In a bar in Shinjuku, a middle-aged man wearing a black windbreaker and looking quite cool snapped his fingers and said to the bartender.
"You came here just to drink?"
Beside him, stood a girl with a strange look.
The girl has blond hair and is wearing black casual clothes, leaning casually on the bar.
"I went to look for him, but that guy ran faster than the soles of his feet were greased. I couldn't catch him."
"But there are other messy things in the city, which are much more interesting than that faceless guy."
The middle-aged man took off his sunglasses, picked up a whole bottle of whiskey in front of him, and started drinking it.
"Dude, is this your girl?"
At this moment, a guy who looked like a gangster wandered over, seemingly drunk, and hooked up with the middle-aged man in black.
Bang!!!
The middle-aged man in black was still drinking wine with his neck raised, and he just punched with his left hand. The gangster who wanted to come over to chat with him was directly punched away.
The little gangster who was knocked away hit a table, smashing the table, and his limbs were twisted. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
The atmosphere in the bar solidified instantly.
Everyone turned towards the middle-aged man who had drank a whole bottle of whiskey and was wiping the corners of his mouth.
"You stupid little brat, girl? Do you know who the hell you're talking about?"
Bang!
The middle-aged man smashed the whiskey bottle on the ground.
"You have to pay for it."
The bartender looked calm and looked at the back of the man in black and said.
He had already taken out a pistol from somewhere and was about to load it.
but......
"If I were you, I wouldn't take that thing out."
The girl standing next to the middle-aged man turned around and glanced at the bartender.
"You know what to do if you want to survive."
The bartender only felt a cold air that penetrated the heavenly spirit. From beginning to end, he experienced what it means to have a chill down his spine.
"...I, I know, but, but destroying the bar's facilities is really to..."
"It doesn't matter."
The middle-aged man in black showed a somewhat maniacal smile.
"I believe that these reckless little bastards will pay for their destruction."
Throwing his black windbreaker onto the bar, the middle-aged man in black exposed his body, which was so strong that it could be called an art, and moved his joints.
"fair enough--"
"Just so I can stretch my muscles before I officially beat up the bastard who brought me here."
Everyone in the bar rushed towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man showed a crazy smile and clenched his fists.
...
Three minutes later.
The cool old man in a black trench coat leaned on his motorcycle and lit a cigar in his mouth.
"You are really completely different from before, Annuo Qing."
The blond girl in black clothes looked at the old man in the trench coat and said.
"You are always consistent, King."
Annuo, who looked like an old man in black, took a puff of his cigar and smiled.
"Even if it is black, it cannot infect you even a little bit."
"the same as you."
The black King Arthur showed a faint smile to his most loyal minister.
"No matter how much external things change, you will still be my uncle and my white knight."
"But now, he will probably be called the Black Knight?"
Annuo joked to himself.
Annuo now has scattered white hair, a stubbled chin, sunglasses hanging on his face, a large black windbreaker, a black baggy trousers, and a black belt with metal hangings.
Buttoned up, as for the feet, they were wearing a pair of shiny black leather shoes.
A bit like the hip-hop cool old guy in a soda commercial.
"Wang, what are you going to do next?"
"Let's investigate honestly first. Although Annuoqing is here, to be honest... strength is not necessarily a guarantee for everything."
Arturia shrugged.
"Let's find a place to settle down first."
She rode her motorcycle.
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
An Nuo also turned over and got on the motorcycle he had snatched from some gangster. He rubbed his neck and put on his helmet.
Even hip-hop cool old guys need to wear helmets when riding motorcycles.
"I just got it, do you want it?"
Arturia threw a pistol to Anno.
"The holy sword is indeed more useful, but when there is no master to offer the demon, it is better to use this."
"OK, I'll keep it."
Anno casually put the pistol on his waist.
The master and slave started the motorcycle engine together——
Boom boom boom————
"Wu----"
The front of Annuo's motorcycle tilted up and shot out.
The roar of two motorcycles roared through the streets of Shinjuku.
...
"We are going to Shinjuku this time?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes were filled with surprise.
Shinjuku, this place is familiar to her.
One of the most famous places in Tokyo.
"Well, the scale of this subspecies' singularity is... very small."
"But maybe it's just because it's so small that it seems to have a little... unusual aura?"
The scale of the singularity is variable.
Large singular points, such as the North American singular point and the ocean singular point, which cover an entire continent or connect all the oceans on the earth, will appear, but the singular points will also be very small.
Just like the London Singularity in the past, the Florence Singularity we just experienced, and the Shinjuku Singularity we are about to face now.
But the danger level of the singularity has nothing to do with the size of the singularity.
"But in Shinjuku...the age of this subspecies' singularity is very close?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka said speculatively.
"Well, the time... is indeed very close."
"It can even be said that it is too close."
"The timeline where this singularity is located is...1999."
"Did anything happen in Tokyo, Japan, in 1999 that would affect the foundation of human theory?"
Da Vinci was a little puzzled by this.
"Leonardo, your thinking is still too limited. If you want to influence the foundation of human theory, there is definitely more than one way."
"Anyway, please help Ritsuka and I open the box first."
"The top priority is to solve it quickly, no matter what happened at that singularity."
Lawrence said to Da Vinci.
"That's right, no matter what happens, this singularity exists objectively."
"I hope nothing messy will happen again during your spirit transfer this time."
Shaking his head, Da Vinci opened the box and started the counter-summoning process.