Can you block this punch that took billions of years of effort?

But Linga doesn't need it.

He ran over it head-on like a natural disaster.

It can be said to be devastating!

“Although I’ve seen some of it on TV and online, it’s never as exciting as watching it live!”

Dongxiang Dengma's face flushed, his breathing was rapid, and his legs could not help rubbing.

Soon, the gunfire stopped.

She brushed the dirt off her body and took her bodyguards to clean up the battlefield.

The team members from the security department of "Iwami Heavy Industries" were even more helpless than Togo Tomari at this time.

They felt that the gap between themselves and each other was like that between humans and the monsters in Ultraman!

Regardless of whether the other party is one of their own or not, they instinctively don't want to get even a step closer.

But the boss's orders are mandatory.

What is life for money?

Patapapapapap~

The hasty and crisp sound of high heels stepping on the ground echoed in the mansion filled with corpses.

It was late at night in the old forest again.

Such a scene coupled with a woman with a fanatical look on her face was truly terrifying to the extreme.

After searching for a while, I finally found the door of a study.

Without having to look out, you can see everything that is happening inside through the empty door.

"Is this old guy Karasuma Ren?"

Dongxiang Dengmali came up and asked in a hurry.

"You'll have to ask him."

Linga crossed his arms, wearing only a black bulletproof vest similar to boxing shorts. The style was quite fashionable and novel, with a bit of sci-fi beauty.

Of course, the most important thing is defense capability.

Effectively reduce the impact force caused by being hit in weak points.

This is the 'greeting gift' specially prepared by Togo Dengmali.

Linga readily accepted out of his appreciation for the collaboration.

"Togo Touma... and the primitive Linga... I'm curious about how you two got together, but as far as I know, there doesn't seem to be any deep hatred between us. Why did you break into my house? Also, the Karasuma Renya you're looking for is dead. I'm just his useless illegitimate son."

The hook-nosed old man, who was suspected to be Uramaru Renye, sat on the only intact chair in the study. It was obvious that he was quite frightened and had not yet recovered from the huge meteorite-like impact brought by Linga.

Not only was his face pale, he was also very angry.

Unable to maintain the most basic rationality and calmness.

Even in such a situation, he was the first to question their intentions.

Togo Touma gave a grin, "I guessed you would say that, so I brought a DNA testing device. I also have the DNA data of the real Karasuma Renya, so we can compare it and it will be clear."

"..."

The old man looked at Togo Denmali as if he were a monster, then glanced at the linga standing beside him with great interest, and finally collapsed in his chair in frustration.

I really want to ask if it is really that necessary, but he is not a fool.

The potential value of the fact that Karasuma Renya is still alive is enough to make other countries personally join the fight and fight to the death.

The old man - Karasuma Renya took a deep breath and regained the mentality of a 150-year-old entrepreneur.

"I won't ask how you found me. Now that things have come to this, in order to save my life and ensure that the research can proceed smoothly, I am willing to cooperate with you unconditionally."

"So straightforward? It seems that you are really afraid of death."

Togo Toumari taunted.

Karasuma Renye raised his eyelids and glanced at her, seeming a little disdainful, but too lazy to explain anything, and cast his gaze on Linga who was silent beside him.

"I know very well that everything that happened tonight was caused by you, and this yellow-haired girl is just a foil. So...what do you want to get from me? Or...how much should I give to fill your stomach?"

Linga narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the old man in front of him. The other person looked old and haggard, and did not have the kind of happiness that should be possessed by someone who has lived a carefree life for more than a hundred years.

But, this has nothing to do with him.

Everyone has their own obsession.

His obsession is to carry out his own will.

To achieve this level requires strength.

Various powers.

"I must admit that my killing efficiency is indeed not as good as that of nuclear weapons, so... you can help me research and develop... nuclear weapons in the field of biology to make the living immortal and the dead resurrected."

"But before we can do that, we have to clear the obstacles from within."

Primitives join the game: 06. Black Organization gathering, Linga says I want to come too

Edogawa District, Tokyo

After experiencing an unprecedented war, the population was reduced by 20% compared to its original level.

Thanks to this, Gin was able to successfully send people to blend in with the 'returning residents' to open up a new secret base here.

But he didn't expect that the first person to use this base would be 'that gentleman'.

Not only that……

"Gathering all members with code names at once, what is the boss going to do? Is it the company's annual meeting? But isn't it still a long way to go before the New Year?"

Thirty men and women gathered in the large activity room that was renovated to look like a high-end salon. Although they were very different in age, gender, personality, appearance, race and skin color, they all exuded a similar mysterious atmosphere.

It will make ordinary people want to get closer, get to know it in depth, and then fall into the dark abyss with it. Even so, every cell in their body will still tremble with excitement.

In a sense, these thirty people are the most representative group hidden beneath the surface society.

Because everything they do is shameful, yet it can have various impacts on the society.

It’s like secretly manipulating the world and holding the truth of the world.

They are completely different from the people who are busy with their daily lives. They are more elegant than mercenaries, killers and terrorists who simply live on the edge of a knife, and have a wonderful life that is portrayed in spy movies.

He is a criminal artist.

The Black Organization.

A sword that was sharpened by Karasuma Ren'ya, the owner of the Karasuma Group, himself to achieve his plans and eliminate external threats.

An illegal multinational group that has committed countless crimes and has left a deep mark in the files of intelligence agencies of various countries.

Carrying such "importance" is undoubtedly a very difficult task, not to mention suddenly gathering all members together out of the blue.

If this is a conspiracy from some official forces, then now is definitely the best opportunity to catch them all in one swoop.

While deliberately trying to heat up the atmosphere, Fūya Rei glanced around with hidden eyes, feeling a little annoyed.

Before he came, he thought he might have been exposed, so he simply cut off all contact and prepared for the worst, but he didn't expect this result.

I should have notified the Metropolitan Police Department earlier!

Alas, missed opportunity.

But then again, what exactly happened that forced the boss behind the scenes to call everyone together at once?

Even the 'tool man' was called in.

Fōtani Rei caught a glimpse of the brown-haired girl sitting on the sofa in the corner, silent and invisible, and secretly guessed her intentions.

Another person who felt as confused as him was Shuichi Akai.

Leaning against the wall, seemingly taking a nap, he is actually hiding his inner anxiety.

On the first day he entered this industry, Shuichi Akai knew one thing: any unexpected abnormal phenomenon usually would not be a good thing.

It would be fine if he was there, but his girlfriend's sister was also there, and... there were other undercover agents. Once a battle broke out, the casualties would definitely be huge.

"Brother, will the boss come too?"

Vodka looked at Gin beside him in confusion.

The latter, smoking a cigarette, suddenly asked: "Rum, what did the gentleman tell you?"

"Just let me gather here and wait for further instructions, that's all."

Rum looked unhappy.

He looks no different from an ordinary uncle.

So he felt uncomfortable all over.

As the second-in-command of the Black Organization, he who had always hidden his identity and remotely commanded the remaining members unexpectedly exposed his true identity for such a inexplicable reason.

But there is no place to reason because the boss's orders are absolute.

Gin was silent.

At this time, Chianti, who was sitting at the bar with other "killer group" and drinking leisurely, sneered without turning his head, pointing his spearhead at the charming woman who was playing billiards.

“Vermouth, why don’t you say something? You have always been trusted by the boss, and you even took advantage of this trust to do whatever you want. You should know the boss’s thoughts very well, right? Is it really okay to just keep us in the dark?”

Just one sentence put Vermouth in trouble. Although this trick of sowing discord was very crude, everyone subconsciously looked at her differently.

There's nothing we can do about it, since Chianti told the truth in the first half of his sentence.

"I'm glad that I'm taken seriously, so I'm disappointed that I know nothing like you. I don't have such a big mouth."

Vermouth smiled sweetly and spoke slowly.

Chianti almost dropped his glass.

"Who are you calling a big mouth?!"

"Calm down Chianti, they didn't mention anyone by name."

"Shut up Calvados, she won't even look at you no matter how many nice things you say."

During the internal conflict within the assassin group, Pisco and Tequila, both veteran members, looked at each other, stood up silently and prepared to go out.

But he was stopped by Gin.

"What? We just want to go out and have a private chat."

Facing Pisco's angry stare, Gin just smoked by himself, like a smelly and hard stone, and refused to let him go no matter what he said.

"Heh, I guess they suspected something was wrong with the boss, or someone used the boss's name to gather all the members, intending to catch us all in one fell swoop, so they wanted to slip away as soon as possible, but they were afraid of alerting the enemy, so they didn't even think of informing us, hoping that we would stay and attract firepower."

Regardless of whether he was known as a "big mouth" before, this title has been fully confirmed after Chianti made these sarcastic remarks.

But no one cares about this now.

The originally calm air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and tension.

Each of them reached for their weapons, ready to start a battle and break out at any time.

Seeing this situation, Gin's face turned grim. Even he felt it was very difficult and couldn't think of any good solution for a while.

In fact, Gin had already made similar guesses on the road.

But it was not in his style to make decisions without evidence, so he came anyway even though he knew something was not right.

If something really happens, the backup plans you prepared in advance may not be of any use.

Even he doesn't feel much safe, let alone the other members.

"Everyone, listen to me..."

Gin considered it over and over again, then spoke slowly.

His prestige among the members is still quite high.

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere visibly eased.

But at this critical moment.