More than ten years ago, among the Yakuza's special envoys, there was a doll nicknamed "Qingyan".

She always wears leather jackets and jeans, with thin metal sheets on her clothes shining with lightning, and a cold look on her face, and she doesn't smile much.

As a stray dog, she once lingered in the "Gongji's Nest" in a bar in Yakuza for three months, just to get a chance to show her ruthless talent, be able to pick up a samurai sword, kill people, and eat with just one bite of food.

Not only did she become the best container, she is also the best fighting dog, completing tasks better than meat cutters and assassins.

Now, she is wearing a light yellow printed kimono and wearing a pair of wooden clogs, named Aiyin Kumiko.

"Noji, I will protect Xiaohe." She said with her eyes closed, "President Nagano, Miss Nagano, they will protect me."

"You take yourself too seriously. It's no difference between life and death."

Shinji raised his right hand, and the yellow thin silk on his thumb rang out, and said to the two subordinates next to him: "I'll do it."

The two men in black windbreakers put away their single-molecule lines and retreated, giving up a space for combat.

"Noji..." President Hongda said in a low voice, but he didn't dare to say too much, "After all, she is Qingyan..."

On the other hand, Gu He got up from the floor, wanted to help but couldn't help anything, so he could only try to be as clever as possible.

Before he could hide well, Aiyin Kumiko hadn't said anything else. Shinji frowned his thick eyebrows and popped up the single-molecular line of his right thumb. His unsightly action was like the roughest butcher in the slaughterhouse.

The silk thread, which was much thinner than hair, refracted and mixed with indoor lights, swept across it.

It seems to be able to find the tiniest gaps of anything and cut things into pieces along these gaps!

Bang! When the thin wires passed by, a floor-to-ground fish tank placed beside the small sofa suddenly exploded, causing glass fragments to spread all over the floor, and the water all over the floor was poured out. The ornamental fish in the tank jumped around on the marble floor.

Aiyin Kumiko had already bent over and rolled, and the clogs made the floor clatter, barely avoiding the passing thin lines.

Meat cutter occupational system, J-level program: single molecule line

This procedure can increase the finger nerves of meat cutters from extremely high strength and elastic single-molecular nanofibers, which are hundreds of times stronger than steel wire of the same volume, and even industrial technology is difficult to achieve.

Single-molecule threads and meat cutters are in a symbiotic relationship. Once taken from the meat cutters, the strength will be greatly reduced to a level similar to that of steel wires. Therefore, meat cutters cannot act as material producers and can only use them for their own use.

The meat cutter uses his own flesh and blood to supply heat energy, making the already sharp single-molecule thread even sharper.

This program is actually very powerful, especially for low-level, non-physical combat extraordinary people, almost cutting one against one.

Although the meat cutter is a side door, he has always been terrifyingly beautiful.

Moreover, the meat-cutter profession is only the few side-leader professions with two programs and three programs.

A special commissioner cannot be just a programmer.

While Nobuji let out a few loud shouts, he waved the thin thread with his right hand frantically and swept the ground. Many ornamental fish were cut open, and the yellow light of the thin thread flashed with blood.

Even the marble floor was cut open, revealing the wires buried deep inside.

Aiyin Kumiko turned around, jumped, flew sideways, rolled, and barely avoided the thin line of death every time, but at the location where she passed, not only the fish tank, but also the wine cabinet and TV screen beside the wall, were cut and exploded.

Gu He had already hid at the desk and was watching this life-and-death battle nervously, but he couldn't help but sigh:

Miss Caiyin's movements and postures are so graceful.

A dancer dancing on the top of the huge waves, a runner parkour between the roofs of high-rise buildings in the city.

She was as light as a swallow, leaping like a shadow, not restrained by kimono and wooden clogs at all.

When the thin line bounced back to Nobuji's hand, he almost cut off President Hongda who was standing behind him.

"Be careful!" President Hongda hurriedly cursed, "Don't break all my things!"

Shinji pursed his lips tightly, making a thick and muffled sound, and suddenly stopped chasing the light swallow's phantom. He turned his right hand and waved his thin yellow light wires towards Gu He behind the desk, bang bang!

The thin line suddenly passed by, and the one-to-one shogun mold suddenly fell forward in several pieces, and the wire inside exploded.

Bang bang bang bang, a pot of pine potted plants on the desk, the Santia computer and landline phone were all cut in half and fell down.

Gu He was covered in cold sweat. If he hadn't been so scared that his feet couldn't stand firm, he bent down and just avoided him, he would have died.

"Xiaohe, be careful!"

While Aiyin Kumiko said, she suddenly jumped up, and the cold light of the steel claws popping out of her ten fingers of her hands was revealed.

Just now, her figure turned into various colors and sounds, as if it was no longer a biological form, but with her as the center point, a rainbow-like changing colors and a wave of sound spread out.

The broken glass on the ground, each piece reflects a different Aiyin Kumiko.

Each of them serves as a container, containing a color or sound, so they can be switched at will, changing in a variety of ways.

Doll career, ace route Q-level program: colored audio and video

Nobuji's eyes glared slightly and he completely entered a color sound field. His visual perception and physical perception were unaware of their direction.

He seemed to see a thousand Aiyin Kumiko, and it seemed that he could not see any of them. She was here, she was there...

She is a container, she is still red in the last second, the next second is blue in the next second, the last second is a laser in the last second, and the next time she becomes a bomb.

She was the shogun the previous second, but the next second was the geisha.

Nobuji was overwhelmed by the color sound. His eyebrows flipped again, not trying to tell which one was which one. He pulled his left hand and pulled out more single-molecule lines from the silver ring on his right thumb, and all of them flicked out.

Meat Cutter Occupational System, Q-level Program: Rain of Minced Meat

Each single-molecule wire has a higher strength, faster speed, and greater heat energy.

They woven into a dense net, and even those with extraordinary main responsibilities will be cut into minced meat rain.

Suddenly, the woman's scream suddenly broke out, but the white-faced geisha said in shock and angrily: "This is me!"

Nobuji's eyes slightly moved, and he saw that the geisha's left half of his shoulder and his entire left hand were chopped down, blood flowing like a spring. The geisha's voice was very cold: "I'm dead, the data will be gone." She needs first aid, and there will be first aid immediately.

"It's not dead as fast." Nobuji said in a deep voice, but no longer came hard, and went to see the wandering Phantom of Aiyin again, "Kamiko, how long can your nerves last? One minute or two minutes?"

President Hongda also said anxiously: "Kamiko, you will die like this!"

Her nerves can no longer fight like this, and they will break completely and then brain death.

"My nerve is useless, but it's just right to use it to clean up your waste."

Aiyin Kumiko's words came from the sound waves. She was here and there, and suddenly, the cold light from the steel claws shone brightly. Nobuji subconsciously turned his right hand, and a flash of thin wire, whizzed, clicked!

Several steel claws were cut off smoothly, and the wires inside splashed sparks...

But there were still a few steel claws left to cross the hands, and a splash of flesh and blood were drawn.

Shinji shouted and took a step back, and his chest and arms were cut with large pieces of flesh and blood.

But he did not fall down, his body did not shake, as if the pain had been removed, and thin filaments popped up quickly in one direction.

She was there, and that purple light was her.

Whoosh! What has the single-molecule filaments been rubbed by? Several hairs intertwined with pink and light green have broken and flew, falling to the ground in a mess.

Blood splattered at the same time, and a right palm with only the fingers of steel claws flew out and fell on the messy floor.

The phantoms of colors and sounds suddenly disappeared.

Aiyin Kumiko churned back and landed at the desk, bent her knees and supported her left hand, like a runner ready to sprint at any time, but her right wrist, which had no palms, was bleeding, ticking onto the wet and cold marble.

At that moment, almost her entire head was cut off.

"Miss Caiyin..." Gu He called out blankly, not sure whether she was still alive or dead.

"It's okay." Aiyin Kumiko said softly, raising her eyes, still staring at Nobuji over there.

Shinji stood there without rushing to harvest, but said, "Kamiko, you have retreated too much, you are no longer the light swallow."

Anyone could tell that she was really unable to hold on, her face was covered in cold sweat, and her eyes gradually became a little distracted.

Even she herself knew that Nobuji was right.

At that time, Qingyan didn't need a large group, and she could easily defeat ten or eight guys like Nobuji by herself.

As soon as her steel claws were slashed, the other party would break into several segments; but now, she did not have that speed and strength.

She is no longer a six-speed gear, she can perform, even three-speed gears are not as good as those of her three-speed gears.

Just because she didn’t want to be Qingyan at that time? Now, she has done it.

Qingyan is a street legend. The legend belongs to the past. Now she is Aiyin Kumiko, Ricai's boss.

"Go away," said Shinji, lifting his foot toward his desk, "or, you die with your container."

"Do you think I'm afraid?" Aiyin Kumiko smiled, a smile that Qingyan wouldn't have.

Gu He's heart raised to his throat, and as he watched his thick eyebrows get closer and closer, was he really going to explain to Miss Caiyin...

He said he couldn't beat him, so he wanted to call Lorna, or Sakai...

At this time, suddenly, some chaotic sounds came from far and near the corridor outside:

"Mr. Kitano, President and others are talking about things!" "Mr. Kitano please wait, we have informed you!"

Soothing, the metal door of the office was cut open from outside by a thin yellow light line.

Everyone here couldn't help but look at the door.

It was old Kitano! Gu He was surprised to see a short old man walking in outside with a buzz-haired hairstyle, an old face with paralysis, a little eyes full of fierceness, a chef's clothes, and a black-handled samurai sword in his hand.

When the old man saw the chaos in the office, he was a little surprised and asked in a sandy voice: "What's going on?"
To be continued...