【Respect】The Beautiful Future

"Agang." Andy Daomingsi quietly stood behind Kusuhara Takeshi.

"Here?" Kusuhara quickly put down the work at hand, turned around and looked at Daomingji with a serious face.

Ever since His Excellency the Brigadier General said that he heard everything, Daoming Si often had a deep and sad expression, because he felt that his stable and reliable image in the Brigadier General's heart must have collapsed.

Actually, do you know Daoming Temple?First of all, you have to have that kind of image, and then you can go to collapse—this is what the other team leaders held back when they faced the extremely fragile Daoming Temple.

"I have found a way to restore my image." Daoming Temple said seriously.

"What is it?" Kusuhara was infected by his emotions and couldn't help sitting up straight and staring at him curiously.

"Didn't we strengthen our training because of the church incident last time? Then I found that the bullets used in the exercise were much less. You said that I will report to the brigadier general, will it appear that I am very careful!"

Kusuhara just looked at Daoming Temple's expression, and realized that the other party was actually asking for his opinion.He had no choice but to think about his words, and asked, "Senior...how did you know such a thing?"

"This," Daoming Si scratched his head, "I just counted unconsciously when I was trying to find a way to regain my favor."

"..." So during the interval of training, you squatted aside melancholy, is that what you were doing? !

Kusuhara was silent for a while, "I think... it's better not to talk about it."

"why?"

"There is no need to bother Your Excellency with such a small fact, and besides—" Kusuhara paused and told the truth, "It will only make people think that you are very idle, Senior."

Hearing the words, Daoming Temple showed a sudden realization expression, then lowered his head in frustration in a blink of an eye, and rubbed his orange hair in a mess, "Then, what should I do..."

"Well, maybe you can say—" Kusuhara looked at his pitiful appearance and slowly opened his mouth. Daomingji raised his head to look at him, his eyes flashed with anticipation, and Kusuhara lowered his voice solemnly:

"Your Excellency, do you want a date?"

"Ah, ah, don't mention it, don't mention it!" Daoming Temple wailed and threw himself on Kusuhara's desk, trying to bury his face in the thick documents.

Kusuhara finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, he stretched out his hand and patted Daoming Temple's back lightly, and comforted him: "Actually, it's fine, don't worry about it. You see, I was really rude at that time, but Your Excellency didn't take it to heart at all." ah!"

"We are different in nature! You haven't participated in the group activities organized by His Excellency the Brigadier General, so you don't understand." Daoming Si looked at him with one eye from the pile of documents.

"Group activities?" Kusuhara repeated curiously.

Daoming Temple let out a long sigh, and was about to explain but was interrupted by the sudden broadcast sound.

"The colorless king appeared in the school in the marginal area, and the search personnel have taken measures to block it. Inform all team members and prepare to dispatch immediately."

The two of them straightened their expressions the moment they heard the content clearly. They looked at each other, then quickly got up and ran to the assembly point.

After more than half a month of searching, the core figure of Protestantism—the Colorless King finally surfaced.

When Reji Munakata got off the spy car, he saw the group of red figures not far away, and they had just arrived.Zhou Fangzun, who was in the center of the crowd, threw the cigarette on the ground and crushed it. He paused for a while when he raised his head, and looked sideways as if sensing something.

Munakata averted his eyes without a trace, and raised his hand to push up the glasses on the bridge of his nose.Seeing his movements, Zhou Fang parted his mouth and let out a chuckle, patted Kusanagi's shoulder beside him without looking back, and walked over to walk side by side with Munakata.

This is a middle school campus, and in front of them is the school auditorium.The orange-red buildings are regular and solemn, and the early summer sunlight casts mottled shadows on the cleaned ground through the gaps between the lush branches and leaves of the roadside trees.One can imagine the scene of students gathering in the auditorium, the principal made a speech on the stage, and the students whispered below.The breeze blows in from the open door, and the girls' school uniform skirts gently rise and fall.

However, the auditorium at this time was far from that scene.

Colorless kidnapped dozens of students and teachers inside. Parents and school leaders outside the auditorium waited anxiously outside the designated cordon. encirclement.Before they came, some team members tried to have a preliminary negotiation with Wuhui, but the other party ignored the conversation.The passage of time was slow and tormenting, and the noise outside the auditorium made the eerily quiet inside even more so.

Zhou Fangzun and Munakata Reishi pulled up the cordon and walked in, and the encirclement automatically diverted a road after seeing them.They paused slightly at the door, and saw the situation inside clearly by the sunlight.

All of them crowded into a corner of the stage with their heads bowed, and the surroundings were filled with shocking explosives. They tried to get away from the explosives very close together, but it was in vain.The teachers hugged and comforted the students beside them as much as possible, but they still couldn't help shaking, and their suppressed crying tore people's nerves.The Colorless King wore a fox mask at a slant, and stood in front of them without being affected by the explosives. His wide white robe grew to his knees. It rang out in the auditorium together with the cries.

"Zhou Fang," Munakata looked at the layout of the auditorium and said, "I would like to ask, how is your marksmanship?"

It was a sudden sentence, but Zhou Fangzun understood what he meant.He pulled out the gun from the back of his waist and unfastened the safety. He glanced at Zongxiang's waist and crotch, which was outlined by the military uniform, seemingly inadvertently. "Heh... don't you know my marksmanship the best?"

It was indeed a sentence that answered the question, but it was clearly uttered by this man with some charming and ambiguous meaning.

Munakata glanced at him and decided not to argue with him yet.He raised his chin to indicate to the viewing platform on the second floor of the auditorium, and extended his hand with a smile, "So happy to cooperate?"

"Ah," Zhou Fang agreed casually, but after taking his hand, he used force to pull Zongxiang closer, "Be careful."

There is no need for any other words, just a few eyes meeting to understand each other's thoughts, they have always been so familiar.

"Of course you don't need to say that." Munakata replied.He withdrew his hand and stepped in, and walked up the steps to the side of the stage.Seeing this, Seri Awashima and the squad leaders who were a few steps away from them followed quickly, and stopped under the stage to be vigilant.

Zhou Fangzun bent his knuckles and closed his empty palms, curled his lips and finally let out a muffled laugh.He turned his head and gave Kusanagi and the others behind him a wink, then turned and walked towards the backstage of the auditorium.

Zongxiang stopped more than ten steps away from Wushi.The colorless who lowered his head heard his footsteps, but still didn't respond, and didn't care whether the approaching person was armed or not.He was always immersed in his own world, humming a song and lost in thought.

Munakata Reishi maintained his usual elegant smile, and greeted him: "Long time no see, I miss you a lot these days. But I don't know if I should still call you the Colorless King?"

Wu Shi's hand holding the detonator paused, he slowly raised his head to look over, and frowned the moment his eyes touched the military uniform on Munakata, his eyes slowly moved up, and after seeing Mongakata's epaulettes, he finally spoke: "So It's you," he looked into Munakata's eyes, "I knew you were the Munakata Ritsu of the Federation, and I would have killed you first no matter what I said."

Munakata smiled indifferently, "Oh, it's an honor to be recognized by you. But it's useless to regret the missed opportunities."

"You don't need to say it," Wu Se turned his gaze away, and added a little irritability in his tone, "Anyway, it doesn't matter to me who you are now, so hurry up and tell me if you have anything to say."

"Then please let me speak straightforwardly," Munakata looked at the hostages behind him, and many of them raised their heads when Munakata walked up, staring at him beggingly, "I'm here to negotiate with you. "

"If this amount of explosives is detonated, I am afraid that everyone will die, and you will be no exception. If this is the case, why don't both of us make a little concession? You can tell me what you want, maybe it is still There is room for negotiation." Munakata said.

"Wish?" Colorless repeated, "My wish is already very simple." He raised his finger holding the detonator to the people behind him, "Let them die with me, that's all."

"It's really sad to call this kind of thing a wish. I think you should work hard to live, at least not yet die." Munakata replied, his eyes seemed to pass by the viewing platform on the second floor inadvertently, while answering It is also to remind Zhou Fang to leave a colorless life when he strikes.

The viewing platform is just above the colorless back, and Zhou Fangzun has already arrived there.He took up the gun in his hand to aim down but had to put it down, because Wushi was standing too close to the hostage, and from the perspective of defense, there were a few students who happened to block most of his body, and besides, there was no life beside him. Several bundles of explosives were scattered on the ground, and the consequences of a slight deviation of the bullets would be disastrous.Zhou Fang raised his hand to Zongxiang and made a simple gesture.

"You mean alive?" Wu Se seemed to have heard a joke.

"You heard me right," Munakata said, "I can assure you that I will do my best to preserve your life."

"Listen to your nonsense," Wu Se sneered, "What do you think you are? Even if you promise, they won't allow me to live!"

"They?" A sharp light flashed in Zongxiang's eyes.

"It doesn't make any difference to me whether I die today or tomorrow, or some day after a long time." Wu Se ignored his question and said to himself: "But now, the way of dying is determined by I'm choosing!"

Colorless raised his hand to take off the fox mask, he laughed loudly, and opened his arms like an impassioned speech, "I'm back to this familiar school, and it should end here, not to mention my dear My teachers and classmates are on the road with me! The death of so many students must cause shock, right? Is there anything more wonderful than having them with me?"

Zongxiang frowned slightly, looking at the somewhat crazy Wu Se, he was silent for a while.

At this moment, a gentle female voice suddenly sounded from among the hostages.A female teacher let go of the student she was holding in her arms, leaned forward to try to see the colorless face, and she repeated: "Sakurai-kun?"

Wu Shi's movements froze for a moment, and she suddenly turned to look at the teacher.He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes fluctuated, and finally opened his mouth to force out a few syllables, "Mr. Qigong..."

"It's really you..." The teacher actually showed a smile, as if he was relieved.The people around them stared at them in amazement, not knowing whether this sudden turn of events was good or bad, Munakata raised his hand to stop the movement of others, and let the two continue their conversation.

"I thought you were dead. At that time, the teacher rushed over after knowing that your house was on fire, but your body was not found. Afterwards, I searched for you for a long time, but there was no result." The teacher said softly, carefully looking at the colorless face , "It's great to see you alive."

Colorless, expressionless, looked at her silently.

The hand beside him clenched unconsciously, and the teacher said politely: "You are like this now... are you still blaming that thing?"

Mentioning this colorless look changed a little, and there was a trace of emotion in the purple-red eyes that was fleeting.He sneered, and his voice was surprisingly calm, "Actually, it's nothing. If it wasn't for that incident, I probably wouldn't be sober...and I wouldn't have met him." Wu Se met the teacher's gaze, "I should be grateful You are right."

Teacher Qigong was speechless for a while, she took a deep breath, and stood up slowly, "Actually... Mr. Yamaguchi and the others came back to look for me a few days ago, and they felt very sorry for you. If they can see you again, they hope to be with you. Apologize."

Wu Se's mouth twitched but did not speak, watching her stand up and try to approach him step by step.

"The teacher is also very sad. Sakurai-kun, you are a very smart child. So even after the students of that class graduated, I have always reserved a seat for you in the class. I have been waiting for you to come back to class." Seven Gong stood in front of Wu Se. Although the sixteen or seventeen year old boy was a little thin, he had already grown in height. He was half a head taller than her.

Wu Se lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Can I see your right hand?"

"Eh?...Okay." Teacher Qi Gong was slightly stunned, hesitated for a while, and then passed her hand, Wu Se raised his hand to hold her hand.

He looked at a slender scar on the palm of Qigong, and said in a colorless and soft voice: "I remember your hand was cut by a nail on the podium, and the blood that flowed out stained the chalk red, and you were still giving us a lecture. It's infected."

"Ah... yes." Qi Gong echoed with a blank smile.The students and teachers behind them couldn't help but look happy when they saw the relaxed atmosphere.Zhou Fang's hand holding the gun tightened unconsciously, and he frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

"The day I was squatting at the door of the office, I heard that you were transferred to the library because you couldn't hold chalk because of this injury." Wu Se raised his eyes, with a bitter smile, "Teacher, you are lying to me... ..."

Qigong wanted to withdraw her hand reflexively in astonishment, her colorless expression turned vicious, and she suddenly clenched her palm tightly, Qigong screamed in pain and was pulled away.The students screamed.

This accident happened in the blink of an eye, and when he realized that Wu Se had already held her hostage, he strangled Mr. Qigong's neck with the hand holding the detonator, "Teacher, don't you know? Yamaguchi and the others joined Protestants," his voice icily rang in her ears, "these were the first people I killed!"

Qi Gongben was having difficulty breathing, and her eyes widened in horror when she heard this, she desperately grabbed Wu Se's arm strangling her neck, and screamed: "Let go!! You—crazy! Why are you Immortal... How could I have a student like you!"

"I've given up on that name a long time ago. Your good student Sakurai-kun is dead. He died in that fire." The colorless smile intensified, but the people in the audience wanted to rush forward but stopped abruptly. Stopping in his tracks, he glanced casually over them, and finally landed on Munakata, "Hey, didn't you just ask me what my wish was? I've changed my mind now, give me a gun."

Munakata looked at Nanakiya whose complexion had turned red due to lack of oxygen. She struggled in fear and shook her head desperately at Munakata, but it was difficult to make the slightest sound when she opened her mouth. Even without looking at the shape of her mouth, she knew what she wanted to say, "No."

Munakata took out his pistol.

Qigong stared at him in despair, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, and a broken and ugly voice came out of her throat, "Don't...please..."

Munakata pressed the button, and the magazine popped out, and the black-golden bullets had the unique luster of metal.He took off the bullets and reloaded them one by one, the crisp sound hit everyone's nerves.

Colorless stared at the gun in his hand, not knowing why.

Munakata put the magazine back, looked at Wu Se and raised the gun in his hand, "It's not a problem to give it to you. Then, do you have the courage to take it yourself?"

Wu Se twitched the corners of his mouth, still held Qigong hostage, and walked towards Zongxiang.Zhou Fangzun raised his gun again, watching Wu Se step by step into his shooting range.

Zong Xiangping raised his gun and looked at him with a smile.The moment the colorless hand grasped the handle of the gun, the explosion of the gun broke the dignified atmosphere.Zhou Fang accurately sent the bullet into his shoulder, and the pain came along with the spasm and weakness of the arm. Qigong was keenly aware of the relaxation of the strength, and he tried his best to break free from the colorless shackles and fell to the side. The detonator flew away. out.

There was a painful sound in Wu Shi's throat, but he grabbed the gun and took it away, forced the pain to burst out and fired at an incredible speed, and the recoil pushed him to stagger back.The moment he fired the first shot, there were dense gunshots behind him, and the flame-colored ballistics pinned him to the ground.

Awashima in the audience exclaimed and forgot to move: "Your Excellency——!"

Zhou Fangzun's eyes were gloomy and uncertain.

Wu Shi's chest rose and fell violently, he gasped for breath, his back was drenched in cold sweat, and the pain from all over his body almost tore him apart.Wu Se gritted his teeth and raised his head to look at the person in front of him, he was sure that all the bullets he had hit.

Following everyone's gaze, Munakata looked down at his chest: the bright red was gradually smudged on the dark blue fabric.