe Sakai...
At this time, suddenly some hurried sounds came from the corridor outside from far and near:
"Mr. Kitano, the president and the others are discussing something!" "Mr. Kitano, please wait, we have already informed you!"
Whoosh, click, and the metal door of the office was cut open from the outside by a thin line of yellow light.
Everyone inside couldn't help but look at the door.
It was the old man Kitano! Gu He was surprised to see a short old man walking in from the outside. He had a short haircut, a paralyzed face, and small eyes full of fierceness. He was dressed in chef's casual clothes and held a black-handled samurai sword in his hand.
When the old man saw the chaos in the office, he was slightly surprised and asked in a gravelly voice: "What's going on?"
"Mr. Kitano!" Kumiko Ayane immediately shouted, feeling a little aggrieved, "This special commissioner Shinji wants to kill the middleman..."
Shinji stopped and looked at the approaching old man with cold eyes, "Mr. Kitano, please don't worry about the things here... This is a very important piece of data. To be sure, Kumiko's container must die..."
"Mr. Kitano..." President Hongda slowly hesitated to speak.
"Bastard!" the old man Kitano suddenly cursed. His paralyzed old face clearly showed no angry expression. He just pulled his muscles, but it made people shudder. "Young people are becoming more and more outrageous."
The grimace on Nobuji's face became even worse, but he lost his arrogance, "This data..."
Suddenly, the old man Kitano held a samurai sword in both hands. He rushed forward and slashed with the sword. With a click, he cut off the entire right hand of Shinji. The blade turned again and stabbed Shinji's chest, directly piercing it.
Got it through.
More blood fell on the floor, and Nobuji's right hand that released the monomolecular line was still trembling mechanically.
Behind the desk, Gu He was stunned, but Ayane Kumiko and President Hongda were not surprised.
"I'm on a mission..." Shinji held the katana stuck in his body with his left hand, and his strange face tightened.
"Fart, no matter what data it is, you can't do this."
The old man Kitano looked at Shinji angrily, then at the two men in black trench coats and the geisha doll standing over there.
"Kill the middleman? You are not worthy of being a Yakuza, right? Nobuji, get out!"
"Go back and tell Nagano that my son has been fucked and turned into a brain slave. He has become a complete waste. Santo violated the boundaries set with us. What do you mean by bringing him in? You bastard."
At the same time, Shinji's face was filled with almost irrepressible anger. The rapid blood loss and damage to his internal organs made him a little short of breath. As the old man Kitano pulled out the katana, blood spurted out again.
Shinji pursed his lips tightly, looked around, said nothing, picked up his right hand on the ground, and walked outside.
At that moment, the white-faced geisha and two other men in black trench coats who also picked up the hand quickly followed.
As for President Hongda, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, his scarred face tightened again. That boy from the Kitano family became a brain slave? This matter is even more troublesome.
The old man Kitano was carrying a bloody samurai sword. He couldn't find a sofa to sit on, and he became even more depressed:
"Shuzi called me this morning and told me that there was something wrong with that guy. He only talked about moving forward towards the goal. He didn't even care about his son. He was a waste. He was a waste. Even a college student wouldn't dare to cut beef. He was just such a waste."
The old man glanced at Ayane Kumiko and said reproachfully:
"Kumiko, you are also responsible. I have never liked Shuzi, a woman who only burdens her husband. You were too inferior at that time. What happened to Yakuza? If that waste was with you, this kind of thing would
It can't happen."
Ayane Kumiko's face was even more complex and ugly, "Mr. Kitano, have you confirmed it?"
"I don't want to go." Old man Kitano muttered, "If you don't come back once a year, if something happens, I'll have to wipe his ass, a college student."
Gu He looked at the blood on the ground, the pieces of flesh left behind by the fragments and stumps, and looked at Miss Caiyin's severed hand and wrist that was still bleeding. Should he not worry so much and go to Lao Cai's place quickly...
He didn't even dare to be happy that he had survived the disaster and understood that if something happened, Miss Caiyin would definitely take care of it.
Then, he, the container, cannot escape and must participate.
He suddenly understood, Licai! It was better to stay with Licai, because the task would be easier there.
I want to transfer to Licai to greet the ladies and ladies. I don’t want to stay in the fish pond anymore!
