Chapter 59
Port Mafia organization.
In reality, its name isn't very formal. Compared to other organizations that have specific names like "Takase-kai" or "Kage," the Port Mafia is more like a landmark-like name—because it's located in the port city of Yokohama and mainly made its fortune through smuggling through the port, it naturally became known as the "Port Mafia" after it grew in power.
Although the name is quite casual, in terms of the influence of local forces in Yokohama, the Port Mafia is indeed a top-tier, highly profitable group.
Especially within the chaotic and lawless International Settlement, countless illegal organizations sprang up and thrived.
Smuggling contraband, operating underground casinos and KTVs, trafficking in people and organs, and openly displaying murder bounties on the black market... Compared to these, which are all illegal acts that pose a great threat to the personal safety of ordinary people, it is actually just two groups of Mafia members shooting at each other with submachine guns on the street, which can even be considered as handling internal affairs.
If they consistently maintain a policy of non-interference with the legitimate social order, focusing only on vying for dominance in the chaotic and dark underworld and fighting to the death with other organizations, Ye Yihe would not consider dealing with them.
However, the port mafia has a rather brutal and bloodthirsty leader.
Despotism, suspicion, cruelty, dictatorship, tyranny—any imaginable vile word could be associated with that elderly leader.
The order to "execute all the red-haired boys" that Nakaya encountered is just the tip of the iceberg.
They also poisoned the water tank in a dormitory building, killing all the residents, simply because a member of a rival organization might be hiding there; or anyone accused of speaking ill of the Port Mafia would be executed, with no explanation or proof offered.
Furthermore, the organization's internal order management was extremely strict to the point of being bloody; even internal members who questioned or disagreed with such orders would be ordered to be executed.
In other words, the vast majority of members who survived within the port mafia were puppets who obeyed their leader without question—unless they were powerful superhumans whose combat abilities forced the port mafia to curry favor with them.
The strong always have privileges and are respected, in every sense of the word.
Powerful organizations are no exception; there is no doubt about it.
—At least, that's what Mori Ougai, who serves as the chief's personal physician at the port mafia, thinks.
He claims to like the city of Yokohama, and even the Mafia is part of the power system he recognizes, a key factor in maintaining the overall balance of the ecosystem.
As for personal views of good and evil, and all the ethics, emotions, morals, and laws that arise from them, they are all negligible human-defined concepts in the face of objective balance.
Having decided to become the mafia representing the night in the "Three-Kite Concept," Mori Ougai naturally used his intelligence to successfully infiltrate the port mafia, subtly and slowly eroding the power that originally belonged to the leader from within.
Originally, he estimated that his plan would take another two to three years to be successfully completed. Before that, he had to ensure that he could always stay in a position where he could keep a real-time view of the leader's status and movements.
The position of "the leader's personal physician" is very suitable. Mori Ougai can not only keep track of the increasingly ruthless leader's physical condition, but is also sometimes entrusted by the leader to convey his orders, which allows him to do some small things.
But precisely because he was a doctor, he often helped other patients, including the black-haired boy who had left a deep impression on him. Osamu Dazai.
The boy was remarkably similar to his past self: intelligent, perceptive, and insightful. Then, this excessive insight led to an uncontrollable despair at the fact that everything was unfolding exactly as he had predicted.
Because humans are sinful and full of inherent evil.
Just as even the sun has sunspots.
As a doctor, he couldn't possibly believe that kindness and compassion could cure the thugs roaming the city; even his scalpel seemed inadequate.
Therefore, he needed a force capable of ruling the night, and the Port Mafia was an excellent breakthrough point—it had an elderly leader whose health was precarious, whose tyrannical style demoralized the lower classes, and whose indiscriminate attacks also caused its reputation to plummet.
The basic conditions for a successful usurpation have been met. Whether he proceeds gradually or acts swiftly, Mori Ougai is confident that he can smoothly control this organization.
However, this sudden change was not included in his plan.
"Dazai-kun?"
—When Mori Ougai answered the phone, he was surprised to find that it was Dazai Osamu, who had suddenly disappeared, calling. “That’s great… I thought you had successfully committed suicide.”
He made a little joke, and Dazai Osamu followed up in a lively tone, "Really? When I successfully commit suicide someday, I'll definitely be the first to come and tell Dr. Mori the good news."
Mori Ōgai: "...Ahaha, that's not necessary."
"I think if you stay there, you'll soon become the one who brings me good news, Dr. Mori."
Standing in the phone booth, Osamu Dazai fiddled with the telephone cord with his index finger, his tone light and soft, his whole being filled with a sense of anticipation for something to come.
"While I personally am completely indifferent, I'll let you know this good news first, considering Dr. Mori took me in before," Dazai Osamu said, a smile playing on his lips as he spoke into the microphone. "No need to thank me too much—"
Mori Ougai was taken aback. "What? I'm bringing you good news?"
Just as he was about to press further, the other end of the call abruptly ended, leaving only a busy tone.
Even if you call back immediately, no one will answer.
Mori Ōgai fell silent, “…………”
“He’ll call me specifically to remind me,” he murmured. “Looks like something really big is about to happen.”
…………
On the other end of the call, Dazai Osamu, who had just stepped out of the phone booth, met Pushkin, who was waiting for him, and winked at him with his beautiful, iris-like eyes.
"Thanks for your help—I'll secretly share half of my crab meat dish with you next time."
"make a deal!"
If it weren't for the ingredients the boss had specifically requested, Pushkin would have practically raised his hands in celebration.
He can finally skip one meal of bland, oil-free boiled food and instead show off a bowl of fragrant and incredibly delicious crab rice made by the boss!
Dazai Osamu was in a good mood after successfully bribing Pushkin with food, and they walked back together.
He was granted permission by Yeikh to go out under the pretext of wanting to go with Pushkin to buy some daily necessities, and he couldn't waste too much time on the phone.
That said, he's had an extra task these past two days.
"Did you remember what I taught you today?"
Dazai Osamu smiled and asked Pushkin, who was so happy he was almost humming a little tune.
Pushkin's face stiffened along with his steps. "...It's alright." He replied somewhat guiltily, "I feel like I remember it pretty well."
"Then let me test you," Dazai Osamu casually asked him, "Who should Gao Kouqiao be paired with?"
Pushkin: "......Yong, Yongshan?"
Osamu Dazai: "...It's Shunsuke Ishimizu."
Because Pushkin's viral ability was acquired in pairs, the power of the virus would be doubled if the two hosts had opposing stances and beliefs, or if they had existing grudges.
If they were to learn that one of the two hosts would die within forty-eight hours and the other would survive, the port mafia would be plunged into an unimaginable upheaval.
“Some members with opposing interests can be targeted with viruses, which will naturally cause them to fight each other without any psychological restraint.” Dazai Osamu raised an index finger.
“Some people with differing ideologies and excessive suspicions can be put together and mixed to grow a virus, and then not told to them.” Dazai Osamu smiled and raised another middle finger. “That way, they will fall into more chaotic infighting because of mutual suspicion.”
"There are also those superiors and subordinates with secretly tense relationships. Depending on the situation, we can use a virus to ensure that they suspect each other as well as another internal force at the same level... Hehe, just thinking about the chaotic scene that is about to happen is enough to make people look forward to it."
As Pushkin raised his ring finger, he looked at Dazai Osamu and chuckled softly, as if he had already envisioned an incredibly exciting and stimulating little drama unfolding in his mind.
"In this way, we no longer need to create wounds to allow the virus to infiltrate, and the number of wounded who meet the conditions for activating the virus's special abilities will naturally increase rapidly."
Although Pushkin's viral ability takes a long time to take effect, its advantage is that the activation condition is not mandatory, requiring the wounds to be created by him personally, and it can be activated in multiple forms, rather than infecting only two hosts at a time.
"…………"
Pushkin was practically drenched in sweat. "You really are, you're just as terrifying as the BOSS..."
How can anyone have such a mind?! It's too unfair!
With just a few brief pieces of information, he was able to quickly piece together the hidden interpersonal relationships and the distribution of small groups, and then specifically inoculate people with viruses... He never knew his supernatural abilities could be so terrifyingly destructive...
Originally, Ivan was supposed to supervise him memorizing the data, but when the BOSS proposed the goal, it was Dazai Osamu who suddenly raised his hand with great interest to help, and then drafted the order of the virus and the selection of personnel.
"Finally, we can deliberately leave a few troublesome high-ranking officials out of the loop to prevent them from getting the virus," Dazai Osamu raised his little finger and shook it playfully. "That way, soon after the chaos begins, they will be attacked by the masses because they are suspicious."
With a precise understanding of people's hearts, one can achieve their goals with minimal effort.
Dazai Osamu stepped into the red brick building with a smile.
But the key point is never about how to use the means, but rather the deep-seated human nature reflected behind a goal when it is set.
Whether it's the grand upper class or the inner world close to death.
Whether it is the embellished light or the savage darkness, humanity can never escape the relentless pursuit of satisfying its desires.
That's why the world is so incredibly dull, like a rotting nightmare.
He wanted to open his eyes, to wake up from this nightmare, to go to the other side, to the unknown world that humanity could never understand.
But at this very moment...
"You're finally back! Come on over and continue!"
Impatiently, Chuuya Nakahara urged him to hurry up and get the controller to continue the battle.
Oda Sakunosuke, who was sitting on the sofa to the side and routinely maintaining his gun, looked up and nodded at Dazai Osamu when he heard this.
"You really bought a lot of canned crab meat again... What are you planning to make this time? How about crab meat soup dumplings?"
Yeikh gestured to Pushkin to put the two heavy bags of ingredients in the kitchen, and then he could continue memorizing the documents.
“Okay,” Dazai Osamu smiled, raising his hand immediately, “I want the version with cheese—”
"..." Ye Yihe was utterly shocked. "How can you put cheese in crab soup dumplings!"
This guy is just like Fyodor, who loves to mix everything with yogurt. He always manages to come up with food combinations that Fyodor can't accept!
Dazai Osamu, whose request was rejected, sat on the sofa with the controller in hand, continuing to play the game with Chuuya while making a sound of "what a pity".
Ye Yihe: "...No, there's absolutely no regret about it."
He is defending the dignity of food.
—In this bustling yet mundane daily life, the moment the last page of information is turned, it signifies the start of this highly targeted battle royale game.
The landmark building in the center of Yokohama, the Port Mafia Building, was the first to fall.
The location of the stronghold was too conspicuous, making it easy to lock onto. Oda and his men could infiltrate the vicinity of the target with almost no effort. The rock fragments controlled by Ivan were extremely fine and could also possess high-speed kinetic energy under mental control. In the instant they flew past, they could cut an almost invisible wound on the opponent's skin.
By the time the enemy was overwhelmed by the intense heat and dizziness and realized they had been attacked by an unknown force, Oda Sakunosuke and his men had already moved on to their next objective.
When they were finally leaving, the magistrate glued a printed notice—or rather, a note that thoughtfully explained the mechanism of the supernatural virus and included the names of some of the paired hosts—onto the door. It was only after the port mafia discovered this note that things really went completely upside down.
For ordinary people, they had no idea what was happening, but they could sense that the number of Mafia members in black suits at the port was rapidly decreasing, and they could no longer be seen on the streets shooting people at will.
The chaos of death, like a vast, suffocating shadow, pressed down on the port mafia, causing them to quickly shed their usual masks and only care about picking up weapons and killing each other.
He can survive as long as he kills the other virus host that is paired with the virus in his body!
Most people with this mindset become bloodthirsty and even try to buy the other party's willingness to die—as long as they have a weakness like family or friends.
Port Mafia members who are unaware of who their other host is will engage in suspicious killings or retaliatory indiscriminate attacks.
If they didn't know who the other host was, they would kill all those infected with the virus, and he would naturally survive—that's what they all thought.
Even those not infected with the virus become targets, because people who are infected and about to die cannot tolerate someone standing there unharmed.
The port of Mafia gradually transformed into a massive vortex within just two days, plunging countless villains into an abyss of despair.
Just as they had inflicted brutality on the people of Yokohama, now it was as if boomerangs were being thrown at them.
The various organizations entrenched in Yokohama were instantly stunned as they watched this unprecedented riot.
As the life-or-death moment of the forty-eight hours gradually passed, the boiling panic gradually transitioned into a calm at the end—even those who survived were almost all covered in wounds.
The raven-haired youth, wearing a black cloak, knee-high leather boots, and a white felt hat, finally stepped gracefully into the skyscraper, which was already filled with the stench of blood.
"This is it, officer."
He turned around and smiled at the stunned group of soldiers and police.
"Look how terrifying this crime scene is! Arrest all the criminals who are still alive!"
[Congratulations, host, for resolving the incident! Resurrection Points +200!]
Hearing the confetti sound effect from Xiao Ai, Ye Yihe's smile instantly brightened.
What did he say? Going against this cunning little mouse is always the right thing to do.
Furthermore, he seems to have found a brilliant way to cover live points.
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