Tsujima Shuji, looking at the moon on the 16th night, Oba Haruhiko sitting in a car.
"If there was an explosion at this time, the three of us would have died together." Izayoi Mochizuki sighed as he looked out the window.
"That's true..." Haruhiko Oba smiled.
"It's very romantic to die together." Tsushima Shuji rested his chin on one hand and said casually.
"But two people dying together is romantic, but three people dying together is an accident." He sighed suddenly.
"...Does Shuji mean that I am redundant?" Oba Haruhiko said gently and tolerantly, dumbfounding.
"No, I didn't say that. You are just overthinking it~" Shuji Tsushima denied perfunctorily.
"It's really not frank..." Haruhiko Oba said helplessly, as if he had a headache from this.
"Because I learned it from you." Tsushima Shuji said nonchalantly.
You ask this question even though you know you are not going to die.
But the other party himself is not afraid of death.
Technology really changes the world.
"If I die with you."
"I will be very desperate." Izayoi Mochizuki said in a serious tone.
"After all, my ideal is to die alone."
"Miss Mochizuki." Tsushima Shuji said with a solemn expression.
"I still want to say, it's such a pity." He said in a sad tone.
Shuji Tsushima: What a pity.
A perfect love object.
It's a pity that the other person's ideal is to commit suicide alone.
Tsushima Shuji sighed.
Suddenly there was a roar outside the car.
The three of them turned to look.
A building was blown to pieces and turned into a sea of flames.
There were pedestrians running for their lives all around.
Shuji Tsushima:……
"This is New York." His voice was low.
The level of simple folk customs is not far different from that of DC Gotham.
"Sea of fire, scattered debris, screaming and fleeing people..." Izayoi Mochizuki murmured to himself as he lay on the car window and looked out.
"I remember...the accident when I was young..." Tsushima Shuji recalled for a moment and suddenly stopped talking.
It seems that he was kidnapped not once or twice when he was a child.
I have been robbed more than once or twice when I went to a bank.
"...Sure enough...there is no change from when I was a child." He said calmly.
It remains as liberal and democratic as ever, with simple folk customs.
There are just no helpful clowns.
After all, this is New York, not Gotham.
In New York...
Shuji Tsushima looked at the sky.
Well, there were no big holes or alien visitors.
Only a few figures carrying guns appeared on one side of the street.
Just shoot at the fleeing people.
The sparks and smoke flying outside did not affect the group of people inside the car at all.
It's just that there are many gravel obstacles on the road, and the team's progress is extremely slow.
Fleeing people began to run towards the car.
They surrounded the car and slapped the windows.
"This is really..." Haruhiko Oba sighed.
"Let them solve it quickly, I want to go back." Tsushima Shuji lowered his eyes.
"Did you hear that? Let's solve it quickly." Haruhiko Oba said to the person in the driver's seat.
Both their eyes and tone seemed to reveal compassion.
"Yes." The driver responded respectfully.
"Group C will get off the bus, deal with the troublemakers and move forward again." He picked up a walkie-talkie and said.
"Group C received it." came the reply from the intercom.
The convoy stopped, and the doors of the two cars at the end opened.
People swarmed over.
But when he saw the figure of a man in a black suit getting out of the car, who was also carrying a gun, he slowed down.
They got out of the car and closed the door.
Spread out.
The crowd watched them leave, and someone started trying to pry open the car door.
He even picked up bricks on the ground and tried to smash the car windows.
"Fortunately, I used bulletproof materials." Haruhiko Oba shook his head helplessly, as if he was seeing a group of naughty children.
"Human..." Shujima Tsujima looked away without interest.
"It's been resolved." An emotionless male voice came from the intercom.
Several figures in black suits returned to the car.
He stopped when he saw a group of people surrounding the car.
The crowd surrounding the car stared at them.
Some people couldn't help but run away.
I was afraid that in the next second, this group of men in black suits who looked like they were not easy to mess with would raise their guns and aim at them.
The scene fell into a stalemate for a while.
Then another group of people in black suits appeared.
"FBI - put the gun down!"
Someone shouted loudly.
The crowd immediately ran behind a group of black suits who appeared later.
The bodyguards in black suits stood motionless with expressionless faces.
They just stared at a car.
The FBI also turned to look.
The car door opened silently.
The bodyguard got out of the car and took out tools to build a platform.
The wheelchair slowly drove out.
A man wearing a snow-white suit that looked like he had just attended a banquet, or was about to attend a banquet, was sitting in a wheelchair with a gentle smile.
"Master Haruhiko, your blanket." The bodyguard handed him the brown blanket.
He took it with one hand and spread it on his lap.
"You are..." FBI senior investigator James Blake frowned and thought.
Wheelchair, dark-haired man...
"Mr. Haruhiko Oba, Director of Aland?" he asked.
"It's indeed the FBI. Even I, who don't go out much, can recognize it." Haruhiko Oba sighed with emotion.
"Cough...cough..." He covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed.
"Uncle." Tsushima Shuji got out of the car.
"Your body is not suitable for staying in such an environment for too long..." He came to Oba Haruhiko and advised him.
"It's okay." The man in the white suit waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need to say anything further.
"You are Xiuzhi, why did you come down here? Go back quickly." He said with worry.
"I'm fine...cough cough cough..." Tsushima Shuji shook his head, also covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed.
"Master Haruhiko, Master Shuji." A bodyguard appeared holding a bag.
The two casually threw the bloody handkerchief into the bag.
FBI agent James Blake fell silent.
"Why did Mr. Da Ting appear here?" he asked seriously.
"I just happened to attend Thomas' party and was about to go back. I didn't expect..." Haruhiko Oba shook his head.
"Cough cough cough..."
"Such things will happen." His tone was full of helplessness.
"Then this is..." James Blake looked at the boy with many bandages.
"He's my nephew." Haruhiko Oba smiled, with a little pride in his tone.
The nephew of the director of Alande...
James Blake is recalling the other party's information.
"It's His Highness Noah!"
"The angel holding the book!"
Someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed.
Shuji Tsushima:...It's about to begin...
"God must have sent His Majesty Noah to save us." Some believers immediately clasped their hands and closed their eyes in prayer.
James Blake comes to mind.
The young man next to Director Alande has been famous since he was a child.
It's just that after leaving the church, he became even more low-key.
"Our Savior God, may all people be saved and know the truth..." The young man, who was dressed like an aristocratic young master, closed his exposed left eye, as clean and holy as an angel.
Some believers came to him and knelt down in front of him, praying devoutly.
"Don't worry, sinners have already gone to hell to repent." He opened his eyes and looked at the people kneeling in front of him with compassion.
"Thank you to the merciful Lord." The believer said with his hands clasped and his eyes closed.
Shuji Tsushima: I never thought that the lines I memorized to deceive those believers would actually be useful one day.