The Chainsaw Man, but the Darkin Sword Demon

Under the horrified eyes of the codeword demon, he opened his mouth.

Click, click, click...

The sound of broken bones echoed in the alley, completely crushing the last illusion of the two German friends.

Mogg watched the codeword demon being eaten, and the keyboard in his hand suddenly disappeared.

He wanted to reprimand Mubai for "not talking about martial arts", but he seemed too weak to speak now - the femoral artery ruptured, and such a large amount of bleeding would cause him to go into hemorrhagic shock in a very short period of time , and die.

Mubai, who finished eating the code word devil, turned his head, smiled, and looked at the two foreign distinguished guests in front of him.

"40 million..."

Chapter 45 Macchima: Daba (plus more)

At 9:24 p.m., inside an embassy in Kyoto.

Mrs. Mirsis from Germany looked at the night scene outside the window, her brows almost knit into a ball.

She just got the news that the two top demon hunters she brought from Germany—Mogg and Charles—both died in a small alley.

Although these two are not the strongest demon hunters in Germany, they are also rare T1-level combat power. It is really unwilling to die like this.

If their deaths can be exchanged for some value—for example, the giant sword that all countries want to obtain, then it’s okay, but they died worthless and meaningless!

Simply killed by that half-human, half-demon named Mubai!

This is a loss-making business!

Ugh!

Mrs. Millis sighed again and again.

After a while, she seemed to be talking to herself or to the obese man next to her, "I never thought that half-human, half-demon would be so powerful... My guard, Charles, has already summoned the swastika demon." , but he was still killed, even instantly killed..."

"I also sacrificed one of my demon hunters for this." The fat man beside him shrugged.

He is naturally the immediate boss of the Jewish-American John—Mr. Tripp.

"Although the role of Little John is like this, I have to say that it is really a waste."

Poor Mr. John, the American demon hunter, may not know until his death that the purpose of his being brought to Kyoto is to offer Charles a sacrifice to the swastika demon—Ms. Millis and Mr. Tripp agreed in advance.

"His strength has exceeded our expectations." Mrs. Millis shook her head, "or...cognition."

"Cognition? No, no, no, this is not enough. The gun demon that appeared 13 years ago is the one that completely refreshes human cognition." Tripp waved his hand.

"But the Demon of the Gun is still defeated, isn't he?"

"You mean we can't defeat this half-human, half-demon?"

"To be honest, it's difficult. At least from the point of view of the demon hunters we brought to Kyoto this time, no one is his opponent."

"Are you so frustrated after only losing a few demon hunters?" Tripp laughed disdainfully.

Mrs. Millis frowned, and her tone became a little displeased: "I'm not like a businessman with no conscience like you. The death of my guard makes me feel extremely sad."

"There is no one else here." Tripp still disdains, "If you want to get compensation by selling miserably, well, you succeeded-this plan was arranged by us together, you died two people, I died Alone, I will naturally give you compensation."

Hearing this, Mrs. Millis's frown instantly relaxed.

For politicians like them, interests are always greater than human lives.

"Let's think about what to do next." Tripp also looked out of the window. "It's impossible for Mazima to let us go before this matter is over."

"Hmm." Mrs. Millis nodded, "I think... Maybe we need to gather more people. Since two or three people alone can't defeat him, then ten, twenty, thirty people .”

"You want to talk to the others and have them send all the demon hunters at once?" Tripp asked.

"This is the last resort."

"Um……"

"Don't hesitate any longer, Mr. Tripp. You know, as long as we can get that sword, we want to kill Machima, and that's the most important thing."

"This... well, maybe now is indeed not the time for internal fighting."

Tripp stood up with his round belly supported, and his tone revealed a kind of confidence that he understood the king.

"Looks like I'm also going to invite my powerful demon hunter."

Meanwhile, on the other side of Kyoto.

Mubai, who had reverted to human form, knocked on Room 1501 where Maqima was.

At this time, Mazima had just finished taking a shower, and was sitting by the bed sorting out a large stack of seemingly complicated materials.Seeing Mu Bai approaching, a gentle smile appeared on her indifferent face.

"Good evening, Xiaobai. Is everything settled?"

"Well, it's all settled." Shirtless Mu Bai followed the other's gesture and sat on the sofa.

"Have your clothes been ruined again?" asked Marchma.

"Well, first part of it was dissolved by concentrated sulfuric acid, and then transformed into a demon form and the other part was broken, and the uniform was completely broken."

"Have you been splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid?"

"Ah."

"It must hurt, right?"

"Fortunately."

"Thank you, Xiaobai." Maqima casually picked up her uniform and walked up to Mubai, and then gently put it on for Mubai—even though it was a bit small for Mubai. "Put on mine first, don't catch a cold."

"Thank you." Mubai looked at his trousers, which were also torn and corroded by concentrated sulfuric acid, and after hesitating for a moment, he was still too embarrassed to ask the other party for another pair of trousers.

Machima's clothes... are very fragrant, a faint fragrance, a bit like the scent of lavender, and a bit like the scent of roses.

Of course, Maqima did not have the habit of wearing perfume, and the fragrance on her clothes was not the smell of washing powder, but her own body fragrance.

"I'll get you a new set when I get back to Tokyo, so you don't have to return this one." Machima also sat on the sofa, and they were very close to each other. No more than five centimeters.

Mu Bai could already smell the scent of the other party's body - indeed it was exactly the same smell as the clothes.

Oh, and a little shampoo and body wash scent.

"Thank you, Miss Macchima. I have something for you too."

"What is it?"

"finger."

"Ok?"

Maqima was still wondering, but Mubai had already taken out three bloody fingers from his tattered pocket.

There was no doubt that they were real fingers—the freshly cut kind.

"This one belongs to a German demon hunter, this one belongs to a German demon hunter, and this one belongs to an American demon hunter..." Mu Bai's familiar appearance combined with this scary thing looks a little scary.

"Because it's inconvenient to bring their corpses back, I cut off three fingers as tokens... It should be okay, right? The bonus won't be reduced, right? If so, I can go and bring those three corpses back now. .”

"No, of course the bonus won't decrease." Mazima was still smiling—an ordinary little girl would probably jump up and scream when she saw such a thing. "I believe in you, Xiaobai. So next time you don't have to bring anything back, just tell me how many people you killed."

"Oh, okay."

"The three demon hunters cost 60 yuan. Can I include it in your salary for this month and send it to you?"

"no problem."

"Yeah." Mazima smiled brightly, and then fell silent.

It stands to reason that Mu Bai should be more sensible and take the initiative to say goodbye, but he did not leave in a hurry, but put his hand into his pocket again—but this time he changed to a clean hand.

"I have one more thing for you, Miss Marchma."

"If it's another token, you don't need to show it to me." Mazima smiled.

"It's not a token, it's... this."

Under the suspicious gaze of the other party, Mu Bai took out a small box of chocolates from his pocket.

"When I came back, I happened to see a cake shop. I wanted to buy you the tiramisu that I promised you to eat before, but the boss said that the tiramisu was sold out, so I bought this for you. I hope you Do not mind."

"..." Mazima was taken aback, and the expression on her face suddenly became a little unnatural - she suddenly didn't know what expression to use.

It's not that she's in a complicated mood, but... She really doesn't know what expression to put on.

For a person like her who has almost no emotions, all the expressions she usually makes are based on the situation and adapt to the situation-select the most suitable expression from a psychological point of view, not her real emotions.

Should I laugh?Seems a bit out of place.

Should you show surprise?Seems a bit wrong too...

"What's wrong with you? Don't you like chocolate?" Mu Bai looked at the woman in front of him, and then at the chocolate in his hand.

Could it be that this piece of chocolate was found to be cheap...?

"If you don't like it... I'll buy you tiramisu next time? I'll take this back and feed it to Pava."

"No, I like it very much." Mazima suddenly snatched the chocolate from the opponent's hand as if the computer had successfully restarted. "Thank you, Xiaobai."

"Uh...you're welcome...?" Mu Bai always felt that the other party's expression was weird—as if he was expressing a very new and complicated emotion.

Machima opened the box of chocolates, and there were only three chocolates inside.

She put one of them into her mouth, and the slightly bitter sweetness immediately invaded her taste buds.

Her unnatural expression gradually relaxed.

There was a smile on her face again—a smile that seemed more genuine than ever.

"You can eat one too, Mubai." She picked up the second chocolate and fed it into the other's mouth with her own hands.

Compared with elegant tasting, Mu Bai prefers simple and rough taste.As for the taste...it's sweet, and then a little bit bitter, but it's not bad, it's a very cost-effective chocolate.

After all, this box of three is only 300 yen...

After eating the chocolate in his mouth, Mu Bai looked at the last chocolate in the box.

As if guessing what he was thinking, Maqima suddenly smiled and closed the box: "I want to keep the last daba."

"Ah, this..." Mu Bai felt a little bit of surprise while feeling regretful.

Miss Marchma looks a little bit today...

kinda...

cute?

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Chapter 46 Boring, I want to see rivers of blood! (plus more)

When Mubai returned to the room, all the police officers hadn't dispersed, and everyone had a tense and solemn expression on their faces—except for a heartless shit who doesn't flush water.

"Have you found the demon hunter hiding in the dark and causing chaos?" Hayakawa Qiu was the first to ask.

"Well, it's all settled." Mu Bai took out the three severed fingers from his pocket again, "A total of 60 yuan has been included in my salary for this month."