The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 484

The room is bright, it doesn't look like staying underground at all, and there is a burst of fragrance from the incense burner.

The walls are covered with large and small posters about Aizen. The young man with blond hair is lazily leaning on the sofa, his hair is combed back into a big back, leaving a little on his forehead, looking like a president.

Alexander escaped from the Fifth Division and did not choose to go to Silver Frame City. He knew that he would probably be silenced by Hasward when he got there.

The place he chose to hide was in the Deadwood District.

Known as the most stable and prosperous area in District 26, it is like a tall tree, the closer it is to the sky, the roots of the tree will go down to the ground.

He hid here, used the huge flow of money to cover his tracks, and quietly accumulated power, which has achieved considerable results.

"If possible, I really don't want to meet acquaintances under such circumstances."

Alexander poured a glass of wine for Hasward, and said with a smile on his face, "The news about you making a big fuss spread all over the 26th district, and the Matsumoto district is the worst. The news just came that most of them were smashed."

"That ominous spiritual pressure can be felt even underneath."

"That's what Gerrard did."

Hasward replied, raised his glass and said, "My style is not like that."

"Haha, in fact, it doesn't matter if you make a big fuss. The monsters wield their power wantonly and compete for the hegemony of the world, and it has nothing to do with small characters like us."

Alexander shrugged his shoulders, euphemistically expressing his position that he did not want to help. He did not want to be involved in the battle between Death and the Star Cross Knights.

Staying in this underground, surrounded by darkness, surrounded by money and beauties, an idea inevitably emerged in his mind, this kind of life is okay, there is no need to take risks.

Even if Aizen's posters are pasted all over the room, his image and tone of speech are imitated in place, he is still not that person, he does not have the kind of temperament that cannot be obliterated by any difficulties, and the bone-scraping knife that cannot stop money and wine.

Harsward also knew this, and said with a cold face without a trace of expression: "No one can stay out of it, but I won't ask you to fight, I just need to provide information."

"What information?" Alexander asked.

Hasward said: "It's about the residence of the Fourth Division. In this case, attacking the comprehensive ambulance station must be something that Death will not allow."

"Well, I'll give you a map of where to go."

As soon as Alexander heard that he didn't need to go up to fight by himself, but only provided a map, he readily agreed.

Hasward drank the spirits in one gulp, without any change in expression. The biggest advantage of dispersion is concealment.

He used his own ideas to attack the place of the God of Death at will. He didn't believe that if the general ambulance station was attacked, the captain would be indifferent, and so would the other Gods of Death.

……

Fourth Division, Comprehensive Ambulance.

It no longer looks like a church here, not to mention the reliefs on the outside, and even the lobby inside has been converted into wards and operating rooms.

When the battle broke out, the Fourth Division was the busiest here. Not to mention the members of the Star Cross Knights, those Holy Soldiers and ordinary Quincy Divisions were all engaged in battles with the Reapers in various places.

Affected residents can be moved to a nearby hospital for treatment, but Reaper must go to the comprehensive rescue center, and the Reaper of the fourth team will be responsible for the treatment himself.

Unohana Retsu was not in the center to direct, and was undergoing major surgery for Saragi Kenpachi.

The scene was directed by Huche Yuyin. She was so busy that she was dizzy, but she still managed to maintain the on-site affairs to normal operation.

Listening to the wailing of the wounded, Huche Yuyin was full of helpless sadness. He couldn't figure out why someone would start a war. It's not good for everyone to live in peace. He insisted on smashing the world to pieces.

"Vice-Captain Hu Che, there is an urgent wounded person here, it is very serious, and surgery must be performed as soon as possible."

Huche Yongyin glanced at it, and immediately concluded that the man's statement was correct, there was a big hole in the abdomen, the bleeding couldn't stop, urgent treatment was needed, and there couldn't be no one here to direct the scene.

"Miss Matsumoto, please watch over here."

She could only pull Matsumoto Rangiku who was waiting for her captain's test results, thinking that she was the vice-captain, so there should be no problem.

"Me?" Matsumoto Rangiku looked dazed, and he was not very proficient in the official duties of the [-]th squad. Seeing the mess at the scene, "Okay, leave it to me!"

At this time, she, the vice-captain, had no choice but to stand up.

At least compared to ordinary team members, her vice-captain's experience is still there, and she can barely handle it.

It was easier than I imagined that it was easier than I imagined that it was easier than I imagined that it was easier than I imagined that it was easier for Toru Yune to go for the operation, and Matsumoto Rangiku to take over the on-site affairs. It is probably because of the years of fishing experience of the Juban team that she developed good eyesight and was able to find out who is suitable for the job.

Not relying on oneself, but better relying on others, is also a kind of talent.

After being busy for a while, she found herself free again, went to the hall to pour a cup of tea, and wanted to go outside to bask in the sun.

The streets became very deserted, and the residents had been evacuated one kilometer away.

This is the garrison of the Fourth Division, which specializes in taking in all kinds of wounded, and there is no guarantee that there will be no Quincy divisions coming to attack.

The Reaper of the [-]th squad is in charge of security here.

Dai Sentao trotted over and said, "Miss Luanju, how is the situation in Ritsugu?"

Matsumoto Ranju heard it, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just that the spiritual pressure is consumed too much, and the swastika will cause a little burden on the body."

"It's okay for Hitsugaya to use the swastika before."

Chisentao was a little surprised.

Matsumoto Ranju comforted: "It may be that the enemy is too difficult, so don't worry too much."

"Ah."

Chisentao nodded and said, "Hey, why does the invisible empire insist on fighting us?"

"Wars are like this. They start out of personal desires. Yuhabach is probably unwilling to submit to death. He wants to be the only king in the world."

Matsumoto Rangiku sighed, took a sip of tea to moisturize his throat, and a sharp shout sounded, "There is a Quincy!"

Immediately, the sound disappeared from the alley.

Matsumoto Rangiku let go of the teacup directly, wanted to draw his sword and rushed forward, put one hand on his shoulder, "Stay back, Rangiku."

"Silver." She turned her head.

Ichimaru Gin's face was not as relaxed as before, and a pair of squinted eyes opened, "The enemy's strength is not something you can resist."

He said and walked outside.

"Oh, I really didn't expect that I would fight side by side with the kid back then."

Hirako Mako walked to the door in an instant, and also sensed the spiritual pressure in the alley, and made complaints in her mouth to relieve the pressure.

Ichimaru Gin understood his thoughts, shrugged and said: "Yes, the world is unpredictable, and I never thought that one day I will fight as a god of death, hoping to live to the end."

"It's hard to say."

Hasward walked out of the alley, holding a sword, "Put me and you on the balance of fate, and the outcome is obvious which side the balance will lean to."

(End of this chapter)