The dull dark clouds in the sky enveloped the entire Yokohama, dense raindrops fell from the clouds, the sound of rain became louder and louder, and the muffled thunder rolled in the dark clouds. The blood in the city was washed by the rain, covering up all sins, fears, and despair.

In the center and tallest of the five most iconic buildings in Yokohama, Alice sat on her chair, fiddling with the black bear puppet she was holding in her arms from time to time.

The handsome face of Senouwai, which was particularly favored by the years, was solemn. The bright lights above her head made Senouwai's side face clear and angular, and there was a hint of solemnity.

The air was also filled with a heavy atmosphere, and the laughter and joy of the whole conference room were no longer the same, but full of depression.

Five days have passed since I returned from the video game city. All the peace ended in a chase yesterday afternoon. Dormant under false tranquility, the minions of the ghosts and monsters finally couldn't help but attack the beautiful city.

Alice lowered her eyes. Although she was looking at the black bear puppet in her arms, her eyes were scattered and she was not looking at the little bear at all.

Dozens of people were ambushing yesterday, and at the critical moment, they also arrived in the Central Plains. The cobalt blue eyes filled with anger and murderous intent are still vivid in my mind.

Blood and death were presented so clearly before her.

As a little princess who has been protected by Senouwei in the ivory tower since she was born in this life, Alice should have been afraid.

But when those who never leave her protect her with their lives and protect her death, Alice was not afraid at all, but sadness spread from the bottom of her heart.

After the sacrificed subordinate was taken back to the Mafia building in the port, he was carried back by Zhongyuan. Alice, who was extremely silent, spoke for the first time when she told Senouwai that she wanted to resurrect the seven dead people to protect her.

The person who once cared about died from her eyes, but she could only watch it. She was powerless at that time, but this time she could do her best.

Dazai Osamu did not agree with Alice's behavior, and of course he also dissuaded him.

Once these seven people are saved, it will only be the beginning.

There will be the first time, there will be the second time, the third time, and even more.

Alice understands what Dazai Osamu means.

If she took action at this time and saved these seven people, when they came back to life and appeared on the battlefield again, everyone would know that there is a healing psychic psychic who can pull people back from the God of Death in the port Maifa.

By then, Hong Kong and black people will become the target of public criticism.

The Dragon Head War - The death of the former leader of the port Mafia, which has always served as the leader of Yokohama, began the "Dragon Head" battle.

Yesterday's thrilling pursuit was just the beginning.

"Alice."

A warm big hand covered Alice's soft warm blonde hair, Alice raised her head and met the pair of cobalt blue eyes that were shining with light.

"Brother Nakaya?"

"When you feel sad, you will feel better when you cry." Nakaya's voice in the Central Plains was gentle and firm. "A famous person in China once said that in life, one is inherent in death, which is lighter than a feather or heavier than Mount Tai."

"The moment they joined the port Mafia, they were already on the verge of life and death, and each time it was just a difference of thought."

"War is cruel. Death is just a common occurrence. Even if you don't die today, maybe they will die one day when you perform a mission. And..." Nakabara Nakabara looked at Dazai Osamu. Dazai Osamu stood there, with a deep kite-colored eyes facing Nakabara Nakabara's gaze.

Nakabara took a deep breath and held back his displeasure, "Dazai is right. It may be a good thing to die now."

Dazai Osamu lowered his eyes and took Nakaya's words. His tone of silence was gone, and he was rarely seen. He was very serious: "At least, they died to protect the young lady. He was shot and died easily and happily. At least he was not caught by the enemy and took it back for interrogation. He was tortured to death during the interrogation."

"It may be a good thing to return to the embrace of death now." Dazai Osamu paused for a moment, and his tone suddenly sank. "Today's affairs are just the beginning of this war. Miss, starting today, more people will die every day."

His voice suddenly became lighter.

"A man's death is inevitable. Feeling sad and feeling sad, just like what Nakaya said, just cry."

Sen Ouwai, who had been serving as the background board, handed over the home court to the double black, also spoke slowly.

He walked to Alice and squatted down. Zhongyuan Zhong also put down his hand intentionally. He watched Sen Ouwai take off the white gloves from his right hand, raise his hand, gently wipe the tears from the corners of Alice's eyes with his fingertips. His voice was low, "Alice Jiang."

The hot wetness came from the corner of his eyes, Alice's pupils dilated slightly, and then she realized that she actually cried.

"I..." Alice took a step back and reached out to wipe her eyes concealedly, but the wet eyes soaked in water had already explained it all.

Mone Ouwai sighed, picked up his little princess, stroked Alice's head with big hands, and patted it lightly, "Good boy, you have done a good job. There were only seven people who died surrounded by dozens of people, so there was no need to blame or feel guilty. They were originally trying to protect you, Alice Jiang."

"Zhuya is right. The moment they joined Hong Kong Hei, their lives were already after the order."

"Alice, you have to learn to get used to death."

Alice buried her head in the familiar embrace filled with the smell of disinfectant, unwilling to look up again.

Senouwai held Alice indulgently. The warm wetness on his chest penetrated his shirt, scalding his skin, and the heat was transmitted to the heart.

Mori Owai sighed and said to Nakabara Nakaya and Dazai Osamu: "Next, I'll trouble you to deal with it. Be sure to grab those guys' tails and... return a hundred times!"

The last few words are full of hostility, which destroys Senou's sense of kindness in his heart.

“Yes, boss.”

Double black lowered his head and received the order.

......

Exited from the memories, Alice stared at the black bear puppet in her arms, suddenly raised her head, and said to Mori Owai, who was frowning beside her, who was processing the documents with his brows, and said, "Lin Taro."

Alice's voice was a little hoarse, because she had never spoken since yesterday, as if she was scared and was immersed in the sadness of someone dying.

"What's wrong, Alice Sauce?" The old father raised his head from his busy work, his voice as magnetic as ever.

“Is there any colored plastic paper?”

"Hmm?" An accident flashed through Senouwai's eyes, "Why do you suddenly want this?"

Alice's voice was calm: "I want to do paper cutting."

"Make paper-cutting...for dad?" Sen Ouwai's voice was a little anticipated.

"No, it's all the people in the port Mafia, including Dad."

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Chapter completed!