Dragon Nation: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Chapter 55 Special Watchtower

"The second team, take the elevator to the 150-meter-high observation deck, pick up the members of the first team and evacuate from Tokyo Tower."

Inside the watchtower, Yabuki Sakura, as the frontline commander, was leaning sideways to confront Ruri Kazama, and at the same time was conducting command with a headset.

There are two purposes for the elite troops of the Sheqi Bajia to enter the tower.

One, confirm the presence of explosives, traps, etc.

Second, if there are combat troops of the ghosts, they are responsible for fighting with them.

But at this time, it has been confirmed in Tokyo Tower that there are no other members of the ghost group, only the king general and Kazama Ruri who are super hybrids, so the meaning of their staying here is gone.

Only super hybrids can deal with super hybrids. Even a killer as good as Yabuki Sakura is barely qualified to intervene in their battles.The greater strategic significance is to stay in the tower to provide additional assistance for some special situations.

For example.
"Finally, I'm leaving. I'm still worried that if she's too brainy to take risks. Really, I'm just a poor person who gets paid to do things and is held accountable. Why was it targeted by Fujimaru-san? ?” The man said softly, his words were resentful, not like he was complaining about the intractability of the enemy, but more like a housewife complaining that her husband came home late.

There's no way around this, probably because the man's makeup is too girly, it's the feminine, charming, glamorous and beautiful that will spread wildly in the chat forums if he wears revealing cosplay clothes.

"Your name is Yabuki Sakura, right?"

The man turned his head and showed a subtle smile, but the subtlety might just be his self-cognition. To outsiders, it looked like the ancient Hashihime with heavy makeup, wearing a bloody red dress and smiling.

It was very coquettish and beautiful, but Yabuki Sakura didn't care to appreciate it, and didn't even plan to answer it.

Kazama Ruri was not annoyed, he just showed his usual expression and watched quietly with a slight smile.

Of course it's not about admiring the beauty's face.

Although Yabuki Sakura has an appearance not inferior to Sakurai Kogure, Kazama Ruri is not very interested in such things, he prefers to look at himself in the mirror.

So what he looked at was the butterflies flying in front of him, not a metaphor for beauty, but a real silver butterfly that descended from the sky, flew past Yabuki Sakura's shoulder, and was suspended in this huge observation deck.

Even Liuli Kazama had just seen it. The butterflies were silent, but at some point they had spread and floated around the special observation deck. They were not flying, but spinning slowly.

Because it wasn't a real butterfly, but a small silver blade with a dangerous toxin smeared on it.

Sakura's word spirit is [Yinliu], which is not a powerful word spirit.

But just like there is no weak stand-in ability, only weak stand-in messengers, Yabuki Sakura has developed her simple ability to the point that no one can match. She precisely controls the airflow, and the wind supports these delicate blades. The heaviest of them is only more than 30 grams, but the nano-treated blade is enough to cut through the enemy's body.

That was her domain, where deadly swarms of butterflies silently took control of the battlefield.

"You don't like talking, you only like action, don't you? I can't imagine how you get along with Fujimaru-san."

Even though surrounded by butterflies, Kazama Liuli didn't panic at all. He even raised his fingers and poked forward, as if he was playing with real butterflies, as if the silver butterfly didn't have enough venom to kill several grown men.

"Don't bother you."

Yabuki Sakura responded coldly, retracting the swirling butterfly some distance away, forming a circle around Ruri Kazama, but did not step forward.

"Hey, are you willing to speak up when you mention Fujimaru Tatsuka? By the way—won't you attack?"

Kazama Ruri's mental state is very bad, most of the time he is just a lunatic who throws himself into the fire and dances wantonly on the stage just to win the ups and downs of the audience's emotions, but as the contact with Fujimaru Tachika deepens, , he seems to return to normal people.

So he raised his eyebrows at this moment, and he seemed to enjoy the feeling of verbally suppressing the other party more than the murder weapon around him.Maybe it's because he has been pressed and punched by someone recently, which made him feel a little relieved at this moment.

".I didn't intend to attack you. These are just props for self-protection." Yabuki Sakura paused, ignoring the knife hidden in the man's words, and explained.

"Presumably, Lord Dragon King of the fierce ghosts, shouldn't care about my little trick of a killer?"

"Hmm," Kazama Liuli pondered for a moment. "That doesn't matter, but you speak and act so rigidly, you are really a boring woman."

He tilted his head, pretending to be suspicious.

"—Can you really satisfy Fujimaru Tachika?"

"."

This guy has been annoying since just now.

The expression on Yabuki Sakura's face didn't even change a centimeter, but she didn't intend to answer this question, she just turned on the headset to ensure the progress of the second team's mission.

It's just that the fist on the side was clenched a little unconsciously.

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There was the rubbing sound of the elevator rope being stretched, and the sound of fine chips rubbing against the edge of the metal box. Fujimaru Tatsuka put his hand in his pocket and held a corner tightly.Although the body is still relaxed, the pupils of the eyes are shining in the darkness.

She stood in front of the window and watched the raindrops hit the window, and the transparent flowers scattered in all directions. The untimely red jacket was so abrupt in the elevator. There was no exciting latest technology in it, just the New Year in the commercial street. Discounted great styles.

No matter how good the armor is, it is not as good as the body of the top half-blood, so it is meaningless.

Behind the raindrops is the night view of Tokyo city, and there is also the shadow of the girl herself.Those brightly lit buildings stand in the rainy night, like huge stone monuments inlaid with gems. The city looks as grand as the ancient Roman city, but it is even more brilliant.

She has seen the splendid and profound civilization of ancient times, she has also drifted on the vast sea, once confronted the world-renowned knights, and defeated the mother goddess who created the world head-on.

She obviously has such brilliant results, but she can't let go of the next "simple" battle.

All the reliable heroic spirits around him dissipated, leaving behind me a weak and powerless self.

Even though the crisis of annihilation is approaching, I am not leading my companions to defeat the evil, but fighting with a group of like-minded warriors.

Defeating foreign enemies is easy, but this kind of dirty infighting is not what Fujimaru Tatsuka is good at.

How many times has she been backstabbed.
——Look carefully, this is not a situation that can be overcome by Fujimaru Tatsuka alone.

At first, it was that Tokyo neon night, the girl talked with her Genji boss about the "beauty" of his childhood.

It was a cruel, mysterious, and cold nightmare that made people want to avoid it.

Yuan Zhisheng buried everything that happened in his heart, but was dug out by a girl whom he had only known for a few days, a monster, and one of his kind, forcing him to recall everything in the past.

He released and waved goodbye, vowing to slaughter the last of the demons, usher in a new era, and break the chains of generations.

And the young girl who has heard the story, instead of the young man, fell into the darkness.

She saw too much from this story full of contradictions.

Mengguizhong and Sheqi Bajia literally have the same root and origin.

A crisis of confidence that neither the enemy nor the enemy can rely on.

At present, there is no clue at all, and the [Existence X] whose identity is unknown.

It was a mystery that a man with a monster heart and an extremely ruthless mind set out to create long, long ago.

Fengjian Liuli, Yuanzhisheng, the Eight Snake Qi Family, and the fierce ghosts, all danced and danced in that person's hands like chess pieces.

But now, he passively stepped into the center of the spider web that had already covered Tokyo.

From the beginning to the end, this trip to the radio tower was not the last blow of the Bajia of Snake Qi against the ghosts, nor was it a desperate counterattack by the ghosts.

It's the chess player behind him, a signal that he is about to make a move.

Fujimaru Tachika, on the other hand, was in a completely passive state.

What is she going to do in order to win the only candlelight of victory in this desperate chaos?
As heavy rain descends on Tokyo, she will find out in Tokyo Tower, still the symbol of Japan's tallest mountain.

Is it to fulfill the promise she fulfilled, to get back the head of the ghost kings, or...
Ding.

The moment the elevator arrived, a pre-set sound sounded overhead.

At an altitude of more than 200 meters, a special observation deck.

Here she is.

The moment the girl stepped out of the elevator, the LED screen of the elevator behind her suddenly lost its color, and there was a dull sound of gears closing inside the cabin, and then fell into dead silence.

The girl looked back nonchalantly, and quickly came to a conclusion.

Obviously, General Wang cut off the power to the elevator.

This is his territory, he has prepared for a longer time, and this level of control is not difficult to understand.

But what is certain is that——

Next, this special watchtower will be transformed into an absolute cage, like a circular Colosseum sunken deep in the basin.

No one can escape from here.

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