You will surrender to me.

A gunshot rang out, and then a stream of blood suddenly burst out from Bai Chuanhua's temple, and the right half of his head was even blown to pieces.

puff.

Bai Chuanhua fell to the ground, with only bright red blood still flowing.

"Baichuan!"

Awen and Moustache were also shocked.

"Interesting, it seems that you have a lot of conflicts among yourselves, and someone even assassinated an important figure in your own family."

Naoto narrowed his eyes and became more interested in the situation within the government. As for Baichuanhua, these two guys explained her abilities, and Naoto, who possessed the power of "horse", did not feel the loss of her life breath, so he was not worried at all.

"Sorry, we may have to excuse ourselves for a moment."

Awen and Moustache's expressions became serious. Moustache's so-called 'weapon' appeared in his hand, a dagger-like weapon, and Awen's bracelet also appeared in his hand.

“Ah, it hurts.”

Baichuanhua's "corpse" moved and made a "moan", or it could be said to be a sigh, because Naoto only heard a sense of helplessness and fatigue.

"Is this happening a lot?"

Naoto looked at the two people running out and turned to ask.

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

Bai Chuanhua got up from the ground. Her injuries had completely healed, but there was still a lot of blood on her body, which looked quite scary.

"Ah, I only smoked half of it."

Bai Chuanhua picked up the cigarette he had been holding in his mouth from the pool of blood. There was still half a cigarette left, but it was basically soaked and could not be smoked.

"Why not just light another one? Your salary is more than enough to buy one cigarette a day anyway."

Naoto couldn't help but ask as he looked at Baichuan Hua who wanted to twist it like a towel and then continue ordering.

"Thrift is a virtue. Besides, I don't like smoking. It's just that smoking can help me relieve fatigue."

After trying several times with the lighter to light the cigarette without success, Bai Chuanhua simply gave up, threw it away, and put the lighter away.

"You really don't want to deal with it?"

Naoto pointed at Baichuanhua's short silver hair which was half stained with blood.

"Ah, this, it's okay, I'll just wash it later."

Bai Chuanhua scratched his hair casually and didn't care much.

"Okay. So what is going on here? A civil war?"

Naoto reached into his pocket and pulled out a box of chocolate bars. He tore a hole in it and flicked it lightly, popping out a chocolate bar. He then grabbed it and asked while chewing it.

"Maybe. Give me one."

Baichuanhua walked over, reached out and took a chocolate bar from the box in Zhiren's hand, and put it in his mouth like a cigarette.

"Maybe? So you have both internal and external troubles?"

Naoto said with some surprise.

"It has always been like this since ancient times. It's just that my appearance has given them a goal."

Bai Chuanhua took off his coat and used it as a towel to wipe himself.

"You are really calm."

Naoto thought he couldn't stand this, being killed again and again, luckily his 'dog' was immune to lethal damage and not resurrected, otherwise it would be too painful, it would be like having his skull exploded.

"If you've experienced it hundreds or thousands of times, you get used to it."

There was a hint of fatigue on Bai Chuanhua's face. She couldn't control this passive ability, otherwise she would have put away her ability and died long ago.

"There is actually more than one way to strengthen a 'weapon'. In addition to hunting souls, you can also hunt other 'weapon users' to absorb their power and strengthen yourself. If you are lucky, you may even be able to obtain some of the abilities of the killed 'weapon users'. So my ability has become their highest goal."

Bai Chuanhua walked to the side and leaned against the stone wall.

"So there are also 'weapon users' whose weapons are guns?"

Naoto looked back and saw the bullet clearly. It was a black bullet. It didn't look like it was made of solid material. It looked more like a magic crystal.

"Of course there are. The styles of 'weapons' are all kinds of strange. Some are cold weapons, some have certain conceptual effects, some are hot weapons, and some are jewelry. But one thing is certain, that is, no two 'weapons' are exactly the same. However, if they are brothers and sisters, the 'weapons' are likely to resonate and produce a stronger effect."

Bai Chuanhua explained nonchalantly, looking at the half chocolate bar in his hand.

"This is really interesting. I wonder what kind of 'weapon' I can come up with."

Naoto is also very interested in this "weapon". So far, the "weapon" attributes of these three guys seem to be good. There is a strong nurse who is not dead and has a full tolerance rate, an assassin's dagger that becomes more and more powerful the more he fights, and a buff monster. Naoto has not forgotten that the guy's strength in almost all aspects would be doubled after a buff, but he doesn't know whether it is strengthened by a percentage or a fixed value.

"Maybe, boxing gloves? But I'm more curious, how come you are so physically strong?"

Baichuanhua guessed, but compared to that, she was more curious about Naoto's identity.

"Me? An ordinary high school student, the kind that can beat up a centenarian."

Naoto popped out another chocolate bar and said casually.

"High school student?"

Baichuanhua looked at Naoto, who was about two meters tall and had arms that were almost as thick as her thighs, and was at a loss for words to respond.

"Oh↗↘~ It seems I came at the wrong time."

A lazy voice came, attracting the attention of the two.

"Where did you come from? Is the street light a place where you can stand? The most you can do is hang there. The street light is where Mr. Jin can stand."

Naoto looked up at the streetlight on the side. Standing on it was a brown-haired boy who looked to be around high school age.

"It's really strange, why are all the people hanging out these days high school students?"

Bai Chuanhua looked strange. He was at least the age of a college student before, so how come he looked younger now?

"Oh, of course it's because of me..."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ......

Several gunshots rang out. While the brown-haired boy was still talking, Bai Chuanhua pulled out a pistol from somewhere and emptied the magazine at him in the blink of an eye.

Ding bell~

ah? what's the situation?

Naoto stood on the streetlight, looking thoughtfully at the series of bullet holes in his abdomen.

"Ah, that was a close call. Why don't you have martial ethics? I'm still talking. It's a consensus not to attack when making threats."

The brown-haired boy stood where Naoto had been standing and patted his chest and said exaggeratedly.

"exchange?"

Naoto threw away the bullet that was squeezed out of his body and looked at the brown-haired boy.

"(o゜▽゜)o☆[BINGO!], this is the ability of my 'weapon'. I can avoid damage and attack the enemy by exchanging, so don't struggle. All your attacks will become teammates when they land on me. Although there is no such a tough guy as you in the plan, it doesn't matter even if there is, because you can never hit me."

The brown-haired boy said as if he didn't care at all.

"Uh, do I look weak?"

Naoto pointed at himself in frustration, he had considered carefully before choosing Jinfu's appearance, didn't he expect it to be so threatening?

"That's not the case, it just looks stupid and...Pfft!"

The brown-haired boy had a mocking look on his face, but was knocked away by a fist as big as a casserole while he was still talking.

"That's it?"

Naoto sneered.

"That's impossible. Why can't I react? Your 'weapon' is accelerated?!"

The brown-haired boy covered his face with his palms and looked at Zhiren with wide eyes in surprise. He could even react to Baichuanhua's sudden shooting, so why couldn't he react to Zhiren's attack at all? There was only one possibility, Zhiren's speed was so fast that his reflex nerves could not react at all, otherwise there was no explanation.

"Since those two guys haven't come back yet, I'll just play with you."

Naoto moved his neck, making a crisp sound, and said with a 'sunny' smile.

"Oh, by the way, this is for you. I'm afraid I might break it by accident."

Naoto suddenly remembered something and threw the chocolate bar he had only eaten a few pieces of from his pocket to Baichuan Huadao.

"Well, since you want to arrest people, you must have a backup plan, right? Call them all out. You are so weak and delicate, be careful of the sleepy tea."

Naoto smiled. He felt the aura of a 'mysterious' item from the brown-haired boy. He was such a nice guy, specifically delivering a package to Naoto.

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Chapter 321: An Anticlimax and a Failure

Swish!

"Oh my god, that's pretty fast, old man."

Naoto crouched down, dodging a slash that was originally intended for his neck.

"Humph! Young people are really unreliable. They are so hesitant in arresting someone."

An old man with round sunglasses and gray hair and beard passed by Naoto. Seeing that his sneak attack failed, he wiped the short knife in his hand and snorted coldly.

"Hey, old man, that big guy's fighting power is not low. His 'weapon' is probably to enhance his physical fitness. And his recovery ability is not bad. He can even squeeze out bullets. I can't beat him."

The brown-haired boy scratched his hair and retorted.

"The bullet can cause a wound, which means your defense is poor. Don't you know how to use your things? The organization didn't give you that thing as a souvenir."

The old man punched the brown-haired boy directly.

"Tsk, then you go deal with that big guy, I'll go get the target of the mission and take it back."

The brown-haired boy took out a finger-sized sword model from his arms, and then the model floated up and turned into a real long sword within a few seconds.

Ding bell~

"Aunt Baichuan, right? Then, do you want me to take you away by force, or do you want to come with me? The big guy can be dealt with by the old man, and there is no one to protect you."

The brown-haired boy performed a sword dance in front of Bai Chuanhua, looked at Bai Chuanhua and said, if there wasn't that fist mark on his cheek, he might be really handsome.

"Auntie? You are a little rude, little brat."

Bai Chuanhua's eyes suddenly turned cold. She pulled out another pistol from her waist and said in a bad tone.

"You are twice as old as me, is it wrong for me to call you aunt?"

The brown-haired boy said with an innocent look on his face, but not the slightest bit of fear.

"Just a sword that can grow and shrink? Is the only function of this thing to make it easy to carry? That's too useless."

Naoto looked at the sword in the brown-haired boy's hand with a little disdain. The function of "mysterious" items is often relatively simple. If they show a certain characteristic, the ability will at most extend in this direction, and it is basically impossible to have additional abilities. Judging from the fact that the sword can grow bigger and smaller, other functions are probably centered around this aspect. However, Naoto has the "monkey" transformation effect, which overlaps with this.

Snapped!

"Hey, old man, sneak attacks are not a good habit."

Naoto reached out and grabbed the wrist of the old man's hand that was attacking him, and turned to look at him with an unhappy look on his face.

"Young man, the reaction is good, but you have to be respectful to the elderly. Your opponent is me. Do you dare to be distracted? Are you looking down on me, an old man?"

The old man's hand, whose wrist was grabbed by Naoto, suddenly twisted strangely, and his fingers poked Naoto's wrist a few times. Naoto only felt his arm go numb, and the old man broke free and quickly retreated.

"Hey, that's strange, why can't it recover?"

Naoto used the power of 'horse', but found that it couldn't heal the disease, and his arm still felt 'paralyzed'.

"Oh? It seems that you are very confident in your recovery ability, young man. However, I, an old man, can't help but feel that way. If nothing unexpected happens, you will probably remain in this state for the rest of your life. Even Miss Baichuan will not be able to recover."

The old man had his hands behind his back, not afraid at all that Naoto would take advantage of this opportunity to attack him.

"interesting."

Naoto raised his left hand, looked at it carefully, and found some clues.

"You 'modified' my arm?"