Chapter 141: The one who received Suzuki Kawa with Mori Ogai was the tip of a nose...
The person who greeted Suzuki Kawa was a young man with a Band-Aid on the tip of his nose. He looked at him with obvious fear, said "Mr. Suzuki" politely, and then led them to a special passage.
If at the beginning these people wondered whether he would be afraid of coming to the Port Mafia headquarters, then now it has been completely reversed. These people are tense, obviously afraid that he will cause trouble in the Port Mafia.
The previous [GA] was engaged in the arms business, but it was still too weak. The psychics within the organization were not as good as the Armed Detective Agency, not to mention the Port Mafia.
It seems that it is not easy for his father to sit in that position.
Suzuki Kawa's eyes were indifferent, and he was thinking to himself, he had heard his father scold the leader of the Port Mafia, saying that he was a tough old fox. Over the years, [GA] had provided more and more conveniences to the Port Mafia, and it was all because of Mori Ogai's relentless pressure.
——Every second dealing with those Japanese is killing me.
Edward's complaints seemed to still ring in his ears.
The elevator kept jumping up and down. Suzuki Kawa didn't say anything, and the young man with the Band-Aid didn't say anything either, but such an occasion would not affect the other person.
"Are you Lord Kokushibo's younger brother?"
"I remember something like that."
Yunyi turned his head to look at Douma who was smiling beside him and nodded. He knew his brother's previous name.
Douma: "Weren't you dead? Did Lord Kokushibo resurrect you?"
Yunyi shook his head: "No."
Suzuki Kawa turned around and said, "You're too noisy, Douma."
"Why do adults think I'm noisy again? Didn't you love talking to me the most before? It really makes me sad." Douma sighed.
Suzuki Kawa: ...What era is this?
The age of his body after resurrection was the same as that of Douma before he turned into a demon. Suzuki Kawa stared at him for a second before turning back and thinking that it seemed to be true.
Michizo Tachihara's eye muscles twitched slightly, as if he had heard something extraordinary.
When they reached the top floor, Suzuki Kawa led the two people out. Tachihara Michizo did not follow them, but watched them walk forward and then closed the elevator.
"Alice, put this on first!"
"No, I have to draw first!"
A faint sound could still be heard before the elevator door closed. Tachihara Michizo thought he had gotten used to it, but when he looked at the backs of the three people, he still felt a sense of inexplicable shame.
The last time he met with the [GA] chief, the British man even asked him in a low voice why their chief liked young girls.
Tachihara Michizo took a deep breath.
The elevator went down rapidly, and he stared at the closed elevator door, where his blurry figure was reflected.
Just pretend I didn't hear anything, he thought expressionlessly.
Suzuki Kawa looked at the long table in front of him. There was only one person on the entire top floor, and that was Mori Ogai.
The luxurious office seemed empty. A little girl in a dress was sitting on the only chair behind the desk. Mori Ogai was standing beside her, holding another dress in his hand.
"Oh, you are here, please sit down." Mori Ogai raised his head with a faint smile on his face.
There was also a set of tables and chairs in front of the long table, obviously prepared for them.
Alice, holding the paintbrush, looked up at them, snorted, and then disappeared.
Mori Ogai walked over and glanced at the two people behind Suzuki Kawa. The young man in the crimson kimono had an expressionless face, holding a long sword in his hand. The young man with white oak hair beside him had a bored look on his face, staring at Suzuki Kawa's back, wondering what he was thinking.
It seems that he is here just as a bodyguard.
"It's been a long time, Suzuki."
"The gift that Mr. Mori sent me along the way was a real surprise." Suzuki Chuan smiled, "So the strength of the port mafia is just this level."
The faint smile on Mori Ogai's face faded, and both parties sat down. The young man opposite him looked much more difficult to deal with than his father.
Their eyes met, and the pair of purple eyes inherited from his mother reflected beautiful colors under the light. Just as his father boasted all day long, the most beautiful amethyst in the world could not compare to his eyes.
The information shows that Suzuki Kawa is only seventeen or eighteen years old this year, but there is not much impetuousness and recklessness in his eyes that is typical of his age, and even the youthful vigor is hard to see.
Calmness and calculation flowed in those eyes, as well as vigilance towards Mori Ogai.
Mori Ogai smiled again. "[GA]'s current strength is truly astonishing. However, with so many new psychics in the organization, Suzuki will need to reapply for a business license from the Psychic Special Agents Division, right?"
His tone was gentle, as if he was really reminding Suzuki Kawa to change to a higher level of psychic business license.
Suzuki Kawa crossed his legs, put his hands on his knees, and smiled: "It's okay, I had already taken care of it before coming to Yokohama, Mr. Mori don't have to worry."
"Oh? Congratulations on becoming the new leader."
"If it weren't for some trouble in my family, it wouldn't be my turn. However, there are a batch of new weapons being developed in Europe, and I think Mr. Mori would be interested."
Mori Ogai raised his eyes and said, "I'd like to hear the details."
"Weapons against people with special abilities."
Mori Ogai's eyes flickered slightly, but he continued, "Weapons targeting psychics are nothing new, Suzuki-kun. If it were during the Dragon Head War, I would be happy to make this deal."
Suzuki Kawa looked at him and smiled: "Really? Indeed, Yokohama is still very peaceful now...ah, then I won't be able to sell my things, which is really annoying."
He sighed in mock distress.
"It would be nice if there was some big trouble, then you'd all buy my stuff, guns, bullets, and new bombs."
Mori Ogai looked at him.
"Excuse me, excuse me... Oh, by the way, are you guys trying to catch a 'human tiger' recently? I heard the bounty is pretty high. Why don't we join in? My subordinates are so bored."
"I heard that Renhu joined the Armed Detective Agency." Mori Ogai said.
Suzuki Kawa turned his head to look out the window at the bright sunshine. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, he could see most of Yokohama.
"The Armed Detective Agency? Dazai went there, and Mr. Mori didn't even try to stop him." Suzuki Chuan turned his head, raising an eyebrow curiously, "But with Dazai's protection, there's really nothing he can do."
He leaned back in his chair and said, "Since it's not a big deal and Mr. Mori isn't willing to buy my stuff, then you have to give me back your share of the port mafia."
The pleasantries ended there and his fangs began to show.
However, Mori Ogai agreed very readily: "How much do you want?"
He didn't mind selling it at a good price. Half of the arms supply of the Port Mafia came from [GA]. The previous leader Edward had known him for quite some time, and the cooperation between the two parties started from the time of the previous leader of the Port Mafia.
Edward did not get involved when the leadership changed.
Although he made a lot of adjustments during the leadership transition of [GA], didn't he succeed? To put it in a rounded way, he didn't make any adjustments.
The conditions were met, and Mori Ouai raised the corners of his lips, feeling righteous and confident.
Suzuki Kawa opened his mouth and said a number.
The smile on Mori Ogai's face faded, and he stared at Suzuki Kawa opposite him. The lowest number in history just happened to be at his psychological lowest point.
"I believe Mr. Mori will agree."
"Right now it seems like your port mafia has suffered a loss, but soon you won't think so anymore."
Suzuki Kawa's eyes held a smile, but it wasn't visible. Mori Ogai's face, now somewhat stern after he put away his smile, was reflected in his eyes. He continued, "This is a very good deal. Every quarter, [GA] will provide a batch of newly developed weapons free of charge. I'll set the amount. These weapons will be of great help to you."
Mori Ogai supported his chin with his hand. He could see that Suzuki Kawa was not very good at negotiation, so the other party used pure force to intimidate.
It’s useless to deploy more people in the dark. Just pick one of these three people and you can break out of the port mafia.
As expected, I miscalculated.
"I hope so," he finally said.
Having achieved his goal, Suzuki Kawa didn't rush to get up and leave. Instead, he continued, "A lot of new faces have come to Yokohama recently. They're all here for the 'Human Tiger'. If Mr. Mori still wants to catch the Human Tiger, he might have to fight them."
Mori Ogai stared at the young man closely, as if trying to see other intentions.
"I think it's more than that."
Suzuki Kawa smiled, stood up, turned his head and looked out the window again, and said, "Yokohama is where I grew up. I still like this place very much."
"Let's go."
Mori Ogai watched them turn their backs. The young man with white oak hair seemed to be holding it in. He spoke before he had even taken two steps: "Where are we going?"
When the voice fell into his ears, Mori Ogai's face changed, and he almost impulsively called out to Suzuki Kawa.
He stood up, his hands on the edge of the table, his eyes falling on Douma who turned back. The smile on the other's face was too bright, making him feel that... the other party was doing it on purpose.
But the words had already been spoken, and Mori Ogai had no intention of stopping there. He said, "Let me ask, who is this?" Why is the voice exactly the same as Dazai Osamu's?
Suzukigawa turned around, glanced at Douma, and then said, "The new executive of [GA], Douma."
Douma also cooperated and waved to Mori Ogai with a bright smile: "Hi!"
"Does he know?"
"I don't understand you, Mr. Mori."
Suzuki Kawa refused to answer and turned around, "Let's go."
The young man's voice could still be heard from the empty top floor: "Hey, what does that old man mean?"
"You're older than him, Douma."
"How can you say that, sir? I'm only twenty years old."
The gradually rising temperature outside could be seen through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Mori Ogai sat back in the chair behind his desk. The curtains gradually fell, and the room began to be shrouded in darkness.
The small lamp on the table lit up, and he looked down at the colorful marks Alice had scribbled on the work report. Some of the words were blurred, but it did not affect their content.
[GA] It is not uncommon to use external expansion as a means to resist the encroachment of other forces.
The port mafia vomited out everything they had swallowed, but this was not enough to make Mori Ogai angry.
There will certainly be a lot of friction in the future, but as long as it's not a big deal, they will turn a blind eye.
He lowered his eyes and stared at the words above.
"After the conflict, our psychic used his ability, but the effect on the enemy was weakened. As the psychic's power increased, the enemy's power also increased, but the effect still existed."
"After observation, we believe that the enemy personnel, after reorganization, are suspected to be able to absorb superpowers. We have not yet determined whether there are any restrictions."
"The enemy personnel are stronger than ordinary people, and no special abilities have been discovered so far."
Do you want to use people with special abilities to conduct experiments?
Mori Ogai tapped the table with his fingertips.
He suddenly remembered what Suzuki Kawa said, that many unfamiliar people with special abilities had come to Yokohama.
...Then let those people experiment.
There was a sound coming from the elevator. Mori Ogai looked up and saw Hirotsu Liulang appear in the open elevator door.
"What's wrong?"
"Kajii wants to try the lemon bomb again." Hirotsu Liulang said with his hands behind his back.
Mori Ogai smiled and said nothing: "Be careful not to blow yourself up——"
Before he could finish his words, an explosion was heard. Guangjin Liulang's face changed and he subconsciously looked down at his feet - the explosion came from under his feet. For a moment, he thought that those people turned around and attacked the port mafia headquarters.
The smile on Mori Ogai's face disappeared, and he squinted at Hirotsu Liulang: "You should have stopped him...ah, never mind, tell him to pay for the repairs himself, and don't do anything without instructions from now on."
Guangjin Liulang lowered his head: "Yes."
"How's Izumi Kyoka?"
"bite--"
The elevator door opened again, and a red-haired woman in a kimono appeared. Ozaki Kouyo raised her eyes and found that Hirotsu Liulang was also there, and raised her eyebrows.
She walked out of the elevator, greeted Mori Ogai slowly, and then said, "Yasha Shirayuki is seriously injured."
“Is it possible to repair it?”
"We can only wait for Him to heal on his own... I'm afraid it will take quite a while." Ozaki Kouyo lowered her eyes, a barely perceptible hint of reluctance in her tone.
Mori Ogai looked at Ozaki Kouye, paused, and said, "In that case, let Kajii catch the tiger himself."
The original plan was for Kajii and Izumi Kyoka to work together.
Ozaki Kouye breathed a sigh of relief, barely perceptible. Putting aside the matter of Izumi Kyoka, she brought up another matter: "The guy frozen by the ice power is poisoned."
Hirotsu Liulang subconsciously looked up at Ozaki Kouyo in front of him.
"oh?"
"It's a new type of toxin, and the doctors don't have any suitable antidote. We are still trying our best to save the patient."
Mori Ogai was almost completely shrouded in shadow, with only a lamp on the table illuminating his face.
He was silent for a moment and then said, "Extract the toxin and send it to me."
"yes."
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