The Justice I Never Expected Has Increased 40

Chapter 40

“How is it?”

In a ward of a Tokyo hospital, Makino Haruki removed the disguise props from his face, looking at his companion in the corner, not at all resembling the deceased person reported in the news.

A few hours ago, just before Verlaine entered the hospital, Public Security, together with the doctor in charge, resuscitated Officer Makino, whose heart had inexplicably stopped. However, just as Verlaine was leaving, the officer who had abandoned Makino during the mission summoned his courage and raised his gun at Verlaine.

This was unexpected. Morofushi Hiromitsu instinctively tried to stop him, but Amuro Tooru, also disguised as a doctor, held him back firmly.

Using high potassium to make Makino Haruki appear dead was already dangerous enough. If Verlaine found out it was a deception, it would be even more dangerous.

“How did Kazuya know that person would come looking for me?”

Makino Haruki hesitated, carefully choosing his words in front of his two police juniors.

“It’s said there’s a list,” Amuro Tooru glanced at the message on his phone, replying calmly. “We should have released the news of your death on the first day he lost contact, but we were held back by some things. As of now, Kazuya probably thinks you’re really dead.”

“But aren’t you shocked?” Officer Makino’s eyes widened. “There are actually people with superpowers in this world—Kazuya too? Can he fly? Or can he control gravity like that person that day? I thought those were only things in movies… wait, since Kazuya thinks I’m really dead, then where is Kazuya now?”

Officer Makino asked a series of questions. Amuro Tooru was silent, not knowing which to answer first.

“Sorry, we don’t know about that either,” Morofushi Hiromitsu pulled the curtains, feeling a slight headache. “But I heard from the Yokohama police that they’ve started evacuating residents within Yokohama, and the port has also stopped trading activities, he’s probably there.”

This was as good as saying nothing.

The Public Security Bureau strictly forbade anyone from getting involved in this incident. Verlaine’s existence had become an international issue, especially after hearing that he was the assassin at the Queen’s coronation—Britain also seemed to have sent corresponding ability users and detectives, and they were currently coordinating procedures.

“But you two don’t look like you’re obediently listening either…” Officer Makino paused, looking at the weapons on them. “Where did you get these? Stole them from your organization?”

Completely unaware that knowing too much would get him killed, Makino Haruki reached out, even saying, “Can I borrow one? I’m also concerned about the safety of Yokohama residents.”

Amuro Tooru: “…”

Morofushi Hiromitsu: “…”

“Impossible,” Amuro Tooru ruthlessly refused.

“I’m your senpai, after all.”

“Can you have some self-awareness as a patient? You’ve just escaped danger.”

“I’m a police officer, my body is better than ordinary people.”

“…I know you’re a police officer, I already said that’s not the problem.”

Amuro Tooru took a deep breath, feeling that this person was somewhat similar to Asuka Kazuya. No wonder they could get along, both equally troublesome.

“Besides, I was also transferred from Public Security to the First Investigation Division,” Makino Haruki nodded, meeting Amuro Tooru’s death glare. “You know, we Public Security officers have some despicable methods, like snitching to someone’s superior, as long as we achieve our goals, it’s not considered a mistake.”

Amuro Tooru smiled, a hint of gritted teeth in his voice: “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Senpai isn’t allergic to anesthetics, right?”

“I’ll also report to your superior about you giving me an anesthetic.”

Morofushi Hiromitsu silently turned around, counting for a few seconds.

When he turned back, Amuro Tooru was expressionless, carrying the unconscious Makino Haruki to the bed.

His mouth opened and closed, looking at his friend with an unreadable expression: “Although I don’t want to jump to conclusions, is this why Calvados always sings by your bedside in the middle of the night?”

“I’ve never given him an anesthetic,”

Amuro Tooru said expressionlessly, picking up the gun on the table.

“That would damage his health.”

“I always put the drugs directly in his cake.”

“…”

“Zero,” Morofushi Hiromitsu paused. “I think it’s about the same.”

“…”

The situation in Yokohama was worse than expected. Pedestrians were fleeing everywhere, several cars hit by missiles from the sky in the chaos, causing unstoppable explosions.

Amuro Tooru looked up, seeing the helicopters circling the black sphere. It was a terrifying sight, everything that approached the sphere would uncontrollably combust, then carbonize, falling from the sky.

“Hi, Kazuya’s justice friend,”

Dazai Osamu, leading his subordinates in the attack, stood by the roadside, casually greeting Amuro Tooru, who had just gotten out of the car.

“I’m the justice friend, then what are you?”

Not intimidated by this scene, Amuro Tooru raised an eyebrow, retorting calmly.

“Kazuya’s evil friend?”

Dazai Osamu corrected: “Kazuya and I aren’t friends.”

“But then again, can’t you guess why Kazuya kept it from you? Coming here specifically is playing right into their hands.”

Not dying by Verlaine’s hands, but by stray bullets in the chaos.

There were countless ways to explain Amuro Tooru’s death, Dazai Osamu could think of 230 just by standing here.

“We guessed,”

Amuro Tooru looked away, staring directly at the black hole.

“But I said I would stay with him until he can make his own judgments.”

Dazai Osamu’s expression didn’t change. He stared at Amuro Tooru’s face for a moment, then chuckled unhurriedly, also looking at the center of the battle in the distance.

“That constantly appearing red cube is Kazuya, pray that he can master Rimbaud-kun’s ability.”

“Or else?”

“The end of the world?” Dazai Osamu tilted his head dramatically. “How is it, Bourbon-kun, are you scared enough to run away?”

“Of course not,” Amuro Tooru chuckled, using his gun to deflect the falling debris. “Did you consider ordinary people when you were doing this?”

Crying children, elderly people unable to get up, couples anxiously calling out their loved ones’ names…

Amuro Tooru raised his hand, taking the assembled weapon from Morofushi Hiromitsu.

“I’m not here just for Kazuya,”

The Public Security officer turned his head, meeting Dazai Osamu’s gaze for a few seconds, then walking deeper inside.

“Unlike you, I’m here for the abandoned ordinary people.”

…

So painful.

So painful, so painful, so painful.

Pulling out the iron rod piercing his shoulder, Asuka Kazuya used Rimbaud’s ability to block Verlaine’s attack from behind, staggering to his feet.

He was still in this dreamscape created by Rimbaud, unaware of Verlaine’s rampage outside.

But Verlaine seemed to have anticipated this. He looked at Rimbaud behind Asuka Kazuya, calmly saying, “I see.”

After pulling his consciousness into this illusion, the shackles of humanity would naturally be released. The monster imprisoned within Verlaine was unleashed, attempting to destroy all of Yokohama—this was slightly better than being driven to the edge by others. Thanks to Rimbaud’s plan, Verlaine brought part of the monster’s power with him when he entered, at least the attacks he could unleash outside were considerably weakened.

“You’ve been hiding here after being defeated by Chuuya?” Verlaine asked.

He wasn’t in much better shape than Asuka Kazuya. Half of Verlaine’s face was covered in blood, he calmly put his dislocated arm back in place.

“Isn’t this good?”

Rimbaud closed his eyes, a faint smile on his lips.

“Unlike you, precisely because I saw Kazuya interacting with others, I don’t agree with your loneliness theory.”

“He just doesn’t understand yet,”

Verlaine said casually.

“I can’t stand that kind of loneliness, like a soulless equation, all we have is meaningless existence.”

He finished, turning his gaze to Asuka Kazuya, who had healed his wounds.

“You too, Kazuya. The friends you think you have are only using you.”

“It was Dazai who betrayed you to me, as for those police officers, they only want to obtain more information from you—and those experiments, you know, right? They only care about your ability, they don’t treat you like a human being at all.”

“Shut up,”

Asuka Kazuya frowned. He took a step forward, appearing behind Verlaine without warning the next second.

“I have eyes, do you think I don’t know?”

[As your partner, they haven’t been able to contact you!]

[If it weren’t for you saving my life, I would have poisoned you long ago.]

[My younger sister, it doesn’t matter if we don’t tell her the truth for now.]

[Gin is a suspicious man, I must die here, sorry, this wasn’t a responsibility someone your age should bear…]

[What kind of organization would send him undercover?! Public Security?]

[It’s more than just knowing him, I can only be at ease when I see you with my own eyes.]

Many voices converged here, and then Asuka Kazuya narrowed his eyes, seeing the golden shadow in the apartment.

He reached out to him, then pretended nothing had happened and looked away.

[Calvados, learn slowly.]

Asuka Kazuya had once thought that these memories were what trapped him.

But that wasn’t right. Asuka Kazuya recalled the letter Sakaguchi Ango wrote him a long time ago. He hadn’t gotten an answer from Chief Taneda at the time, so he pestered Ango for a long time.

Actually, Ango wasn’t much older than him.

But the young man wrote in his letter, disobeying orders,

[Kazuya, people always live by that little bit of kindness.]

[That little bit of kindness can change a boring life, there are always people who, for that little bit of kindness, do their best to give back accordingly.]

“What data, what program?”

The collision of abilities created a huge gravitational field. Asuka Kazuya’s golden hair was ruffled by the wind, his eyes filled with fierce anger.

“I’ve never hated my birth, I’m human, even if I die here now to prove it, I don’t care.”

Because he hated humans, he came to Japan.

Because he wanted to find someone who understood him, he came to Yokohama.

Verlaine was stunned, seeing the burning flames in the young man’s eyes.

What kind of light was that?

Verlaine vaguely recalled the day Rimbaud brought Asuka Kazuya to him.

He squatted down and introduced himself to this emotionless child.

From “I’m A1067” to “I have a name, I’m Asuka Kazuya,” the child in the lab coat tilted his head, asking him very cutely, “What does ‘older brother’ mean?”

Verlaine explained to him, meaning they were the same kind, they should protect each other.

Asuka Kazuya seemed to understand, reaching out and making a pinky promise with him.

[Then I’ll protect you, just like they asked me to protect Chuuya.]

[What’s Chuuya?]

[2383 lines.]

Asuka Kazuya pointed at his head, his expression determined.

[Just like you and Rimbaud gave me a name, I also gave Chuuya a name.]

[With me and Chuuya, older brother won’t be lonely anymore.]

His inner thoughts were seen through at a glance.

Verlaine stood there, not dodging Asuka Kazuya’s attack.

[Black No. 12]

This was Verlaine’s true identity. His name was given by Rimbaud. Like a kind of inheritance, they always named the companions they found.

“You were the one who was wrong, Paul,”

Rimbaud stood not far away, calmly watching this scene.

“No matter what others say, I think your birthdays are worth celebrating.”

[If it’s for my partner, I would gladly go to any hell.]

[As long as there are still gods in the sky, there is still a future ahead.]

These were the words Rimbaud wrote in his journal before their falling out.

Verlaine blinked slightly, he could feel the monster outside collapsing. He lost the will to resist, seeing Nakahara Chuuya, jumping down from above, unleash Corruption.

“Is that so…”

The young man smiled faintly, his body pierced by Asuka Kazuya’s weapon, just like the monster outside being defeated by Nakahara Chuuya.

He pulled the golden-haired young man into his arms in this position.

“After planning for so long, these are the words I hear…”

End it all.

End this soul that didn’t believe in humanity, that betrayed his partner. [1]

“You’re…”

Asuka Kazuya’s words were stuck in his throat. He looked up, feeling Verlaine’s blood on his face.

At this moment, the shackles of the program were released, and he remembered everything.

But Verlaine didn’t give him a chance to speak. The assassin lowered his head, a cold kiss landing on his forehead.

In Western stories, this meant goodnight.

“Say goodbye to Chuuya for me too.”

“Wait–!”

A force landed on his shoulder. Verlaine pushed him towards Nakahara Chuuya, but he himself, in the collapsing illusion, walked step by step towards his former partner.

“Are you staying here too?”

“Watching my younger brother grow up is also quite interesting.”

“Paul, you know you have no other choice.”

“It’s not too late to kill them after Kazuya loses interest in them.”

“I won’t help you.”

“You’ll only be angrier than me.”

“The Port Mafia… if I guessed correctly, they originally planned to keep you after the war.”

“That Dazai, he’ll become an even more formidable mafia member than us in the future.”

“I’m not a mafia member.”

“…”

Rimbaud and Verlaine chuckled in unison, their figures turning into snowflake-like particles, gently scattering in this world.

His body was falling rapidly. Corruption devoured Nakahara Chuuya’s last bit of strength. Asuka Kazuya reacted, grabbing his wrist. The young man plunged the iron rod into a nearby building, slowing down their descent.

It happened too suddenly. Even after landing safely, Asuka Kazuya still couldn’t react. He stared blankly at the red marks on Nakahara Chuuya, subconsciously reciting the code stored in his brain.

Corruption’s “gate” predictably closed.

Asuka Kazuya’s fingers rested on the unconscious Nakahara Chuuya’s pulse, just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard steady footsteps beside him.

He turned around sharply, shielding Nakahara Chuuya behind him.

“Bour…bon?”

Not expecting Bourbon to appear here, Asuka Kazuya’s face was full of shock.

“You still remember it’s Bourbon, not Amuro Tooru?”

Amuro Tooru had some scratches on him, from rescuing people just now.

“You even left a will that no one could understand, if Matsuda finds out, you’ll be completely doomed.”

He couldn’t explain what he was feeling, but his tense nerves relaxed.

Asuka Kazuya fell backwards, looking at the clear blue sky and the mafia members gathering towards them from the top of the buildings.

“Just kill me,”

He said, his tone like a sigh, covering his eyes with the back of his hand.

He didn’t know if it was sweat or tears that seeped into his hair. Amuro Tooru noticed that his golden hair was braided.

He didn’t know whose masterpiece it was, although it was a bit loose, the creator’s care could still be seen.

Bourbon stood there, seeing his lips move.

Asuka Kazuya’s voice was faint, with a hint of choking.

But he did call out, “Oniisan.”