The Fate of the Gunman

"Then since you can't change the immediate problem, why did you support this plan in the first place?"

Maybe it was because there were so many things mentioned in Wu Xu's words, Lancer even felt that he couldn't think a little bit, so he simply asked.

"It's very simple, as I said before—time."

"Time is really a magical existence. Back then, I wished to kill all the Ghoul who appeared before my eyes, even at the expense of my everything..."

It was said that the aura on Wu Xu Manto was obviously confused, but then the chaotic breath gradually calmed down, because Wu Xu Manto took out a photo from his arms. It was a middle-aged man and the man sitting on his neck. child.

"But until I got home and saw the ignorant little angel, I realized that I still had to do something. I learned to calm down. She, like her mother, saved me... So --- ———"

Halfway through the conversation, Wu Xu, Wu Xu, turned his face to look at Lancer.

"If you dare to make Xiao cry, I will never spare you, even if you are my strongest subordinate."

"Definitely not!"

In Lancer's impression, Akira Mato has cried only twice. One time, after Wu Xu died, she cried out of control when drinking with Amen Kotaro, and another time when Amon Kotaro cried when she sacrificed. Lancer will definitely protect his teachers and friends. In his opinion, he will never cry anymore. If anyone makes the other person cry, then Lancer will have a big deal to teach him. Up.

Looking at the confident expression on Lancer's face, Maha Wu Xu didn't know what to say for a while. He wanted to continue to say something, but in the end he turned into a sigh.

"Forget it, let's talk about business, where did we talk just now?"

"time."

"Okay, time. Then we need time. As time goes by, the number of Ghoul species will continue to increase as they multiply, and the number of attacked humans will also explode geometrically. Then the easiest way is to find a complete solution. What is the method? Or to put it another way, if we can't directly reduce the number of cantonese species, how can we reduce them?"

Although Lancer at this time is no longer the newcomer who can only stay behind him and be protected by him, Wu Xu Mato taught Lancer as always, trying to make Lancer think for himself through his own methods.

"Differentiate them?"

"Yes, it is to divide them. There are always ghouls who want to live a normal life. In order to maintain their normal life, they will inevitably fight other ghouls without our orders. This not only cuts a part directly. The number of our enemies can even increase the number of "cannon fodder", and the sacrifice ratio of search officers will naturally decrease..."

Maha Wu Xu didn't care to categorize those who had "surrendered" according to the plan into the category of "cannon fodder", and from the expressions on him, this was also his most true thought.

"Mr. Maha..."

"What's wrong?"

"Actually what I gave to Dr. A and B of the local line is..."

"say no more."

Before Lancer's words were finished, he was stopped again by Wu Xu.

"You are the search officer I brought out. I met you before you joined CCG. Although I dare not say that I know you better than yourself, I know that you will never be a person who will take revenge. I believe that the reason you didn't tell me at the beginning was because of your own considerations, and even now I am still the same as I just said - I believe you."

Sometimes the heaviest thing in the world is'trust', and Lancer doesn't say much, just unconsciously squeezed the steering wheel of the car.

"Mr. Maha..."

"Ok?"

"I won't let you down, I will definitely change this crazy world."

This is the first time Lancer has unabashedly stated his wishes, but his voice is extremely firm.

At this, Wu Xu Mato just showed a slight smile.

"I look forward to this day. Then I can shed my job and do what I like at home, right? Maybe then I can take my grandson like an ordinary old man? So, you want Come on, Lancer."

"I will work hard!"

Hearing Mabe Wu Xu's words, Lancer also felt his blood surge again.

And Wu Xu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, only smiled when he saw Lancer's performance.

As one of the most qualified investigators in the CCG, Wu Xu Manto has seen too many passionate young people, or once he was one of them, but the difference from the past is that this is the first time I think it looks like' Impossible things seem to be really possible in general.

'I hope that day will come soon, so that I can go to the'Xiao' to fight to the death without regret.'

At this time, Lancer was so excited that he didn't even notice the cold light in the eyes of Wu Xu...

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After sending Mato Wu Xu back to the branch, Lancer followed the route given by Mato Wu Xu to the reconstruction workshop under CCG.

There is no doubt that he was going to place an order, but what he didn't expect was that another'crisis' was approaching him quietly while he was waiting for the good news.

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Chapter 40 The sight is so dazzling, but I don’t know why there is a kind of calmness.

Although'Antiques' has a small storefront, the manager's craftsmanship is impeccable. This also makes this small coffee shop have many loyal customers, and because of the recent CCG recovery of 11 wards, the entire Tokyo city The Ghoul in the area has been deterred to a certain extent. At least the Ghoul in the other districts except the first four districts and the last area have converged a lot, but the strange thing is that the antiques today leave work on time as before.

Many customers were very helpless and hoped that the boss could open for a while. However, Koshin Yoshimura reluctantly said that for the safety of the migrant workers in the store, he still leaves work at the same time. Although everyone has no choice but to accept it, no one has any choice. What I thought was that there were still many people sitting in the shop in the early hours of the morning.

Minami Xuan and Guma Yuaner sat at the bar and watched TV while drinking coffee made by the manager. Nishio Nishiki was talking on the phone with his girlfriend while holding a cell phone. Touka Kirishima was a rare sitting Looking at the book in the guest's position, it was obvious that she was preparing for the next day's class.

But at this moment, the store door was suddenly pushed open. Everyone tensed their muscles unconsciously, but they were taken aback when they saw the people coming.

"Miss Dikou still has a young girl?"

Fukuchi Ryoko looked a little sluggish at this time, and there was no doubt that the injury he had suffered was not healed.

As for the arrival of the two, Dongxiang Kirishima naturally looked incredible. In her impression, it shouldn't be the time to come to the store to'pick up', right?

But before the two of them greeted each other downstairs, there was the sound of engine stalling, followed by a sound of extremely steady footsteps.

"Crack~"

The shop was pushed away again. Lancer, who was holding a helmet in one hand, was just about to say hello, but after seeing the people in the shop, she was taken aback for a while, because she didn't expect to see the flute mouth mother and daughter here.

But before Lancer could speak, the Flute Hina, who had been standing behind Flute Ryoko, trot over and hugged Lancer's waist.

Although Lancer’s perception is not malicious, Lancer still feels a bit strange to be hugged by her. After all, if the other party gives him a ruthlessness at this time, his kidney can be next to the other's arm...

"Uncle Lancer, thank you before!"

This time, the performance of Flute Mouth is completely opposite to the last time. The last time I saw him, it was like a hamster who saw a big bad wolf and hid behind the rabbit. This time he took the initiative to come up to thank you. It feels a little... weird?

And the name of the other party?uncle?

Lancer, who put his hands under the opponent's armpit, picked him up and put him aside, looked helpless, because he encountered another embarrassing thing - he didn't know what to call him.

Flute mouth?There are two flute mouths here; young real?No matter how you look at the relationship between the two, it is strange to shout like this; Miss Flute?It feels like calling Ryoko Flute...