Occasionally, people will feel that this world is a little strange, as if they are separated from the surroundings and cannot integrate into it at all.
But for Shizuo Komemon, this world is only familiar to him occasionally.
Just like at the end of the long queue in front of me, the vanilla-flavored limited edition Coke appeared in this world for the first time.
To the people around him, he is strange and new, but to Shizuo Komemon, he is nostalgic and familiar.
It stands to reason that Komemon Shizuo has lived in this world for twenty-four years from birth to now, so he shouldn't have too much sense of alienation.
But for a reborn person who has lived three lives, each in a different world, the word sense of belonging seems a bit far away.
An ordinary college student in China in the first life, Shizuo Heiwajima in the second life of the Headless Horseman, and the second son of the ancient Meimen family in this life.
As the world changes, things change and people change, and familiar people and things become increasingly precious.
Well, like the vanilla Coke at the end of the line.
Shizuo Komemon couldn't help but stretch his neck. He left early today to queue up at Dorobiga Paradise. He just looked at the queue and didn't know when it would be his turn.
A little bit irritable.
The constitution of the second life has been carried over to this world, which makes him a little impatient, his boiling point is a little low, and he is a little... flammable and explosive.
Especially when you have an older brother like Komemon Kensuke.
With a mean tongue and a sharp tongue, it is impossible to argue. Only violence can make the other party shut up and gain a moment of peace.
This made Shizuo Komemon's expectation of a peaceful life away from violence a luxury.
"Damn it Kensuke, I want to beat him again."
Shizuo Komemon's hands itched when he thought of this lawyer brother. The mean smile when he provoked him really deserved a beating.
"Calm down, calm down, today's rare good weather, rare peaceful daily life, and vanilla coke, we can't let that guy destroy it." Shizuo Komemon murmured to himself.
While he was thinking wildly, three sneaky men in black approached the team.
Shizuo Komemon glanced at them, and suddenly had a bad feeling. His peaceful daily life seemed to be in danger...
Sure enough, three men in black approached as if no one else was around, then inserted themselves in front of Shizuo Komemon and pushed him half a step back.
Shizuo Komemon took a deep breath, tried his best to show a kind smile and reminded: "The end of the team is over there."
The man in black in front of him turned around when he heard the sound and looked him up and down. He had blond hair, sunglasses, and a bartender's uniform. He was quite handsome and taller than himself.
Gee, that last bit is particularly annoying.
The short man in black raised his head, stretched out his hand to help Shizuo Komemon straighten his torn collar, and said in a warning tone as if he had been through it:
"Boy, you don't have to be intimidating just by dyeing yourself golden hair. When you go out to hang out, insight is very important. In Tokyo, there are many people you can't afford to offend. Do you understand?"
Listening to the other party's rap-like preaching, Shizuo Komemon's forehead was throbbing with veins. He tried his best to suppress his impatience, looked up at the flaming clouds at the end of the sky, and muttered silently:
"Be calm and stay away from violence. Be calm and stay away from violence... Think more of Vanilla Coke..."
The three men in black seemed to have something important to do, and they didn't add anything to the matter. They just looked around in the team from time to time, as if they were wary of something.
On the roller coaster in the distance, Gin was observing from a high position with a telescope. His eyes swept over the place and found nothing unusual, so he took out his phone to notify Chianti and Cohen.
【You retreat first.】
Time gradually passed, the sky gradually darkened, and Shizuo Komemon finally arrived at the finish line. The moment he stood in front of the stall, it seemed that all the waiting was worth it.
"Sorry, this customer, the limited edition Vanilla Coke has been sold out, and the three customers just now have their last portions." The salesperson said with an apologetic smile.
"..."
Shizuo Komemon's expression froze and his fists became hardened.
"Mom, what should I do? No more, wuwuwu..." the little girl behind her started crying.
"Don't cry. You'll cause trouble for others. There's nothing you can do about it. How about we go buy ice cream?"
"But...but...I promised my brother to buy it for him..."
Shizuo Komemon opened his eyes, turned to look at the three men in black, and said in a cold tone: "You three... hand over your things to me."
The three men in black who were on guard were suddenly startled and looked at each other. Then they thought of something and their expressions became dangerous.
One of them immediately took out his walkie-talkie and said, "Boss, there is something discovered here!"
The other two took out their pistols and pointed them at Shizuo Komemon, "Boy, come with us."
Shizuo Komemon felt that something was not right, but looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the anger he had been suppressing suddenly exploded, and he had no time to think about it.
He grinned a murderous smile, "Since you have already drawn your gun, then... no matter what the consequences are, you can accept it, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot, appeared in front of the man in black in the blink of an eye, and squeezed the hand holding the gun.
There was a very sharp and crisp sound, like celery breaking, and the man in black's hand and the pistol also deformed.
"Ah——" The screams immediately echoed in the square.
"Let him go! Or I'll shoot!" Another man in black with a gun reacted immediately and pressed the muzzle of his gun against Shizuo Komemon's temple.
"remarkably brave."
Shizuo Komemon's expression remained unchanged, he complimented with a sneer, waved his left hand suddenly, and slapped the opponent's ear hard. The latter only felt his brain buzzing, then lost consciousness, and fell to the ground without saying a word.
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Before the third man in black could react, Shizuo Komemon directly used the man in his hand as a weapon, swung it round and hit the other man.
In just a few seconds, the battle was over.
He straightened his clothes, patted the non-existent dust, picked up the three cans of Coke that had been dropped by the monsters, walked to the little girl, and handed two cans over.
The little girl opened her big curious eyes, said thank you, and was immediately taken away by her frightened mother.
Shizuo Komemon didn't care, and just opened the Coke and took a sip under the panicked gazes of the onlookers.
"Hmm...that's what it smells like, right?" Shizuo Komemon said to himself in a daze.
What happened in the first life really happened so long ago that my memory is a little blurry.
When will this kind of life end? Will there be another life?
Shizuo Komemon was a little confused and stood there blankly, lost in thought.
While he was distracted, all the melon-eating crowds had fled, and instead a group of men in black surrounded him, interrupting his philosophical thinking.
A guy who looked like a boss walked up to Shizuo Komemon, snatched the Coke from his hand, threw it aside, and said in a bad tone:
"Are you here to trade? Haha, that's great. You can discover our ambush all at once, and you still have the guts to stand here and not leave..."
Komemon Shizuo turned a deaf ear and just frowned as the coke trickled from the can to the ground.
It’s so hard to drink Coke…
It’s so hard to live a peaceful daily life...
Why do guys like this always come to your door?
Do I have a constitution that could attract trouble?
Thinking of this, Shizuo Komemon put his hand on the leader's head and said in an erratic voice: "You scum, do you really want to die just once?"
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Before the leader could react, he suddenly felt as light as a swallow, as if flying in the air, but a little cold...
"Brother!"
All the boys were stunned, watching helplessly as the leader of their group flew up, his clothes bursting off.
Without even thinking, Shizuo Komemon jumped up from the ground, rushed into the crowd in two or two steps, punched and kicked anyone he saw.
No one can withstand the terrifying innate strength.
Because they were surrounded by their own people, it was difficult for the men in black to shoot, and they were prone to accidental injuries. They originally relied on the strength of their numbers, but ended up being beaten up and running away.
The beating got louder and harder. Shizuo Komemon went berserk. He shouted loudly, pulled out the street lamp on the side from the ground, and swung the five- to six-meter lamppost across the area.
As more and more accomplices came from all over to support him, more than a hundred men in black gathered in the square and surrounded Shizuo Komemon. The scene was spectacular.
But gradually, the scene became more and more terrifying. In this unequal gang fight, nearly half of the men in black fell down, but the figure waving the street lamp still did not stop, as if he was not tired at all.
There is even a feeling that the more you fight, the more excited you become...
"Boy, boy, do you know who we are? We are...ah..."
A big boss was frightened by the violent scene in front of him, and he wanted to use his own power to threaten him. However, before he could say anything, he was hit by a light and flew more than ten meters away.
Panic is contagious.
Losing their calm judgment, the people in black had forgotten the firearms on their bodies. When they saw Shizuo Komemon chasing after them while waving a street lamp, they turned around and ran away.
The person number 30 or 40 who was lucky enough to be standing now was chased by Shizuo Komemon and ran in the direction of the roller coaster...
