I was the fourth disaster in Yokohama and was loved by everyone.

“Rambo,” Paul suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse, “if we take ‘Wild Batu’ back… what will he go through?”

His movements stopped.

He knew, of course, that "Wild Batu" would be trained into an even more perfect weapon, and eventually serve France just like they do now.

"That's not something we should be considering," he replied coldly, raising his hand to unleash his supernatural power, "Wild Tyrant."

The sword flashed.

A sharp pain shot through his back, and he staggered backward, looking down in disbelief—Paul's dagger was stuck in his back, blood gushing from the blade and dripping onto the pure white laboratory floor.

"you......"

Paul's eyes were cold but resolute: "I can't let him become the next me."

They started fighting, and there were all sorts of arguments in between.

He couldn't quite remember what they argued about, only that he broke the round tube and awakened "Wild Basho" before he was exhausted.

The alarm suddenly shattered the silence, and red lights flashed wildly.

The moment it was successfully awakened, the energy within Arabato's body surged violently. A black behemoth roared and rolled in with pitch-black flames. The shockwave of the explosion swept in from the ochre-haired test subject. In the face of the enraged behemoth, everything was as fragile as paper.

In the last moment before his consciousness faded, he inadvertently saw through the distorted black flames—

The long-dead experimental subject, "Type 201," seemed to be emitting a faint white light...

............

"That concludes my experience infiltrating the military base." Lanbo sat down opposite Zhu Yu and elegantly sipped his tea.

Steam rose slowly from the teacup, weaving a thin mist between the two people.

He glanced at Zhu Yu, who was clearly lost in her cat-head universe, chuckled, and gave her enough time to process before slowly speaking.

"So, [Kuzi], the moment you saved me from the brink of death, I suddenly remembered a lot of things, including—I had seen you before. In that laboratory."

So, the moment I opened my eyes again, I knew who you were.

With a gentle gaze, Lanbo handed her the information he had collected about Zhu Yu during his absence: "I hope this information will be helpful to you. Consider it a gift for our long-awaited reunion."

"As for Ms. Nakamori and the others, don't worry, I have already protected them in a safe place."

“Paul…this time, I will talk to him properly.”

Rimbaud sat in a wicker chair bathed in sunlight, a gentle smile curving his lips, as if his whole being were coated with a warm, golden hue.

Zhu Yu stared at that unremarkable, disguised face, and for some reason, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

Strange, why is it a bit cold? (Peeks out warily)

*

Zhu Yu paced back and forth, confirming that her destination was the land beneath her feet, and nodded to herself with self-assurance: "Hmm, I can't find the way down at all."

Looking up and around, the hillside in the countryside is full of dirt roads and stones, with only an abandoned and dilapidated warehouse standing not far away.

She crouched down, staring at the muddy ground in deep thought, then silently took out—

Chapter 98 Digging...

Item: Andy's Hammer

After getting equipped, Zhu Yu began diligently digging in the soil.

After randomly selecting a drilling point, Zhu Yu began using the hammer, becoming like an assembly line worker mechanically performing the same action.

A string of characters indicating "in progress" floated before my eyes, and a tunnel gradually took shape under my hands.

*

Chuuya and Adam went to find Shirase.

—"You might die."

Normal people would find such words baffling, let alone Shirase, who has an unpleasant past with Nakaya.

He didn't believe Chuuya's words and even scoffed at Chuuya's idea of ​​having him help capture Verlaine as bait.

Shirase and Chuuya were locked in a stalemate, neither willing to give in.

In the end, Shirase pretended to agree and walked towards the parking lot of the factory where he currently worked, and then—

Before Chuuya and Adam could react, he sped off on his light motorcycle...

The two quickly gave chase.

As a result, Shirase was taken into custody by the military and police.

The lead detective was an unremarkable middle-aged man who greeted Chuuya with a smile.

This military police officer, surnamed Murase, had always hoped that he could also break free from the criminal organization and embark on a brighter future.

He once proposed that Chuuya betray the Hong Kong Triads and provide evidence of their crimes in exchange for reaching an agreement with the police to leave the Hong Kong Triads without charge.

Unfortunately, I was repeatedly rejected.

Of course, Officer Murase was persistent and wouldn't give up trying to persuade Chuuya.

He said with a smile that if Shirase is detained, Naka can go to the detention center with him.

Thinking that Verlaine might approach Shirase at any time, Chuuya hesitated, but reluctantly agreed.

Upon arriving at the police station, Chuuya and Adam tacitly reached an agreement—Chuuya would hold off Officer Murase while Adam went to help Shirase escape from prison.

Officer Murase and Chuuya were alone in the room. Officer Murase had the common problem of men his age in Japan: he always liked to ramble on about trivial and boring things.

The lectures and complaints were poured into Chuuya at the same time, and Chuuya patiently endured them.

When patience reached its limit, Inspector Murase produced a consent form for assisting in the search of evidence and related prosecutions—if Chuuya signed it, he and Shirase could be exonerated. This was a document for a judicial deal with the police, the content of which was "betraying the secrets of the Port Mafia."

The result, of course, was a rejection.

It was a rejection tinged with dark humor.

Zhongye calmly wrote "Go eat shit" in the signature column.

The phrase "Terrible Adam" is hard to say, and it's hard to say whether the reason I thought of those four words in my anger wasn't because Adam kept telling "toilet jokes" in the police car.

The atmosphere in the room fell into a deathly silence, while Adam successfully met Shirase.

Shirase resisted Adam's approach: "You were sent by Chuuya, weren't you? I stayed here voluntarily!"

Rather than saying he was resisting Adam, it would be more accurate to say he was resisting things that were also related to him.

Adam instantly deduced from Shirase's expression and body language that he was lying, realizing that if Shirase's awkward inner conflict wasn't resolved, he would definitely stay in the detention center against his will.

He pointed out the crux of the matter: "Mr. Chuuya joined the Port Mafia to protect 'Sheep'."

Shirase fell silent. Those curses uttered through gritted teeth, those sleepless nights of questioning, all became laughable footnotes.

The truth overwhelmed his heart like a tidal wave, yet he felt suffocated.

Adam turned and left.

Shirase quietly and silently followed.

Just as they were about to leave, an alarm sounded inside the police station.

In an instant, Adam's left calf disappeared.

Verlaine has arrived.

He ordered Shirase to sit down and asked, "What kind of child was Chuuya?"

Shirase recounted his first meeting with Chuuya in fits and starts, his voice trembling.

A helpless, homeless, ochre-haired child, emaciated from hunger, saw the bread in Shirase's hand and asked, "What is this square board? Can I eat it?"

Later, they took him back to "the sheep".

Even an inconspicuous weed in the wilderness will still dream of straightening its spine in the raging wind.

The flame of anger deep within Shirase's heart burned ever brighter amidst his fear.

"I helped others, but they want me to die?"

The instant Verlaine stood up and grabbed Shirase by the neck, his eyes lowered—

He was kicked into the wall by Chuuya.

As expected, the two started fighting, and the small room was instantly reduced to ruins, filled with smoke and dust.

In the blink of an eye, Chuuya was still too weak and was lifted up by Verlaine, who grabbed him by the neck.

In the moment he was in dire straits, Verlaine was shot twice in the arm.

Officer Murase rushed over and fired a shot in an attempt to rescue Chuuya.

Verlaine stared blankly at his injured arm, then looked at Inspector Murase thoughtfully: "They've finally arrived."

We've finally arrived at the purpose of this trip.

He smiled, released Chuuya, stood up, and lightly leaped to Inspector Murase's side, extending his hand—

"Stop!" Chuuya realized something and his eyes widened.

Instinctively, he only had time to throw out one thing—a flower that exuded a bewitching fragrance.

Just as Verlaine grabbed Inspector Murase by the neck, he dodged the delicate flower, its fragrance already wafting into his nostrils, bringing a moment of disorientation.

Officer Murase collapsed to the ground. Verlaine, regaining his senses, gave Chuuya a deep look: "Did you ask your sister for help? Chuuya isn't mature enough yet."

Under Chuuya's murderous gaze, Verlaine shook his head helplessly, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and disappeared through the doorway.

Officer Murase was bleeding from his mouth and nose, his pale face almost blending into the cold gray of the ground.

Chuuya stared blankly at Officer Murase, whose fate was unknown, and clenched his fists tightly.

"Wait, Mr. Chuuya." Adam quickly scanned Inspector Murase's body and found that he miraculously still had faint vital signs. "According to the machine's detection, Mr. Murase is still alive, but unfortunately it's too late to call an ambulance now."

"Still alive?" Chuuya exclaimed in disbelief. Suddenly remembering something, he took out a bottle of pink strawberry milk from his pocket, quickly opened it, inserted a straw, and fed it to Officer Murase.

Adam watched Chuuya's actions in astonishment: "Mr. Chuuya, is this a new custom in Japan? Feeding someone a sweet drink before they die, hoping they'll have a sweet time in hell..."

Adam's words came to an abrupt halt because he discovered that Mr. Murase, who had been so weak he was on the verge of death, had suddenly come back to life.

Her heart was beating strongly again, and her complexion visibly became rosy.

"How amazing!" Adam exclaimed. "Neon has such an incredible drink. Mr. Chuuya, I'd like to request permission to investigate this matter—"

"Stop!" Chuuya quickly interrupted, lest one of the robots get too excited and start another round of endless chatter.

As he held the empty bottle, he vaguely felt the warmth of Zhu Yu's fingertips overlapping with the warmth of her fingertips when she handed him the milk.

"Chuya, be careful. Verlaine is very strong." The other person looked at him worriedly, handed him several bottles of milk and a few flowers—thankfully, the fragrance of the flowers had confused Verlaine for a moment, otherwise Officer Murase would definitely not be alive today.

Recalling Verlaine's sermons, Zhong also thought with displeasure: Ah, who is really the immature one!

*

——Boom!

The ground was cracked and dust was flying.

—Bang!

Debris flew everywhere, revealing the alloy structure hidden beneath.

Zhu Yu excitedly tapped the solid metal, then swung the hammer without hesitation—

Chapter 99 Landing!

boom!

A large hole was chiseled into the sturdy metal, and Zhu Yu's figure fell into the hole along with the rubble. Only her cheerful voice echoed in the dust and smoke in the long tunnel.

"Alas--"

*