Chapter 30: Tearing off a corner of the bandage

"Gin?" Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly. "It's a code name."

Just like what Kishimoto said——

Members of the [Black Organization] use various [alcohol] as code names to conceal their true identities. The more you get in touch with them, the more interesting things you will find about this organization.

That's why he exchanged names. It's fair to have a give-and-take.

It is also because the transaction with this organization in the future may be handed over to Hayato. Although he has decided to stay in the Port Mafia, Mori Ogai will not overturn his own thoughts so easily... As a result of the battle of wits, his departure is the worst outcome, and handing over the transaction with the Black Organization to Hayato is also the worst plan under the worst outcome.

The most important reason was that he was testing the waters to lure the blond, dark-skinned man he had seen when he was capturing [Owl] in Yoshida Town.

He looked at the burly man next to Gin: "Where's your code name? You just said half of it."

"Vodka." Vodka's voice was rough.

Dazai Osamu nodded, just as he had guessed.

Gin's fierce, oppressive eyes, like those of prey, stared at the three people opposite him. After a moment, he whispered dangerously, "You've pulled out all our trading points in this city, and then offered us an olive branch to trade with you. Do you think we're a bunch of cowards who'll compromise?"

He didn't necessarily come here for a deal, he could also come here to kill them, to restore face for the organization, and to tell all the guys in Yokohama who dared to provoke the Black Organization that they would be retaliated a hundred times more brutally!

When they mention the Black Organization, they can only think of fear.

This is also the meaning of Gin's existence as the number one killer in the organization - to kill all traitors and enemies and build a solid fortress for the Dark Empire.

Otherwise, if you really want to make a deal with the Port Mafia, just send Vodka, who is in charge of the deal. He has been busy capturing Shirley who escaped from the organization recently, so there is no need for him to appear here.

Under Gin's chilling gaze, Dazai said leisurely and casually, "That fishing boat with the red light flashing on the sea, you've got snipers on it, right?"

Dazai Osamu's words were too shocking. Even Gin, who had been through many battles, couldn't help but feel shocked despite his usually calm heart!

He didn't think that the boy's vision was like a telescope. Being able to detect something that was absolutely imperceptible to the human eye could only mean that he had used some tricks.

Feeling the tiny earphones hidden by his hair, Gin curled his lips and said, "Where's your trap?"

As they were the first to discover the trap, it was impossible for them not to set up countermeasures.

On the fishing boat, Chianti, who was aiming with a sniper rifle, had cold sweat on his forehead.

"No need," Dazai Osamu said, teasing a mouse loosely, "In the face of powerful strength, any trap is futile and can't even be considered the spice of life."

Vodka frowned, reached into his suit lapel and pulled out a gun, waiting for his big brother Gin to give the order.

Nakahara Chuuya, who was standing aside with his hands folded, narrowed his eyes slightly.

The Black Organization's attitude made him very unhappy, but his current alias was Dazai Osamu. If he wanted to avoid being seen through by them, the best way was to keep silent.

He looked at Hayana Takanashi, who was standing across from him like Dazai Osamu, and felt that she didn't say anything because she had the same idea as him.

The next second, the girl's calm dark eyes met his. Nakahara Chuuya's cheeks turned slightly red and he took the initiative to look away.

Hayana Kotori: “?”

Why does your face turn red when it matters?

Without getting distracted, she focused all her attention on Dazai Osamu and was ready to cooperate at any time.

The young man raised his bandaged hand, his eyes emitting an eerie, warm glow under the moonlight. He looked out at the sea and said to Gin slowly, "Now, I, Hayana Kotori, will prove to you that what I say is the truth."

"It's better to let your men get away immediately." Dazai Osamu reminded them.

As he spoke, he pinched the snow-white bandage wrapped around his wrist with his fingers and slowly pulled off a corner of it.

Seeing the bandaged man pulling at his own bandages, Vodka felt that he was crazy.

The next second, he was so shocked that he couldn't control himself!

Completely ignoring the other party's warning, Gin looked at the person opposite him who was making the middle school gesture and wondered what he wanted to do.

On the fishing boat, Chianti, who hadn't received any orders and could hear the conversation between Gin and Hayana Kotori, was planning to remain silent. The next moment, her eyes widened, and the hairs all over her body stood on end, as if her sixth sense of danger was about to explode her brain.

Chianti used all her strength and shrank back at the fastest speed ever. She didn't have time to pick up the heavy sniper rifle, and without any changes in the space in front of her, the sniper rifle broke into two pieces.

She picked up half of it in disbelief and examined it. The cut surface was as smooth as a mirror and the broken edge was as thin as a thread.

The woman, who was usually the most impatient and would lose her temper after just a few words, touched the headphones on her ears blankly, as if she were in a dream. "Hey, Gin... My sniper rifle was cut in half by something invisible..."

"Gin, did you hear that?! My gun was cut in half out of thin air!! What the hell! What the hell is going on?! Gin!"

Vodka's fierce eyes widened in shock, and he looked at his elder brother with a gloomy face.

Gin took in the other person's gesture as they retracted it, ignoring Chianti, who was going crazy in his headphones. He spoke each word in a heavy voice, "Saana Kotori, you are a person with special abilities."

In addition to the famous [Gravity User], the Port Mafia actually has this kind of powerful psychic.

"As you can see." Dazai Osamu admitted it very readily.

"The Port Mafia is an organization composed of people with special abilities. We are the embodiment of Yokohama's darkness and the king of Yokohama's dark world. We stand at the top of all mafia organizations in Yokohama. Any organization that wants to take root in Yokohama must get our approval before they can survive."

"Uprooting your roots in this city is a reminder and a one-time warning."

"Extending you an olive branch of cooperation is an expression of our sincerity in cooperating with the port mafia."

Dazai Osamu's eyes were dim, and as one of the five major leaders of the Port Mafia, his imposing aura was like a swamp, making people feel trapped and unable to breathe.

"Is it a threat?" Gin began to re-evaluate the three people opposite him.

"Strictly speaking, it's a mutually beneficial cooperation," Dazai said. "The protection of a powerful psychic and the trade of your medicine are very cost-effective."

Gin put away the silent confrontation: "To what extent can you protect?"

Dazai Osamu kicked the ball back: "It depends on what you can bring out and what kind of value it can achieve."

"After all, our leader is a perfectionist who has very high expectations for his subordinates' abilities. If we show him some defective products from discarded crops, he'll doubt our abilities."

Gin: “…”

This kind of transaction is beyond his control, and he needs to ask that gentleman for permission!

Hayana Takanashi—beneath her youthful appearance, she possesses such a profound and extraordinary mind! Furthermore, she possesses immense strength, so she should not be underestimated.

Gin didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly, and he clenched his back teeth.

…

After learning the appearance of the first suspect, Iehana, from Kise Ryota, Aomine Daiki, who is in charge of the murder case of Morino Ichiro, begins his investigation.

He first went to the Ministry of Transportation and found the traffic police officer who was responsible for handling the rear-end collision at the traffic light last night. He learned that Dizhi Changsheng's own private law firm had closed a year ago and he is now the chief legal adviser of the port mafia.

In other words, he was taken over by the port mafia.

After two days of investigation, no information was found about either Jiahua or A. Qingfeng Daihui sat on a stone pier by the sea with two cans of beer beside him, using the sea breeze to sort out his messy thoughts.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Aomine Daiki picked up a can of beer and threw it behind him without looking back.

Grasping the cold can, Kise Ryota walked over to sit beside him and said, "Yesterday I told my agent that I wanted to terminate the contract. My agent thought I was fickle and couldn't stand up to the company through thick and thin. Now we're at loggerheads."

"Isn't Ichiro Morino dead?" Aomine Daiki felt that all those who persecuted him were dead, so it didn't matter whether the contract was terminated or not.

Kise Ryota opened his beer and took a sip. "Who knows if there will be another bastard like Morino? Let's get out of this mess as soon as possible."

"That's right." Turning his gaze back to the sea, Aomine Daiki said in a low voice, "If there's a next time, you definitely won't be so lucky."

It was because of A's weird taste that Kise was lucky enough to survive.

When mentioning this, Kise Ryouta also lowered his voice: "These past two days, whenever I was alone, I always felt eyes in the dark. I am still being watched."

Qingfeng Daihui's eyes darkened. "I submitted a request to the higher-ups to check the information of the Port Mafia to see if there's anyone named Jiahua among them."

Just as he finished speaking, Qingfeng Dahui's cell phone rang unexpectedly.

He picked up the phone and listened to the reprimand and warning from the other side. His calm brows suddenly frowned like small mountains!

After hanging up the phone, Qingfeng Daihui looked very ugly.

"What's wrong? Aomine-chan?" Kise Ryota had a bad feeling.

Qingfeng Dahui raised his hand and rubbed his brow, sneering disdainfully: "Those cowardly bastards who only know how to slack off and wait for retirement with their tax-funded salaries, I'm warning you that this case ends here and you're not allowed to investigate further!"

Kise Ryouta's heart sank.

If even the police have this attitude, what should he do?

The waves beat against the rocks, just like his chaotic heart at this moment.

Unable to let go of Kise Ryouta, his clubmate since junior high, Aomine Daiki said, "If we can't investigate the Port Mafia, our only option now is to go find the daughter of your mother's best friend. Maybe we can get some useful information."

Knowing that Aomine Daiki would not give up his righteous nature, Kise Ryota shook his head: "Let's stop here, little Aomine. The other party is too powerful and I'm afraid it will implicate you. As for Hayana, I will go find her myself."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Qingfeng Daihui grinned arrogantly: "Having a police officer with a gun by your side is better than having nothing at all."

"If I were to desert now, May and the others would definitely laugh at me."

Huang Lailiang was stunned for a moment, then said in a relaxed tone: "They would never do such a thing."

"...What kind of ridicule?"

A gentle voice came from beside him. Qingfeng Daihui froze for a moment, turned his head to look at the young man with black semi-long hair that reached his shoulders, who was bending over with his hands on his knees, looking at him gently, and the cold and cool guy standing next to the young man.

"Hagiwara and Matsuda?!" He was surprised to find them and immediately introduced them to Kise Ryota: "Kise, these two were my seniors from the Explosives Squad when I was a patrol officer at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

They had taught him a lot, including how to defuse bombs.

Hagiwara Kenji raised his hand and greeted in a gentle and friendly manner: "Hello, I am Hagiwara Kenji."

Jinpei Matsuda said it simply: "Jinpei Matsuda."

Kise Ryota responded: "Hello, I'm Kise Ryota."

After the three of them greeted each other, Qingfeng Daihui asked, "Why are you here?"

"You should address me as senpai properly, idiot." Hagiwara Kenji elbowed the unruly and difficult junior with a firm elbow. As the younger student's already dark complexion darkened even further, he gently explained, "I didn't mean to hear that. Jinpei and I saw you here and wanted to come over to say hello. But you two got so engrossed in your conversation that no one noticed me standing right next to you."

Matsuda Jinpei, wearing sunglasses tucked into his collar, took over the conversation. "You're completely lacking in vigilance, and your awareness is pathetically weak. Did you transfer all the knowledge you learned from your brain to your stomach after you left the academy and digest it all?"

His words were harsh.

In his opinion, if the person who just approached was a criminal, Aomine Daiki would be finished!

"I was careless." Rarely, Qingfeng Daihui did not lose his temper and directly admitted his negligence.

"Sorry, it's my fault," Kise Ryota sighed, "Just now, Aomine-chan and I..." were caught off guard by the basketball court in the middle of summer in junior high school.

He suddenly stopped, feeling sad, but at the same time he also realized that the fewer people involved in this matter, the fewer people would be hurt.

Matsuda Jinpei's gaze swept over the blond young man. The strong aura of frustration on the other person made him frown slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Hagiwara Kenji patted Aomine Daiki's shoulder, acting like a gentle and reliable senior: "Did you encounter any difficulties?"

Seeing the two of them fall silent, Hagiwara Kenji dispelled their concerns: "Since graduating from the police academy and joining the explosives squad, Jinpei and I haven't had a single day off. Even when we have a day off, we rush to go on missions. Even our superiors can't stand it and force us to take time off. Now we're all flabby from being idle. If there's something we can do to stretch those loose muscles, that would be great!"

Thinking of his two seniors who were not only top-notch bomb disposal technicians but also skilled in deduction and investigation, and being ordered by higher-ups not to investigate further, Aomine Daiki, who was isolated and helpless, no longer shirked his responsibility: "My friend, Kise, has been under surveillance recently and is in danger of losing his life at any time."

"This matter involves Yokohama's largest underworld organization, the Port Mafia. Are you two seniors sure you want to help?"

Unexpectedly, a "beast" like a prehistoric animal was involved. Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji looked at each other and said in unison -

"certainly."

How could I let go of this big case that I finally came across?!

Detectives are always risking their lives in solving cases. If they were afraid of death, they would not have chosen to attend the police academy in the first place, nor would they have chosen to serve in the explosives class after graduation.

"Tell us what happened." Matsuda Jinpei lowered his voice, which was elegant and charming. With his pond-like face, he was no less attractive than the professional model Kise Ryouta.

Kise Ryota looked at him. The person that Aomine trusted meant that he could be trusted absolutely.

The surroundings became quiet, with only the waves and the sea breeze.

After a while, Kise Ryouta's voice was heard.

Aomine Daiki, who had already heard it once, was desensitized, while Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji, who were hearing it for the first time, gradually became shocked, and their eyes widened the more they listened.