What are the options for love obstacles in the humanoid Star Platinum's mind?

"How dare you...how dare you! How dare you!"

"It's an imported phone. Be content, you pervert!"

Mizuno Ai clenched her fists, her face full of coldness.

Yuan Ying was quite surprised: "Love, you..."

"You're right. I've worked so hard, I can't let it all be ruined by a pervert."

As soon as Mizuno Ai finished speaking, a bolt from the blue came from outside the window.

The girl's face suddenly changed and she squatted on the ground with her hands covering her ears.

"Afraid of thunder? Very good, then I'll use ten cell phones to play the thunder sound for you on a loop, and I'll make you pay."

The man said, raising the fire axe again.

Whoosh!

The sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out.

The man showed disdain and tried to hide.

"Come on, you...Puff!"

Not knowing what had hit him, the man flew several meters away like a cannonball.

From the perspective of the women in the room, the man's disappearance was very strange.

Nikaidou Saki frowned, walked cautiously to the side of the door, and observed the situation in the corridor with a squint.

However, apart from a football bouncing in place, she didn't find anything else wrong.

"How's it going, Saki-chan?"

"It seems that pervert was knocked unconscious by a football. Who kicked the football?"

"It's me, Dio!"

Nikaidou Saki looked at the muscular man who appeared at the door and covered her mouth in shock.

After a while, she smiled exaggeratedly.

"What a joke! Mr. Kujo!"

"It was just a joke, to liven things up for you guys. Okay, the police are here. Just tell them what's going on here. I have something else to do, so I have to leave first."

Kujo Ditaro smiled, then turned and left.

Nikaidou Saki half-peeked out of the room and shouted, "Teacher Kujo, have a safe journey!"

Kujo Ditaro waved his hand symbolically.

After seeing the tall figure disappear around the corner, Nikaidou Saki sighed with regret.

"I really want to join forces with Mr. Kujo. A man like him will definitely be able to dominate the entire Neon together with me."

Chapter 356: As long as we get rid of all the people, we can sneak in perfectly!

The after-sales situation of the mental hospital is naturally the responsibility of the police.

Kujo Ditaro drove the motorcycle he had prepared in advance all the way to the port terminal.

He took out his cell phone, took a look at the image fed back by the tracker, and immediately made a decisive move to sneak into a cargo ship.

Kujo Ditaro was agile and fast, but the cargo ship left the port so suddenly that he almost couldn't catch up.

The cargo ship is used to transport seafood, so the entire warehouse is filled with a strong fishy smell.

Kujo Ditaro took out a mask and put it on his face.

After taking a few breaths and feeling that the smell was not as strong, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Kujo Ditaro took out his cell phone and checked the current status of the tracking image.

After confirming that four of the seven trackers were in the same place, he turned off his phone.

creak.

The door of the warehouse suddenly opened.

Four crew members carrying goods came to the shelves one after another to unload the goods.

Kujo Ditaro held his breath and hid in the dark corner.

The four crew members obviously didn't expect that there was an uninvited guest here. After unloading the goods, they left without looking back.

As the warehouse returned to silence, Kujo Ditaro came out of his hiding place.

He came to the place where the four crew members had unloaded the cargo and took a quick look.

After finding no problem, he began to think.

With Ying Chu's strength, it should be impossible to subdue him easily. The opponent probably has hot weapons.

As for hot weapons, if it's just a pistol, it's okay, but if it's a submachine gun, it might be a bit difficult to deal with.

Moreover, we don’t know if these crew members are accomplices. Should we deal with them first?

Kujo Ditaro didn't think too long, because the warehouse door opened again.

Two masked men holding submachine guns looked around vigilantly.

The pitch-black muzzle of the gun swept across the shelves one by one.

The two men seemed to have received some orders. After finding no problems, they dispersed tacitly.

The shelves are arranged in rows.

The two men patrolled inward from both ends in turn. Their movements were not fast, but their rhythm was very precise.

Their inspection methods can avoid accidents to the greatest extent possible.

If there really were uninvited guests hiding in the cargo hold, their opposing perspectives would allow them to discover them immediately.

Moreover, even if one person is ambushed, the other can react in time, so there is no possibility of being caught in one fell swoop.

However, even so, the two of them were still extremely cautious when doing things.

The remaining shelves in the warehouse became fewer and fewer until the last one.

The two men looked at each other under their hoods, and then stepped to the end of the warehouse at the same time.

The pitch-black muzzle of the gun slowly lowered.

A slightly muffled voice came from under a person's hood.

"No one should have sneaked onto the ship, at least not here in the warehouse."

"Yeah, but we still have to be careful. The informant at the dock said there's an unfamiliar motorcycle parked there, and a tracking device was found on the target. Someone might come to rescue him. Once we get to the high seas, the matter will be settled."

"Let's go. The fishy smell here is too strong. If we stay here too long, it will be pickled sooner or later."

"What a coincidence, I feel the same way."

A strange voice sounded without any warning.

Before one person could react, he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his abdomen as if he was put into a meat grinder.

The other man instinctively raised his gun, but the originally bright light suddenly shattered.

boom!

Kujo Ditaro groped his way to the other masked man in the dark and pressed him against the wall with one palm.

Even with the cushioning of the hood, the man still fell into a deep coma.

After Kujo Ditaro dealt with the two men, he picked up the corpse thoughtfully.

Instead of a submachine gun that could emit blue fire, he had two pistols in his pockets.

To be honest, Kujo Ditaro didn't think he could use these hot weapons, but as the saying goes, it's better to be prepared.

In addition, he can also adapt to the use of thermal weapons in advance.

Kujo Ditaro walked out of the cabin and closed the door behind him.

The oncoming sea breeze made him feel dazed.

However, soon, Kujo Ditaro understood what he had to do and began to sneak in.

As we all know, as long as no one finds out, the infiltration will not be exposed.

So, Kujo Ditaro first cleared out the people on the deck, and then gradually infiltrated inside.

The difficulty increases layer by layer. Compared with the unarmed crew members on the periphery, it is indeed a bit troublesome for Kujo Ditaro to capture these masked men with guns without anyone noticing.

But fortunately, there are always more solutions than problems.

After a while, Kujo Ditaro finally entered the central area of the cargo ship.

There were only five people in the room.

And this was calculated by Kujo Ditaro by counting the heart rate.

Including Yingchu, there should only be four people here. If there are four people...

After thinking for a moment, Kujo Ditaro kicked the iron door open.

Perhaps they had never thought that someone could actually get on board, so the five people in the room were somewhat confused.

Kujo Ditaro took the initiative, picked up the two people who were closest to him, and then slammed them inside.

"Who the hell are you? How did you get in?"

"Where are the people outside?"

"Oh no, brother, there are people outside..."

Doctor Yingchu was tied to a chair, and two long knives suddenly extended from his palms.

With a loud noise, the hemp rope broke.

Ignoring the submachine gun pointed at his head, Dr. Yingchu stood up.

"How is that possible? Why wouldn't that dose of anesthetic work on you?"

The tall man wearing a hood looked at the man in front of him in disbelief.

Yingchu's palm knives collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

"That's why."

"As expected of Dr. Yingchu, his medical attainments are probably unprecedented. And that guy wearing a mask at the door, if I'm not mistaken, should be the dark horse champion of this Kengan Tournament, right?"

"It's over, just surrender."

Doctor Yingchu turned around and faced the dark muzzle of the gun without any emotion.

The captain of the masked men burst into laughter.

"Indeed, you took care of my men, but they were unskilled and mere cannon fodder. And you really don't think you can be faster than a bullet, do you?"

The last remaining subordinate of the hooded captain pointed his gun at the uninvited guest who posed a greater threat.

Kujo Ditaro looked at Dr. Eihatsu with a questioning look in his eyes.

Doctor Yingchu shook his shoulders and suddenly swung his knife at the submachine gun.

boom!

The captain of the masked men held a dagger and blocked the cold knife.

Without the captain's reminder, the experienced man in the mask opened fire immediately.

The moment the bullet left the chamber, Kujo Ditaro bent over and casually threw out a black object.

The pistol hit the masked man's chest accurately. The masked man groaned and fell straight to the ground.

"I want to see, too. Which is faster, you or a bullet?"

The captain of the masked men glanced sideways, and what caught his eye was a pitch-black muzzle of a gun.

Kujo Ditaro pointed the gun at the masked man's face and raised a ferocious smile at the corner of his mouth.