26 Chapter 25

Once in the residential area of ​​the Fourth Floor, where there was no sign of the heat of lava and cooling magma, Shirosaki walked along a busy street, constantly throwing and again catching a ripe, red-colored apple that reminded him with his color of his heart that he did not think not a second stole it from the counter and disappeared into the sonido, hiding in the crowd, like a boy. He had no desire at all to continue the conversation with Bernard, the so-called captain of the White Mask team. It all came down to the fact that the "minus" considered this pointless and absolutely unnecessary. The only thing that person could be useful for him was the creation of a deceptive presence of the team, which should not cause too much attention from the officers. In the end, Hichigo believed that continuing to climb alone or with the army would be too noticeable, and sooner or later they would notice him. And he wanted to attract unnecessary attention the least, so he agreed without hesitation. It is unlikely that this company will be able to cause him many problems.

Feeling the wind of free life in his neck, rising to his dyed black hair, Hichigo again feels an awkward and exciting heart feeling. It gives a sweet and sour taste in the violet language, which has never tasted such a palette of tastes, and spreads in the brain with an alarming gray ocean. The empty one senses and understands that it is being watched from somewhere above and looks up to the sky, looking at the huge, black screen. Having immediately decided something, he contacts Van and quickly informs that tomorrow they will leave this Floor forever, but after hesitating a bit with the news, he informs that for this he should do one important thing that he does not want to talk about "Watch "

- As you wish. - Sero answers Van, having neither the opportunity nor the right to say another. And it drives him crazy every new day. He already dreams of the moment when he will finally lose himself and disappear from this world, like smoke or steam disappearing into the atmosphere.

Some young man, clearly dreaming of conquering the Tower or the girl walking next to him, for no reason at all speeds up his already quick pace, accidentally knocking down the very girl that he thought about a second ago and trying to get away from here as soon as possible, in order to never again see the predatory grin of an unknown person who, with his head up to the sky, tears apart the familiar routine of the quiet Floor with psychopathic laughter and his poisonous gaze filled with insanity unusually controlled by him. The rest of the people, also walking down that street, also look with surprise and misunderstanding at what they think are a psychopath and begin to whisper quietly, with their voices filled with extraordinary speeches, they overshadow even an unknown person.

Hichigo is quite silent, looking around, making the crowd silently startled. His gaze frightens absolutely everyone, and the aura of power no longer restrained by anyone begins to suppress the weak ascenders and makes some fall unconscious. He had already begun to forget what it was like to feel freedom.

- How infuriating. - Giving an ambiguous answer to himself, he stared askance at the black screen, already understanding where he needed to go to have fun. If the Director of the Floor is in charge here, should it say at least something about his strength and abilities? Right? Could not give this status to someone just like that? "Tomorrow I will come for you, you hear, an officer watching me from her secluded place, and will rip out your heart if you turn out to be another weakling." - An apple, squeezed in his hand, burst like a balloon, pieces of flesh falling on the asphalt. The spoken words flew away with dust from beneath his feet, lost in the hum of human voices, but even so, Hichigo believed that the right person would hear them.

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"Mr. Ji Wan Shi has arrived to you." - The young woman informed, elegantly picking up the skirt of her maid outfit in order to bow respectfully, letting in the main office of the Director of the Fourth Floor a respected person. "If you need anything, just call." She said carefully, relying both on her sixth sense and on the spoiled mood of the Director of the Floor. "I will leave you."

The Director of the Fourth Floor sent a maid with a gesture, after which he pointed to the chair to his left.

- Have a seat. Have a drink - The officer, picking up a closed bottle of whiskey, tapped it with his neck on one of the two pre-prepared glasses.

Smiling wryly and shaking his head negatively, Wang Shi carefully looked at his acquaintance, who clearly was in a bad mood.

"You don't drink, are you?" - The administrator of the Second Floor was surprised, hinting at a friend's illness and at the same time at his unhealthy habit of getting involved in this base business - getting drunk on the insole. Although, if you think about it, they both loved to indulge in these things when they conquered the Tower Floor after Floor together, but after their paths they parted, so much so that they converge only in very rare cases. "Is there really nothing more to do, Vizier?"

The Director of the Floor snorted in disgust, hearing his old nickname, which he left behind a very long time ago.

- Call me by name or director, Gee. - He flushed a little, straightening his blue tie and smoothing his light brown hair licked back. The director was a tall, rather strong and broad man in the shoulders.

The officer of the Second Floor grimaced with displeasure, not even trying to hide this frankly impudent gesture, because he knew that there would be nothing for him, and pulled his favorite suspenders of his pants, after which they returned with a clapping sound - on the shoulders of a rustic simple shirt in blue box.

"As you like, Porky Pig." - With a heavy sigh, Wang Shi said, passing to a free chair. "So why did you call me?" I was told that the matter is urgent. - He hastened to move on to the real topic of conversation, trying to make his life easier, depriving him of the pleasure of listening to all unnecessary nonsense.

- Good. - Porky often nodded his head, sharing the desire of his friend to quickly get to the bottom of the matter. "But before that, I will show you this." - The Director of the Floor picked up a remote control lying on the edge of a small table, right next to the glasses. His gray eyes sparkled with silver when he pressed one of the buttons and from the ceiling, right above the huge window, an equally huge screen began to appear, closing it completely.

Gee stared blankly at the black screen, somewhere inside himself laughing at this situation. He never understood such people who are ready to spend money on such ostentatious nonsense as expensive mansions, when no one lives in them after buying them, cars that gather dust somewhere because of their uselessness, and these huge monitors . Why does a respected person need such garbage if no one sees it anyway, and no one even suspects it, and this person uses it only in such situations? Perhaps he will never get an intelligible answer to this question unless he finds it himself.

- Well, surprise me. - With some challenge, Wan Shi held out, removing the flattened cap from his head and folding it into a tube in his hands.

Soon, when Pig pressed the next button, it happened a few minutes later, a huge screen flashed with bright colors, and a moment later a certain ragged spot appeared on it, smeared with dirt. "Tomorrow I will come for you, you hear, the officer watching me from his secluded place, and will rip your heart out if you turn out to be another weakling." - with a clear challenge and with threatening intonations, he said, standing in the midst of people bypassing him.

- I was surprised. Really. - Restraining himself from twisting his finger at his temple, G made a detached face, looking at the screen with wide eyes, hoping somewhere inside himself that his friend would show something else. But, alas, the picture on the screen has not changed. - You joked like that right now? The officer asked skeptically, looking at Porky with some hopeless look. "I told you not to drink anymore?" Did you say that?

"I knew you would say that." - Pleased with himself and the result, Pig smiled, pressing another button on the remote control.

The officer, before that, staring at the Director of the Floor, jerked with surprise when the subwoofers installed directly in the chair hit with such force and volume that he jumped from surprise. At first, after giving his acquaintance an angry, full of anger gaze, he hastened to translate his displeased, if so one can describe the rage in his eyes, look at the screen. Soon he was already interested, after the sound became quieter, he began to observe how the building collapsed, cut off by a scarlet ray of shins.

"You're right, that's interesting already." - G noted, not once in all the time of his work on the Lower Floors did not meet such destructive power. - What number showed the counter-tire?

- His chaotically released tire showed one million results. - With inappropriate gravity, Porky said, clearly pleased that he was finally taken seriously. - This bastard, whoever he is, has amazing abilities: squeezing a tire to the size of a tennis ball is one thing; but to do it with the help of thought ... - his gaze again shifted to the screen, showing the moment when an unknown person forms a "house" above his head and emits a beam upward, knocking down a girl attacking him from above. - This is some kind of monster. I suppose that he can create several such rays without much straining. He made no hand movements, but simply looked up. Do you understand?

- You think he's a FUG killer? - Leaning to this option, suggested Gee.

- Maybe I'm wrong. - The Director of the Floor thought about something. - His attack is the complete opposite of the crown stroke FUG *, which uses vibrations of the tire to the human body, thereby causing huge damage with a simple touch. Rumor has it that they can tear a person from the inside, if you put enough power. - Porky Pig informed, making a rather indifferent face, although he understood that Gee saw him through and through. - The same bastard collects a chaotic tire floating in the air and already creates a "house" out of it, but not a simple one, but a compressed one. If we analyze his attack, then we can conclude that the shinsu-ball, which is released after the shinsu-ray, should be much larger than we can see on the record.

- I see. - Wan Shi sighed, looking at the paused moment where the shinsu-ball turns into a deadly beam of saturated red color. "And that color too ..." he said muffledly. - We have here another Red Tower * was missing.

The Director of the Floor swallowed cautiously, suddenly discovering a striking resemblance between these completely different people.

"Don't be so joking." - Pig shrugged, feeling uncomfortable with mentioning the nicknames of the second rank in the Tower. But if there is at least some connection between the two - the person in the video and the Red Tower, then the first one must immediately be seized and found out from him. In any way.

"Well, now I kind of understood the reason for your excitement, Porky, but what do you want from me?" - Turning, in fact, to the second part of their conversation, G asked, returning the cap back to his head. "Do you really want me to bring him to you?" - He asked ehidno.

- Ahem! Of course not! - The Director of the Floor answered sharply, making a formidable face. Campaign Wang Shi touched him for a living, his sloppy question. - If this person is at least somehow connected with Andrew, then you need to report him to the Keeper of the First Floor.

- Rabbit-Hedon? - Gee smiled, puzzling over the assigned task from the director. - What are you going to do? - He asked in response, again looking at the screen, starting to slide back into the hole in the ceiling. - "And why do you need such crap, except for such moments?" - Unexpectedly, even for himself, the officer of the Second Floor mentally asked.

The Director of the Fourth Floor sighed and made a serious expression on his face, as if he was ready to say something very important to him.

- I learned that he was going to participate in the "Rookie Race". - He began. - And for some reason I'm sure that only he will reach the end of the race.

"You decided to fight him." - I immediately understood the intent of my friend G. - This is a rather rash step, we don't know anything about his abilities, except that he can shoot shinsu-rays ... well, and a few other absolutely unimportant abilities. He hides his strength one hundred percent and shows open aggression towards the officers ...

- Enough! - Pig quickly interrupted his friend, who seemed to have forgotten who is the director and who is just the administrator. "It feels like you think I can lose!"

- I did not say that. Ji objected, looking displeased at the gloomy man.

"You know what you need to do, and now leave me!"

"As you say, old friend."

After waiting another second, Wang Shi got up, quickly leaving the office of the Director of the Fourth Floor, stopping only once, right in front of the door, to show him reverence as the director of the Fourth Floor, bowing a little ..

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